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[Caellath]

''You...!'' Lei was unusually angry, but her small frame meant she wasn't exactly intimidating. ''Atleast I'm not making idle chat!'' She retorted, internally trying to focus herself and finish the mental scan. ''Oh, and I'm doing more than you think to help!'' She finished, taking 2 steps ahead of the group holding her staff with both hands.

Talendir rose an eyebrow as Aero started to talk to Lei about being social, apparently forgetting about he was the one who had scratched the soldier's hand to snatch a letter. So much for being social type. It seemed the birdman was only a "social" type whenever he was trying to get into a woman's pants; Talendir had already seen his share of that kind of people, and as the woman seemed to be too angry, the soldier simply shrugged and moved away from both birdman and impatient girl.

"Suit yourselves." he said calmly before leaving. The team now had the addition of an anxious and nervous woman, like he hadn't enough problems already.

[Flying Dice]

((I like how Hedric is assuming that it's a poison just because it is green. This 'verse isn't that stereotypical.

All waiting on Skyrunner. I've got nothing to do, so I feel like going on a roll (heh) today if everyone else is up for it. :3))

[Skyrunner]

Mina plops down on the ground and cradles her chin in one hand, observing the battlefield, and trying to see if either side is decidedly losing or winning.

"Shut up," the helpful, kind, and cheery merchant within her offered to Lei. "Please?"

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Mina Ley
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Description:
Background:
Class: (see below; select one, please also list the passive abilities for the class)
Stats:
  HP: 42/60
  MP: 15/15 (Regens 1 MP/turn)

35 XP

Symbiotic Floral Infestation: Mild photosynthetic abilities augment natural human regeneration (+1 HP and +1 MP restored each turn in direct sunlight or equivalent); minor physiological changes.

Passive:
  Oath of Law
  Smug Satisfaction
  Obnoxious Fascist Pigman : Repulsive to just good, not lawful people. -1 to speaking of morality.
Skills:
  Eloquent
  Longwinded

Inventory:
  Longsword
  +5 XP
  Blessed Oathsword : +2 DMG against undead and demonic creatures;     reciting oath gives +1 to your next combat action [once every 3 turns])
  Leather armor
  You and Law pamphlets, x10

[Flying Dice]

Aero

Peering intently at your spear as you test the blade with a finger, [4] you realize that the spearhead has a much better edge on it. As you watch, the few drops of blood from your finger are absorbed by the iron, which now bears a crimson hue.
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Sinterous

With no time like the present for research, you lower yourself to the ground and run your hands over the scroll with the rust-red rune, leaking a tiny amount of your power into it.

[1]

You are thrown back with a flash of light and a loud cry. Several small fires are ignited on your robes.


-3 HP
-4 MP
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Derm

Thinking quickly, you send out dozens of tendrils of power towards the tower.

[1]

Your magical strength fails before you can affect anything at the battle. A returning whiplash of magical feedback shoots through your body. The sudden shock to your system disrupts the antigravity field, though not the increased air resistance field. You drift to the ground as if sinking to the bottom of a pond.

-1 HP
-23 MP
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Talendir

Displaying your experience with such things, you wait while carefully observing the battlefield and the surviving soldiers on each side.

[5]

Looking over the ground between the tower and the attackers' camp, you can see the remnants of a silk tent and torn banners from each side. It appears to have been the site of some sort of negotiation. The earth around the tent is peppered primarily with arrows, along with a handful of crossbow bolts. There are a number of dead redcoated soldiers around the tent; only two of the dead there are from Greenhaven. On the tower, you can make out faint scorch-marks which appear to have been caused about a year ago, more or less.

As for the sides, the redcoated stag-bearers appear to be mostly militia troops, peasants without much experience or training, poorly armed and armored. Perhaps eight of their melee troops have proper mail. You also note that their ranged troops are using crossbows, indicating that they don't have the time or fund to put into the training required to produce excellent archers. The Greenhaven troops, on the other hand, all wear mail and heraldic surcoats, save for the longbowmen in the tower. They don't all move like experienced soldiers, but they are all equipped like them.

+2 XP
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Lei

You reach out, brushing the thoughts of the four cloaked figures in the stand of trees.

[4]

Three appear to be concerned about the fourth, while the fourth is concentrating intently on the tower. You register hints of desire and desperation directed that way, as well as a hint of well-wishing for the redcoated attackers.
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Hedric

Always ready to make a copper, you hurry towards the cloaked figures, completely unconcerned with stealth. Standing behind them, you clear your throat and offer to sell them a fine poison, holding up the large green flask.

[4]

The shortest of the four chuckles, asking, "You do realize that is about as far from poison as you can get, no? Still, I'll give you a fair price, as soon as I have my laboratory back."

The tallest figure continues to ignore you, staring at the tower. The other two do the same, though you think you can hear a muttered "fool" from where they stand.
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Mina

Watching the battle, it [4] seems fairly clear that while the attackers under the stag banner have numbers on their side, the Greenhaven defenders have already worn them down while taking relatively insubstantial losses. At the moment, the last defending men-at-arms are holding a narrow ramp leading to the thick, iron-bound doors of the tower. Though the attackers are pressing them sorely, the defenders look as if they will be able to hold their position, provided nothing else affects the battle.
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[1]

None of the cloaked figures or the embattled soldiers notice the flash of light or Sinterous' cry.

[5]

The tallest of the four and one of their companions feel the magical snap as Derm's magic fails; the former glances briefly at the ridge behind which most of you are in defilade while the latter stares intently for quite some time.
____

In the clash between the two sides at the foot of the tower, two of the defenders are pushed from the ramp and fallen upon by multiple foes. Five of the attackers are cut down, and one of the isolated men-at-arms manages to stab another before being killed. Crossbow bolts strike home, killing another of the defenders, while one of the attackers is hit by friendly fire. One of the longbowmen on the roof of the tower topples from the battlements clawing at the bolt in his throat. A return volley from the longbowmen strikes down three of the crossbowmen.

((Yes, I am keeping track of the hard numbers for each side.))

[Dermonster]

"Grah!"

That... had not gone to plan. Derm growled at the stubborn refusal of his magic. "I LIKED that field you motherfucker! hmm, time for improvements!"

Regain power of flight, x'cept right proper flight this time. No mukkin about!

HP: 29/30
MP: 23/41

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Derm. No need to complicate the formula.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Description: Emerald robes, brown hair. Anything more seems like a waste of time.
Background: Derm likes to play with things quite a bit. A psychopath by nature, he cares little for few people, but is smart enough to know when to direct his attention away from them. Was in the cells down below, and was sentenced to 'High risk community service' due to 'The Incident'.
Class: Sorceror
-Free Magic: You do not need specific spells to use magic, nor do you need foci or rituals, except for certain unique spells. In other words, you can try whatever you like. MP costs vary depending on scale, success level, and effect.
-Distrustful Establishment: Magical institutions and representatives thereof are going to be suspicious of you, and in some cases may be actively hostile if you reveal your nature.
Skills:
-Artistic Bonus: You gain extra exp and are more likely to have desirable outcomes when applying your power in new, creative ways.
-Natural Talent: You require 10% less exp to advance in level.
Inventory: Towering pillar of hats: A very odd hat that appears to be three hats stacked on each other. +2 damage soak
Fedora: +2 Damage soak. Stylin'!
Wisp feather: It is very cold.
Socks: Socks!

[Skyrunner]

Currently, Mina had no idea who was on whose' side.
"So, who's on who's side?"
She looked up at Talendir, hoping for an accurate if rough reply.

[Caellath]

Talendir scratches his chin. From the looks of the scene, the redcoated soldiers seem to have been attacked cowardly during the negotiation by the Greenhaven soldiers. He could be wrong, but the evidence points that way, and he doesn't lean into believing human kindness and honor. Combat needs not honor.

"From the looks of it, the redcoated soldiers are mostly peasants, and they were betrayed during their negotiations. The Greenhaven ones are not all experienced, but they have the advantage of superior equipment. I don't think there is a 'correct' or 'good' side here...but the Greenhaven soldiers were probably treacherous."

"Fighting for any of them would be taking sides, and I don't think it would be safe to do it without the knowledge of what is taking place here, beneath this battle."

"Does any of you magic users have a way to get the combatants unconscious or disabled until we can understand what exactly is happening?"

Spoiler: Talendir Exomedil - Soldier (click to show/hide)

Name: Talendir Exomedil
Stats:
-HP: 75/75
-MP: 0/0
-EXP: 41
Inventory:
-Broadsword
-Slightly Dented Heater Shield
-Chainmail (soaks 12 damage from mundane attacks, adds +4 damage to electrical effects on you)
-Broken greatlance handle: A beautifully designed and crafted part of a spear/polearm handle, measuring around 5 inches and partly broken. Judging by its sheer resilience, the business end of the weapon it once belonged to was very heavy.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Description: Slightly tanned skin, honey-colored eyes and pitch-black hair in a ponytail, tied with a small tattered dark red ribbon which can get him some weird looks from anyone who notices it. Tall and strong, with well-defined although not exaggerated muscles. On top of his chainmail he usually wears a long-sleeved black jacket with an equally black vest and brown long-sleeved shirt underneath, plus an extra shirt under the chainmail. His pants are black and so are his resilient boots. Under his clothing, the skin over large areas of his body is riddled with scars, varying in size and shape. His hands are covered in bandages.
Class: Soldier
-Hardened: You take -3 damage from all physical attacks.
-Great Strength: You can use heavy weapons without penalty or increased danger from failures.
-Few Words: You aren’t much for talking with strangers, and are less likely to convince people you don’t know. (-1 to speech/persuasion rolls for strangers)
-Brother/Sisterhood: You bond closely with those around you, and are willing to risk yourself to defend them. (+1 to rolls in which you are acting to protect another party member)
Skills:
-Weaponmaster: You have an incredible depth of knowledge on weaponry, and gain +3 damage to all successful attacks with melee weapons.
-Squire History: You were once a squire for a knight, and can make small repairs to damaged weapons and armor. (+1 to repair rolls for medieval weapons/armor)
Background: Talendir was born to a simple family which desired a better future for its children. Turning into a knight meant having a shot at brighter days by renting your sword and skill to a lord, and because of that their small boy was sent to be a squire at a castle. He learned how to perform repairs in weaponry and armor as well as how to ride a horse, the last one as a hidden activity. The lord of the castle did not care for lowborn assistants nor was willing to allow the knight assigned to Talendir to teach the boy anything but the skills needed to keep the older man's armor clean and his weapons sharp.

Even in an environment were all opportunities seemed to be denied to him, he still strived to fulfill his and his parents' dream, working during the day and practicing whilst all the souls inside the property slept, focusing on melee after getting his ranged warfare capabilities up to a reasonable standard. His abilities grew exponentially as the result of dedication and training, and his self-inflicted crucible to become a knight finally ended at the young age of 16, when his skills with close-combat weaponry had become so unnervingly obvious he managed to soundly defeat a knight and was granted full knighthood by the lord of the castle by sheer interest in using him as a tool for war.

Talendir became known for his ease in wielding extremely weighty weaponry as it was no more complicated than swinging a dagger around, and capitalized on that fame with his heavy set of armor and weapons, usually carrying an enchanted Horseslayer greatlance and a very large steel round shield, both of which had part of his smithing efforts. His happiness would not last long, and he was expelled from knighthood at the age of 17 for reasons unknown during his first campaign. The events of that time caused him to take on a sour and occasionally jaded attitude as well as becoming hostile towards paladins.

He started to work as a mercenary soldier to survive, gaining experience through a couple of years before being attracted by the call for adventurers.

[Dermonster]

"Gimme a minute, gotta get airborne again. I'll think of something."

[Skyrunner]

"Maybe we could sweep in and equally knock everyone of their feet. Fairness and stuff. Hit them from the right." Mina pauses. "Aaaaand that would be wrong. Don't know what got into me. It won't help us either, unless one side decides to reward us for killing their troops..."

(I suppose it's sunny?)

[Flying Dice]

(I suppose it's sunny?)

((It's a fairly clear day; a few clouds in the sky at most. So yep. Speaking of which, you've healed to full health during travel.))

[Spinal_Taper]

"Well, I could call down a storm. If I could get some help, I might be able to make it big and scary enough to get them away."
Birds-eye view.

[Maxinum McDreich]

Lei glowered facing away from them, Mina's quieter tone making her simmer. Aero's words were no help at all, since he was part of the problem to her. In that time, people died, and it was making her sick. She didn't know what to do, she had never been in anything like this before. Hedric's brazen acts as he approached the cloaked figures was strange and, thankfully, non-fatal.

Talendir's assessment of the situation made Lei want to know further of the fourth's intentions. She examined him further to see what exactly he was wanting to gain. More importantly, she wanted to know how to make them stop fighting.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Lei Senai
HP 35/35
XP: 30

Items: Quarterstaff, Heirloom pendant. Enchanted Pince-nez (?)
Minor Empath. Minor Telepath. Mental Sensitivity. Telekinesis. Mind Mapper.

[borno]

((Are you keeping tabs on how much money we all have?  ))
Hedric's face starts to go red.
"Uh, yes. I'll, uh, meet you once you find your laboratory?"
He then turns around, running to the downed wizard.
"You tricked me! Now I look like a fool in front of those assassins! They'll probably want a cheaper price because of that whole mix-up!"

"You better pay for all the money I might of lost!"

[Flying Dice]

((Are you keeping tabs on how much money we all have?  ))

((I am. As it stands, you're the only one with any money at all. So yeah, good luck extorting your party members.  ))

[Flying Dice]

Derm

Weaving energy throughout your body, you [4] push off and rise close to fifteen feet in the air, drifting back down in a steep arc. You realize that you don't have an effective way to generate lift; your arms are too skinny to flap like a bird.

-7 MP
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Aero

You beat your wings, rising past Derm's attempt at flight.

[3]

Unfortunately, the glare of the sun prevents you from seeing any better than you could on the ground.
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Lei

Skimming the tall man's thoughts, you [5] discover that he is concerned about the tower, and to a lesser extent the redcoated soldiers; he appears to have some sort of alliance or agreement with them.

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Hedric hurries back, blustering at Sinterous as the latter smolders on the ground, completely unresponsive. As Talendir, Mina, Derm, and Aero discuss the situation, another two of the attackers die, spilling more blood across the ramp. One of the defenders loses his sword-hand moments before his helmet and skull are crushed by a mace.