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Dexurn Post 4

Trying to take his mind off of the dangerous weaponry around him, he focused on the pink crystals the woman sported. There were so many different people here in one area. It was quite the culture shock to the guy.

People looking for things to do away from the fighting... Yup. That was pretty much what he was doing. If he could have, he'd have avoided the lines completely! He followed as directed, setting the stones down. There was a brief hesitation before his curiosity got the better of him, and he sat down. "Yeah. I helped a few times before," he admitted. Despite his concerns about where he was, the idea that he was going to be set to a task was actually quite comforting.

Syqvara Post 15



HP: 2.5

Spells: Lightning Lvl 1 (2/5 uses)
Air Lvl 1 (0/5 uses)


Attacking Alkidike Mob
Casting Lightning Lvl1
20 + 6 = 26
3 + 6 = 9 / 2 = 4.5 * 1.5 = 6.75
1 + 6 = 7 (no status effect)

Alkidike Mob takes 6.75 DMG
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In her haste to get away she fired off another spell that struck some of the Alkidike's but the damage dealt was minimal. Her dizziness was starting to get the best of her and she turned her head so that she could look for someone familiar. "Nyiim?" Since he was the only one she could think of that was near her Sy called for the leaf man. The red head moved slowly as her vision swam and those around her seemed to take most of the attacks from the Amazons. "N-Ny.. Nyiim.." It wasn't her stutter that had her words chopped up, but exhaustion from fighting and being attacked. Syqvara was ready to pass out.

Ming'we Post 11



HP: 15.5

Attacking Alkidike Mob

4 + 7 = 11 (miss)
12 + 7 = 0

Mob takes no DMG
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After following the trail of her shot she smirked and set her eyes to the crowds below her. From her vantage point on the boulder she could see quite a bit. However, something made her reload her crossbow rather quickly. Callum looked like he was having a bit of a rough time. Ming cursed at herself. She should have been watching him more closely! Taking aim she shot at the Alkidike that was closest to him. She had been too much in a hurry so her aim wasn't true. Still, the bolt would clatter on the ground next to her friend. Ming'we hoped he noticed and knew that she had his back. In the mean time her hand went back to grab another bolt so that she could reload.

HP:: 52.5-12=40.5
Need an 18 to hit:: 7+15= 22 HIT
Damage: (3+15)/2 = 9 damage to the Alk Mob

Rayolun post 14 :: Attacking the Alk Mob (1/2)
As he dispatched another alkidikes, Rayolun gave a whistle, calling Rownin and Eino back to his side as he fell back towards his wife. "Doesn't look like they are backing off.. not that I'd expect them too." He said softly after his janarim cleared a space. Rayolun was glad he'd found the old janarim..... he was certainly useful! A pity that he had to be used like this, but things never really went as one wanted them to so one just had to make the best of what was given to them.

Uquin: Post 4

Stats
HP || 31 (+6)(+4) = Total Hp: 34.5-6 (from Mob) = 28.5/41
Attack || 13 (+2)(+0) = (+2)
Defense || 22 (+4)(+0) = (+4)
Magic || 29 (+5)(+6) = (+11)
Speed || 16 (+3)(+3) = (+6)

Health (5->4) || Life (1) || Earth (5) || Water (4) || Air ( 5)

Roll 1 = Dodge!! 11+6=17 HALF DAMAGE
Roll 2 = Heal!! Healing Phaedra (13+11)/5 = 4.8! Phaedra's HP changes to 10.3

First and foremost, Uquin's skills were best used as a physician. His healing abilities were lacking, to say the least - and with the numerous injuries around him, he knew that he had outstepped his abilities. But simply turning his back on these people to slink back to his tent and apply bandages seemed cowardly to him - so Uquin remained, forfeiting any attempts at attacking in lieu of keeping a few people fighting just a little while longer.

Narrowly avoiding another arrow, Uquin peered around the battlefield. Unfortunately, he had to be cold with his choices on who to heal - and knew that with his limited magic, it would be best to bolster anyone who had proven useful in battle already.

His idea of aid was to bypass a woman with a trident, who had just injured an enemy - maybe not in adeadly fashion, but hopefully badly enough that the Alkidike would remain out of the running for the course of the battle. He poured what magic he could spare into his beads, and gestured them towards the woman as she brushed past - willing the magic to leap the short distance to her. He only had enough strength to bolster hers, to will any minor injuries to knit themselves into lesser hurts, but it would, he hoped, be enough to avoid falling from the field too early.

With this done, Uquin moved on, cursing. He'd spent so long focusing on his herbal remedies that he'd neglected his magical skills - they were rusty, and it showed.

Elsheba: Post 9

Stats
HP || 19 (+3)(+1) = Total Hp: 23-6.5 (from Mob) = 16.5/23
Attack || 16 (+3)(+3)(+1) = (+7)
Defense || 16 (+3)(+0) = (+3)
Magic || 11 (+2)(+0) = (+2)
Speed || 14 (+2)(+4)(+2) = (+8 )

8 + 10 = 18 needed to Hit
7 (Atk Bonus ) + 17 (Roll 1 ) > 18. HIT
10.5 dmg! Attacking Alkidike Mob

post to come

Yithiron post 9

Thorn attacks alk mob!
Thorn to be frank was getting the pulp knocked out of him his stealing was not going well and he felt like he resembled a pincushion. If it were not for his armor like crystals he was sure he would be down already as it was he had a long cut on his thigh and a big fat black eye. At least he had a thick skull, but being so tall meant the alks had a much easier target. He breifly wondered if he had a big hit me sign across his forhead in bold print. He snorted and was alarmed to see some read mixed in with the spewtum. Blargh. It was time to go find Ime, he was getting tired from blood loss and he worried about the wound on his thigh, it hurt some but not as much as he thought it should be and it was bleeding steadily but didn't look like an artery..of course if it had been an artery he would already be down.

He was startled by the mob yet again and he groaned on the inside while growling on the outside. He wouldnt go down. He lunged out with his dagger hilt slippery with unmentionable fluid and struck at the oncoming mass throwing himself bodily at the front then darting back to assess the damage. He hated mobs, they were the most terrifying thing for a thief. One person could be avoided but a mob was like an animal greater then ones self. More eyes more brains and a blanketing search pattern. He shuddered.

Miss