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[Haspen]

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[Haspen]

I, Alec Francis, King of newly established Northern Territory, have decided to write down the memoirs of... possibly the most important few weeks in our relatively short history. I shall write about myself, and poor Freia, and the people who assisted us, and the mysterious Rab and Charlotte... and how we have brought down the Domes... or rather, how the Domes were brought down for us.

But I shall start from the beginning. It was a hot, summer day, and there was information about some strange 'monster' that appeared in some caves, and I was personally asked by my father, to investigate, so...

~~Prologue: Rather Fierce Introduction~~

...Prince Alec Francis was scheduled to meet with Freia and her mercenaries, at a road leading to Vashean castle. But whilst Freia arrived at the destination, there was no sight of the Prince.

"Let's go people, we should check out what's keeping our employer for so long. Unless he is one of these lazy, fat nobles, ugh."

It took only a short stroll along the forest road...

"Oh, I could've seen that coming."

---

"Gonna ask yer again - are ya givin' ye money or ye wanna die?"

"I've told you! We have none! We're mere travel-"

"Bullshit! Ye have bodyguards and fancy robes. I bet my head that yer some son of wealthy nobleman! ...Hmm, maybe I should kidnap ye for ransom, eh?"

"Ah, dammit."

---

Freia brushed some hair from her cheek.

"Come, we've got to save them or our purses will suffer forever."

//All players are in!

~~Player Turn 1~~

Enemies stats here!

Spoiler: HP (click to show/hide)

Players:
Ayleen Hayes: 16/16
Cedric Unatough: 20/20
Dylan Martel: 18/18
Erin Kaes: 19/19
Lady Rose: 22/22
Lance Draeth: 17/17
Votel Sandmark: 18/18
Wyvar Bransen: 20/20

Allies:
Freia: 21/21
Prince Alec: 20/20

Enemies:
Bandit A: 26/26
Bandit B: 26/26
Bandit C: 26/26
Bandit D: 26/26
Bandit E: 26/26
Bandit F: 26/26
Swordsman A: 22/22
Swordsman B: 22/22
Swordsman C: 22/22
Swordsman D: 22/22
Swordsman E: 22/22
Archer: 19/19
Mage: 21/21
Gargoyle A: 21/21
Gargoyle B: 21/21
Shaun: 25/25

[GiglameshDespair]

"Well, dear prince, it has been such a long time since our last fight. It's good to get the blood flowing!"
Her wyvern reared up, flapping into the air.
"I see the mercenaries you hired further down the road, as well. Capital!"

[Tiruin]

"This reminds me of my first employer a few years back. Same position, but a much smaller field. Ahh, good times."

...
"Though we do lack any pegasus in dire cases, and Votel's horse reminds me of...one companion I truly cherished. Anyway, that said-"
"Stay in formation, and play us a song, Cedric!"
Get going to 17y-15x

[Varee]

"You got a companion that look like a horse? .... Sometime I feel these jobs keep getting weirder and weirder..."
To 18,14

[Glowcat]

: "Hey, people!"

Erin waves in the general direction of the mercenary band.

: "Who wants to murder some bad guys to the south of us?"

She loads her crossbow

: "Murder to the face."

To 11x,18y
Attack Swordsman D

[F.O.E.]

"Well, I guess that explains the delay."

Lance moves to 17,17.

[GiglameshDespair]

Head south, my fellows!

9, 17
Attack Swordsman D

[SeriousConcentrate]

"And here I was hoping we could have a pleasant meet and greet without any violence. Oh well. Leave the brute to me!"


Dylan to 7,16 and attack Bandit E.

[Haspen]

The swordsman quickly fell from bolt and lance.

Hit: 93-15-14 = 64
Hit roll: 57, hit!
Damage: 16-3 = 13dmg

Hit: 78+15-14 = 79
Hit roll: 38, hit!
Damage: 15+1-3 = 13dmg

Then Dylan had ax fun with a bandit.

Hit: 83-10 = 73
Hit roll: 5, hit!
Damage: 13-3 = 13dmg

Bandit E counters!
Hit: 81-22 = 59
Hit roll: 98, miss!

Dylan attacks once more!
Hit: 83-10 = 73
Hit roll: 66, hit!
Damage: 13-3 = 13dmg

Spoiler: HP (click to show/hide)

Players:
Ayleen Hayes: 16/16
Cedric Unatough: 20/20
Dylan Martel: 18/18
Erin Kaes: 19/19
Lady Rose: 22/22
Lance Draeth: 17/17
Votel Sandmark: 18/18
Wyvar Bransen: 20/20

Allies:
Freia: 21/21
Prince Alec: 20/20

Enemies:
Bandit A: 26/26
Bandit B: 26/26
Bandit C: 26/26
Bandit D: 26/26
Bandit E: 0/26
Bandit F: 26/26
Swordsman A: 22/22
Swordsman B: 22/22
Swordsman C: 22/22
Swordsman D: -4/22
Swordsman E: 22/22
Archer: 19/19
Mage: 21/21
Gargoyle A: 21/21
Gargoyle B: 21/21
Shaun: 25/25

[Glowcat]

The swordsman quickly fell from bolt and lance.

Hit: 93-15-14 = 64
Hit roll: 57, hit!
Damage: 16-3 = 13dmg

Hit: 78+15-14 = 79
Hit roll: 38, hit!
Damage: 15+1-3 = 13dmg

: "Yes!"

: "Nice hit, Rose."

[GiglameshDespair]

"Thank you kindly, my dear! Same to you!
She smiled gently and turned to look at her other opponents.
"Now who's next?"

[SeriousConcentrate]

Dylan cut the bandit down with two swift swings of his hatchet.

"That's pretty messy! Don't bleed on my scarf, I just bought it!"

[Glowcat]

Erin took a moment to enjoy watching Dylan's carnage before turning her focus back towards Prince Alec, seeking approval for her actions.

: Her breathing slowed and she tensed up inside. Pleasebeproudofmepleasebeproudofmepleasebeproudofme she thought, not wanting to disappoint the man who finally let her onto a battlefield where she could enjoy the finer things in life. Such as ending it.

[darkpaladin109]

"Ah, beatiful Ayleen, let me allow you to tend to any of our wounded."
17-16, perform Lance and Ayleen.