Lion's Roar (Technique): Using the power of his voice, Nero bellows out in a harrowing roar. Any aggressor automatically considers him the highest threat and will target him before assaulting other. (?)
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Jorn
"What a mess..." Jorn spoke aloud to himself, eyeing over the ruined building he had claimed as his shop. Though the structure itself needed a lot of work, the support beams and foundation were still in serviceable shape. Had the structure collapsed, it would've been near impossible to see it restored; or at least in a timely manner. Still, the sooner he got his workstation up, the sooner he could start supplying clothes and coats for the pack. With a heavy sigh, he'd step forward, placing his hand beneath the heavy wooden beam that barred the doorway. With an audible groan, he'd begin to righten himself, all the while lifting the dense timber from the ground.
The act of cleaning the debris before the door would continue for awhile now, seeing dawn fast approaching. Though most of the pack had retreated to the barn, Jorn had intentionally kept himself awake to continues his efforts. He would see his station done quickly, the stubborn man pushing himself past his fatigue as he finally cleared the entrance to the building. Looking up to the sky, Jorn couldn't help but notice the brighter hue. Dawn had arrived, and he knew exactly where the leader of the pack would be. Rolling his shoulders to ease some of the built up tension, Jorn turned from his project and began his trek to the barn.
As the sight of the barn came into view, Jorn couldn't help dawn a subtle smile. Though having just escape the madness not a week before, it was good to see everyone alive and well; and working on a common cause. Sure enough, the Alpha of the pack could be seen upon the roof from where the tanner stood, causing him to chuckle under his breath as he continued moving forward.
As the Alpha came within shouting distance, Jorn would call out to him, "Niall! Where do you need me?"
The tension between the assassin and the missionary was thick. Though only having been indoctrinated just a few years ago, nothing about the assassin sat well with the man. Still, he'd say nothing; tracing over the trail left by the Arbite- subtle though it was. This would continue for some time, all the while with the priest's hand resting upon the haft of his warhammer. When they arrived at the 'Southern Square', the act of trailing the Arbite would become much more difficult. He couldn't hlep but chuckle, finding himself tracking down a man as he would a beast back on his homeworld.
After a bit of a walk forward, the subtle sounds of someone speaking near by reached the priest's ears. Drawing his warhammer, he cast his glance knowingly to the man at his side, "Shall you make yourself useful?" Either way, he hid himself at edge of the wall, attempting to pick up on the voices around the wall.
>Continue following trail
>Draw Warhammer
>Listen to conversation
After a bit of a walk forward, the subtle sounds of someone speaking near by reached the priest's ears. Drawing his warhammer, he cast his glance knowingly to the man at his side, "Shall you make yourself useful?" Either way, he hid himself at edge of the wall, attempting to pick up on the voices around the wall.
>Continue following trail
>Draw Warhammer
>Listen to conversation
... Last comment aside: Death is treated as it is in FFT. You have 3 rounds to be revived by item or spell. After three, you are beyond recovery. Doom, is also treated like FFT, in which after the third round (0 on timer), your character dies.
'Akira?' The though crossed Nero's mind in silence as he tried looking about. All there was, was darkness, 'Leon?' Suddenly it set upon the child, he was alone again. Resigning himself to whatever fate awaited him in this free fall of darkness, Nero's heart felt heavy.
"Have I failed again?" His voice seeming to echo in the silence, "Have I lost everyone?" Closing his eyes in an attempt to fight back the sorrow that crept upon on him, the boy couldn't help but feel hopeless. Soon, that despair turned to anger, causing the boy to clench his fist in a fit of rage as he shouted at the top of his lungs, "DAMNIT!" As if on command, his falling sensation would stop; feeling his feet set gently upon a solid surface. Opening his eyes slowly, his eyes would begin to focus on the dimly lit area bout him. Wiping his eye free of the tear that had formed, Nero attempted to regain his composure while evaluating the area around him. It was then he noticed the stained-glass beneath his feet, and the odd mural it depicted. Utterly confused, Nero merely shook his head... That is before a voice manifested in his mind. Though it carried no tone, it clearly delivered it's message
"What would I-?" Before he could finish his sentence, the pedestals would appear before him. Even more confused, he listened closely to the voice within his head. Slowly, he began to realize what it asked of him, "... I will never submit to darkness," he said, taking up the shield. It was then that his gaze landed upon the rod, recalling what the voice spoke of, "I will endure the darkness at the cost of my wits."
"Have I failed again?" His voice seeming to echo in the silence, "Have I lost everyone?" Closing his eyes in an attempt to fight back the sorrow that crept upon on him, the boy couldn't help but feel hopeless. Soon, that despair turned to anger, causing the boy to clench his fist in a fit of rage as he shouted at the top of his lungs, "DAMNIT!" As if on command, his falling sensation would stop; feeling his feet set gently upon a solid surface. Opening his eyes slowly, his eyes would begin to focus on the dimly lit area bout him. Wiping his eye free of the tear that had formed, Nero attempted to regain his composure while evaluating the area around him. It was then he noticed the stained-glass beneath his feet, and the odd mural it depicted. Utterly confused, Nero merely shook his head... That is before a voice manifested in his mind. Though it carried no tone, it clearly delivered it's message
"What would I-?" Before he could finish his sentence, the pedestals would appear before him. Even more confused, he listened closely to the voice within his head. Slowly, he began to realize what it asked of him, "... I will never submit to darkness," he said, taking up the shield. It was then that his gaze landed upon the rod, recalling what the voice spoke of, "I will endure the darkness at the cost of my wits."
Fields of Dorter
@Evanist@Crimson Raven@Cyrania
As the Taguel lashed out against the surrounding Risen-
she would see one fall to her terrible assault as the situation around them grew more dire. Reverting to her normal state, she had given herself room to not be set upon by the Risen, pulling out the Dragonstone as he body changed. Her ever expanding body caught a few of the Risen by surprise, knocking them over before her body settled.
At her behest, Erion began striking out the Risen about him-
as he attempts to free himself to ride upon her back with his steed. [LCK test Passed!] Though awkward in his positioning, he is able to mount the manakeet- despite the protest of his mount. The cure goes off to heal his comrade, but his luck saw her unharmed- merely comforting his comrade as it had done before.
As he sees the machinations of his allies forming not far from him, Gabranth separates his blades as he begins send surges of energy flying towards nearby undead-
knocking them away from his allies as he now grabs onto the transformed woman. Casting Protect to shelter her, the Manakeet would turn as she began to retreat back towards the town.
Fighting not only for themselves -but also for their new comrades- Erion, Jo-Anne, and Gabranth can't help but feel a strong connection formed through combat
Erion, Jo-Anne, and Gabranth all gain Rank D bonds with one another.
Erion, Jo-Anne, and Gabranth all gain Rank D bonds with one another.
@Eklispe
Feeling his body wracked with pain, this only made the warrior fight more visiously-
seeing a Risen fall to his assault. However, the severity of the situation calls out to him as he steps back, one of the Risen from before striking out at him-
Leaving itself wide open for a savage strike from the Myrmidon as he retreats back to safe distance. As he takes a draw from his Vulenary (1d6 Health restored)-
He would feel his wounds lessen in severity. As his gaze focused on the horde before him, he would notice the manakeet arising from the horde. Once he sees the wayward trio make their way towards town, a familiar shout can be heard over the chaos of battle, "Fall back!" The voice belonged to none other than Holliander, though despite his command, was still rushing towards the Dark Esper. The warriors around Arus all at once would turn to disengage, sprinting back towards the city all around the warrior, as the slower horde rushed forward in an attempt to catch them.
@Lugia
"Yes, we've fought against these creatures in the past. But this is the first time I've seen them enter a frenzy like this," Robin stated, seeming to eye over the battle quite intently. To the untrained, this would seem no more than tunnel vision; but to those who are familiar with strategy and learned warriors, one could see him seeming to take almost every single: breath, swing, block, parry, step, spell, arrow, and word into account. He was obviously looking for a way to win this battle, but nothing could hide his agitated expression, "I'm not sure we can hold against this..."
"We may not have to for much longer!" The summoner shouted, motioning towards the battlefield. If Robert looked, he could see an odd sight of a rather luminous dragon heading towards the walls of the city. Though possibly alarmed at first, he'd see the sight of his friend Erion riding upon the beast, "Perfect!" The summoner shouted, immediately turning to a specific page in the tome. Despite his failure at finding his desired spell earlier, it was almost as if he new the location of this one by heart, "Do you know any fire spells, Robin?"
"Merely a few," Robin remarked jokingly, reaching inside of his robes as he drew an ornately decorated Red Tome from beneath them. Thumbing the book open, Robert couldn't help but notice this item crackling with magic prowess.
"Perfect! Channel the spell, but do not cast it. I will attempt to draw from it to empower my summons," The summoner spoke, closing his eyes as a steady hum eminated from the human. Looking slightly confused, Robin drew his free hand over the open tome. All at once, the air about the trio would crackle with energy and heat, seeming to dry up all the mositure in the air within moments. Though Robert could feel the effects of the intense heat, he felt no harm come from it- merely just the magnitude of it's power.
Seeing the two mages at his side prepare for something massive, the black mage turned as he loosed several spells towards the Dark Esper-
yet nothing seems to draw close. Those his strikes seem on the mark, his spells merely dissipate as they approach his intended target. It's obvious this is no ordinary foe, and Robert can't help but feel the creatures eyes upon him. Just this alone seemed to wrack Robert's body with pain, though not of the body... Rather, Robert felt an assault on his sanity. He couldn't tell how, or why, but all he could think of is the oncoming doom that the Esper would bring. Yet, despite feeling no physical harm, Robert felt like if something didn't change soon- he would meet his end.
Robert is now under the effect of Doom!: 3 Rounds left
Robert gains 20 char XP
Gasmask, Comlink, Handcuffs, and energy cells. @Genni
If the limit is three items, it can be assumed that Vex's three are his two swords and his armor. If not, Gasmask, Comlink, and Handcuffs.
Having settled into the back of the group, Vex continued to keep his eyes open, hid hands idly fiddling over the pommels of his blades. Despite the mechanically inclined setting around him, he couldn't help but feel out of place in this foreign land. Still, he'd remain silent, keeping his thoughts to himself while idly trailing behind the others.
As the sounds of an approaching automaton rung throughout the streets, Vex would awaken from his day dream as his eyes settled upon the towering machine-giant. Curing under his breath as Ironside called out, Vex would duck away behind the nearest obstacle, glaring at the machination as he triggered his AI.
Equipment: Comlink, Energy Cell x1, Gasmask, Power-draining Handcuffs x1
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Action: Vex activates RETINA targeting Mechtrooper -3 Energy
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