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Levels!

auto, 72, -, 65, 64, max, 11, 29

Alexander: +HP, RES, SPD

92, 42, -, 12, 85, 23, 10, 64

Olison: +STR, SKL, DEF, RES

64, 48, -, 49, 31, 16, 62, 70

Salvatore: +HP, STR, SKL, DEF

8, 16, 32, 64, 62, 51, 53, 18

_{^{Dose first four numbers o_O}}
Seyena: +HP, STR, SKL, SPD

65, 36, -, 53, 21, 8, 14, 89

Valor: +STR, SKL, LCK, DEF, RES

HP spoiler updoot time! Finished updating, you can post again.

White powder snowin', bae caught 'em healin'.

Up to 5HP restored

Up to 5HP restored

Up to 20HP restored

~~Enemies Turn!~~

The moment when Seyena moved closer to wall, the Droid went for a kill... it didn't turn well for him.

Hit: 119-10-53 = 56
Hit roll: 63, miss!

Seyena counters!
Hit: 120+10+15-36 = 109, autohit! Crit roll: 25! //blaugh
Damage: 25+1-12 = 14x3 = 42dmg

Then the bishop went after Salvatore and the archer sniped at Valor, only to get sniped in return.

Hit: 137+10-10-25 = 112, autohit!
Damage: 34-7 = 27dmg

Hit: 138-49 = 89
Hit roll: 28, hit!
Damage: 29-1-18 = 10dmg

Valor counters!
Hit: 114+15-53 = 76
Hit roll: 70, hit! Crit roll: 11!
Damage: 29+1-17 = 13x3 = 39dmg

//Ding ding ding :V!

Unfortunately the nearby sage scorched Tiron a bit more.

Hit: 140-10-35 = 95
Hit roll: 68, hit!
Damage: 37-15 = 22dmg

Then, with loud laughter, the other sage ran into the room and blasted Danya with fiery magic.

Hit: 140-55 = 85
Hit roll: 3, hit!
Damage: 37-16 = 21dmg

Right after him, a swordmaster ran up to Anja with intention to cut her down, but she parried his strike with her own weapon. Sparks flew again when her sword smashed against his in fierce counterattack.

Hit: 126-15-72 = 39
Hit roll: 62, miss!

Anja counters!
Hit: 149-63 = 86
Hit roll: 100, miss!

While an sentry and a sage switched (kinda) palces, the officer moved up to Olison and slashed at him, but Olison was eager to retaliate.
The spot vacated by the swordsman was quickly filled in by the sniper, who took a shot at Olison,

Hit: 132+15-5-10-57 = 75
Hit roll: 13, hit!
Damage: 31+1-16 = 16dmg

Olison counters!
Hit: 106+10+10-15-43 = 68
Hit roll: 32, hit!
Damage: 29+1-1-17 = 12dmg

Olison counters once more!
Hit: 106+10+10-15-43 = 68
Hit roll: 75, miss!

Hit: 138-10-5-57 = 66
Hit roll: 77, miss!

Olison counters!
Hit: 106+10+10-53 = 73
Hit roll: 78, miss!

Olison counters again!
Hit: 106+10+10-53 = 73
Hit roll: 40, hit!
Damage: 29+1-17 = 13dmg

In the same moment, a blast of dark energy smashed into Alexander... and moments later he pushed his shield away, a black spot sizzling and smoking as the heavy knight didn't got even scratched by that!

The second attack wasn't so fortunate for Alexander.

Hit: 119-25 = 94
Hit roll: 26, hit!
Great Shield roll: 12! //*noises*
Damage: 0dmg!

Druid C attacks again!
Hit: 119-25 = 94
Hit roll: 86, hit!
Damage: 40-2-9 = 29dmg

Right after Alexander fell, the sentinel rushed inside the room. Defense line was breached, but he didn't get far. And the nearby Sergeant got healed from afar.

10+22 = Up to 32HP healed

~~Allies Turn!~~

Matilda healed, then Anja danced and Matilda healed again. The crystal on her staff blinked in irregular manner. It's magic must be close to depletion.

Up to 20HP restored

Up to 25HP restored

"I've told you, I didn't bother to learn such details." Eleonore shook her head.

"It's fine... I can learn that from.. ah..." The princess momentarily leaned to the side, but she grabbed on the pommel a bit harder and steadied herself.

"Are you allright? I think you and others need rest. It seems that your little trip to the future might've had bad effects on you." Eleonore wanted to speak, but he shook his head. "I really insist."

"Allright then." Now that he had Princess' consent, Asoth moved away and whistled with his two fingers at his lips. One of the cavaliers quickly turned his horse and moved to the Prince.

"Olivier, there's a small woodcutting village of sorts further down the road, isn't there? Take your men and tell the villagers... no, just the innkeeper, to prepare bedding. And something to eat and drink. When everything's prepared, send someone for us so we know when to come."

"Right away, sir! But will you be allright?"

"No worries. I trust the Princess." The lieutenant looked at Colt, Einar, then at his Prince again, and rode toward the other group.

AND SO THEY EMBARKED on even crazier adventure than they've suspected 'this' morning. The forest in which the ruin lied was few centuries old - the trees already managed to grow tall and majestic.

Few minutes into the march a lone cavalry man left the main group and turned his horse to join Eleonore and her guards - it was, of course, Prince Asoth.

"Prince? Why did you wait for us?"

"I just hoped that you might feel a bit better now."

"Thank you... but I'm not feeling any better at all."

"..."

"But I have several... few... a single question."

"I'm listening."

"How did Eferia fall? I mean... the castle... the kingdom, did you reduce it to the ground? How about Ysmir? And the western regions? Did they put resistance? Did they fight to the last man?"

"...Apologies. I wasn't very good at history classes."

"Oh. I see..." Eleonore looked down.

"However, Eferian resilience impressed my ancestors, I think. So much that we made Ture our new capital."

"Ture? The city didn't fall?" Eleonore was surprised and even thrilled to hear that.

"No, it never yielded, at least to a siege. Only after the marriage between one of your family and my ancestor, the city listened to voices of Eferian royal family and opened the gates for our King. He even decided against the usual victory parade, such large were our losses. No wonder, that place is a fortress in and outside, and strikes respect even in my heart."

Eleonore wasn't happy to hear the first part, nonetheless, she rubbed her chin, thinking over the information.

"I hope I can learn more the moment I have the chance..."

"Colt, let Nerea see your wounds. The last thing I want to be burdened with is an illness or worse things befalling you just because your wounds weren't patched." Eleonore spoke quietly from top of Einar's horse.

"Please?"

Yeah... Maybe we should just move for them, it has been long enough.

Master PC race forever.

"Hmph. My Prince, I think from what I've already seen, we have nothing to fear about. Lodian assasins would be better equipped and not so cooperative."

Asoth let out a loud sigh and scratched his forehead for a moment.

"Finally. My men of course will keep an eye at you, but that's simply a precaution. You will excuse me if I still have some doubts about this entire time jumping story of yours... Follow us. We will lead you out of the woods and onto the road." Prince Asoth turned his horse and then went between his men, seemingly relaxed.

Eleonore stared at his back for a moment.

"I've never trusted magic... maybe this whole idea was wrong from the beginning... O, Eternal Guardian, forgive me for thrifling with artifacts of your creation." She closed her hand into small fist and placed it against her heart, muttering a quick prayer. Then, resigned and gloomy, she moved to Einar.

"Can I ride with you for a bit? My feet are a bit shaky."