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[Haspen]

Hit: 130+5+5+10-26 = 124, autohit!
Damage: 15+1-9 = 7dmg

Spoiler: HP (click to show/hide)

Mercs:
Alexander Jorinn: 13/33
Ami Storm: 15/26 Dismounted
Charlotte Braxis: 19/26
Christopher Shields: 13/27
Derick: 5/31
Gregor von Hexham: 13/31
Olison Eul: 23/29 Dismounted
Riven: 25/27
Salvatore Vaughan: 18/30
Seyena Ikane: 13/29 Dismounted
Tantallos Forsaken: 28/29
Valor Inara: 30/30

Enemies:
Archer A: -1/25
Archer B: -1/25
Archer C: -5/25
Berebian Halberdier A: -12/27
Berebian Halberdier B: -5/27
Berebian Halberdier C: -2/27
Swordsman A: 28/28
Swordsman B: -6/28
Swordsman C: -4/28
Mage A: -11/26
Mage B: -10/26
Mage C: 0/26
Shaman: -1/25
Vagor Tunhausen: -24/37
Rosecross Spearman A: -4/28
Rosecross Spearman B: -16/28
Monk A: -4/24
Monk B: 24/24
Myrmidon A: -5/26
Myrmidon B: 7/26
Larion Rosecross: -3/35

Allies:
Guard A: -3/33
Guard B: -7/33
Guard C: -13/33
Guard D: -20/33
Prixima Kesselring: 47/47

Doors:
Door 24.4: 40/40HP, 5DEF
Door 2.10: 40/40HP, 5DEF
Door 6.10: 40/40HP, 5DEF
Door 2.16: 40/40HP, 5DEF
Metal Door 5.6: Unbreakable

[Furtuka]

Move 20,10
"Uhhhh... does Tiny myrmidon swordsman wolf person with a weird looking bandage on the head have any say in this?"

[Sirus]

If it is not too late to have Gregor consume a vulnerary, please do so.

[Praefectus Screptum]

Tantallos nodded to Valor and crossed his arms.

"Correct."

The shaman laughed and clapped his gloved hands together when he heard the myrmidon.

"You just had one, and you gave me the perfect name for you, a mix of all the suggestions."

[Haspen]

//TOO LATE HUR HUR HUR DUR HURR.

~~Enemy Turn!~~

The remaining trio seemingly was going to fight to the death!
Both Monk B and Myrmidon B attacked Olison, trying to get through him, but this ended in the swordgirl getting impaled on Olison's lance _{ifyouknowhatimeanhurhur}

Then, Swordsman A and Olison had strange duel, where Olison made holes in said swordsman.

Hit: 108+5-35 = 78
Hit roll: 11, hit!
Damage: 14-3 = 11dmg

Hit: 107+5-15-35 = 62
Hit roll: 78, miss!

Olison retaliates!
Hit: 105+15-34 = 86
Hit roll: 55, hit!
Damage: 19+1-4 = 16dmg

//Apparently, LEVEL UP :V

Hit: 99+5-15-35 = 54
Hit roll: 61, miss!

Olison counters!
Hit: 105+15-18 = 102, autohit!
Damage: 19+1-6 = 14dmg

Olison counters again!
Hit: 105+15-18 = 102, autohit!
Damage: 19+1-6 = 14dmg

~~Allies Turn!~~

Nothing at all.

~~Player Turn 7~~

Turns before Meneleans arrive: 2

Spoiler: HP (click to show/hide)

Mercs:
Alexander Jorinn: 13/34
Ami Storm: 15/26 Dismounted
Charlotte Braxis: 19/27
Christopher Shields: 13/27
Derick: 5/31
Gregor von Hexham: 13/32
Olison Eul: 12/30 Dismounted
Riven: 25/28
Salvatore Vaughan: 18/31
Seyena Ikane: 13/29 Dismounted
Tantallos Forsaken: 28/29
Valor Inara: 30/31

Enemies:
Archer A: -1/25
Archer B: -1/25
Archer C: -5/25
Berebian Halberdier A: -12/27
Berebian Halberdier B: -5/27
Berebian Halberdier C: -2/27
Swordsman A: 0/28
Swordsman B: -6/28
Swordsman C: -4/28
Mage A: -11/26
Mage B: -10/26
Mage C: 0/26
Shaman: -1/25
Vagor Tunhausen: -24/37
Rosecross Spearman A: -4/28
Rosecross Spearman B: -16/28
Monk A: -4/24
Monk B: 24/24
Myrmidon A: -5/26
Myrmidon B: -9/26
Larion Rosecross: -3/35

Allies:
Guard A: -3/33
Guard B: -7/33
Guard C: -13/33
Guard D: -20/33
Prixima Kesselring: 47/47

Doors:
Door 24.4: 40/40HP, 5DEF
Door 2.10: 40/40HP, 5DEF
Door 6.10: 40/40HP, 5DEF
Door 2.16: 40/40HP, 5DEF
Metal Door 5.6: Unbreakable

[Xanmyral]

"Going well so far, I would say."

Chris tucked the Talisman into his robes.

"Although I can't place it I'm fairly certain that's not a Menelean accent... but seeing as you haven't attacked me yet, I'm going to assume you're on my side. My name's Christopher Shields. Everyone just shortens it to Chris, the lazy buggers."

He seemed to be in a joking mood again.

"Ah roight good guess tha, not Menelean at all, it's Berebian. Barely notice Oi do tha at times. 'Course, tha don' mean Oi'm on their side. As Oi told yah friends, they'd have me up by mah toes an' gutted several times if Oi was with them."

He stated rather matter-of-factly with a shrug, leaning slightly on the wyvern's neck. The wyvern, Ormm, for its part looked at the hooded man strangely with its slitted green eyes, as if pondering what he is.

"'Course, that's all if'in they even remember littl' ol' me, been ah while since Oi've been back an' don' plan on any surprise returns if Oi can help it. Yah can call me Salvatore Vaughan, most jus' call me Sal though."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Good to meet you, Salvatore. If it's not too much trouble to ask, can you come here and hold my dagger for a minute? I might need the space open for all the treasure, you see."

[Xanmyral]

Salvatore nudges Ormm into moving and moves up to Chris, initiating a trade and accepting the dagger.

"Not ah problem that. Mind me askin' what's all the fuss about? Oi know Bereb's an expansonist lot, but this is ah bit much. Figured they'd bring ah larger force if'in they wanted ah true border redrawin'."

[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris hands over the item when Salvatore initiates the trade with him, then heads two south and opens the next chest.

"Eh, I have a particular item to deliver to Lady Prixima and as close as I can tell, the attacking forces don't want her to get it and think it's worth losing all these men just to stop us."

"Their loss."

[Xanmyral]

Sal holds the dagger, tapping the flat of the blade with his gauntlet-ed hand out of boredom. Ormm continued to watch at Chris oddly, sniffing lightly in his direction.

"Bit much that, all this work fer ah thing. Must be important ta them fer all this show, but Oi don' much care ta know what it is. Oi know better than tha'."

He gave a toothy grin at the last comment.

"Yeah, their loss. 'Though does hurt mah business ah bit, bet people won' much trust me 'round 'ere anymore. ...Not that they did much in the first place."

[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris nodded.

"Indeed. And mind you don't cut yourself with that. It's laced with poison."

[Xanmyral]

Sal stopped tapping the blade.

"Roight, think Oi'll not do that, poison an' me don' mix well."

After a moment, the wyvern rider speaks bluntly.

"Bit odd, yah. Everyone else all be barring spears an' swords at me, yah just shrug an' ask me ta hold ah dagger fer yah. Only met ah few types like tha."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Among my other traits, I lack prejudices. Berebian, Menelean... what matters is we're all just human beings, despite such minor differences."

"For example, no one else in my group - ours, if you're thinking of perhaps joining up with us - has the same accent I do, but otherwise we're all Meneleans. It's a superficial difference at best."

[Xanmyral]

"Rare opinion these days, specially with all the tension, Fezzan bein' attacked just made things worse."

"Joinin'? Eh, didn' put much thought in'it ta be honest, didn' even know yah were all ah group beyond friends 'er some such. Explanations were ah touch rough in the gettin' 'ere. Had plans ta head ta Garnes, though weren' much o' plans..."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"In all honesty, I'm not sure how many of us are going to stick around for a group. I've talked to a few people already about staying together once we finish this mission, and so far the reception has been positive, but, well..."

"Who knows what people will do? Certainly not me."

"All the same, how about it? As you said, a lot of people would be suspicious of you just because you were born elsewhere. Group up with us, and you'll at least have someone you can trust to watch your back."