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~~Enemies Turn!~~

Fireballs blasted the ground around Olison.

Hit: 130-30-10-59 = 31
Hit roll: 66, miss!

Hit: 130-30-10-59 = 31
Hit roll: 38, miss!

Then poisonous mist engulfed Olison.

Staff hit: (30+[{25-9}x5]+24)-(12x2) = 30+80+24-24 = 110, autohit!
Olison is poisoned!

Staff hit: (30+[{25-20}x5]+24)-(11x2) = 30+25+24-22 = 57
Hit roll: 60, miss!

And then the Fire Nation bloodthirsty soldiers attacked.

Hit: 111+15-30-5-10-59 = 22
Hit roll: 65, miss!

Olison retaliates!
Hit: 118+5+10-15-52 = 66
Hit roll: 28, hit! Crit roll: 16!
Damage: 32-1-17 = 14x3 = 42dmg

Hit: 111+15-30-5-10-59 = 22
Hit roll: 24, hit!
Damage: 27+1-18 = 10dmg

Olison counterattacks!
Hit: 118+5+10-15-52 = 66
Hit roll: 49, hit!
Damage: 32-1-17 = 14dmg

Hit: 109-30-5-10-59 = 5 //omg
Hit roll: 78, miss!

Olison retaliates!
Hit: 118+5+10-52 = 81
Hit roll: 73, hit! Crit roll: 30!
Damage: 32-16 = 16x3 = 48dmg

Hit: 109-30-5-10-59 = 5
Hit roll: 4, hit! //omg x2
Damage: 31-18 = 13dmg

Olison counters!
Hit: 118+5+10-52 = 81
Hit roll: 54, hit! Crit roll: 30! //honestly the crit roll is the same as Oli's previous
Damage: 32-16 = 16x3 = 48dmg

The axemen moved closer but didn't even try their chances against Olison on the hill.

~~Allies Turn!~~

"Listen, young man, I didn't survive fifty-two years by running away from battlefield! And I won't- *CLONK*"

Hit: 113+15+5-52 = 81
Hit roll: 23, hit!
Damage: 41+1-17 = 25dmg

"And I won't be running away now!" He said, while Matilda brought her horse to Olison's side and healed him.

20+22 = Up to 44HP restored

Meanwhile Alakrin heard the gallopping horses and looked west.

"Teal cloaks, father! There are our soldiers!"

"Go, tell them what has trascribed here! Be brief and fast!" Alakrin rode west to meet with the cavaliers.

"Erytrea!"

"Alakrin! I mean, sir Yung! Your mother have dispatched us to check if you're on way back and-"

"Later; my father is under attack by uncle's soldiers, there's some people that are helping, but still-"

"You heard him, people! Prepare to fight!" A united 'yes sir!' came from the horsemen as their prepared their lances and spelltomes.

Olison: 4

Allies stats, updated!

PTWing because I've found your forum games always interesting.

"Speaking of indoors." Altmorin pulled out a small set of tools pinned to a piece of cloth.

"The Prince provided me with set of lockpicks. Any of you can use this little tools?"

Given the hate (one vote :v) I guess it was...serious enough to not give context in this thread (and...IRC only?), then?

She ain't beautiful blonde knight prince sparkling blue eyes that I prefer, so I hate 'er instead >:C
_{Blonde knights with blue eyes, eeee~<3 I'm silly about Elvira, really.}

PS: If I were Kosko I would definitely vote 'Who's Elvira?'

After a while, Oscar went after Tyrn, would unwrapped at least five metres of the thread before the other end fell out of the wrap; there must be several strings wrapped there together.

"Sea." Oscar let out a sigh, sitting down at the stairs again. He didn't keep his head too high just in case some feral sharkbird or some other beasts he heard about would try to eat his face.

"Fishing. Why you would want to be so close to this blue menace is beyond me. Do you need hook also?" Oscar mumbled, walking down the stairs and then toward his quarter, or rather, door-enclosed nook that had only place for a bed and small chestbox.

"Glaringly azure... oh?" Oscar looked at the cavalier.

"I have lots of stuff in my sack under my bed. What do you need it for?"

Southern Dome of Centria, near nondescript hills, a nest of vile, man-eating Gargoyles was found. Prince Alec, together with his two skilled companions, set out to destroy the nest; most importantly, the hatchlings and the eggs, but...

The green-haired youth whipped the horse with the reins, as the wagon tried to outrun the dark cloud on the sky behind them; no, it wasn't cloud like the rain clouds above; it had numerous wings, horns and bloodthristy weapons.

"Our spies once again underestimated the size of the nest! For the love of, faster, faster!" The wagon took a sharp turn down the hillside, but then Prince Alec gasped in terror - an encampment! Some people just HAD to camp right in the way of the wagon. With life and safety of the horse and himself on one hand, and safety of the innocent campers, Prince Alec did what he had to do.

With a loud neigh, the horse turned to the right, but the wagon's inertia tossed it onto its side, propelling the young prince and his friend onto the grass; the reins snapped and the scared horse ran off. Alec grimaced and let out an 'oof' as he fell onto some unfortunate person. He lifted himself onto his knees and hands and stared down onto cute face of rather scantily clad woman. A dancer, he thought.

"Uh, oh, sorry! Accident!" He said, quickly standing up, and then reached to the girl to help her rise onto her feet. The green-haired magician then looked at the confused people and wanted to apologize to them, but then a creaking of numerous angry gargoyles could be heard instead, coming from above and around them.

"Dammit! Edgar, Wyvar, protect these people!"

//All players are in!


//It is raining. Wagon is immovable and indestructible.

Enemies stats!