[837] – Y03.137 – Journey to Home II

[837] – Y03.137 – Journey to Home II

‘Nice.’

Strength Save

D20 + 8 = 24 (16)

Adam, struck against his side and shield from an unknown force, slid towards a tree. He braced himself against it, his thighs aching from slowing him down, and he turned his head towards the creature, a familiar creature. A lizard the size of a tiger with scales all across its back, seemingly made of stone. It’s stone scales matched the armour the porters wore.

Battle Order

D20 + 1 = 5 (4)

Fighting Spirit: 3 -> 2

Health: 69 -> 74

Attack - Wraith (Advantage)

D20 + 10 = 11 (1)

D20 + 10 = 19 (9)

Hit!

Wraith: 3 -> 2

Mana: 16 -> 15

Ability: Divine Smite

2D6 + 2D6 + 2D6 + 9 = 26 (2, 4)(1, 1)(3, 6)

26 damage!

Attack - Wraith (Advantage)

D20 + 10 = 15 (5)

D20 + 10 = 27 (17)

Hit!

Wraith: 2 -> 1

Mana: 15 -> 14

Ability: Divine Smite

2D6 + 2D6 + 2D6 + 9 = 32 (3, 5)(4, 5)(1, 5)

32 damage!

Onward Soar: 1 -> 0

Attack - Wraith (Advantage)

D20 + 10 = 15 (15)

D20 + 10 = 27 (19)

Hit!

Wraith: 1 -> 0

Mana: 14 -> 13

Ability: Divine Smite

4D6 + 4D6 + 4D6 + 9 = 55 (2, 4, 5, 5)(3, 4, 5, 6)(3, 4, 5, 5)

55 damage!

Attack - Wraith (Advantage)

D20 + 10 = 11 (1)

D20 + 10 = 25 (15)

Hit!

Mana: 13 -> 12

Ability: Divine Smite

2D6 + 2D6 + 9 = 24 (1, 4)(5, 5)

24 damage!

As though carving a cake, Adam’s magical axe cut across the kurabara’s neck, dropping it near instantly as the creature tried to ram him against the tree. The half elf in purple marched forward towards the other beasts, which had slammed against the farmers, almost forcing them into the tower, where the awaiting Hope was ready to strike, before his axe sliced against their sides.

He cut one kurabara’s neck so deeply its head dropped to the floor, before he marched to another, grabbing its head as it rammed against Remy’s shield, slicing down through its skull, allowing it to drop beside him. He glanced backwards to see the Iyrmen had also cleaved through the creatures with ease, the dozen or so creatures finding themselves dead in almost an instant.

Victory!

XP Gained: +50

XP: 15 050 -> 15 100

The farmers watched as the death filled the land around them. The Hope and Rays were ready to assist, as kurabaras were awkward to deal with, but apparently Adam by his lonesome could kill each one with a single blow, while the Iyrmen around were eager to slaughter the creatures.

“The soldiers are not sending out routine patrols,” Jaygak said, cleaning Great Moon, glancing across the death they caused as though it were a minor inconvenience.

“They are weary of the villagers,” Jurot replied. Fôllôw new stories at novelhall.com

“The loyalty of the villagers to the order must be taken into consideration,” Kitool added.

“Let’s split the kurabaras the same way we did before,” Adam said, glancing towards the Hope and Vasera, who had remained at the ready, though hadn’t dared to step forward to deny the Iyrmen their fun.

“Okay,” Jurot replied.

‘...’ Remy exhaled, glad the half elf had come to assist him when he had. Within his armour, he would have been far more eager to fight, but most of the group had stripped out of their armour, ready to retire for the night, though there were a few still in their armour for first watch.

‘Did they punch a kurabara to death?’ Cobra thought, her eyes going from Kitool to Faool, the pair having used their staffs, but also their fists.

‘My back hurts,’ Adam thought, stretching out his back, feeling a bruise at his side where the kurabara had crashed into him.

Stone Sword remained silent, having been ready to draw his blade, yet having no need to do so. ‘...’ He had no idea the group was this vicious. His eyes fell across the Iyrmen, who held greater abilities than he expected.

“May we enter the fort?” Ray Vonda asked, holding out the gem worth one hundred gold. “It has been a long travel.”

“I would not deny a Ray,” the Commander said, accepting the gem, her eyes upon the group as they entered.

The Hope noted the nearby woman and the group of archers settled within the fort. Hope Willow approached the older woman, who stood up and placed a hand over her heart.

“How may I assist a Hope?” Sir Katherine asked.

“I merely wished to give my greetings, Sir Katherine,” Hope Willow said, removing her helmet.

Sir Katherine had though she wasn’t the same Hope. “It is my honour to meet you, Fourth Hope.”

Hope Willow smiled. “I will pray there will be no more warring across the land, for your arrows will certainly bring much death.”

“I am also sorry that such death may occur.”

“I have heard only good things from the Third Hope of your abilities.”

“It was my honour, and my pleasure, to assist Hope Lily during the recent clashes against Aswadasd.” Sir Katherine wondered what the Hope was doing with the group which had returned, noting the fellow in purple, and the grandchildren of Mad Dog. ‘Why is a Hope travelling with the grandchildren of that man?’

As evening fell across the fort, the children stared at the soldiers. The previous fort they had passed through were filled with general soldiers of Floria, the elite squads having been sent elsewhere for the moment. However, even these children had heard of the Whirlwind Arrows, some of the best archers across all the land.

“Wow...”

“It’s the Whirlwind Arrows.”

“Yeah, the Whirlwind Arrows!”

“They says the Commander’s the daughter of the Storm Petal Knight!”

“Whoa!”

Brittany heard the group speak of the archers with such reverence. ‘Should I ask for that competition?’

Lucy remained silent, noting the look on Adam’s face. The young half elf was sitting, his arms crossed, deep in thought.

‘Kurabaras aren’t that strong,’ Adam thought, but in the same way that a tiger wasn’t strong compared to an Iyrman. ‘Should I pick a fight with the Whirlwind Arrow?’

He glanced at his Omen.

2, 20

‘I don’t even need to look at the target...’

‘Adam,’ Lucy thought. ‘Please stop thinking whatever you’re thinking!’

I really did roll that much damage...