"Why aren't we attacking?!" Naria demanded, exasperation heavy in her tone. Around her, the other leaders exchanged glances. There had been general disagreement on whether or not to press the advantage. On the one hand, the Oban camp was in disarray - on the other, the rescued prisoners needed rest. It had only been a few hours since the scouts returned from the Oban camp, and night was falling. Now was the perfect time to strike.
But there was the ongoing argument throughout camp of whether to surrender or not. Many loudly insisted that they couldn't surrender, and Naria agreed vehemently with that - but the arguing made the business of the camp grind to a halt. So while many of the leaders agreed that they should advance soon, the tenseness of the camp made Antiope and Enlil resist. "We should definitely not surrender, but these people are worried for their homes." Enlil said, as calmly as he could, shaking his head at his brother and Naria's offended looks.
As the leaders talked, Yansa tapped her finger against her lance."This arguing and lack of direction is making everyone lose patience - we move, and we move now, or we will risk losing the upper hand."
"At the very least, those who returned said the Oban leader is incompetent. We should attack before they find someone else to --"
Whatever Vescillea was saying was lost amidst the sounds of war cries, and the rhythmic pounding of spears against the ground. In the dark of twilight, in the grass beyond the Tale camp, was the vanguard of the Oban army.
"Wh-- but how?!"
"Your indecision may have cost us our victory. Our enemy does not coddle its injured." Naria cried, rushing from the tent and clambering up onto her Yaotl's back. "Make ready for battle, Tendaji!"
Despite the chaos unleashed on their camp, the Oban army is once again poised to attack! Their war beasts are visible on the horizon, but not yet close enough to attack - for now there only seems to be a small vanguard of the skilled soldiers and mages.
Battle System This fight will be using almost the full extent of the battle system. Rules and how to's can be found here. While in the battle system, all characters will be working toward earning a battle req and not their RP reqs (RP post counting should be paused until the battle system is over and regular RP has resumed)
Allowed: You may use all full actions and all half actions with the exception of charge, retreat, and trip Magic users will be able to inflict all status ailments You may use any special attack that you have learned
Not Allowed: You may not use familiars in battle You may not retreat out of range from attack You may not use items in battle
The Oban Army There are now only two Arwa.
Both the Arwa and the enemy Vanguard will be able to attack individuals or the group. They will use one attack per round of attacks. The Arwa do not have the ability to dodge or counter. They will just continue to attack. When attacking more than one person, they will target random zones of players.
Treat the vanguard like highly skilled fighters. They have a united HP, but in roleplay you may count a hit as injuring/defeating an opponent as you see fit.
You may only attempt to attack once between each round of attacks. However, you may continue to RP as frequently as you wish (though this will not be counted toward an RP req count, it is purely for fun). You must name which enemy you are attacking. If you run out of HP, you have been knocked out and may not continue to battle. You will be rushed to the medic tents, and will be able to continue to RP there.
Please note! If you do have been attacked by an enemy and do not reply before the next attack (which will come every other day) it is counted as a full dmg attack against the character.
(For those who are new to the battle system: It would be easiest to roll first, and then edit your post with an appropriate RP response.)
The general isn't among them, but the vanguard is still a highly trained force. The mages and healers remain guarded behind rows of spearmen, whose weapons glisten in the light. Highly trained though they are, there are signs about them of being less than what they seem - armor is dinged and covered in sand on some men, boots scuffed. They are highly trained, but tired from the invasion of their camp, yet here they've marched regardless.
For now, they strike well - spotting the healer with the most rich vestments, assuming him to be the most tactical unit to take out - and so that is where they attack first.
As the vanguard advances on the group around the healer, Takoda, Naria's Yaotl leaps over the hastily assembled troops and sweeps its massive tail against the nearest soldiers it can, while Naria stabs out with her spear, using the height and her longer weapon to her advantage. While peaceful before, as she stares at the Obans she is fierce and determined, lips pressed together fiercely as she attacks with precision.
Roll to hit: 19 + 11 = 30 + 5 (from SP) = 35, hits Roll for dmg: (12 + 11 )/2 = 11.5 + 5 (from SP) = 16.5 dmg
SP CD: 1/5
It was probably due to the amount of battles that Chalcedony had been in thus far in his life but when he felt the ground shaking ever so slightly it had gotten his attention. What more was the fact that there was suddenly shouting, calling attention to the fact that the Obans had arrived. For all those that had been certain they would be delayed after what happened at their camp Chal wasn't so sure. It was why he'd been so at attention, pacing around, and was otherwise waiting for what might happen. When the vanguard strike force arrived first, with the Arwa able to be seen coming up slowly behind them, he didn't waste any time. Especially when it seemed that they were coming straight toward one of the people he wanted most to protect even if said person wasn't his in any way. Call it that flicker of old feelings that he still had inside of his heart that wouldn't go out.
Dragging his heavy, masterwork shield off his back, glad he was able to retrieve it before he'd escaped with Senja and Lerin. Shifting his shield just so in his grasp he looked forward the vanguard, planted a foot, and started to charge forward toward the large group of soldiers. He would need to do all he could take out as many of them as possible, before the Arwa arrived. He'd fought those massive creatures before, he knew how dangerous they were, and as such he wanted to deal with the vanguard before they arrived. If not he would find himself torn between continuing his battle with the foot soldiers and going forth to take on the Arwa for a second time.
As he went crashing forward he could only hope that Takoda, as a healer, would consider falling back. It wasn't his place to order him to do so, not when they were equal in rank, but it didn't mean that he couldn't have the personal desire for him retreat.
Roll to hit: 18 + 14 = 32, hits (hits naturally so gets the bonus) Roll for dmg: (16 + 14 )/2 = 15 + 5 (from UC) = 20 dmg
US CD: 1/5
The Obans arriving startled Jacinthus a bit, not because he hadn't been expecting them to retaliate but because he wasn't where he wanted to be, he wasn't with Takoda. In fact it would appear as though his mate was right in the thick of things as the Vanguard came charging forward toward the Tale group, looking to finish off the battle as quickly as they were able. It wasn't something that Jacinthus appreciated, not in the least bit, and all that mattered to the Leaf Tribesman was getting to his mate. He knew what the Obans were capable of, knew that they would capture him if they could, and he'd be damned if he let his precious mate become a slave!
Pulling his bow off his shoulder he set to notching his arrows, taking careful aim, before he let them loose. His arrows would, if he were lucky, fell the members of the vanguard in a swift and efficient manner. If possible it would happy before they were able to cause too much damage to Takoda and the others. Just as his arrows started to fall, striking various members of the Oban Vanguard, Jacinthus caught side of the shield wielding idiot, Chalcedony charging through the crowd like some sort of riled up Mammu.
The ranger gave a bit of a snort before reaching for more arrows, "As if I am going to let you look good in front of my mate." He muttered to himself as he prepare to take more shots at the Obans that continued to come there way. He was mindful of the Arwa, spotting them in the background, but for the moment he knew he had to focus. The foot soldiers would come first, the monsters could come later.
Rishima's antennae gave a twitch and his mismatched eyes turned as he heard shouting, drawing his full attention to the fact that the Obans had arrived. It was much earlier then most everyone, save for the Water Tribeswoman, expected. She had made it seem as though the Obans would be coming even though there were some that thought they would be halted by the scouts attacking their camp. Rishi had been there, had seen the mess made by stampeding Arwa as well as the escaping prisoners. Not to mention all that the scouts had done. Truth be told he'd been among those who thought that they might be delayed if only because there was so much of a mess to be cleaned up. That was not the case it would seem.
Shifting himself he took hold of his spear, glancing from side to side at Jerarda and Gerraden who were nearby him, and said, "Seems that they have come to get pay back for the mess made of their camp." He wondered if they meant to do as they did before, that being capturing more prisoners, or would they decide against it because of the mess that their last prisoners made? It was hard to tell but he wasn't going to let them have a chance to take anyone dear to him. He would keep Jerarda and Gerraden safe he thought to himself as he slid into a stance, preparing himself before he moved forward quick as lightning to meet up with the in coming Oban Vanguard.
Once he was close enough he slid to a halt, lifting his weapon up, and then attacked using an attack that was known only by the amazon sect of the Alkidike. It was a quick, rapid strike attack called the 'Lotus Strike', something that would allow him to get in a trio of hits against the Obans around him. The sooner they took out the foot soldiers the better he realized as he spotted the Arwa. It would seem as though they'd gotten them under control and prepared for battle despite the debacle back in their camp. Not what he'd been hoping for when the one had been stampeding around, but he supposed that he would face them down when they arrived just as he had the first time he'd run into them.
Spells: Fire lvl 2: 7/7 Lightning lvl 2: 7/7 Fire lvl 1: 5/5 Lightning lvl 1: 4/5 Life lvl 1: 1/1
*Biroki uses Lightning Lvl 1 on the Vanguard *Biroki needs 18+ to hit! *13+15= 28, HIT *15+15=30/2=15 to VANGUARD *17 = VAnguard is Paralized
When war hit, Biroki was ready. His magic raged inside him, longing to be used for it's purpose. He was glad he had warmed up, because now he was warm.
He boiled.
He placed his staff upright in the ground and raised his hands up to the sky, the air around them briefly glowing with ionization before, with a thunderous crack, a bolt of electicity smote deep into the heart of the invading force.
CRRRAAAK. BOOM
Biroki felt a surge of satisfaction.
"I'm just getting started." he murmured, bringing his hands back down to gather energy once more...
*Kaalnia uses Dancing Petals *+2 speed (3/3 turns) *+3 Damage *Kaalnia Attacks the Vanguard *Kaalnia needs a 14 to hit *6+10=16 HIT *14+10=24/2=12+3=15 Damage to Vanguard
Kaalnia knew there had been a reason she couldn't sleep! As a spearwoman, an alkidike, and as someone sick and tired of having to carry the dead and injured, Kaalnia was right at the front lines.
With a war whoop, she leapt into battle, dancing along the bleeding edge of the fight, duelling the other spearpeople with grace to match their discipline.
Kaalnia was having fun - movement, especially this movement, was good for her. But she was also deadly serious as her spear blade bit into her foes...
*Ruelash Attacks the Vanguard! *Needs 14 to hit! *17+13=30 HIT *8+13= 21/2= 10.5 damage to the Vanguard
"Ahahahahaha!" Ruelash crowed as he cut his way through the Oban in front of him. His soul sang with joy amidst the screams and shouts and sprays of blood.
He had been waiting for this.
The chaos at the Oban camp had been but an appetizer: This was the main meal, his sustenance, and he had needed it so badly. He longed to injure, he longed to be injured. This battlefield, this hell, was his paradise.
It suddenly occurred to him that he wasn't alone on the battlefield, and he, equally suddenly, had the idea for a fun game.
"Oi!" he called, "Iroia!" he sought his ally in the crowd, "Wanna keep count of th' heads we roll?"
Kiyelt felt like he hit the ground running, it was exhilarating charging into battle once again united against a foe bent on taking his land, his freedom. Well that was just not going to happen. He stopped behind the crush of the melee and snaked his whip out scoring some Oban scum in the face. That would scar but judging by how pretty the guy was wouldn't harm his chances of reproducing if he survived the battle. Which was well up in the air as it were. Kiyelt danced around the milling bodies looking for another opponant to descend his whippy wrath upon. He had kind of missed this rush.
Iroia grinned and pranced into battle, her hard trained body singing with the freedom of finally fighting others again. She grinned at Ruelashes comment and called back, "That sounds like a fun game!"
Screeching happily she fell about her work, so many targets, so little time, and now a competition to be had! Life was a gleeful, gleeful thing. Heady and wonderful. She eyed the arwa and danced a little hoping she wouldn't get stepped on later, that would suck.
14 needed, 19+6=25 HIT DAMAGE: (16+6)/2= 11 damage
Kelina lined up when the elders had decided it was time to attack, or rather, were forced into it by means of the Oban vanguard advancing. She swore to herself and sighed as Kresimir was attached to her leg. "Kres, dear. Go find your father and tell him to be ready to get you and your sister out if need be. I love you my little one." She said before giving him a kiss on the head and sending him off. She didn't mean to scare him, but the reality of it was that she may never see him again. But it was what she had to do to protect her family and where ever her sister was.
Kel wiped away a few tears as she watched her little one run off before getting into the battle state of mind. It was time to prove herself once more. She took a few deep breaths and readied an arrow, aiming for one of the spearmen in the vanguard. Releasing her breath, she released her arrow and only let herself have a moment of satisfaction as it embedded itself into his chest.
