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[Dwarmin]

"It's only a euphemism if it tingles your imagination, Mr. Fosterboss." She said, with a smile and a wink.

[ragnarok97071]

Yes, change orders to moving as quickly as possible toward the rearguard healer people. My health is freaking tiny.

[Xanmyral]

Meanwhile...

A large man in hooded white robes leaned heavily on a nearby tree. Sadly, said tree was a sapling, and it was bending more than it should be, honestly. Truly, his breathe would count as a flammable object. "Dahmn... They got Ted! Thate guy oweed mey moneeeeey! ...Er em I thinkin' ove Fre--"WHACK! The large man stopped leaning on the sapling for a moment only to get it swinging back, nailing him in the face and interrupting his train of thought. It caused him to smack into the tree behind him with a loud thud. "Theers more then Iah thought! Theyer in tha trees! Iahll hole 'em off!" With that, the hooded man brought up his hatchet defensively expecting more blows, even taking a swing at the sapling that struck him, but after a minute realized he was wrong. "...Falsh alarm. Its fhine, errythings goo' noh..."

[SeriousConcentrate]

Tyrone scooted closer to the party (M8, since no tile specified).

ALLIED PHASE

Foster looked over Tyrone's wounds.

"You're looking pretty hurt. Allow me to fix that."

The loremaster raised his hand and held his palm a few inches away from the dark rider. A soft golden light enveloped Tyrone momentarily, and when it faded, he felt stronger, healthier than he had even before the fight had started.

Tyrone is healed 52 HP!
Foster loses 6 HP!

"The only worthy alpha is the one who looks after his pack. Am I right, Lady Sai?"

ENEMY PHASE

There were only two bandits left: Thief D, and the drunken Mallerican causing a ruckus in the orchard. The thief looked at Rhett. "...I think we should leg it while we got a chance," she said, still hiding in the shadows of the trees where the party (probably) couldn't see her.

Spoiler: HP (click to show/hide)

Foster: 36/42, regens 14/turn
Tyrone: 16/16
Adelaide: 15/15
Elian: 9/16
Nathara: 17/17
Ralai: 7/18
Clair: 20/20

Mallerican Male: 20/20
Bandit Thief D: 20/20

[Xanmyral]

"Leh... Lehg eet outta heeere?" The hooded man tried to peer through the trees, and quickly realized he couldn't see any others of the bandit band. Granted, he could only see nine... Six? Three? One of those numbers, once they stop moving into the air and the ground, people left. The man attempted a serious face, the gravity of the situation finally managing to bash its way through his alcohol-induced stupor, removing his previous carefree attitude.

He was silent for a while, well apart of his breathing and occasional mumbles along with swaying a bit, still clinging to a tree (noticeably a studier one than the sapling). "Yah gho, Iah'll hole 'em ohoff yah. Fher rheal thois thiam. Gho! Tha bashterhds whon... Whont ghet pasht meh. Whe'll mheet up later." The hooded man wasn't so sure about the last part... "Gho!"

He staggered close to the edge of the trees (Move to F11) to try and get a better look, clenching his axe. Well, holding it the wrong way but it was the thought that counts, yeah?

[Gamerboy4life]

 Elian started walking towards the trees, his bloodied blade held loosely in his grip. He could hear the drunken bandit running around, but the house obscured his view.

"I could have been blind, and still have known where that lout was." As he scanned the trees nearby, his sharp eyes scanned the trees carefully, almost missing the second thief hidden within. "Hah, I wouldn't have likely seen her without her big friend running amok."

He wished he knew there was another thief hidden in the trees earlier- and that he hadn't found out so soon. He couldn't help but lament the missed opportunity for a challenge.


Elian moves to F7

[Taricus]

: "Gah, I shouldn't be bleeding so much..." Ralai just stays put and holds position.

[scapheap]

:"I'll knock some sense into him."

Go to I6

[SeriousConcentrate]

"If Adelaide wants to take a break from healing, I'll come over there in a moment, Ralai."


The thief nodded. "Right... I'll tell the others what happened." She started backing away, preparing to run...

[Dwarmin]

Ralai heals 13 HP!

Adelaide bonked the Alcodian with her staff a third time during the conversation... probably by accident.

((Didn't I already heal Ralai? O_o))

"It's not time for a break yet, Mr. Foster." Adelaide says, in a rare show of initiative. She scooted after Elian, intending to heal her hooded friend.

Action: Move to F6 and Heal Elian!

[SeriousConcentrate]

(I think he got hurt again. No big deal, either way Foster can burn a little more HP to take care of it. Tutorial level and all. )

"That's the spirit!"

Elian heals 13 HP!

(LEVEL-UP!

...tomorrow. )

Spoiler: HP (click to show/hide)

Foster: 36/42, regens 14/turn
Tyrone: 16/16
Adelaide: 15/15
Elian: 16/16
Nathara: 17/17
Ralai: 18/18
Clair: 20/20

Mallerican Male: 20/20
Bandit Thief D: 20/20

[Dwarmin]

Adelaide bopped Elian in his hood-area, and there was a minor flash of light...

"Feeling better, Elian?"

[Gamerboy4life]

Adelaide bopped Elian in his hood-area, and there was a minor flash of light...

"Feeling better, Elian?"

"Quite a bit. Thank you."

[Powder Miner]

Nathara looked around. ...Besides the corpses, there wasn't much in the way of things around her area.
Nathara put her hood back down and aimlessly wandered to N9.

[Dwarmin]

"Quite a bit. Thank you."

Adelaide blushed at the minor praise. She was easily pleased.

"W..well you're welcome, Mr. Hood! Anytime you need me I'm here, right?"

"Mr. Hood" being one of her lesser used nicknames for Elian.