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@obsidiendo
OBSIDIENDO -> PINNED.
toa affiliated DUESSEL from fe8 (Sacred Stones).
duessel found his way to garreg mach after seeing to the restoration of grado. he is currently employed as a lance instructor for the golden deer.
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had it not been for the laws of this rp group i would have slaughtered you
[ANNIVERSARY 2024] - Lance + 1, Valter + Duessel
It appears a group of monster hunters is visiting Garreg Mach, known for their unconventional use of glaives that utilize secondary automatons to control the battlefield. With dozens of heads on their walls, the group has invited those at the monastery to join them on a hunt. But, why is it that this creature seems to have a consciousness that rivals that of yours? And why is it pleading for you to help it? [Grants Lance +1]
Duessel does not need to join in this hunt, but there is something about how this group of monster hunters is operating that has set him a edge. Call it intuition, but he has learned to trust himself and listen to his judgements.
When he sees Valter there, well. That solidifies that he should definitely be worried.
He's not sure why Moonstone is here in the crowd, but after their tumultuous time on that strange little island he doesn't want to let him out of his sights. Especially when something as serious and dangerous as monster hunters are around.
He schools his expression into one of stern indifference, and walks over to him. His hand is on his lance and he pulls himself up to his full height.
"I assume you are here to find this monster," he starts, then adds, "probably for your own nefarious reasons."
@knighteclipsed girl give me back my pokemon. btw
no girl i do NOT wanna build a snowman, we're gonna freeze to death
[ANNIVERSARY 2024] - Heavy Armor +1, Dheginsea & Duessel
You wouldn't have expected snow so late in the year, but on a journey out it began to kick up a storm and now you're trapped on a mountain trail during a blizzard! Thankfully, there's someone else with you, and you quickly manage to build a shelter to ride out the storm overnight before picking up your journey home in the morning. But...uh-oh...it seems that when you packed, you had warmer temperatures in mind, because there's only one blanket! Are you too proud to ask to share, or are you the stingy type that wants to keep the warmth all to yourself? [Grants +1 Heavy Armor +1]
He cannot read the future. He cannot see the signs and notice the shifting tides; he cannot predict what will come to pass. That is not a gift he has -- and right now, he is regretting not consulting someone who does.
His hands are cold and his body stiff. It is too far from the monastery for him to walk, and the snow is too thick for him to try anyway. Duessel does not want to ask to stop, but what he wants is out of the question.
"Your Majesty," he says, because he remembers Nasir's words about Goldoa's king. "I fear we might need to find a place to rest tonight. I don't think we will make it back in this weather."
@old-scalebag
𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦.
[SHOWCASE] - Axe+1, Duessel & Nasir
"Seen much, huh? I suppose that I have. Compared to some who may never leave Goldoa in their whole lives, I would consider myself quite... lucky perhaps," Soldiers were one thing, Nasir was another, but the average citizen... they were trapped in their gilded cage, never to have it opened. Kurthnaga's plans... they were grand, an ideal dreamed up by a young boy who had always had his sights set on the outside world long before he had stepped foot into it. But, there was those set in their ways. For them, it would not matter if he opened the borders or not. They would stay, obedient little birds in their cages, while the door was wide open in front of them, "But I have not seen nearly as much as someone with a wanderer's heart like mine would like to. I have travelled all over Tellius, but it never seems to be enough. I do certainly prefer to travel though. If I am to sit idle for too long, I find myself restless and rather... quarrelsome."
Nasir sighs, running a hand through his hair. He was never satisfied with sitting still and being an obedient little bird, even before he had left Goldoa for what he thought would be forever. His father had been the same, long ago. An older man - much older than the at the time still fairly young Dheginsea - who remembered a time before Goldoa, before the flood, and had longed to return to his freedom.
"Fancy a higher guess though? Four hundred would be barely older than my own granddaughter, and Goldoa's youthful little king. I am quite a bit closer to the middle of my lifespan than either of them."
Duessel would not consider himself a traveler at all. He likes to keep his body in one place, to keep himself home and grounded. He is a defender; it is his shield that marks a 'do not pass', and holds no sword that itches for conquest. He wants the world safe, and his world is Grado.
They are different, the two of them. One aches for the water and for running away, where the other longs for the stability of staying still.
"Higher?" he repeats, and looks amused. Considering the age of this Kurthnaga, and how he is described as so young, Duessel has to do some quick math to guess a little more.
"How about one thousand?" he asks. "If that is close to accurate. I apologize if I offend, you do look well for your age. I would not have guessed you have a granddaughter."
Duessel might have been the age for a granddaughter, if he had ever had children. It was not something he regretted, but he liked to see the joy of family in another's eyes. He looks around at the rocks that surround him, and turns his attention down the narrow walkway. "Do you think there is anything that we should explore down there?"
in celebration of prosperity ;
[SHOWCASE] - Lance + 1, Dimitri & Duessel
"Ah! Thank - here, please let me help - " Though Dimitri knew that Duessel would never allow him something so facile as to help carry a heavy tray of food the extra few meters to their table, he nevertheless reached.
He had been surprised, in truth, when the knight had requested that he attend harvest festival with him. It was not his country, Ordelia - neither of theirs - but Dimitri had eagerly trailed along as well, knowing that in the past there had been some strife in the land, and wanting to see their regrowth with his own eyes.
They had done amazingly well for themselves, since the rumors of insurrection so many years ago. But that seemed to be simply how the Leicester Alliance fared, wasn't it? They found their strength not necessarily in unity, but in fighting for their individuality.
"It is no burden," he said, when their assorted platter of cheeses and meats alongside the melange of fresh fruits and vegetables from mere meters away. Plucking a cube of semi-firm cheese, he tested its spring gently between his fingertips before taking a gentle nibble of one corner, chewing thoughtfully before continuing; "I suppose the best place to begin is…well, not the beginning, but did you know that at one point the Leicester Alliance was part of my kingdom? Er - not my kingdom, it was hundreds of years ago, and I suppose I am not yet king…
"A-ah," Dimitri set himself back on track with a laugh and a shake of his head, smiling. "There was a territory dispute - or, no, it was an inheritance dispute, although in many cases they are one and the same…there was no apparent heir, and instead of naming one man to succeed, three sons were instead given their own parcels of land to rule. In turn, down the road, one of these sons died and what followed…well, I suppose it was another inheritance dispute, repackaged."
His brow furrowed. He had never thought of it like that.
"In any case, while the Kingdom and the Alliance by and large have a strong connection, there are some houses - such as this one - which have stronger ties, for one reason or another, to the Empire. The lines have been drawn, then shifted, then redrawn so many times," he added with another laugh, "I suppose it may get confusing for someone who would not have had this foundational knowledge."
He smiled as Dimitri offered his assistance. He did not allow him to take the plate, of course; that would have been unfitting of Duessel to accept, especially since he was already taking up so much of the young prince's time. Instead, he sat down across from his companion and listened.
Prince Dimitri was well spoken, and Duessel was good at absorbing information. He looked at the history not from a perspective of a military commander, but rather one who lived and breathed his country's history. It had wrapped itself inside his bones, it seemed, which was how it was meant to be with monarchs.
He listened intensely as he too ate some of the snacks. He nodded, considered all that Dimitri said, and looked around. "I hope many of the boundaries were redrawn peacefully, but I am not so naive to believe that has been the case in most instances." Sometimes the fighting was necessary, but most times it simply left a bitter taste in his mouth.
"That does make sense," he added, an attempt to help him continue his story. "So the House here has a stronger loyalty to Lady Edelgard, I am to presume?"
Politics were a game set for those of a higher station. Duessel's loyalties always rested with the land and its people, to the concept of justice more than an individual. That was why he liked Dimitri -- when he spoke of his home, it felt like the earth was grounded in his marrow, Faerghus' breeze filling up his lungs. It made him proud to know him.
"And what of other kingdoms? How do you feel about them?"
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AUGUST 2024
total skill points: 23 -> 25
activity check, 23 -> 24 (allocated to Heavy Armor B(½) -> B+)
event activity, 24 -> 25 (allocated to Heavy Armor B+ -> B+(1/2))
NEW CLASSES ACCESSED: none CLASSES MASTERED: none
RANK & EVENT REWARDS: knowledge gem (allocated above), Blank Script (Grants +0.5 strength/magic, awarded to Team Snakes), Moon Rabbit's Tear, Beast Master. (ALL IN PROGRESS)
"Unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my series,
Duessel is smart, and doesn't even let Maggie get another hit in on Miasmaw. He switches in a wolfy little guy, and he bites down on her, hard. She yelps, glowing with a strange light that conjures magical chains to restrain those around her, and runs back to Tormod.
Museon uses Fairy Lock on Duessel and Warwolf! Duessel and Warwolf are inflicted with Slowed and Trapped until Museon leaves the encounter. (Poison activates! Museon loses one tick of HP) Museon moves 5 to D6.
"Easy, easy girl." Maggie clearly doesn't want to fight anymore, which is contrary to Tormod's instinct of going down swinging, but what's he going to do, force her back out there? Ugh...! "Hey, Duessel, I--"
Oh, it's too late. Gerry, despite his new limitations, bounds just close enough forward and releases a flurry of icicles. Tormod does the only thing he can do--he shields Maggie with his own body. It doesn't protect her from all of them, and she's too battered to fight even if she wanted to, but she acknowledges his selflessness with a little lick on his scuffed cheek as the two lay in the dirt.
"Well...you win! We'll have to fight again...when we're on equal...footing..."
Tormod has no more fiends left! Tormod is defeated! Tormod whited out and paid out. Some kind of points. This is a Pokemon joke. And the end of the thread.
"Unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my series,
Tormod is probably not winning this battle. He doesn't want to say definitely, there's always a chance! But with only a poisoned Museon who clearly does not want to be on the battlefield, those chances are looking slimmer by the moment.
Museon moves 5 to I6 and uses Uproar on Duessel and Miasmaw.
Without warning, Maggie dashes up from Tormod's side, nuzzling her fainted comrade. She shakes for a moment, and then a terrible scream begins to emanate from her.
Duessel takes 16 damage. Miasmaw takes 27 damage. (Poison activates! Museon loses one tick of HP)
It hurts even from where Tormod stands, and it sure wakes Fuego up. He can't battle or anything, but hey, he's not dead! No one is dying here, this is Happyland.
"Don't count us out just yet!" It's a battle to the bitter end, and Tormod's not backing down until there's no other choice. "C'mon Maggie, let's show 'em what for!"
It hurts, but he's more concerned about his fiend than he is of himself. The creature slinks back, seems to fold on itself, and it is in that moment that he realizes something.
( there is something about bookends here, and though Duessel is not one to care all too much about echoes and neat little bows, slotting puzzle pieces together, he appreciates when things line up this way. )
"Miasmaw, back to me!"
(Seiros Shield Activates! Duessel recovers one tick of HP) Duessel switches out Miasmaw for Warwolf at J7. (Poison Activates! Duessel loses one tick of HP).
The weakened Warwolf comes forth, scratching behind his ear as he looks between Duessel and the Museon. He tilts his head huffs, as if asking what Duessel wants.
"Warwolf, you need --"
In answer, the beast looks away, making a bored sound as his head thumps down on the ground. Duessel watches, unable to do anything else for the moment.
"Attack, before it attacks you," he commands, and that seems like enough to get a response.
Warwolf uses Bite on Museon! (d20=10 ∴ 2d6+8+16 = 31) Museon takes 23 damage!
As it happens, Duessel feels a weight on his shoulders -- the solid connection between man and earth. Warwolf whines as Museon retreats and Duessel realizes that this little creature desperately just wants to play.
He raises his lance but can only stand there. With a look towards the battle in front of them, Warwolf lunges forward and gets into a position, tail wagging just a little.
( Duessel remembers something essential: praise is just as important as structure, and being seen is more important than either. )
"Gerry," he says, the name coming to him then and there. A nod to Gerome, wherever he might be. "Do your best."
Warwolf moves 2 to H6 and attacks Museon with Icicle Spear! (d20=12, d8=4 ∴ 3d10+10+16=47) Museon takes 39 damage! Museon is defeated!
Ice flings out as the Warwolf -- as Gerry -- howls with happiness.
Knockout Pt. 1
Circuit 1 Battle 4 ⚔️
The ruse of the little fiend with her works! Duessel is now asleep. Though Fiora wonders — if they attack him, will he wake? It’s hard to imagine him sleeping through that, but she has no choice. She’s battered from the fight. She must do all she can to finish this rather quickly, otherwise, it’ll be her that is finished.
A hand to a bleeding side, Fiora calls out to Juncko. “Attack!” Juncko looks up, a little confused, but after licking its eye again, it charges forth with tail swinging.
Juncko moves 2 to I5. Juncko uses Poison Tail against Duessel. (d20=2)Juncko misses!
When it misses, well... she finds humor in the situation again rather than anger. Perhaps because it’s a mock battle, it is easy not to get worked up. And, besides... how is it not funny that the little thing misses a sleeping target...? She laughs softly, calls out to Juncko. “You did very well for me. Thank you!” Then, her gaze fixes across the field at Venomicon, the floating set of pages that may spell the end for her, here and now.
Sleep is something that normally does not come easy to him. Here, his eyes droop closed and he stands as he rests.
Though this is not a peaceful dream that takes him.
He sees in the foggy distance a figure that stands tall -- Gerome, the boy he'd met just a few weeks ago. Beside him stands another boy stands; Fogado raises his bow and looks towards Duessel, his features obscured through the mist. Duessel blinks, reaches out to speak with his students, but no words come. He sees Dimitri stand tall amongst the growing crowd, his head held high, and the mist feels oppressive, he almost cannot breathe --
Venomicon uses Confusion against Fiora. (d20 = 16.)
He cannot hear, cannot see anything but static and grounded electricity. He cares little for the trap he's in, but he wants to get close to those he cares about -- his students, those he wants to foster and help grow --
Fiora is confused!
-- he is blind to the actions of those around him. What ripples over him is a sickness, and though he tries to take a step he's rooted into the ground. Something is telling him he needs to help them, that this mist will take and consume them, this dream is urging him to move forward...
Duessel is asleep and cannot move. He is healed +1 tick.
He inhales what feels like nothing but thick oxygen and forces himself, through pure willpower --
Duessel wakes up! (d20=17)
He wakes up.
And is thrown back into another battle with no time to breathe.
END THREAD!
"Unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my series,
Duessel is kind and gracious, almost infuriatingly so. He heaps praise onto Tormod that he surely doesn't deserve, his fiends barely listening to him and himself out of the battle altogether.
He's going to open his mouth and say something snappy, but Maggie beats him to the punch, letting out an ear-piercing shriek that drowns out everything else and leaves even Tormod's hearing ringing.
Museon misses Supersonic against Duessel! Duessel receives -2 to accuracy rolls for one full round. (Poison activates! Museon loses one tick of HP) Museon moves 5 to D6.
She runs back to Tormod's side, clearly tired of this whole "battle" thing. It's frustrating, but he can't bring himself to be mad at her. Instead, he turns his attention to Fuego, who...is actually approaching both enemies?
"Go for it!"
Vanitarch moves 4 to I5 and misses Struggle Bug against Duessel and Miasmaw.
...oh. Well that's anticlimatic. Missing the tiny Miasmaw is something he can't quite fault the bug for, but missing Duessel is just embarrassing.
The attack misses, but Duessel is never one to brag. He has a healthy competitiveness, sure, but nothing that would come out in spikes -- this is to learn how to command, and while Duessel has plenty of experience in that regard he cannot be sure if Tormod does.
Duessel uses Backswing on Vanitarch! (d20=7 ∴ 2d6+8+10=23) Vanitarch takes 16 damage!
His strike is quick and true, and while he stands before his foe he keeps his lance's weight balanced properly in his hand. In tandem, Miasmaw calls out and aims its attack, almost acting protective of Duessel.
Miasmaw moves 1 to I7 and uses Acid Spray! (d20=10 ∴ 2d6+8+16=31) Vanitarch takes 17 damage! Vanitarch is defeated!
Duessel blinks, and is only offered one moment of refuge before the tides of battle change.
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"Unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my series,
Everyone's whiffing their attacks! Even the tiny, fearsome little Miasmaw. The energy of this battle is way different from the last one, and Tormod is grateful for it, if not for the sake of his worn party.
"Alright, Maggie! Uproar that Miasmaw!"
Museon moves 2 to I7 and uses Uproar on Miasmaw!
Though, he's still playing to win! Maggie moves right up into the shrunken bug's face, and yells her lungs off. It seems like it went well to Tormod at first, but Maggie's wails suddenly cut off with a yelp, and she backs up, limping on one foot.
Miasmaw interrupts with Baneful Bunker! Miasmaw is not hit by the attack. Museon is Poisoned!
"Oh, be careful Maggie! Fuego, can you back her up?"
Vanitarch moves 2 to G8 and uses Defend Order! +1 Def/Res CS
No. Fuego keeps his distance, hardening his shell further. Ugh, Tormod gets that battle can be scary, but you've gotta pull your weight!
"Come on, dude! Go help Maggie--woah!"
(Seiros Shield Activates! Duessel recovers one tick of HP). Duessel moves 4 to J6 and uses Backswing against Museon! Museon takes 19 damage!
Duessel lumbers up, surprisingly quick for his age and armored status. He brings his loaned axe down, and lands a hearty blow on the Museon.
(Poison Activates! Duessel loses one tick of HP).
"Woah woah woah!" The exertion seems to have a negative effect on him, at least, but he hits hard! "Back up, Maggie!"
He's glad that Miasmaw is doing well. It's a defensive thing, and with its size and it's reactions it keeps itself in good health. Duessel pulls his lance around him, swinging as he did before -- offensive while his fiend acts with defense. Careful to avoid his own companion, Duessel attacks to forge a path to victory.
(Seiros Shield Activates! Duessel recovers one tick of HP). Duessel moves 4 to J6 and uses Backswing against Museon! (d20 = 9 ∴ 2d6+8+10 = 27)
The hit connects, and he feels bad for just a moment. What was the name that Tormod called out? Maggie?
"Apologies, Maggie," he says in a low tone of voice. He had not considered naming these little creatures; this alliance is one that is temporary, not permanent, so he wouldn't want to become too attached. "I don't mean to harm you..."
Museon takes 19 damage! (Poison Activates! Duessel loses one tick of HP).
He does, however, intend to win. He feels the poison seep into his skin and he grimaces, turning his head away from his opponent and back towards Tormod.
"You have trained them quite well, Tormod!"
"Unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my series,
Duessel is ready and willing, and Tormod is sad he can't fight with his own magic. No matter. It's time for his dynamic duo to get to work!
"Maggie, Supersonic that beast!"
Museon moves 3 to G7 and misses Supersonic against Miasmaw! Miasmaw receives -2 to accuracy rolls for one full round
Miasmaw is intimidating as hell, and it's shrinking, which should be helpful but now he can barely keep track of it! Unfortunately, neither can Maggie, the Museon's attempts at a confusing screech aimed in the wrong direction. It still jars everyone's ears, though.
Vantiarch moves 4 to E7.
Fuego trots up behind Maggie, using the cover to get closer. Not too close, but close enough to maybe ready an attack soon? Hopefully. The Vanitarch is a fickle fiend, that's for sure.
Duessel himself seems...unwell, now that he gets a closer look, though his shield is helping matters. He's hearty enough to battle through whatever ails him. Man, it's so frustrating, just having to watch...!
The poison hurts him, but he tries his best to hide that. His shoulders are tense and there still is the drowsy feeling from before; that sleep he'd taken still felt bone-deep, making him weary and off balance.
If he were to lose here, he would feel proud of what he'd done. He's only just started to train these little beasts, and they're (for the most part) respecting him.
Warwolf, of course, rests in the bushes somewhere. He rolls his eyes at the thought.
"Miasmaw, use acid spray!"
Miasmaw moves 2 to I7 and misses Acid Spray against Museon!
The miss causes the creature to chitter, and Duessel almost laughs with amusement. It seems neither can land a hit, and the battle remains lighthearted.
(Seiros Shield Activates! Duessel recovers one tick of HP). Duessel moves 3 to M7.
He follows, feeling slightly better now that he's gotten the chance to take a breath.
"Unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my series,
Tormod's next opponent is also a Snake, though not as familiar as Marni. They've talked, though, briefly the prior night. Duessel is from the same continent as Ewan, and shares a room with him during this particular mission.
"Hey, old man!" Tormod tried to convince the judges that he could still fight, but both them and his body said otherwise. A shame. "Looks like we both did well in our first round, huh?"
Well is an overstatement for him, and he sure does hope it is for Duessel, too.
"Let's have a good match, 'kay? And maybe we can spar properly when we get back to the monastery!"
Okay, enough pleasantries. It's time to battle!
"Go, Maggie and Fuego!"
Tormod's two faithful (mostly) partners from his original excursion with Byleth take the field. Maggie is way more ready for battle this time, and Fuego poses, but seems pretty ready as well. Silly fiends, he thinks fondly.
Museon uses Lucky Chant! Any crit may be converted to a hit by any ally, up to three times per battle.
Museon begins a strange, invigorating chant, and the music seems to echo through the battlefield. Tormod should probably be giving his guys more direction, but they seem to know what they're doing.
Vanitarch uses Defend Order! +1 Def/Res CS Vanitarch moves 3 to A6.
Fuego's carapace seems to harden, which is good. She (he thinks) runs away behind Maggie, though. Which...is fine, he guesses? Maybe?
@obsidiendo
He raises an eyebrow at "old man" but doesn't say anything. Youth is a funny, fickle thing -- part of him very much believes he's still in his prime.
He doesn't take offense, though. It's almost charming.
"Show me what you can do, Tormod!" he calls out, letting the one fiend he hasn't met yet -- Miasmaw -- out to join the cause. It chitters and looks around, ready to follow all of Duessel's commands.
Warwolf certainly could have learned from this beast.
(Seiros Shield Activates! Duessel recovers one tick of HP). Duessel moves 2 to N5.
He steps forward just a little so he can get a better view of the creatures -- they both look formidable, and he hopes he can at least gain some points for team snake.
How is Marni doing, he wonders?
"Miasmaw, use your abilities to protect yourself!"
Miasmaw moves 3 to K6 and uses Minimize! +4 Evasion.
He smiles. Good enough for now.
Knockout Pt. 1
Circuit 1 Battle 4 ⚔️
The situation Fiora finds herself in is rather dire. Her health is low, as is Clairvolant’s, and she has no vulneraries to boost it up again. There is little chance of her winning this battle — but a pegasus knight never leaves a mission once begun, no matter what waits for them. She has no choice but to see this through.
She may as well try her best to survive, though... So she takes some steps backwards, recalls Clairvolant, and sends out a new fiend, one she didn’t personally tame — Juncko.
Fiora moves to K10. Fiora switches Clairvolant and sends out Juncko. Dropped at K6.
The small orange lizard-like creature looks up at her, licking its eye once. This is their meeting. “Give me an opening,” she says, but luckily, he seems to know what that means.
Juncko uses Yawn against Duessel.
The little thing yawns widely, eyes boring into Duessel as he does. Fiora steadies her weapon, for her part.
Then the fiend turns around, swinging his tail as he does, hitting Duessel squarely. Fiora is surprised by the damage it seems to do... wasn’t Juncko one of her least powerful fiends? Or did she only think so because she hadn’t caught it herself?
Juncko uses Poison Tail against Duessel. (d20 = 20, 4d6 + 16 + 6 = 40) Duessel takes 30 damage and is Poisoned.
He's feeling terribly tired all of a sudden. He doesn't know where it came from, exactly, only that he feels it -- usually he doesn't like to nap, but wouldn't it be nice to just...?
He shakes his head, tries to ignore the feeling. He's caught off guard, and as such he is attacked. Luckily, it seems that his ally is not so unlucky, and actually seems to be paying attention to the tides of battle.
Venomicon moves 5 to H10 uses Fairy Wind against Fiora. (d20=10 ∴ 2d6+8+13 = 32)
He blinks the sleep from his eyes, but is not able to truly think. The tides of battle have turned, and this is a formidable foe that stands before him; it is truly an honor to be here.
Before sleep takes him, Duessel retreats away from the creature that belongs to Fiora.
Duessel is healed for one tick of HP (Seiros Shield), moves 4 to H5 and uses a health potion! (-1 tick HP). Duessel is now asleep!
Knockout Pt. 1
Circuit 1 Battle 4 ⚔️
Duessel switches to a new fiend, half under the guise of looking for a fiend to fight her fairly, and half, perhaps to save him from his rather low Health. It’s a good call, but one Fiora hadn’t really considered. After all — it’s not like she could switch out a pegasus in battle. The effort poor Clairvolant spent to bring Warwolf down seemed a bit wasted...
And now, after the noise from this new creature, Clairvolant looked... off. A strange, faraway look in his eyes, a lack of focus, a strange swaying. Fiora purses her lips in concern.
Focus, Fiora. Take down Duessel. He is your target, however pleasant he may be.
He had a whole other fiend, after all, in addition to these two he sent out.
She readies her weapon — but Clairvolant stops her with a soft coo. She glances at him, and she watches him focus all his energy into giving her strength.
Clairvolant uses Helping Hands on Fiora. Confusion roll (d2 = 2), no effect triggered. Fiora gains +2 Accuracy and +10 Damage to her next attack. Clairvolant rolls to become unconfused. (d20 = 4) Clairvolant remains Confused.
Another fond smile comes to her face at his effort. She feels revitalized, focused, ready to strike true.
“Thank you. I’ll do my best not to waste your work.”
Fiora now turns to Duessel.
“Brace yourself! I do not wish to seriously harm you. This is just a mock battle; I am not here for your life.”
And then, she charges.
Fiora uses Pierce on Duessel. (d20 = 5 (+2), 2d6+8+8 = 20 (+10)) Duessel triggers Pavise. (d20 = 17) Duessel takes 15 damage.
For some reason, though she hadn’t been meaning to harm him too severely, her weapon doesn’t strike as true as she thought it would. Her face is serious in confusion... but perhaps it should be expected. He seems to be rather powerful, after all.
Well. At least she’s finally managed to use her weapon. Now she can rest easy.
The swing connects, and Duessel feels his armor pierced. He remains calm, his head held high as he looks over at Venomicon -- silent order but an order nonetheless. the creature sways and draws itself back, sending a gust of energy towards Clairvolant.
Venomicon does not move and uses Fairy Wind against Clairvolant. (d20=11 ∴ 2d6+8+13 = 28) Clairvolant takes 18 damage.
It's a much better behaved creature, though less powerful overall; Duessel is more concerned than not about the little wolf he sent back, but it's not the time to lose focus. He's here to win, right? He wants to help the team, no matter what.
"Ah, now its an even match," he says, and lets his heart and his mind guide his weapon. His shield heals him, and he feels better already.
Duessel is healed for one tick of HP (Seiros Shield), does not move, and uses Backswing against Fiora and Clairvolant. (d20=19 ∴ 2d6+8+16 = 25) Clairvolant takes 14 damage. Fiora takes 18 damage.
He falls back, defensive in his stance yet again.
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Knockout Pt. 1
Circuit 1 Battle 4 ⚔️
The switch from let the best win to let it at least be fair is humorous in and of itself — but Fiora remains still as Duessel swings a very familiar move against both her and Clairvolant. It isn’t bad at all — rather solid damage — something he should be proud of. But with the damage already done by his fiend, she’s in a rather rough spot again, already.
Must she really waste another turn with a vulnerary? She stares at the thing in defeat. She knows she will not survive another attack like Warwolf’s, so she has no choice...
Fiora uses Potion. Gains 29 health.
Clairvolant, of course, is not content to sit in the dirt and allow his friend to be brought to the brink of death twice already. He readies himself, and water arcs through the air...
Clairvolant uses Water Pulse (d20 = 9, 2d8+10+14 = 31) Warwolf takes 21 damage.
Duessel curses the beast that has let him down. It's only fair that it should be attacked properly, and Duessel thinks it fair that it is Clairvolant that protects Fiora. Warwolf would certainly not do the same for him, even if they are allies.
Duessel switches Warwolf and sends out Venomicon. Dropped at H5.
"If you won't behave, you'll switch out," he says under his breath. The reason is in part that Duessel fears for the creature -- water pulse has activated twice, and hurt Warwolf plenty. He calls to the field Venomicon, a pretty creature in purple and red.
"This one should play more fairly, my lady," he says, and looks at the creature. "Use the move you see fit on Clairvolant!"
A high pitched sound comes from his fiend, and it bows its head towards Fiora's companion.
Venomicon uses Confusion against Clairvolant. (d20 = 10.)
Knockout Pt. 1
Circuit 1 Battle 4 ⚔️
Though the other tries to attack her, his miss is followed only by a smile, and a hand to help her. She wonders if he swung poorly on purpose, but — he’s being quite chivalrous, and that’s something well-regarded within pegasus knights. She smiles in turn, takes his hand —
Almost the instant that she does, teeth sink into leg. Fiora drops his hand, flinches in surprise.
Clairvolant jumps up, raring to go, and sends water flying across the field...
Clairvolant uses Water Pulse. (d20 = 3) Clairvolant misses!
... completely missing Warwolf.
What a battle this is! Fiora can’t help but laugh, breathlessly, at their horrible luck. Hers has always been rather dreadful, hasn’t it? She feels badly for the poor fiend, now...
Duessel is having fun with this. He's more than a little irritated at his fiend, and the thought of switching him out comes up more than once in his head. However, he says nothing but a string of commands for the wolf to back off, and back off he does.
"Let's battle fairly, then!" he says, and attacks both Fiora and her companion.
Duessel does not move and uses Backswing against Fiora and Clairvolant. (d20=6 ∴ 2d6+8+10 = 23 )Fiora takes 16 damage and Clairvolant takes 12 damage.
The swing is not so quick, and he smiles as it connects. He wouldn't want to be seen as weak, but he wants to play fair. "Warwolf! You will not attack until I tell you to do so!"
He steps back to watch, lance in hand. "Now!"
Warwolf moves 4 to F5 and Icicle Spear against Clairvolant. (d20 = 5 ∴ does not hit target!)
It runs backwards, towards where it was before, and starts scratching its ear, completely ignoring him.
