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[GiglameshDespair]

Typhos darts forward and attacks the Captain himself.

Code: (Typhos vs Hollow Captain) [Select]

Hit: 118+15-8=auto
Crit:13 - 2 = 11
Roll: 97
Dam: 10+1-5 = 6

Hollow Captain retaliates!

Hit: 77-21-15 = 41
Roll: 4
Crit: no
Dam: 14-1-3= 10

Typhos doubles!
Hit: 118+15-8=auto
Crit:13 - 2 = 11
Roll: 80
Dam: 10+1-5 = 6

A pair of quick attacks open up wounds on the hollow captain. It staggers... then bellows, sudden and fierce!

Enemy Phase

The Captain swings his mace again, more like a beast than a soldier!

Code: (Hollow Captain vs Typhos) [Select]

Wrath activates!

Hit: 77-21-15 = 41
Roll: 83

Typhos retaliates!

Hit: 118+15-8=auto
Crit:13 - 2 = 11
Roll: 13
Dam: 10+1-5 = 6

Typhos, however, ducks the vicious swing, and with one more strike the battle is over. The Captain falls.

Typhos obtains Warm Iron Figurine.

A tiny metal figurine tinkles to the ground, and Typhos picks it up. The face is smooth and blank, but somehow reminds him of himself. It's warm, too; a soft warmth, as if it had been held by living hands just previously.

Map completed.

Ahead, the party can see the small tower the Captain guarded. Instead of a wall inside, though, it seems to stretch on, impossibly, into a dark passage. It would seem this is how to enter Truskhang.

EXP: 03/100
Souls: 404

[Blade Master Model 42]

Yilda finishes sealing the wounds of her companions, leaving Sacha for last. "Take greater care in the future. The front lines of battle are not your place. Your foolish behavior could have cost us, were it not for our brave protectors."

[Twinwolf]

Rosalia sits down for a moment, placing her bow by her side.

"Is everyone alright?"

[SeriousConcentrate]

Once he was certain there were no further enemies in the area, Ariston put away his weapons, then removed his helmet for the first time in the memory of most of his companions.

"Finally, a moment of respite."

The breeze barely existed - almost as if the wind was as dead as himself -  but what little there was felt good against his face and hair.

"Truskhang is just beyond that northern corridor. Shall we take a moment to collect ourselves before crossing the border? I'm sure these pitiable hollows are far from the only opposition awaiting us."

[SOLDIER First]

Damon does the same, stretching.
"Don't be so hard on her. Dangerous as it was, and loath as I am to admit, it did work." He added "I think" in a silent thought.

"Definitely, General. Falling so often at my advanced age is hardly good for me."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"True. We are both... very old now."

He still wondered exactly how long it had been since the fall of Mir. A VERY long time was the closest he could estimate.

"Once we get back in fighting shape, all of this will be much easier."

[Blade Master Model 42]

"It left us in a dangerous situation that could have been easily avoided. I stand by what I said."

[SOLDIER First]

"By no means do I disagree, miss Yilda, though I won't argue any further."

[SeriousConcentrate]

Ariston rubbed his eyes and moved to the small pools of water. Being dead, no disease could harm him (although, oddly enough, poisons seemed to still work, if not as instantly lethal as they would were he living) and so he was unconcerned about the fact dead men had been waiting in ambush in the water for an unknown amount of time. He splashed his face with the lukewarm water, wishing it were cold as he did so, then ran his hands through his hair to dry his gauntlets and stood.

"I'm sure the pain suffered at the hands of that hollow is lesson enough. Let's not argue; we need to cooperate if we're to make it anywhere. This fort has shown me that much."

[Nerjin]

Sacha finally stands up, the world deciding that it was done spinning in quite so a disorienting manner, and glances at the tower.

"My plan was a decent one. I simply... miscalculated its speed." With a sigh she continued "Regardless... I'll take more care in the future. I'm no battlefield tactician."

[Twinwolf]

"Hey, are everyone's flasks topped off? We don't know when we'll find another of those bonfires."

[SeriousConcentrate]

Pythias held up his Estus flask.

"Mine is full, although I do wish it held more."

He attached it to his belt next to his helmet.

"So what do you suppose awaits us in Truskhang? Doubtless more hollows, but what are hollows doing in the land of the Gods?"

[Nerjin]

"Seems obvious to me. Trying to find a cure I'd imagine. It's hard to accept that you're turning into a monster. Poor bastards... Wasting what time they had left on a fool's errand. I've seen it countless times. People are willing to trade away their existence for hope... No... For the idea of hope." Sacha shakes her head before chuckling "But we're no better are we?"

"Also, I found this... shard of a flask. Anyone want a pretty little decoration? This thing's probably not of much use to us now."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"I've got one too. I'll hold on to yours too if you like. As for your first point, perhaps, but I was under the impression no one had entered Truskhang since before even my and Damon's time. I suppose my real question is, are the ones we've fought travelers like ourselves, or were they 'natives'?"

"The latter would definitely not be a good sign."

[Nerjin]

"I... Don't follow."