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[Spinal_Taper]

"Derm. Allow me."
Aero smirks, pops his neck, then snaps, calling lightning into the rear soldiers. If he can sacrifice MP to make it chain-lightning, do so.

Also, he holds his breath

[Dermonster]

"Go right ahead. No kill like overkill. Try not to hit me though."

Derm thinks for a second, shrugs, and leans into whisper, "By the way, you might want to hold your breath."

[Spinal_Taper]

"Pfft. Don't worry. I never miss. But, I will hold my breath"

[Sinpwn]

Unseal the blue scroll. Edge a bit further away from the tower, just to be safe.

[Caellath]

Talendir stills watches the scene like someone watching a very bad sitcom. The soldiers are pointing at Derm's face and laughing heartily and/or derisively. Well, nothing new here.

Move a little away from the tower because the sorcerer may fail terribly again.

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

Name: Talendir Exomedil
Stats:
-HP: 64/75
-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]

((Out of curiosity, how do you know what I'm going to do?))

[Caellath]

((Out of curiosity, how do you know what I'm going to do?))

((First part is that Talendir heard and saw a bit. And the second is that if monoxide attacks, things may get obvious. I can simplify it, though.))

[Maxinum McDreich]

(Man, there are just no good rolls for the Greenhaven troops XD)

''I, ah... but.'' Lei looked at the man as he scowled. She had tried everything she could. But these Greenhaven troops just refused to co-operate. No matter what they've tried, it seemed inevitable that this would end with more people leaving this plane of existence.
''Why...'' Lei said to herself. ''Derm... Aero.. could you not... just knock them out?'' She said, more to herself than anyone else. Other than that, she waited with a bowed head, holding her quarterstaff close.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Lei Senai
HP 31/35
XP: 30

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

[Skyrunner]

Distance myself from the silliness.

[Flying Dice]

Derm

Slightly ashamed of your failure, you try again.

[3]

You still don't quite have the "feel" for filling a small area with carbon monoxide.
____

Aero

You [6] leer disturbingly, [6] snap a bit of cartilage in your neck with a sharp pop, and fire a bolt of lightning into the rear of the Greenhaven soldiers.

[4] v. [6]; [6]; [4]; [6]; [1]; [1]; [6]

Four of them dive off of the ramp to avoid it, bruising themselves badly. One manages to duck and run through the door, which is slammed shut behind him. Apparently there are more inside. Two of them are fried alive, and a smell akin to roasted pork fills the air.

+7 XP

((Several things: If you had rolled a [1] for the lightning bolt, I would have gladly taken the opportunity to be a bastard and fire it at the redcoated soldiers, as you didn't specify who you were shooting at. Yes, I knew, but the universe didn't. And if you had crit failed when you were popping your neck as part of your action... Heheh. But seriously, if you give me that sort of temptation, I'll seriously consider taking it. Fair warning and all that rot: Including random things/insufficient detail in nonlinear situations as part of your actionable action (hah) is almost never a good idea. 

I'm sort of disappointed that you got one of the most amusing items and haven't used it. This is the sort of situation where it would be bloody hilarious.

Also, I'm wondering what the hell is up with random.org; 11 dice rolls and seven of them are sixes. Of course, that's just my human tendency to see the false patterns that show up in random sequences.))
____

Sinterous

Placing your hand on the cornflower-blue rune, you mutter a cantrip of unsealing. The rune flares with a burst of power and the scroll flies open, unveiling a moderately complex diagram in the same shade of ink.

[6]

You understand it perfectly, and read out the full name of the spell, Drifting Mist Clouds the Eyes of Mind and Body, roughly translated. You think that "Mist-Veiled Senses" might be easier to say in casual conversation. New awareness burns into your mind. You are still on the far side of the small ridge from the tower, completely out of sight.

New Skill (Spell): Mist-Veiled Senses: Creates a large, thick volume of magical mist which almost entirely blocks all sensory perception, both physical and magical. Affects everything within the area of the spell, as well as blocking perception of things on one side by observers on another. Can be targeted or used on self. 18 MP cost; 10 turn duration.

Scroll Identified: Scroll of Drifting Mist Clouds the Eyes of Mind and Body (Cornflower-blue; Illusion)

((A bit of information: In this 'verse, scrolls are used almost entirely to teach spells to those capable of using them under their own power, and are not commonly used to store completed spells for use by those without the proper skills or knowledge. Those of that type that do exist are just as likely to backfire as any other enchanted item in an RTD))
____

Talendir

You [3] try to back away from the tower a bit more, but stumble over several of the bodies around the former tent.

[5]

On the bright side, the redcoated crossbowmen are apparently too concentrated on the situation near the tower to pay attention to you.
____

Lei

Holding your quarterstaff ready, you bow your head in sadness, [2] accidentally headbutting your staff. No such thing as peaceful resolution from some people, eh?
____

Mina

Acting with wisdom beyond your years, you decide to get away from the impending death and stupidity.

[6]

You run away from the confrontation, turning once you reach what seems like a safe distance, roughly the same distance from the tower as Talendir, but at a different point on the compass.
____

Spurred by Aero's attack, the longbowmen on and in the tower fire a volley at the gathering near the base of the tower.

(([6]; [2]; [3]; [1]; [2]; [5]; [1]; [1]; [1]; [4]; [4]; [2]; [5]))

(After the PC rolls) Two of them miss entirely. Three accidentally fire at their downed allies, though only one of those shafts strikes home. The one that does goes straight through the visor, killing the man instantly.

[6] v. [1]
Derm takes an arrow to the chest. -12 HP

[2] v. [3]
Aero barely avoids a poorly-aimed arrow intended for someone else.

[4] v. [3]
Lei is hit in the chest, though in a slightly less dangerous spot than Derm. -9 HP

[1] v. [5]
Hedric manages to jump aside, easily dodging the arrow intended for him.

Three redcoated soldiers are killed; the rest of the Greenhaven longbow troops miss.

The redcoated crossbowmen return fire from their position. Four of the longbowmen are struck down, and a fifth falls from the ramparts as he tries to dodge. The Greenhaven soldiers still outside the tower are too stunned from their multiple near-misses to do anything, and are cut down by the attackers. The redcoated melee troops charge the door, lead by their officer.

[5]

Apparently the forces inside hadn't barred the door yet, as they manage to force their way inside within seconds. The bannerman plants his staff in the ground at the foot of the ramp, drawing a shortsword and following his comrades. Cries ring out from the interior of the tower.

((So yeah. The armored meatshields were sitting around and most of the nukes and squishies were in the middle of a melee battle waiting to happen, right under the eyes of a bunch of longbowmen, but it could have gone much worse.))

[Dermonster]

"FUCKING- I- YOU- FUCK IT! SNAKES!"

Summon a bunch of deadly snakes inside the tower.

HP: 14/30
MP: 33/41

[Spinal_Taper]

"Hate to say it, but it's not shocking that you're mad because I kill better than you."
Aero flies Derm out to safety. After landing he surrounds everyone in the party with a swirling shield of wind.
((I can do this, right?))

[Caellath]

Summon a bunch of deadly snakes inside the tower.

((If it does work, you'll kill people from both sides.))

Talendir leisurely walks towards the fortress. He moves amidst the bodies calmly, already used to the stench of death, closing the eyes of the corpses which still have visible eyes and moving on to loot the Greenhaven troops.

Loot one of the dead Greenhaven melee soldiers.

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

Name: Talendir Exomedil
Stats:
-HP: 64/75
-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.

[Flying Dice]

((If you're asking if you're capable of doing two things at once: Yes, if it is conceivably possible for someone to do so, given their abilities, situation, etc.

If you're asking about the wind shield thing: Theoretically. You'll have to ask the Highness, d6 for a definitive answer though.))

[Dermonster]

((If it does work, you'll kill people from both sides.))

I don't really know what you're trying to say here.