Sutoratosu

"He... he's done it yet again." She sighed, seeing Klaren once more eat two attacks right to the face after provoking a few more soldiers, the strange monk seeming to even enjoy it. Infact, she had been too worried about his injuries earlier to really notice but...he had seemed to be enjoying then too, hadn't he? And then, piecing the two together with those fleeting words he had said as she'd run off for Eqcuis, and like that, the sudden realization dawned on her, and she let out another sigh. "So it...it really is that way then, he wasn't just jesting... He's not drawing them to help us;he just enjoys being bloodied for the sake of it. How unbefitting of a member of the cloth, being so reckless and selfish among allies... He's so concerned about getting off in the middle of battle that he doesn't care if he falls and fails to help the rest of his company get off the field alive... shameful. Just... absolutely shameful." So shameful infact, that she couldn't look another minute at the wicked monk without feeling disgust well up within her. His wounds weren't as deep as the last time, and the others seemed to have put down the opposition on their end. He'd live with his reckless little fetish, for now. Besides, She had more pressing matters to tend to anyway. Namely those allies who weren't actively seeking out pain and injury for the sake of personal lust. "Rosalvya!" She called, heading over towards the Myrmidon and leaving Klaren to revel in his pain in the distance. Already, the mending light of her staff was beginning to flow. "Just because he ran off to get healed, doesn't mean you can't do the same. Don't push too far if you can't make it in one piece, ok?" Move to V1, Heal Rosalvya

Well... I did say Wallace would get his eventually. I just saw the perfect opportunity right now.... so... it was much sooner than I thought it would be (let me know if anything is wrong with his father intervening or anything and I'll fix it tomorrow. Shit is going down with these assignments and I need to keep my clutch up while it lasts)

Wallace Tumbling. Tumbling through air, like all the worthless weight his mortal coil was, his mech gone without any warning as the winds vanished just as suddenly. He could only gaze up at empty sky, as he fell "How...who I...I was so close...I thought-" He stopped, catching a glimpse of the man in white just before he hit the cold stone face first, the rest of him following soon after and sprawling on the ground. He didn't stay there for long though, the tranquil fury that was Tempest still flowing flow his mind, a savage, howling wind that seemed to drown out everything else. No other trances he had experienced compared to it, what he felt now. Even outside of the Mech, the winds of the world still backed him, one way or another... especially when his fury had been so closely aligned with theirs. That fall should've done far worse than it did, luckily he hadn't gone too high during the battle... or perhaps his subconscious had noticed some subtle change just before and compensated at the last possible minute; either way, he felt no injury... aside from the pain of stone slapping flesh. He reached out and planted both arms under himself, none of the usual shaking or hesitation to build force that he usually knew, just the determination to get off the ground and see the one who had the gall to cut short his one opportunity to actually prove something, to slay a giant, give his life meaning, however fleeting... By the time he stood upright again, his face had been etched with what was perhaps the only emotion any of his peers had ever seen from him; mouth curled into a snarl, corners barely visible behind his collar, eyes still holding a fleeting glint of indignation, though nowhere near what they had been. His legs held none of their usual shake, his body holding steady as his contempt burned like a silent star. He might've relished it, this fleeting sensation, this... stability under the full potential of his trance, the most efficient harnessing of his spite he'd ever managed before. But he had no time to focus on any euphoria, despite knowing it could only last so long. He was far too busy silently staring daggers at the fucker in white, this man here, this being who must work for fate; for what other bitch would be so cruel as to seize such an opportunity as the one he'd almost had in his had in his hands, right out from under him? He should've known it would all turn right back to shit, that he was just being taunted...and he'd fallen for it, like a dog. Tesla It still hurt, when she finally came too. For the first moments, all she could do was try to recollect herself... and then the memories came flooding back. Wallace pulling that scumbag attack, his little girlfriend rushing in to finish it... yeah, that's right... Wallace. And after she'd held back against the sack of crap little wimp too... and against the girl and her twin. Should've blasted them all... that much was clear. She should've listened to David's advice from the beginning; all of this had only happened because she was too soft, too afraid to go all out. She could've easily destroyed just about any of em except vicky, and that was because... well, vicky was simply the best. But Wallace. Wallace kept coming into focus...in fact, she wasn't seeing double. She wasn't suffering concussion. The boy was standing right over there. Mechless...all of them were, actually, now that she thought about. But yet... he was looking nowhere as frail as he usually did, none of the body shakes, none of the swaying, his eyes even seemed to be explicitly focused and alert... Good. That meant she wouldn't have to hold back for what she was about to do. And so it was... that a fight broke out... The only warning the boy had was the wordless cry of outrage as the girl charged him. Even stable as his mortal coil was, he still lacked the athletic skill to move or get out of the way in time, do anything to stop her as Tesla tackled him with her full body weight, pinning him to the ground and grabbing a long swath of his collar with a fist raised high, dishing out what was even then only be a fraction of the pain she'd felt from his assault, colliding into his cheek with a satisfying smack, a bit of blood dripping from his lip as she wound up another one... But then there was his voice, calling out over the stands. "GIRL IF YOU DON'T GET THE FUCK OFF OF HIM LIKE THAT, I SWEAR I'LL LEAVE SULLY RIGHT HERE IN THE CARRIER AND COME GET YOU MYSELF!!" David... of course. She hadn't taken into account David, the moorish-skinned man glaring at her from up in the stands, hands braced against the lower edge and eyes blazing like a storm amber flames. Tesla's gaze couldn't help but gaze up to Wallace's parents, a man with hair just a verdant and disheveled rising from his seat and about to leap over the wall as a chestnut blonde tried to hold him back, the obvious intent of murder clear in his eyes at the mere sight of his son being assualted. "NOT IF I GET MY HANDS ON HER FIRST, DAVID! SHE'LL UNHAND MY BOY THIS INSTANT OR I'LL MAKE THAT LITTLE VAGABOND WISH SHE DIED IN THE WILDS!" "TESLA! GET OFF HIM!" She lowered her fist. Wallace glared at her as she got off his chest, his breathing far more haggard than usual. more than just his lip had been bloodied, now that she actually looked. She'd caught a fair bit of his nose in the impact too. She stood there, looking down... only to stumble as she was roughly shoved out of the way, the boy's father having leapt down and now cradling him on the ground, dabbing away the blood with a handkerchief, whispering something to him... and then turning to glare at her. "Damn Walker..." He snarled beneath his breath, Wallace seeming to get control of his breathing again in the meantime. "should've perished out in the gray..." She looked back up at David... then at the boy's father. And turned and walked away. There was no point trying to apologize. It would do nothing here, she knew it already. And she didn't really want to say sorry either.

Wally vs Deb- DUEL The young wind caller might've smiled at the repeated tactic of his opponent, if he had ever truly learned how. The stones were quickly reduced to fine dust one by one as they each closed in, the writhing, savage spheres of air before him having only bundled themselves tighter and becoming ever more vorpal a force in the time the barrage had been prepared. He thought he was being clever, didn't he? Too bad the very nature of how Deb had gathered and launched his projectiles telegraphed it a mile away. Wallace rotated the chamber one last time, hammer springing back with ease. The other boy was running... running like always. He was lucky, being so physically able...so hearty and hale. He held so easily in his grasp Wallace had only ever been able to watch just out of view like a carrot on a stick- strength, real, actual strength. He doubted whether the fool knew just how much he envied him, envied the ability to walk without having to fight to stay up, not having to constantly stay in a trance just to function outside of a bed or keep his mind and willpower dedicated to pushing forward for just another step, and another, and another. The other boy probably had no idea at all, more out of Wallace's own lack of ability to express or emote than anything else. "So utterly typical though... I don't know why I should even care at this point." He thought, the winds whipping into even greater fervor around his form, the churning spheres of shredding aero beginning to revolve around him like lions defending a kill, unseen though their cry filled his ears and mind. He could feel it, the synergy, the rising tide of the mental wind flowing through him... the unseen hands of Tempest, prepared to lend him their strength, their ferocious howl calling to him "You're just like everyone else- I can never hope to match you blow for blow, no matter how hard I try...I'll always be the sick boy, the wimp, the mute, the one alone in the corner who you all dismiss as nothing...a trifling runt among giants. So long, I've watched from afar, admiring, envying. But at your base, you're nothing special, Debronee Damora... just the physical amalgamation of all I'll never be." He felt the burn behind his eyes. They weren't tears, they were never tears, for one such as himself did not cry, no the feeling was far too intense to be mere physiological responses, far too familiar. Indeed, it was, as it washed over him, the winds acting as his muscle, responding in kind as he let himself be lulled by the howl of Tempest, that great wolf upon the winds. This was the very definition of the Tranquil Tempest: Tranquil Fury. Pure, unbridled, and unrelenting. Yet silent as a subtle wind. It was not the undisturbed calm of a lake that kept him going, bearing what he must, no, it was his fury and contempt for those he'd never be able to match, for whatever invisible hands had sewn the hempen thread of his fate so short and thin. He refused to live and die a mere invalid, had refused every single day, let the determination push him further each and every waking moment, observing longer, meditating harder... years and years worth of work and study, neglecting all else because he was incapable of all else, until at long last, what little strength he had gained, his fury had become. The rest of them still owned this forsaken stage in the opera, but even if he could not step onto it's stained surface, he would serve as it's phantom instead. "I'm going to make you regret this day... so very much..." And so it was the wind sprang into action, so thick it's presence was almost overwhelming as glacial light shined beneath the boys mask, visible to all despite his face not so. A churning torrent of shredding air hurtled for Deb with monstrous force and terrifying swiftness as one of Wallace's vorpal spheres broke off of defensive orbit and led the charge, it's vicious ferocity filling the entire arena with a savage howl befitting of only the most rabid beast, the same nigh ethereal glow emanating from beneath the boy's mask hanging off it's destructive currents... "Go on, bird boy, come here and put me in my place, if you're so strong.... or I'll decimate you just like I did tesla. One opportunity, it's all I need, one cocky little maneuver thinking you're in the clear just because you dodged it, like it's so easy to escape my wrath..."

"You don't know how much this means... thank you, Luka." With that bit of gratitude and a small bow, she turned heel and headed off towards where she'd seen the wyvern soar earlier...hopefully those wounds weren't as bad as they had seemed from the ground. It could've been worse though, it seemed he'd at least finished the fight in one piece... more than several of their foes could say, bodies battered and broken on the ground. As conflicted as it made her feel, she knew it was only right to say a prayer for them, after this was over... perhaps she'd pray the goddess have mercy on their souls for choosing to serve an ambitious despot over their fellow countrymen. "Oh, thank the goddess, I'm not too late..." She sighed in relief when she finally spotted the Rider. A soft, pulsating light emanated from the staff and cloaked her hands as she moved closer, a blanket of soothing calm wafting over the man and wyrm alike as she quickly went to work. "please, try not to move too much, these wounds are already terrible enough..." Move to Y2, Heal Eqcuis [benevolence Activates-{Eqcuis <50% Health}]

Whoa there, actually, let's all just calm down... here: He can get himself out of this (well, at least out of range, getting hp up can be worried about later) he didn't move a single space this phase, just attacked... and I see nothing changed in the rules about this being removed, so...

He's literally the only mounted unit in the whole group. Unless he dismounts first, no one's rescuing him. The other methods though should work fine, so... yeah, ya'll get on that, I already did what I could XD (which was nothing, sadly) on a related note though: Pyon, ya messed up Soldier1's health after his brush with Meredith- still has it listed as 11/22 when the bloke should barely be hanging on at a measly 1 (Since he and his buddy #2 took those nice lightning bolts to the face after almost killing Klaren)

*Sighs* alright, seems like that's all cleared up now. Edit is in place... "Please, don't be so reckless from now on, Klaren..."

"I can only do so much here..." The decision she was about to make weighed heavily on the young priestess...well, it wasn't a matter of choice, in the end; her path to Eqcuis was blocked at the momen, and Klaren had gotten himself into an even worse spot... provoking two soldiers at once, not exactly what she would've called the smartest of decisions...but foolish as he was, she wasn't about to let him die. Equis seemed ready and raring to go again anyway, and he had the advantage of armor and flight...the Rider would just have to tough it out for now...hopefully his confidence wouldn't prove as foolhardy as Klaren's, and that wyvern mount would live up to it's kind's reputation. Hopefully. "I'm sorry about this..." She whispered, staff in hand as she instead turned her path towards the weird monk instead "You have to be more careful, Klaren! Don't waste your life just to draw their attention..." Move to Z5, Heal© on Klarenfillia

Oh, shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.... hmm... quite the decision to make here... EDIT: actually, no, tis not. Heal only has a range of 1... Sorry, Zetark... next time.

I'm a bit split, but for now I'd say keep stuff the way it is. Yeah, roll20 has all that stuff, but if we all moved over there for the basic gameplay... it would kinda defeat the point of having a Fire Emblem RP on the Reborn forums to begin with. That and I don't really think there's an issue of integrity here, from what I've seen so far... so being able to see the roll you made while determining combat and other things doesn't matter to me (which is honestly kinda a good thing...)...as for maps, I just take lightshot screencap of it and use the mark up tool to make mental notes before I decide what to do, so... not really too dazzled by the ability to update maps either... that and, if you take away the aesthetic theme of an FE map, it really does hurt the spirit of things imo. More frequent updates though... sounds enticing, but after so long in this place, you get used to the average pace of things, it builds up tolerance and patience, and both of those build character. I'm a patient man, personally, I know how to wait. just my two cents and reasoning. I mean, if the rest of ya want to do it, I guess i'd ultimately be fine with it either way in the end... it's just that, personally, I'd prefer to just keep trucking on the way we've been (Totally not a weak ass excuse to avoid venturing into the unknown...)

Party Alley, can we torture the fucker now? "Of all things, is stealing magic even possible?" She asked Des as Jesse explained, bora guarding the opposite end of the alley while the others began the interrogation and the Aquila finally returned to her arm with a silent descent of fiery gold. The very concept had peaked the mouse's curiosity as well... Lucille may have had the Fox's tutelage, but Des had been around for every bit of that and had read whatever arcane works he could find over the years on top of that... and even as versed as he was, he'd never heard of any conventional means to rip raw mana from the one commanding it, at least, not in any permanent manner. Magic could be sealed, yes, it could be suppressed and it could be absorbed... but to actually outright be stolen, torn straight out of the heart and mind of the wielder? He couldn't help but give a small shiver at the mere thought of it... But, even if he'd never heard of it happening before, the fact of the situation was that it was undeniable that she had seen the angel summon and create barriers among other things, and if he himself hadn't trained in those fields, the knowledge and power to perform feats had to have been sourced from elsewhere, a very obvious elsewhere... "The containment field prevents the magic of this item from escaping it. Trying to touch us, or using any other magic will only end badly for you. Since it's still on your arm, it won't be hard to tell. Now, I'd prefer it if I didn't have to ask twice. What does this do, how does it work, and where did you get it?" "Well, guess we're about to find out, one way or another." "and don't bother just feeding us whatever bull shit answers you can think of in the moment," She added, empty eyes seeming to pierce straight through the literally magic criminal. Even now, she could sense his panic and terror, his racing heartbeat like beacon through the air and earth. Pathetic, how far he had fallen in just a matter of moments. "Deceit won't get you out of this; your pulse will still betray you. I'll take a finger for every lie you try to tell, regardless how small it is, and once you're out of those on your free hand, I'll move on to other parts...parts you''ll miss alot more."

yes, yes, thank you for the welcome. I'd just like to say, it's good to be roleplaying with you all rather than watching from afar. I hope to do my one job to the best of my abilities and the RNG god's favor... because like it or not, crit happens. I did a thing though, after trying for so long... Took a lot of sweat and blood and tears and profanity, but finally, she's done. (pyon, you can go ahead and edit it into her profile in the OP if ya want)

"Three stragglers, with an entire force chasing them down like dogs." Maya said, gripping the cold wood of her staff. "Why am I not surprised?" She was curious though, just what had the strangers done to elicit this sort of response? An entire unit for so few seemed overkill... then again, alot of the things the King's men did these days seemed overkill. "Oh well...guess this can't be helped" she sighed, taking vantage of her own allies for a moment. A few of them had been scratched a little thus far, but none quite enough to warrant immediate attention; Those three pressing the line though, they'd likely get battered enough before long. Best to take the opportunity to get closer and lie low for when she was truly needed. Move to Z3

Eh, yeah... sorry about that buddy, it was just getting pretty late around here and I wanted to have that last bit up before I went to bed since you had just posted and we'd arrived at the scene together and all. more to avoid... you know, me having to do some massive timing fuckery/catch like with the Aquila Eagle post because a bunch of folks did shit and advanced stuff and kinda muddled the general sense of timeline before I could get it up...seriously, got ninja'd so many damn times on that one.... God damn mythologies of the world lacking any giant ice birds... what the actual hell, how has no culture ever developed that particular myth when there's shit like the phoenix and thunderbird? EDIT: Actually dobby, it might not be too far fetched if Jorgen actually did see Luna and the angel and simply presumed lisa another potential threat/ unapprehended accomplice since... out of everyone she's the only stranger present. I mean, that whole situation looks like it was designed to be chaotic, and Lucille neglected to tell him much of what was actually going on so... a bit of confusion as to whether Lisa is friend and foe is probably justifiable for him. You did say in your previous post how he was ready to neutralize the threat, and quick...plus you were debating on whether to let jorgen continue as he has been or show off a bit of the original aggressive/gung ho brawler you like originally intended so...could actually work out if ya think about it. just a potential idea to try to fix the madness I've caused XD

Well, I assumed he most likely ran smack into her before he ever actually completed the turn, thus still kinda leaving him and Luna more or less in sight (plus, that's just assuming she failed to grab him, since notus seemed to be implying the poor bloke was a bit frozen in fear at that exact moment in which he saw either way... and if she did manage to get him, she basically would've slammed him up against the wall, so, yeah... I wasn't too worried about whether they were visible) I mean, the update was a bit ambiguous on that exact front, so... I just took a liberty or two in the interpretation of positioning, left the exact wording ambiguous to allow ease of editing later and called it a night.

"Wait, that's not the one-" She paused and trailed off midway as Jorgen lobbed the stone, attention more drawn towards the...massive thing standing at the other end of the alley than the man attacking the same girl she had seen helping the others. Ten solid feet of some bipedal figure she had never seen anything even close to resemblance before, like some mad god had gotten bored decided to take a massive stag and force it to have some unholy love child with a werewolf and threw a few protruding ribs into the union for good measure... the only thing that struck her more than what Des showed her was the fact that without question, it's presence was the exact same as Luna's. She... didn't bother asking questions, in that moment. Whatever the hell type of form this was, it seemed to have cut off any hope of onfoot escape the avian had rather well. Still though, there was the matter of the girl...and the large chunk of street hurtling towards her. "Jorgen," She called again, turning back to the cyborg "She's not the one we're after here, it's that angel, the one with the glove." ((Just ah... left the actual status of the suspect ambiguous as to whether luna actually caught him...since it seemed like either way, he wasn't gonna get out through there so...))