- Location
- At the computer
Oversight on my part, but please add who you're intending to spy on using Wisdom of the In-Between in your plans
Sorry.
Sorry.
Underneath the twisted blue moon
- Thread starter LordPenguin
- Start date
- Crossover
- Location
- California
[X]Plan: Decisive Action
- Location
- United States of America, Michigan
Here's a varierty of quotes by our GM to show how attacking the Parkinsons is a bad idea and will make an enemy of Voldemort.
Parkison is here under direct orders from Voldemort
Parkison is here under direct orders from Voldemort
He would be annoyed at us killing his dudes and taking his stuff
Invasion numbers
On Voldemort's personally forces
1337Procrast
Fire Emblem Enjoyer
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Plan Expand and Build
WATASHI GA KITA!
WATASHI GA KITA!
- Location
- California
Well the Dream states outright that Parkinson really does not like us, so remaining on the Defensive doesn't seem like the best idea. Not when we can launch a counter raid on his force, and deplete his army.
VoldemortQuest +12
- Location
- United States of America, Michigan
Voldemort Quest
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AN: Just a fun little Negaverse about the relationship that will sadly never be due to our choices.
Vision 1984: RavenclawQuest: Nevermore
- Location
- At the computer
Nevermore : RavenclawQuest
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Well, that happened. Today was not a good day for Rowena. Also, HoW activation isn't seen by Negaverse, before you ask.
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- Location
- Norway
And then there was three.
And Hogwarts is lost?
And Hans is Rowen's husband?
And Hogwarts is lost?
And Hans is Rowen's husband?
- Location
- At the computer
yes no and no.
CaretakerQuest +12
- Location
- Norway
CaretakerQuest Negaverse
Argus Filch growled to himself as he walked past the closed shops at Hogsmeade. A student had played a prank during leave and as the Caretaker of Hogwarts it was apparently his responsibility to clean up this mess. When he got his hands on the culprit he would hang him upside down from the whomping willow. Bah, Dumbledor gone, and his increased responsibilities, Bah, more job, same pay, and still no magic despite his best efforts.
[X] Looking for alternative means of Magic
Rolled: 22 -20 (Squib)
And his new search was just as fruitless as ever. Having exhausted every option in Britain he had turned his eyes outside the UK. What a great time for the rest of the world to disappear. They were no help.
***
A tiny howl.
"Who's there"
A tiny howl
"Show yourself,"
A tiny howl
After following the howl with his lamp well in hand he found a small wooden crate with an umbrella on top of it. In it was a kitten. A hairy, small creature that was strangely adorable. With sharp claws, red eyes, long grey colored hair, and very dirty.
"Well, aren't you a cutie"
He slowly bent down and started scratching its ears. The kitten started purring. He almost considered taking it with him, but no. Hogwarts was not a place for small pets. Magical hallways, Hagrid's beasts, and incredibly stupid students. All things that could harm small animals. He was on his way to leave, the kitten started staring at him with it big eyes.
Diplomacy Roll: 21 (Argus)
Diplomacy Roll: 92 (Kitten)
An hour later in the castle after making the houselves fetch food and drink for his new companion, he needed to plan for what to do. Put it up for adoption, or if he wanted to take care of it. Ask Hagrid, or contact some of his contacts in the Diagonal Alley.
***
Dace wasn't quite sure what to think about what he had just seen, just that it terrified him the bottom of his heart
***
I don't know how to describe a kitten, I also don't know how to name Negaverse questers
Argus Filch growled to himself as he walked past the closed shops at Hogsmeade. A student had played a prank during leave and as the Caretaker of Hogwarts it was apparently his responsibility to clean up this mess. When he got his hands on the culprit he would hang him upside down from the whomping willow. Bah, Dumbledor gone, and his increased responsibilities, Bah, more job, same pay, and still no magic despite his best efforts.
[X] Looking for alternative means of Magic
Rolled: 22 -20 (Squib)
And his new search was just as fruitless as ever. Having exhausted every option in Britain he had turned his eyes outside the UK. What a great time for the rest of the world to disappear. They were no help.
***
A tiny howl.
"Who's there"
A tiny howl
"Show yourself,"
A tiny howl
After following the howl with his lamp well in hand he found a small wooden crate with an umbrella on top of it. In it was a kitten. A hairy, small creature that was strangely adorable. With sharp claws, red eyes, long grey colored hair, and very dirty.
"Well, aren't you a cutie"
He slowly bent down and started scratching its ears. The kitten started purring. He almost considered taking it with him, but no. Hogwarts was not a place for small pets. Magical hallways, Hagrid's beasts, and incredibly stupid students. All things that could harm small animals. He was on his way to leave, the kitten started staring at him with it big eyes.
Diplomacy Roll: 21 (Argus)
Diplomacy Roll: 92 (Kitten)
An hour later in the castle after making the houselves fetch food and drink for his new companion, he needed to plan for what to do. Put it up for adoption, or if he wanted to take care of it. Ask Hagrid, or contact some of his contacts in the Diagonal Alley.
***
Dace wasn't quite sure what to think about what he had just seen, just that it terrified him the bottom of his heart
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I don't know how to describe a kitten, I also don't know how to name Negaverse questers
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The Fate of the Weak Part 1 (canon) +24
- Location
- United States of America, Michigan
The Fate of the Weak Part 1
"How did things come to this", William Morgan sluggishly thought as he laid on the ground, body unable to move and even if it could it would not obey his mind's orders.
William Morgan was a muggle dock worker who lived in one of the coastal cities of Dyfed with his beautiful wife and adorable daughter. Though sadly William lost his job when the rest of the world started to disappear into the darkness. For while the magical world managed to endure the initial shock of the world outside the British Isles disappearing the Muggle economy was not so fortunate with shipping, in particular, taking a grievous blow. Being a poor working class family this caused the Morgans to slowly fall into poverty. But that is not to say that things were hopeless for the family for William had found that even in these trying times new jobs and even new towns were being made. William was preparing to talk to a recruiter who was offering jobs almost too good to be true that should be more than capable of providing for his family when his daughter came up to him.
"Daddy, are you leaving us?"
"No Daddy is not leaving you my little button. Daddy is just going to be gone for a little bit so we can buy some more food"
"Really really! Does that mean we can get a giant cake for my birthday this year!"
"Yes of course. Daddy will get you the biggest cake in the world so long as you be a good girl for Mommy"
"Okay, Daddy I will be the bestest goodest girl ever so be sure to get the biggest cake ever too!"
After reassuring his daughter that no he was not leaving her William Morgan left his home to hopefully get a job. The office where the recruiter resided was easy to find for not only was it clearly marked it also had a waver out front. Which showed just how well off the recruiter was if they could afford to hire something like a waver in these trying times, though the waver looked a little tired with his slightly glazed eyes. Passing by the waver William entered to lobby to find it almost completely filled with other people. "I guess I was not the only one down on their luck and looking for a job," William thought as got in an empty seat to wait for his turn.
After an hour or so, William noticed a few things about how things worked apparently interviews were really quick and they were multiple people conducting them for every ten minutes or so they called for five people. Though strangly the people preivously called on did not return after finishing their interview though the staff ensured that they were just getting some company training. Anyways due to the quick pace of interviews and that there were only about 30 people William and four others were quickly called for apprently the final interview of the day.
The man William met looked a bit strange if he had to be honest. He was dressed in dark, black robes which contrasted with his pale and slightly sickly looking skin. He looked like he had done some hard work for he was breathing a little hard and had sweat on his face. Feeling that making a good impression would be wise William asked "The last one was tough huh?". The man looked starlted for a moment before realizing what he was talking about saying "You have no idea but take a seat so we can start the interview," with a smile and a weird emphasis on the word interview.
Sitting down at the chair provided William focused completly on everything he could for he knew this interview could change he and his family's lives. He absentlmindly noticed that the interviewer did not have any papers on his desk instead he had a gnarled wooded stick set on it. Before he could think to ask about it the interviewer started talking.
"So first off intrduce yourself and while you are at it tell me why you want this job."
"Well my name is William Morgan and I am currently unemployed. I used to be a dockworker but I got released due to the whole end of the world thing. As you can guess loading and unloading ships made me really strong so if you need someone to lift things you can count on me! I want no need this job since I am at my limit in making ends meet so I am willing to do anything to get this job"
"Good good we always need hard workers who can lift their weight. Now when you say anything you do mean anything yes?"
"Yes sir I am willing to do whatever it takes to get this job"
"Alright then you are hired"
"Really? Thank you, thank god!"
While William was celerbrating his seemingly good fortune he did not notice that the his interviewer was evily smirking. The man grabbed his wand from the desk and drew William's attention to him again. "Now there is just one last thing we need to do before we can finish," the interviewer said like he was struggling to not laugh. "Alright what is it?" William innocently asked. "Nothing much just stand still. Just like that," the man said grinning.
"Imperio"
A/N: Wow that took a lot longer than I thought it would so I'm going to cut it off here and hopefully do a part 2 sometime else. @LordPenguin tagging you to let you know the omake exists. Feel free to tell me any mistakes or issues I can change to make this canon.
- Location
- United States of America, Michigan
Stubborn is the One Who Wears the Crown
The attack on the Kingdom by the evil goblins of Lord Nosnikrap had come suddenly but it was not completely unexpected. For the Kingdom's honorable knights were recently defeated to a man and all in the realm knew that cruel Nosnikrap could not pass up a chance to harm his hated rival. In the aftermath, the King wondered how had things gone so wrong while he wept in the ashes of his ruined castle.
It had all started so well with the men of the Kingdom easily repelling a raid from the dastardly Nosnikrap with no loss. Then the King's spies successfully infiltrated Nosnikrap's council of vileness when he was meeting with his dark lords. Through this, he found that Nosnikrap was thoroughly upset about the result of his raid and how he would be preparing for The King's counter-attack for they knew him to be too proud to not retaliate. With all this info the King decided that the only he could do was order an attack on Nosnikrap for both the insult of the raid and the fact if he was preparing meant he must obviously be weak enough to beat. The result that all his valiant knights died convinced the King that he needed an even stronger army to attack next time since obviously the issue was not having enough warriors.
When talking to his advisors about his revelation the king is surprised to hear them backtalk him and his idea. They say that the Kingdom has never been a home to a martial people and that attacking the enemy on the prepared ground was always going to be a disaster. They tried to convince of how maybe getting allies or using his spies would have been better to deal with threat Nosnikrap meant. But the King had already made up his mind and nothing in the world would change it now.
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Kufufu
Adequate at best
- Location
- What's it to ya?
Sweet mercy how passive aggressive can you get?
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Turn 4 : Autumn 1984
- Location
- At the computer
Autumn 1984
Dace decided to focus on recovering and decided to trust his advisors to know what they were doing. In the meantime, he decided to spend a bit of time with the people he knew, to hopefully get to know him better. Ava was unavailable, and actively avoided him when he said he was looking for Myriam. When he found her, it was in an office covered from floor to ceiling in strange diagrams, charts, and numbers. The entire room was similar to a cocoon made from paper. The woman was scribbling at her desk, a bottle next to her work.
Dace walked in without knocking, making Myriam jump a bit, before glaring at him and patting her chest.
"I was busy, British businesses just don't want to come over here." The 'why are you here' was obvious enough that Dace managed to pick up on the hidden question. Dace shrugged.
"I heard you had difficulties when I was... Indisposed. I wanted to make sure you were alright."
Myriam looked at him, before whipping her wand at him.
"What did I tell you the last time we went drinking?" Her hand was inching ever so close to the 'panic button' Ishmael insisted was installed in every advisor's desk. The man was not amused and conveyed it to her as he spoke dryly.
"You said that during your time at the academy, you were called 'Bitch-queen of Economy' as well as 'The Nutcracker Witch', that you were an expert at high heel sniping, and that you used to wear-"
"Okay! I believe you! Enough!" Myriam shouted, interrupting him and looking around for eavesdroppers, before sitting down and sighing, rubbing her eyes. "Sorry about that, with the strained budget from last year, things aren't going very well here. Have to compensate."
Dace hummed in agreement as the stressed woman began spilling everything that bothered her, in other words, everything from the internal council disputes to the several people trying to draw in the remnants of industry and the ensuing competition. Then, she got the alcohol out, something called 'Bruichladdich X4' and she began to drink. She offered some to Dace and he had to keep himself from spitting it out. This was strong. Myriam's expression and cackle irritated, however, and he drunk his glass with dignity.
The alcohol was very, very strong.
They both ended up very drunk, theorizing about things their sober selves couldn't imagine, and woke up with a massive hangover, though, thankfully, Dace had a potion or two to help with that.
Still, he felt as if he understood both Myriam and economics a little bit better after this.
-[X] Spend time with Social Links.(+2 RP)
--[X] Myriam Wells
92 + 15 (accounting) = 107 : Tier 4+ (7degrees) success : +2 St, +10 accounting, +6 RP, Stewardship Limit Break I : Base stewardship may now be raised to 13
--[X] Myriam Wells
92 + 15 (accounting) = 107 : Tier 4+ (7degrees) success : +2 St, +10 accounting, +6 RP, Stewardship Limit Break I : Base stewardship may now be raised to 13
Emboldened by his success at bonding with Myriam, Dace decided to go and see his son, Craidd. He was a small thing, and according to his minders, he was rather prone to illnesses and not very bright, though the strength of his lungs was undeniable.
Well, so was the strength in his fingers. Dace thought, having given up on trying to dislodge the child currently on his lap. He may have some experience in the domain of child-rearing, however, it still made him somewhat uncomfortable to have to be responsible for someone who can't look after themselves.
The child was his, clearly, the blue of his eyes had long turned into green, and the small tuft of ginger hair did remind him of some rather uncomfortable things. Still, he had to try, as it was his responsibility to do so.
So he did and took care of saving a few hours each day to try and connect with the child. He wasn't sure if it worked, but at the very least, the child recognized him enough not to vomit on him on sight as he did to some more zealous caretakers.
-[X] Meet your son
45 + 40 (empathy) + 20 (synergy) = 105 : Tier 2 success : +5 empathy (cap reached), SL unlocked
-[X] Spend time with Social Links.(+2 RP)
--[X] Craidd
94 + 40 (empathy) + 20 (synergy) = 154 : Tier 3 success : +5 empathy (cap reached), 1/3 towards Diplomacy Limit break I + 2 RP
45 + 40 (empathy) + 20 (synergy) = 105 : Tier 2 success : +5 empathy (cap reached), SL unlocked
-[X] Spend time with Social Links.(+2 RP)
--[X] Craidd
94 + 40 (empathy) + 20 (synergy) = 154 : Tier 3 success : +5 empathy (cap reached), 1/3 towards Diplomacy Limit break I + 2 RP
During this period of time, while physically demanding work was forbidden, he could still do some research. Of course with the help of the somewhat reluctant miss Danvers, he did manage to make some progress in learning what exactly was wrong with him.
From what he found out, his problem was twofold. The first, deadly part was a defect on the genetic level, he could expect it. What was new was that, while it was curable, some strange energy always brought it back. Due to his recent high profile encounters, he finally knew what it was.
A divine curse.
From what he understood, he had two ways to proceed. Use means inaccessible to current deities, or find someone among said deities to null the curses. And if they're anything like the legends say, this was going to be an uphill battle.
-[X] Investigate the illness.
85 + 40 (lore) = 125 : Tier 3 success : +5 lore, +1/3 towards Mysticism Limit break I
-[X] Restoration (Way of Life:Magic)(Pride): (500,000G this turn)
85 + 40 (lore) = 125 : Tier 3 success : +5 lore, +1/3 towards Mysticism Limit break I
-[X] Restoration (Way of Life:Magic)(Pride): (500,000G this turn)
All in all, Autumn started well. Then, it quickly went down to hell. First, his research on the Nature Anchor, while a success, only yielded a minimal amount of information from records, since he didn't have the genuine article on hand. Speaking of the genuine article, it appears that he was not the first one to have come here, and had to come back home empty-handed, but if it was only that, he wouldn't have cared that much.
-[X] The old tales are sometimes true.
--[X] Nature Anchor
71 + 70 (research) + 20 (synergy) = 161 = Tier 2 success, +5 research
-[X] Anchor hunting.
--[X] Nature
62 + 45 (lore) + 20 (synergy) + 20 (PS) + 20 (Snake) = 167 : Tier 3 success, + 5 Lore, +1/3 towards Mysticism Limit break I VERSUS 84 VERSUS 179. FAILURE
-[X] Personal supervision.
--[X] Anchor hunting
--[X] Nature Anchor
71 + 70 (research) + 20 (synergy) = 161 = Tier 2 success, +5 research
-[X] Anchor hunting.
--[X] Nature
62 + 45 (lore) + 20 (synergy) + 20 (PS) + 20 (Snake) = 167 : Tier 3 success, + 5 Lore, +1/3 towards Mysticism Limit break I VERSUS 84 VERSUS 179. FAILURE
-[X] Personal supervision.
--[X] Anchor hunting
No, things started to get out of hand in late October, after he launched his operation to get back at Parkinson...
He should have thought to keep people at home, or at least have people patrolling his territory.
[INTRIGUE INTERRUPT]
He lifted his head up, interrupting his reading when he heard someone hurriedly knock at his door. He shouted at them to open and saw a disheveled miss Danvers, bags under her eyes, stopped her explanation in panic. Upon hearing it, he frowned, promptly got up, and headed towards the research room, to find it in chaos.
Papers were lying around in a disorganized manner, and he could see some files had paper sheets ripped out of them.
He'd been robbed, he realized numbly.
Someone copied your research on [Mobile tactics], -200 Research points.
-[X] Research.
--[X] Innovation recuperation (wizarding): 0/40 complete:
---[X] Excess: Wizarding, then Blood Magic
--[X] Innovation recuperation (wizarding): 0/40 complete:
---[X] Excess: Wizarding, then Blood Magic
[X][Sally] Not enough coffee : Sally's research skill is doubled this turn (40 becomes 80)
Research : 35 (leader/2) + 40 (Learning advisor/2) +25 (cities)= +100 / Turn (passive)
= +236 research – 200 (enemy intrigue)
= +36 research
=36/40 to Innovation recuperation (wizarding)[/SPOILER]
However, he could do nothing about it all, for now, so he had to focus on what the could do, as the time of the attack was near, and he had decided to help with the agents infiltrating Parkinson's stronghold...
[X]Investigation (Bull's Rest/Strathearn)
Rolled: 84 + 50 (rookie spy) = 134 : Tier 2 success.
Rolled: 84 + 50 (rookie spy) = 134 : Tier 2 success.
First thing first, however, he had to look into some of the more notable pureblood change around here. For example, Bulstrode, who for some reason separated from the core of the Terrorist's forces and went off on his own with his family and his in-laws, the Travers. It was very interesting, as it made it so the floo system was effectively outside of the enemy's direct sphere of influence. The report from his spy over here was also very interesting.
The very first thing your spy has noticed was that Bulstrode was building farms. Not any kind of farm though, but a type of farm that was much more advanced than what was available with the current technology. It allied precise muggle and magical techniques and after having Sally look over the spy's description, she also agreed it was a sustainable one. In other words, Bulstrode likely had his own research laboratory and made his own advances.
That also explained a lot about their sudden trades for materials, as they were working on something huge. First estimates of the building base were one square kilometer, which made it a very ambitious first project, Dace mused, thinking about the project Sally came up with. Considering the theme and materials required, this may be a nature-related magical secret project...
New info!
Bulstrode researched [Ecological studies]
Bulstrode is building the [Hanging Gardens] Secret Project
-[X]Investigation (Where the Blacks go when defeated/Northumberland)
--[X] Monitoring
Rolled: 17 + 50 (rookie spy) + 60 (perception) = 127: Tier 2 success, +5 perception.
--[X] Monitoring
Rolled: 17 + 50 (rookie spy) + 60 (perception) = 127: Tier 2 success, +5 perception.
As his dream suggested, the Blacks indeed lost the war against Voldemort and had to flee from their ancestral home, no doubt with their rarest and most powerful artifact. However, they aren't very good at keeping a low profile due to their usual temper, so it provided Dace with the unique opportunity to learn more about where all of those pureblood families went once they bowed out of the fight.
However, the difficulty came up when they got out of Northumberland. Your agent saw them go. However, after that, a tall figure entirely clad in black appeared before them, and they all disappeared in a shower of blue light spheres. All your spy could catch was that they were heading South.
-[X]Sabotage (Parkinson/Dyfed) (4 agents)
--[X] Monitoring
Rolled 24/15/19/64 + 65 (perception)= 89/80/84/129 Versus
Versus: 68 (their roll)+ 40(strategy) +10(prep bonuses) = 118
3 Failures, 1 success.
--[X] Monitoring
Rolled 24/15/19/64 + 65 (perception)= 89/80/84/129 Versus
Versus: 68 (their roll)+ 40(strategy) +10(prep bonuses) = 118
3 Failures, 1 success.
Now came the time to set up the bases for the attack. Or so Dace would have liked to say, sighing at the result of the sabotage mission. Three agents dead. This was an unacceptable loss, especially considering the other spies' successes. That Nott girl was obviously expecting him to do something like this and laid traps for his men. Still, one lone spy, who was late to the infiltration, managed to avoid the opening salvo of spells and infiltrated the building. He managed to find a rather critical place of the building left unattended and proceeded to sabotage it.
In what way did the spy sabotage Parkinson's holding?
[]Explosive charges at the Gate.
Enemy reinforcements crippled during the attack.
[]Explosive charges in the council room.
A chance to kill council members.
[]Burnt documents in the study.
Holding advancement slowed for 2 turns.
[]Stolen resources.
+100k G, +20Stone, +20Wood (thank for whoever invented those expansion bags)
[]Stolen Treasure.
Choose between:
-[] Talisman of Mana
Class: treasure
Slot: Misc
Effect: Hero recovers 2 extra mana points per day
Part of the [Wizard's Well] Item set.
-[] Sanguine sword
Class: Major
Slot: Hand
Effect: +10 Damage, +10% attack, inflicts life drains to the enemy on contact.
Parkinson family heirloom
-[X]Theft (Ollivander's Notes/Dyfed) (2 agents)
--[X] Monitoring
Rolled 27/55 + 65 (perception) = 92/120
Versus: 68 (their roll)+ 40(strategy) +10(prep bonuses) +60 (Nott) = 188
--[X] Monitoring
Rolled 27/55 + 65 (perception) = 92/120
Versus: 68 (their roll)+ 40(strategy) +10(prep bonuses) +60 (Nott) = 188
"Hello there!" A cheerful, feminine voice rang out from Dace's monitoring equipment as the agents finished to scream. "Rafaela Nott here, and you must be Gwallawg huh? Now now, I get it, you're annoyed at the upstart on your lawn and all, and then there was the attack, but don't you think you're overreacting a bit? What's that I learned about an army coming this way?"
Annoyed, he tried to find a way to counter this, but be couldn't, not really, since attacking was his objective. However, as he opened his mouth, a flash of foreign inspiration took him over, and he smirked.
"It seems you and I have a different idea about what constitutes an army, lady Nott." Dace interrupted smoothly before she went straight for the condemnation. "One would think half a hundred death eaters would constitute a more than acceptable attack force, am I not correct? Unless the rumors are true and you are that strapped for manpower that you would accept anybody, including muggles?" He made a point of adding a derisive tone as he spoke about the nonmagical kind."No, we are here merely to say hello. I also do not appreciate you killing my diplomats and envoys."
The woman wheezed in disbelief.
"You can't think I'll believe-"
"They entered through the front door, did they not?" The idiots went left unsaid, but he thought about it very hard."
"Yes but-"
"And save for the essentials, they were unarmed, were they not?"
"Will you stop-"
"Then what, did you expect me to launch a two-man attack from within your own base? Please, if I did that, there would be at least some poisoning here. I am competent at what I do. "Contrary to Parkinson was also very much suggested. "If you must point fingers, I suggest you point them East. I heard Rowle has been meeting with a certain man with a white mask."
In other words, trade information he saw in a dream that is relevant to her master's objective, in exchange for her looking the other way in this case. The woman paused, then finally answered.
"Very well."
Dace felt oddly weak as he leaned back against his chair, and from the side of his eye, he saw one of his patrons. Odin slapped him upside the head.
"Now get back your son already."
Wait, what?
[INTRIGUE INTERRUPT]
They had the form of a woman in her forties, with honey blond hair, black eyes, and a kindly disposition. They ingratiated themselves among the staff in less than a few hours and, after a freak case of food poisoning, they proposed to replace the person currently in charge to watch Craidd.
They took the place of the maid.
Walked up to the room where the child slept.
Took him.
And simply walked out, with nobody noticing her.
Dace was not angry like he was when he learned of the research theft. He was furious.
Craidd abducted! Save for Aife, you no longer have any possible heir!
Realistically, he couldn't run out to find who did this, because all of his agents and armies were deployed elsewhere. Still, this would not be forgotten or forgiven
Dace now has was presented with a choice, that wasn't really one, considering he was being glared at by someone he really shouldn't annoy.
Therefore, he got up and decided to muster everything he could, in order to get his son back. The attack will lead itself on its own, he decided.
But how would he go around to doing it?
[] Write-in
Next time on DaceQuest : The Craidd rescue arc ! 72 hours votes~
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- Location
- Central Standard Time
Well, this was unfortunate. Not entirely unexpected, if we're going aggressive with insufficient defenses.
- Location
- Norway
Kidnapping creates character. Look at Dace. It will be fine.
- Location
- Central Standard Time
Just quoting this.
Emphasis mine.
- Location
- United States of America, Michigan
[X] A thought comes to you from somewhere. The kidnapper is none other than Helga Hufflepuff, Hogwarts founder, and currently void possessed queen of the court of hearts. Scour the library for historical and mythical information on the Hearts and their base. You have various reports here too. Search for information on potential allies.
-[X] Attempt to contact Angus and Ishmael have him call off the attack you need your men for a more important job than merely punishing Parkinson
-[X] Attempt to contact those who you know are Anti-Hearts, like the Longbottoms and Shafiq, to both get more info and maybe allies to rescue your son
-[X] Also send a message to Voldemort informing him of the Hearts and their designs on him to see if he can cause some trouble if not directly help you
[X]Burnt documents in the study.
Okay, let's try and get some info and allies before running off to our likely doom. This also attempts the likely futile saving of our men and heroes.
Edit: I think slowing Parkinson down for two turns so we can try and mend what a fuck up this turn was is a good idea.
-[X] Attempt to contact Angus and Ishmael have him call off the attack you need your men for a more important job than merely punishing Parkinson
-[X] Attempt to contact those who you know are Anti-Hearts, like the Longbottoms and Shafiq, to both get more info and maybe allies to rescue your son
-[X] Also send a message to Voldemort informing him of the Hearts and their designs on him to see if he can cause some trouble if not directly help you
[X]Burnt documents in the study.
Okay, let's try and get some info and allies before running off to our likely doom. This also attempts the likely futile saving of our men and heroes.
Edit: I think slowing Parkinson down for two turns so we can try and mend what a fuck up this turn was is a good idea.
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Fire Emblem Enjoyer
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] NotteBoy97
WAR IS BANNED
NO MORE WAR
STOP WARRING
WAR IS BANNED
NO MORE WAR
STOP WARRING
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- Location
- At the computer
You missed the sabotage choice by the way.
- Location
- Goose Land
[X] NotteBoy97
- Location
- Norway
Odin is such a chill guy.
Delphine Noir goes to Hogwarts (canon) +32
Lysbeth
Réfléchie
- Location
- Camp Half-Blood
Snippets of Delphine's life.
After the incident with the unidentified... Thing... Delphine felt smaller and lonelier than ever. Her father still wasn't getting over his habit of eating those little sna-House elves, whereas her mother was spending more and more time in the training room that she had claimed for herself to make on-demand ominous predictions, telling them to anyone who asked, but especially to those who didn't.
Time passed slowly since the Incident and the first flowers were already blooming. For her greater despair, the little girl didn't have any friend and only had a house elf appointed as her confidante.
"You know Flowey, I love spring. I love the fact that the sun thinks my skin would look more fetching once roasted, I love the flowers that assault me using theyr sweet, sweet pollen as weapons to smother me, shutting down my nose and eyes. Really, I looove this season!"
Continuing to babble with a harmless expression to Flowey, the house elf head hung on the living room's wall, she didn't, and would never, notice the mysterious eyes staring at her weirdly.
---
Delphine was reading in her big, comfy bed. She could now convincingly pretend that, in addition to being able to speak both French and English, she knew enough latin to actually understand what kinds of spells those incantations meant.
However! She wouldn't, she refused to waste her potential by stopping to study language. Who cared the rest of the world was gone? It was still one of the easier things for her to learn! It was still one of the most relevant things to learn to become an Important Woman. Plus she had absolutely zero skills with the sword in dagger. If her enemy was a one-legged dwarf wielding a butter knife then sure, she would have a chance, and still, her victory wouldn't be certain.
One of her most ambitious dreams was to go out and travel the world, what was beyond that veil of Darkness. The world... Such a magnificent world to her ears. Sometimes her father, between two elves, would tell her stories about his own travels. He only had visited three countries other than France and England, but she always heard him talk about them with great enthusiasm.
However, each time she asked why she didn't get to travel abroad, even before the Dark, she only ever got vague answers, her begging and screaming never bearing fruit. Then, after each denial, each crying session and each lonely moment, she was learning.
---
Heat, insomnia, reddened and sensitive skin. There was no doubt.
Summer is coming.
---
Delphine was pumped up, akin to a battery, even though she had no idea what all of this meant. For your average muggle child, she would seem strange, but looking at the calendar in her bedroom, one could guess what made her so happy. Five, then four, then three, then two, then one, then nothing left.
Today, despite her mother's reluctance, and helped by her bribed father, she was going to Hogwarts! The place where her Fate awaited her!
---
There weren't many people at the train station, the Hogwarts express only going through Scotland now, due to the unrest, but she didn't let it bother her. After all, her goal was to find a car far from any and all human life, alnimals and other strange things.
Half an hour later after her perfect discovery, two strange children dressed in an almost identical fashion entered. Twins, she thought, a boy and a girl. The girl had blond hair and warm amber eyes, while the boy had strawberry blond hair and a blue lagoon gaze. Both had an elfin face, though the boy's face seemed a bit rougher.
Having finished her observations, she noticed they were staring at her too. Then, as all the manners lessons she ever had demanded, she put on a neutral expression and introduced herself.
"Greeting. My name is Delphine Bellatrix Noir, from the ancient and noble house of Noir. Who might you be?"
"Hi! I'm Heley Smith, and this is my brother Gawain!" Despite her cheerful introduction, she had that haughty yet sneaky air about her, and all of her teacher told her : "When you see that kind of people, watch your words and swallow back your remarks!" Pfeh, as if she didn't already know that! Thankfully, she had ensured those teachers were fired, how dare they insult her superior intellect!
The girl's brother continued.
"If you aren't waiting for someone, may we sit down?."
He had an innocent expression, and his smile was so sweet that she could almost believe he was harmless.
Almost.
Yet, she didn't have any reason to refuse them, and as such, graciously allowed them to sit down. Half an hour passed now, and if the first few seconds were to be trusted, she hated those two already. In reality, she didn't really know if she hated them, she didn't get enough contact with other people her age to know that, but she still didn't want to stay with them, they made her feel uncomfortable. Especially the boy.
---
Ten minutes later, her savior in high socks arrived.
The very moment Delphine saw her, she knew both of them would be great allies!
---
When she arrived, Delphine escaped from the Smith twins and stuck to her savior like glue, whose name was Betelgeuse "Betty's shorter" Hope. As they boarded the barks towards the castle, taking in the magnificent nocturnal scenery, they were accompanied by two boys, one of whom looked at her in a terrified manner, and the other who was reading his book and ignoring the rest of the world.
Delphine didn't see where the problem was. Today, she had light-absorbing dark plum hair, milky white skin and garnet red eyes. Her father even approved of her looks, and people from that side of the family usually had an eye for beauty!
Still, she understood. Outsiders judged with different standards, and, filled with disappointment, she morphed, because while she didn't mind having people terrified of her, the smell of urine was not appreciated at all. She entered the Great Hall with lilac colored hair and big, green eyes under the stupefied gaze of Betelgeuse.
---
Being among the first to be sorted, it was nothing. Being THE first, however, was an entirely different beast altogether? If she did the slightest mistake, her reputation would never recover. Rearranging her clothes, neatening her hair and putting on a (fake) wondering expression on her face, the simple-minded will see an ordinary girl, the smarter ones, a potential enemy.
---
All of her life, she had prepared for that moment and she wasn't about to give up now!
Hogwarts had no idea of what just entered its halls.
---
The Hat barely touched her wonderfully noble hair when it screamed.
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
She barely paid attention to the sorting, too busy glaring at those who seemed surprised of her House.
What? Am I judging your socks' color huh?
Right!
The only names she remembered were Betelgeuse Hope who went to Slytherin, the reverse reader was Aldebaran Lovegood, her fellow Hufflepuff, while Gawain and Heley Smith went to Gryffindor. She was happy not to have been sorted with the Smith, even though she knew that keeping tabs on them wouldn't be free.
The reader next to her seemed to make people around them run away.
An alliance was born.
After the incident with the unidentified... Thing... Delphine felt smaller and lonelier than ever. Her father still wasn't getting over his habit of eating those little sna-House elves, whereas her mother was spending more and more time in the training room that she had claimed for herself to make on-demand ominous predictions, telling them to anyone who asked, but especially to those who didn't.
Time passed slowly since the Incident and the first flowers were already blooming. For her greater despair, the little girl didn't have any friend and only had a house elf appointed as her confidante.
"You know Flowey, I love spring. I love the fact that the sun thinks my skin would look more fetching once roasted, I love the flowers that assault me using theyr sweet, sweet pollen as weapons to smother me, shutting down my nose and eyes. Really, I looove this season!"
Continuing to babble with a harmless expression to Flowey, the house elf head hung on the living room's wall, she didn't, and would never, notice the mysterious eyes staring at her weirdly.
---
Delphine was reading in her big, comfy bed. She could now convincingly pretend that, in addition to being able to speak both French and English, she knew enough latin to actually understand what kinds of spells those incantations meant.
However! She wouldn't, she refused to waste her potential by stopping to study language. Who cared the rest of the world was gone? It was still one of the easier things for her to learn! It was still one of the most relevant things to learn to become an Important Woman. Plus she had absolutely zero skills with the sword in dagger. If her enemy was a one-legged dwarf wielding a butter knife then sure, she would have a chance, and still, her victory wouldn't be certain.
One of her most ambitious dreams was to go out and travel the world, what was beyond that veil of Darkness. The world... Such a magnificent world to her ears. Sometimes her father, between two elves, would tell her stories about his own travels. He only had visited three countries other than France and England, but she always heard him talk about them with great enthusiasm.
However, each time she asked why she didn't get to travel abroad, even before the Dark, she only ever got vague answers, her begging and screaming never bearing fruit. Then, after each denial, each crying session and each lonely moment, she was learning.
---
Heat, insomnia, reddened and sensitive skin. There was no doubt.
Summer is coming.
---
Delphine was pumped up, akin to a battery, even though she had no idea what all of this meant. For your average muggle child, she would seem strange, but looking at the calendar in her bedroom, one could guess what made her so happy. Five, then four, then three, then two, then one, then nothing left.
Today, despite her mother's reluctance, and helped by her bribed father, she was going to Hogwarts! The place where her Fate awaited her!
---
There weren't many people at the train station, the Hogwarts express only going through Scotland now, due to the unrest, but she didn't let it bother her. After all, her goal was to find a car far from any and all human life, alnimals and other strange things.
Half an hour later after her perfect discovery, two strange children dressed in an almost identical fashion entered. Twins, she thought, a boy and a girl. The girl had blond hair and warm amber eyes, while the boy had strawberry blond hair and a blue lagoon gaze. Both had an elfin face, though the boy's face seemed a bit rougher.
Having finished her observations, she noticed they were staring at her too. Then, as all the manners lessons she ever had demanded, she put on a neutral expression and introduced herself.
"Greeting. My name is Delphine Bellatrix Noir, from the ancient and noble house of Noir. Who might you be?"
"Hi! I'm Heley Smith, and this is my brother Gawain!" Despite her cheerful introduction, she had that haughty yet sneaky air about her, and all of her teacher told her : "When you see that kind of people, watch your words and swallow back your remarks!" Pfeh, as if she didn't already know that! Thankfully, she had ensured those teachers were fired, how dare they insult her superior intellect!
The girl's brother continued.
"If you aren't waiting for someone, may we sit down?."
He had an innocent expression, and his smile was so sweet that she could almost believe he was harmless.
Almost.
Yet, she didn't have any reason to refuse them, and as such, graciously allowed them to sit down. Half an hour passed now, and if the first few seconds were to be trusted, she hated those two already. In reality, she didn't really know if she hated them, she didn't get enough contact with other people her age to know that, but she still didn't want to stay with them, they made her feel uncomfortable. Especially the boy.
---
Ten minutes later, her savior in high socks arrived.
The very moment Delphine saw her, she knew both of them would be great allies!
---
When she arrived, Delphine escaped from the Smith twins and stuck to her savior like glue, whose name was Betelgeuse "Betty's shorter" Hope. As they boarded the barks towards the castle, taking in the magnificent nocturnal scenery, they were accompanied by two boys, one of whom looked at her in a terrified manner, and the other who was reading his book and ignoring the rest of the world.
Delphine didn't see where the problem was. Today, she had light-absorbing dark plum hair, milky white skin and garnet red eyes. Her father even approved of her looks, and people from that side of the family usually had an eye for beauty!
Still, she understood. Outsiders judged with different standards, and, filled with disappointment, she morphed, because while she didn't mind having people terrified of her, the smell of urine was not appreciated at all. She entered the Great Hall with lilac colored hair and big, green eyes under the stupefied gaze of Betelgeuse.
---
Being among the first to be sorted, it was nothing. Being THE first, however, was an entirely different beast altogether? If she did the slightest mistake, her reputation would never recover. Rearranging her clothes, neatening her hair and putting on a (fake) wondering expression on her face, the simple-minded will see an ordinary girl, the smarter ones, a potential enemy.
---
All of her life, she had prepared for that moment and she wasn't about to give up now!
Hogwarts had no idea of what just entered its halls.
---
The Hat barely touched her wonderfully noble hair when it screamed.
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
She barely paid attention to the sorting, too busy glaring at those who seemed surprised of her House.
What? Am I judging your socks' color huh?
Right!
The only names she remembered were Betelgeuse Hope who went to Slytherin, the reverse reader was Aldebaran Lovegood, her fellow Hufflepuff, while Gawain and Heley Smith went to Gryffindor. She was happy not to have been sorted with the Smith, even though she knew that keeping tabs on them wouldn't be free.
The reader next to her seemed to make people around them run away.
An alliance was born.
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Chasing the Badger (1)
- Location
- At the computer
Chasing the Badger (1)
Dace felt the need to swear when Angus grimaced, telling him that contact with the army was lost, but he carried on. His golems were too slow, although he would have liked to have the red sons with him for this fight. It was probably going to be a fighting retreat on the opponent's part, the obvious problems here being that he had no idea where the opponent was headed to, what were their abilities, or even who they-
A flash of inspiration went through his mind and he held his head. The slight pain he felt was familiar. This was the same pain he felt when he acquired the memories from that time.
Several concepts forcefully embedded themselves within his head. The Court of Hearts, the Corruption, but more important was the fact that his opponent was Helga Hufflepuff. He had his doubts when he encountered the black lion, however, this? This he could trust. He sent out a message to everybody he could think of, then ran towards his library in order to get an idea of what he was about to fight.
Helga Hufflepuff, born from minor nobility whose claim to fame was apiculture and exportation. She was a learned woman, with a silver tongue and great administrative abilities. She also had a way with plants and nature in general that only the first Rosiers could pretend to equal.
Nothing was said about her combat abilities, and she was notable for her utter lack of ruse, being at times overly trusting. In hindsight, this should have been the most telling thing about her, for how would someone so guileless manage to hold together a group including Salazar Slytherin in their ranks?
If the woman wasn't currently running away with his child, he would admit to feeling quite a bit of respect for a thousand-year-old subterfuge. However, something very concerning arose, as the fate of the Founders wasn't a nice one. Helga Hufflepuff and Godric Gryffindor were the first two to disappear, never to be seen again after a legion of werewolves attacked Hogwarts. The beasts were slain at the cost of two of the founders, and at the time, people thought the price had been their lives. Obviously, this wasn't the case.
Rowena Ravenclaw, refusing to accept that result, and now it seemed obvious the remaining two were aware of what happened, began to travel around the world, coming back sporadically to the school. Salazar Slytherin began great construction projects, but he never kept any written notes of his works, so they have been lost to history, the only remaining trace of those events having ever happened being the rumors of a hidden room, the Chamber of Secrets.
Yet, Salazar also ended up disappearing. Rowena went after him, but the reports on this were confused. Everyone agreed that there were shouts, spells flung, and a giant column of light. After that, Rowena was the only one who came back, and it is assumed she killed Slytherin in a wizard's duel, though she denied it herself.
There were a few reports along the centuries, about a woman who matched her description appearing sporadically before disappearing again, but they were restricted to Ireland and therefore, not relevant, though it may explain in part why Ireland is inaccessible. Though, there has been a recent sighting of her in Scotland. That reminded him, he'd need to look into the Smiths soon. They were her descendants, after all.
The really interesting thing was how people reacted to it. The Longbottoms were particularly involved during that period, and it is very likely they know more about it. The Blacks obviously do, as they are attracted to death and carnage like carrion birds. The Shafiq might, though they are foreigners, their obsessive curiosity may have helped them unearth some secret.
The beginnings of a plan were forming in his mind, and he wrote a note to one of his maids to sent word for Frank Longbottom. The man was in a relatively stable political situation right now and was his best chance of getting some explanations or help.
In the same vein, he sent a message to the Terrorist. Since there was technically an attack going on and he was moving with known enemies of his, Dace would rather he did not get the wrong idea about it. He also sent his discoveries about the Court of Hearts and a copy of his own reports on the subject, it couldn't hurt.
All in all, he had a good idea of who Helga Hufflepuff was, and an average estimation of her abilities. This didn't tell him where she was headed, of course, but it was a good starting point. As he went out of his library, someone came up with a report from his saboteur. He apparently burnt all of Parkinson's research. Good.
As he entered his living room, the fireplace flared emerald, which surprised him, as he thought Travers would have taken the Floo system on the Terrorist's orders. He must have settled for monitoring the movements instead.
Out of it came Frank Longbottom, followed by Kingsley Shackelbolt, and the infamous Bellatrix Black.
Frank seemed to have, at least in part, recovered from his wife's death. Standing taller, and thrumming with Willpower. He and Dace stared at each other, both immediately sensing the other, though Frank's furrowed brow was unwelcome. Shacklebolt was also active, but it was Black who was the most ominous, as her skin was paler than he remembered and her eyes and hair had turned black. He didn't quite know the significance of that, but her too big, twisted smile put him on edge. He signaled for them to sit when the fireplace flared emerald once more.
Out of it came a familiar and unwelcome figure. His wayward daughter, who looked very much like she didn't want to be here, followed by Regulus Black and Serafina Abbott
Regulus looked tired, but he had nothing on the Abbott matriarch, who looked about to just fall asleep on the spot, her make up was messy, her eyes red, and Dace was fairly sure somebody else clothed her because she simply didn't look up to the task.
They looked at each other in silence, tension running high until Aife spoke up.
"I've contacted the ministry to warn them about us, they shouldn't get spooked." It was clear she wanted to say something else, but chose against it, starting hard at Dace.
"I have done the same with the Terrorist." He answered.
Silence reigned in the room until Bellatrix got up.
"I have known cemeteries that were livelier!" She proclaimed exuberantly, eliciting a groan from Abbott, before swanning towards her cousin. " My oh my, lookie here, it's itty bitty Reggie!" She stood before him, waving and shouting as if he was several rooms away.
"Bella, this is serious." He was massaging his temples, long brown hair falling on his face, but his tone unyielding. As he leaned slightly forward, a heavy, golden locket came into view, ornated with an emerald studded, S-shaped snake. Bella just leaned away, pouting.
"I know that! Otherwise, I wouldn't be here, but you know, they're getting away quickly!" She spread her arms and began twirling, giggling, causing her green robes to flutter before she stopped as her back was turned to the fireplace, and she was facing everyone. "Especially since, you know, she's headed down there." she pointed down, her hand at the level of her sternum with an impish smile.
"Bella..." Regulus repeated, warning tinging his voice this time.
"You're no fun! Fine, let's do it the boring way then!" Her expression immediately changed, her childish mania replaced by an uncomfortably intense seriousness and focus. "Hufflepuff is in Gloucester. Likely headed towards Cornwall as well. She seems to be retreating quickly and hidden troops along the way. It usually wouldn't be a concern, but her final destination is worrying on several levels. If the child wasn't a person of interest to those two, I would have advised letting the Hearts have their victory." She crossed her arms, staring into the distance. "However, they have shown to have the ability to hide children, even from their own blood relations or divine interference, and the events of Oakvale are only proof of what they're able of..." She trailed off, shaking her head, before turning back to her too-cheerful self. "In other words! We either need to get that kid back or make sure Hufflepuff doesn't die in Cornwall!"
That... Was easier said than done. Speed was the key here, and the golems were just too slow, so the group set out, full speed, towards Helga's last known location, brooms being capital for speed's sake. However, as they arrived, a cloud of small beings, fairies, he remembered, attacked them and made them fall from their brooms, even though they managed to kill off some. As he fell, while he cast a cushioning charm, he saw the woman further ahead before his sight was blocked by the forest. Touching down, he also realized that Abbott was nowhere to be found...
Combat tutorial!
As far as he could see, there were 4 groups of hostile fairies (purple is Helga's faction's color) while he (Red), Longbottom's faction (Blue), and Aife's faction (Green)
Experience: 1500/6,200
Level 5 Hero: All spells cost half mana/willpower to cast.
Personal stats:
Luck: 0 Each time the unit attacks, a dice sill be rolled. The DC is 100 - Luckx10
Morale: 0 Each time the unit attacks, a dice sill be rolled. The DC is 100 - Moralex10
Damage: 15 Each times the unit attacks, this is the base damage they inflict
Hitpoints: 150 the Unit's health
Speed: 7 The maximum anount of cases the unit dan walk per battle turns. May not move diagonally.
Movement: 23 The speed of the unit on the Strategic Map
Mana: 10 (+1/day) the unit's mana pool.
Willpower: 330 the unit's mana reserve.
10% Melee Attack enhances damage, and neutralizes defense (10% attack vs 10% defense becomes nulled.)
10% Ranged Attack enhances damage, and neutralizes ranged defense
10 % Melee Defense reduces damage taken
10 % Ranged defense reduces ranged damage taken
0% Magic resistance chances to null magical effects.
Level 5 Hero: All spells cost half mana/willpower to cast.
Personal stats:
Luck: 0 Each time the unit attacks, a dice sill be rolled. The DC is 100 - Luckx10
Morale: 0 Each time the unit attacks, a dice sill be rolled. The DC is 100 - Moralex10
Damage: 15 Each times the unit attacks, this is the base damage they inflict
Hitpoints: 150 the Unit's health
Speed: 7 The maximum anount of cases the unit dan walk per battle turns. May not move diagonally.
Movement: 23 The speed of the unit on the Strategic Map
Mana: 10 (+1/day) the unit's mana pool.
Willpower: 330 the unit's mana reserve.
10% Melee Attack enhances damage, and neutralizes defense (10% attack vs 10% defense becomes nulled.)
10% Ranged Attack enhances damage, and neutralizes ranged defense
10 % Melee Defense reduces damage taken
10 % Ranged defense reduces ranged damage taken
0% Magic resistance chances to null magical effects.
Looking for [Tactics] skill...
[Tactics] Skill found: Aife: Green Faction gets an extra turn. Green faction gets to affack first each turn.
Turn 0: Tactics
As far as you can see, the enemy army is divided in 4 stacks of 10 corrupted fairies!
Aife moves and attacks! 4 corrupted fairies die!
Regulus moves and attacks! 1 corrupted fairy dies!
Turn 1:
Green:
Aife attacks! 9 corrupted fairies die !
Regulus moves and attacks! 1 corrupted fairy dies!
Purple:
Helga flees!
Fairies move and attack Regulus! -54hp (46/100) [No Retaliation] Activated, retaliation impossible!
Fairies move and attack Regulus! -30 hp (16/100) [No Retaliation] Activated, retaliation impossible!
Fairies move and attack Dace! -24 hp (126/150) [No Retaliation] Activated, retaliation impossible!
Blue:
Frank moves and uses bind wounds on: Regulus gains 36 hp (52/100)
Bellatrix moves and attacks! 3 corrupted fairies die!
Kingsley moves and attacks! 2 corrupted fairies die!
Red:
[] Move (write-in cases and directions)
[] Attack (Write in target)
[X] Ranged attack (Single fairy)
Tutorial hints:
You may move before attacking, but not after attacking, save if you have a special ability.
The number of cases you may move through depends on your character's Speed
If you use a ranged attack on an enemy without the ability to attack at range, that enemy will not be able to retaliate.
Each time you attack a unit, that unit may retaliate. In other words, it will attack back unless abilities like [No retaliation] are used, of specific conditions are in play (aka, you use a ranged attack on a unit who doesn't have one)
Dace attacks:
Blast attack: 15 damage, 10% ranged attack
Corrupted fairies (1) : 7 hp , 10% ranged defense
15 damage inflicted
Fairy dead
Turn 2:
Green:
Aife moves and attacks! 9 corrupted fairies die!
Regulus moves and attacks! 1 corrupted fairy dies!
Purple:
The fairies flee South towards the trees. [Stealth] Activates. The fairies have left the fight!
Fight won!
Casualties : 31 corrupted fairies!
No looted item
Every hero gets 36 exp!
Dace waved his wand to get rid of the black ichor he was covered in when that fairy exploded, but it did nothing more than bubble. Sighing, he got a handkerchief and wiped his cheek, looking around. Dozens of those dark parodies of the fairies he used to know were littering the floor, lifeless as Aife killed them en masse with ease. If anything, she looked rather motivated.
He looked around and took stock of the situation. Abbott had been separated from them in their fall, and the fairies disappeared in the direction they were heading towards. If, as he suspected, Hufflepuff got her hands on the power of Nature, he'll have to expect more of those twisted creatures. Possibly even more powerful ones.
He could try to convince the others to walk up, then go along the water to avoid the vegetation, though it would take more time and could allow Hufflepuff to escape if they took too much time.
Then came the problem of Serafina Abbott. She could be alive, she could be dead, or she could be captured, but she should still be around. Looking for her could take a lot of time, however.
What does Dace choose to do?
[] Go on ahead. It may be a trap, but there's no time to lose.
[] Find another way. Safer, but it will take more time.
[] Look for Serafina. She's important and should not be left alone and powerless.
More maths for me ! Yay !
Tutorials!
Also, you weren't allowed to vote for battle that turn, but next one you'll get to drive. Unless...
Do you want to activate auto-battle?
[] Yes.
[] No.
(24 hours voting phase~)
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