<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" ><tr><td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"><br><br>--- On <b>Fri, 4/8/11, Aaron Clausen <i><mightymartianca@gmail.com></i></b> wrote:<br><blockquote style="border-left: 2px solid rgb(16, 16, 255); margin-left: 5px; padding-left: 5px;"><div class="plainMail"><br><br>[Dodges]<br>Alex: 20 (not natural) and 23<br>Carlos: 17 and 15<br>Justin: 33 and 25<br>Koba: 11 and 21<br>Lady Frost: 15 and 15<br>Owen: 10 and 10<br>Osiris: 7 and 10<br>Ted: 21 and 18<br>[/Dodges]<br><br>[GM]<br>The four missiles hit in succession [Damages: 40 MDC, 30MDC, 30MDC, 30MDC]. Only Owen and Osiris are struck by the blast from the first missile, but Osiris is also hit by the second.<br><br>Of the two missiles aimed at Lady Frost, only the blast from one hits her, and Alex is spared from both.<br><br>Utter chaos now reigns. There is thick smoke and fire everywhere, and moans of the injured. A horse runs in
front of the main company, it's chest literally torn open and ribs visible, all that's left of its riding is the torso and legs. The smell of blood, smoke and explosives is everywhere.<br><br>At Alex and Lady Frost's position, it's much the same. Lady Frost has taken more damage, she can handle it, and yet she's feeling the pain. Alex and Louissa can see nothing of their main company, but calls from her pursuers to each other suggest that they've abandoned her and are running back to the main company to offer assistance.<br><br>Louissa runs up behind Alex, baby in arm. "We've got to help them, Alex. Those jets will be coming around again and we need to get everyone to cover."<br><br>Back with the main company, the jets can be distantly heard coming about again. For the most part everyone was lucky this time, but...<br><br>The smoke clears a bit and it reveals Sir Justin holding Osiris, armor in tatters, burns and blood
covering his body. The old man is clearly dead.<br><br>More death and injury are revealed. All the knights are on the ground, some writhing in pain, some not moving at all. It's hard to take in, but the injuries are awful. Some of the men are running to their comrades to try to give what medical care they can, but with the jets coming about, it's more of a quick triage and those that they can judge likely to survive are being dragged towards the forest.<br><br>And then they see the elf, Arsandel, that they had rescued unconscious from the submarine. He is surrounded in a sickening green light as his hands literally dive into the chest of one of the injured, a gout of blood spurting up as the elf begins chanting "Isus vaelius imraeus turani..." Above him the air is shimmering and vibrating, and then there is almost a crack, like a small dimensional rift, beyond which is blackness, and a black, smoking six fingered
clawed hand reaches through...<br>[/GM]<br></div><div class="plainMail"><br></div><div class="plainMail">[Lady Frost]</div><div class="plainMail"><br></div><div class="plainMail">Frost hadn't had time to really dive for any sort of cover when the blasts hit.</div><div class="plainMail">Even with the smoke fast clearing, she was still too far from the larger group to really see what had happened, yet she knew, whatever had gone on, it was her fault.</div><div class="plainMail">She unwittingly dragged those planes here. She bailed out without making sure they'd been taken care of. And then she walked towards the group of them, giving away any sort of cover they might have had.</div><div class="plainMail"><br></div><div class="plainMail">Angrily she got to her feet and ripped up the largest tree she could manage and still make use of... then she paused, waiting for the right moment, and hurled it upwards into the path of the again
incoming aircraft.</div><div class="plainMail"><br></div><div class="plainMail">[/Lady Frost]</div><div class="plainMail"><br></div><div class="plainMail">(( she can lift 4 tons, carry 6. I'm pretty sure a tree is within her ability. Not talking a redwood, just a small birch or something. ))</div></blockquote></td></tr></table><br>