March of the Crusaders pt. 1 (HQ) (Closed)

[Sunstrider]

He blocked, then countered.

3 def + 3 wpn + 1 race + [dice=6] = 11

13 - 11 = 2 + 3 Brst = 5 damage

Strider
16/30 HP
0/30 MP

Goblin
11/15 HP
2/10 MP

Another wound. This could be the end.

6 atk + 3 wpn + 1 race + [dice=6] = [rand=5862196232352046049624352631314267246284813085855128998504353022]

[~ Hero Nemesis ~]

The Goblin flattend himself against the wall, bringing his scimitar up to block.

4 def. + 0 armour + 2 MP + [dice=6]

Resolution Phase
15 - 11 = 4 + 5 = 9

Strider
16/30 HP
0/30 MP

Goblin
2/15 HP
0/10 MP
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The Goblin was cut down to it's knees. The Goblin behind it cut him down completely, intent on stealing the next kill. The Crusader next to Stylas speared it through the throat, pinning it to the wall with his sword. He drew a battle axe and kept fighting. Another Crusader fell. 5 left. The Goblins were pressing forwards, but the Crusaders could now see the end of the line!

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[Sunstrider]

Stylas snapped his head to the right and looked at how the Captain was holding up. There had to be a way to get out of this alive somehow. Their numbers couldn't possibly be endless.

He broke from the line momentarily, cutting off the leg of a Goblin in his charge. He ducked as a charging Goblin slammed into his shoulder and flipped over him. He swung high and put a deep gash in the throat of another hairy beast. If he was going to die, he didn't want to go out softly.

He spun, snow kicking up in his wake. His blade came to bear on the arm of a Goblin, cutting it off cleanly. The Goblin went to his knees in pain and Strider ended it quickly with a downward stab to the chest.

[~ Hero Nemesis ~]

The four other Crusaders followed Stylas' example. The charge crushed the Goblins' will to fight. They started to turn and flee again. This time, Scheff gave the order to persue. The five Crusaders charged after them, cutting down Goblin after Goblin. They left a trail of corpses until finally the last archer had disappeared through some Goblin hole or another.

The five bloody victors stood back at the peak of the mountain. Scheff, thrilled at being alive and surviving another battle raised his sword and shouted a battle cry. His Crusaders joined in. He turned to the other four.

"Well done, men, well done." He put his hand on Stylas' shoulder. "You've earned your place with us, Stylas. Congradulations." He then turned back into the hardened captain they knew him as.

"We must now collect our horses and supplies and continue on. We have a long road ahead of us, still." He led them back down into the gorge where they collected all their horses. Scheff said some words over their fallen comrades, then they mounted, and were off.

[~ Hero Nemesis ~]

They passed over into the Southern Mountains, entering into the Uncharted Territories.

Stylas is now back at full MP.

Cont. at thread #2.