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Lasarra - Post Eleven
She looked around and saw so many young faces. So many girls and boys that looked like they were still even younglings. It was both sides also. "How horrible, it's like fighting children..." she would not kill unless she had to, just subdue or knock out, but she knew that there wouldn't be many who did the same.

"I also wonder why here? So far from Aisha? It just doesn't seem like a good idea, or a thought out one."

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Briella - Post Eight
Maya was in charge of their side of things, and she thought the woman did a good job of it. She would have to say something to her after. Maybe somehow mend the broken bridge between them.

She looked over at Kadriye and kissed her girlfriend on her forehead. "We will come away from this victorious. I promise." She was sure of herself, there was no way that the matron would be victorious. Aisha was not for this, there was no way her mother would condone this negative behavior.

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Zuri - Post Ten
"No, it was I who bumped into you. For that I'm sorry. My name is Zuri, though I'm sorry we have to meet on these terms." She looked over at Eije and smiled. Friendship between the races was what everyone needed, with it this little war might have been avoided. "Please be careful, as long as you watch each others backs you should be fine." personally she would feel better if people their age didn't fight, but she knew they needed every available body. All she could do is pray that neither of them fell in battle.

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HP:: 59-6.5 = 52.5
Need an 18 to hit:: 4+15= 19! Hit!
Damage: (19+15)/2 = 17 damage to the Alk Mob

Rayolun post 11 :: Attacking the Alk Mob
Rayolun shrugged but didn't have time to answer. He heard sounds of fighting coming from, oddly enough, behind the lines. I guess our side decided that waiting was a bad idea. Not that he minded; he was a hunter and knew that attacking with surprise was the best some times.

"Stay close." He said in a terse voice as he set himself up for the incoming Alkidike's charge. THey had not been givent eh order to charge, and he for one was not going to charge out alone. Not against a whole bunch of Alkidikes!

Illian Post 8

Simple Lance Stats
HP || 17 (+3)(+1) = Total Hp: 21/21
Attack || 15 (+2)(+4) = (+6)
Defense || 12 (+2)(+3) = (+5)
Magic || 10 (+1)(+0) = (+1)
Speed || 16 (+3)(+0) = (+3)

Attacking the Alkidike Mob
HP:: 21-6.5 = 14.5
Need an 18 to hit:: 18 + 6 = 24 HIT!!
Damage: ( 17+6 )/2 = 11.5 damage to the Alk Mob
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Illian grit his teeth as sounds of combat started. Idiots the lot of them! While the act of surprise had temporarily tipped the battle in their favor in the long run it had just pissed the Alkidikes off. Enraged they fought harder, faster, and with no remorse. Whatever truce might have been worked out was no longer on the table.

The battle hadn't even been going on long and already he could feel a score of cuts bleeding sluggishly along his arms. But the women he fought were in no better condition than he was. His lance was splattered with their blood and while he hadn't killed anyone yet, he was glad to say that none had managed to get past him.

Chimelu || Post One || Anyone can interact || "Attacking" mob || Prentice

For the most part Chimelu had stayed in the back with this bow while he waited until the fighting began. His father was there with him--somewhere--unlike in the last war and his mother was back at home tending his new baby brother. Now that the fighting began though he had an arrow notched into the side of his bow and readied it to fly. He had improved greatly with his skills in archery and could actually hit targets now which he felt incredibly happy about. Chimelu rolled his shoulders before pulling the bow up, holding his breath while he aimed and then letting an arrow fly through the air and into the chest of an incoming mob member. The alkidike went down but he couldn't tell if his blow had been a final or injuring one though. He slotted another arrow into place as he held the bow to his side, both hands holding it. "This is going to be a long battle." He surmised with frown.

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Padma: Post 4
Just calling out seemed to do the trick - a few people eagerly lent their aid. One man shifted a few boxes over, and it was enough room to stash the last bags from the aldabucks outside. Once secured, Padma looked up hurriedly to direct another girl on how to help - only to pause, startled. She'd never seen an Oban before - her father had kept her rather secluded. But - with a shake of her head, Padma told herself that she couldn't let uncertainty make her hesitate if there was an oban in distress. They were ALLIES here, after all, and it wasn't like Padma herself had ever suffered - she had only been a child when the invasion occurred!

"Yes - yes, there are bedrolls. ..Er... some." Padma answered another girl, biting the edge of her nail in concentration - she heard sounds from outside, more shouting -- were the Alkidike attacking now? "Over here - please, help me roll them out, and if you see any wounded come in just direct them here. We need to make sure that anyone mildly wounded is handled and escorted away from the bedrolls - they need to be kept as open as possible for severe cases." Nodding to herself, Padma looked up hopefully as the flap of the tent swang, but it wasn't her father, and she quickly shook away her disappointment. Instead, she led Kalliope and Kayin towards a stack of rough, somewhat scratchy bedrolls that had been donated, tugging the ties that kept them rolled taut and unrolling them in what she hoped was an orderly, even fashion.

What now though??

[I know there isn't much Padma is offering, but if you can get any inspiration from her posts then feel free to tag me back or take over preparations X3 If you'd rather your character be elsewhere, no pressure!]



Cerith: Post 9
Well - at least the brothers that Jelanii had befriended were gentlemanly (not to mention attractive, but that was only a cursory observation, all things considered...). She smiled and nodded at Istanell, then glanced sidelong to Illian, her lips quirking in a coy smile. "Try and stay safe out here - I think my brother would be quite heartbroken if you didn't come out of this in tact." She nodded her head, then stepped away, leaving the two brothers to their final preparations, instead turning her attention completely to Mynshaka.

Still aloft on his pet, it was becoming clear that battle was incoming- her stomach tied up in knots, and she inhaled sharply before nodding, giving Shaka's beast a final farewell pat on the snout before she turned away from them and drew her swords, glancing around for her brother. He'd disappeared a moment before - and she'd thought he had simply gone off for a moment, but ... there was no sign of him. Surely he wouldn't... abandon her in the middle of battle?

Cerith didn't have time to think on it. Just as predicted, the violence came to a head and the half-hearted peace talks smashed to the ground like Oban glass - the crowds split and surged, and before long Alkidike appeared before her. There was no way to distinguish between ally and foe - so Cerith opted to simply strike out, slashing her swords and ducking to roll away from incoming Blades, praying she wouldn't be struck. Where was Jelanii, to watch her back?!

[With this Cerith posts will get more scarce - I don't need VP for her and I can't fight with her XD I might tug her back in later, but I didn't grow her in time to fight ;3;]



Nimueh: Post 7
Normally, Nim might complain about being guided around by these strangers, but he HAD sought them out - and child or not, he realized that now wasn't the time to start something. People were getting... mad... around him, and as the two ladies talked about what to do with him, Nimueh looked around at the people, with their weapons, and finally decided it may, actually, be a good idea to go wherever they suggested. They slipped into a tent, which had a few people inside, but no one with their weapons out - and Nimueh immediately went to sit next as far out of the way as he could.

Maybe if he stayed here, his papa might eventually come around and see him? "You don't have to worry about me - I'll stay here! I won't go anywhere, I promise!" Nim promised the two ladies, feeling embarassed, after Dezani's supportive words, that he'd made the two worry about his welfare - especially since they were strangers, and not even his people - because even if the girl had his skin color, he wasn't one of his extended family, like he'd somehow dreamed - nor was he the white-haired lady's problem either. In times like these, when adults were busy talking, his mom had always said that it was best if he got out of the way and tried not to attract attention from anyone other than her.

[Nim is backing out of the meta! Thank you for letting me saddle your girls ith him XD hahaha, you rock~ ]

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OpticPeach

Jacin's HP: 42.5/49

Jacin Attacks Alk Extremist Leader 1

Jacin needs a 21 to hit.

Rolled: 12 ( +13 ) = 25, hits

Dmg: 9 ( +13 )/2 = 11 dmg to Alk E. Ldr 1

To say that Jacinthus was disappointed in the proceedings was an understatement, though it wasn't just that, it was also a touch of anger. To think that his own people would make such a foolish and costly mistake. It wasn't as though the 'peace talks' were doing a damn thing. Still, he'd of preferred that it wasn't his own people that started it, especially in the nasty manner that they had decided to use. No matter though, what was done was done.

"Alright, Takoda, I am going to go for their leader, let our various friends go for the rest of this mob." He said as he drew one of his arrows from his quiver, notched it, and sent it flying in the way of his target. He didn't care for having to attack these women per say, he didn't like the idea of his arrows being used to kill people, but this had to be done. He wanted to protect his family, his mate, his daughter, this had to be done.

Rishi's HP: 42.5/49 (+4 from AG) = 46.5/49

Rishi Attacks Alk Extremist Leader 2

Rishi needs a 17 to hit.

Rolled: 3 ( +15 ) = 18, hits

Dmg: 4 ( +15 )/2 = 9.5 to Alk E. Ldr 2

Rishima dragged in a breath and let it out, though it was a shaky one as he saw the battle erupt before he had even had a chance to finish talking to Aselia. His attempts at peace had failed and people were going to hurt one another, were going to kill one another, and it was breaking his heart. The man tilted his head back a moment, squeezing his eyes tightly shut to try to hide the fact that they had gotten a bit watery. No, now was not the time for that, he could grieve for this worthless and completely unnecessary violence later.

Opening up his mismatched eyes again he called out, "Aselia! This was never what I wanted, not for our people and not for you. Even if you never believe me I'd of followed you as my mystic!" It was too late for that as well he thought to himself as he shifted his spear in his hands from a peaceful hold to one that was prepared for battle.

He glanced back toward Gerraden for a moment and said, "I can't fight her and even if she attacks me I ask you leave her be, forgive me for being so weak and asking such a thing of you." The idea of striking at the very person he'd risk life and limb to save was impossible, because of this he picked another, one of the extremist leaders. Perhaps if they took out the leaders the would be able to quell the fighting. A long shot, but one that he was desperately willing to take if it meant ending the fighting sooner then later and maybe even saving lives.