Bittersweet Candy Bowl

Herald just looks at Hannibal and turns away.

Carter proceeds to wash off most of the mud in the river. It is revealed that he holds a basic adventurer’s kit and weak cloth armor, although his only weapon is a single knife meant for eating with. He hurries to Lord Makar, asking him, “Makar, how do you know Lucy?”

Makar raised an eyebrow, but figured out that he thought Lieselotte was called Lucy.
Her name is Lieselotte… and we met in the middle of my quest to find the sword of light.
He turned his gaze to the Lady, remembering the day.

Some rustling can be heard from the plants nearby… nobody from the party seems to be in the direction of the sound.

“Lucy’s very different…” Carter said, half to himself. He was referring to her clothing style - how it differed from the Lucy he remembers, unaware of her vampiric qualities.

The knight held his shield tightly and stepped foward, on guard.
Who’s there? Reveal yourself.
He prepared himself for an attack.

Hannibal readies his swords, all talk of naughty subjects gone from his mind.

Seconds before the rustle was even heard, she had already turned, her razor claws at the ready.

Show yourself fiend!

Although he doesn’t hear the rustle, Herald sees Makar’s movements. His hand immediatly goes for the sword on his left side.

Dave readies his axe upon seeing Lord Makar preparing

What kind of dangers did you say were in the forest Lieselotte?

Delilah looks over at the bushes, peering around Albert from the back of the line at the rustling leaves. She opens her mouth to greet whoever it is, then shuts it as Makar seems to be preparing himself for combat.

(nvm.)

((SHE FUCKING SAID “FIEND” NOT “FRIEND” REAL TALK.))

Notices the others reactions and readies his shield and sword.

((REAL TALK IMHF))

Carter’s head also quickly turned in the direction of the bush. He leaned his head various ways in order to try to get a good view of the figure in the bushes.

The rustling is now coming from the opposite side. Could it be that there’s more than one?

Unlike the others, the paladin was distracted by the pain in his head. When he sees everyone readying for combat, he becomes very confused.

Wh-what’s going on?!

He has his shield on his arm, but his sword is still in its sheath.

Back to Back!

The rustling can be heard from all sides now, whoever they are… they are close, and have surrounded the party.

She snarls, turning around to face the other direction.

Form a circle! Casters in the center, quickly!

Form a circle, put the mages in the center! Ready from all sides!

Delilah squeaks as the sound comes from the other side of the group, turning towards it as well and backing up towards the center of the group, her head jerking in the direction of each new sound, beads on her dress rattling loudly as she looks around wide-eyed.

Makar held his sword tightly.
Do as Hannibal said!
Prepared for the fight, the knight waited for the foes to start showing up.

((I warned you of chekov’s gun, but did you listen? Noooo…


Bring down the rain!))

After hearing the second rustle, the paladin draws his sword, Fleetblade, and faces the second rustle.

Who are you?!

Dave works around into a spot for the circle readying his axe.

Just stick behind me Delilah, I’ll protect you.

Carter instinctively moves slowly closer to Lucy, but his head now spins all around him as he analyzes the bushes. He notices everyone’s stance and pulls out… a small but sharp butter knife from his backpack.

Sir Icarus perceives a red glowing object coming from the woods in his direction, upon closer inspection… its a fireball.

Draws his blade (He only had his hand on it before) And joins the circle

Show yourselves!

Amy! Form a wa-Sees the fireball. Ooooh! That doesn’t look pleasant.

Watch it! There’s a caster!

*Where are you now…*
He sees the fireball.
What the… Holy shit, heads up!!
He puts up his shield and prepares to dodge if necessary.

Delilah cowers behind the big dog, clinging weakly to his back, her dress brushing against the back of his legs.

Carter backs away from the red glow now prevalent in the forest, stumbling a bit on the stones below him. In a panic, he takes his knife and, surprisingly, throws it at high speed into one of the rustling bushes.

“THIS IS BAD!” He states the obvious.

Sir Icarus manages to block the fireball completely with his lifted shield.

((YOU SPELLED ICARAS WRONG REAL TALK))

Whatever shot out that fireball, I want to kill it!
Seb rushes at where the fireball came from

(THAT’S MY CHARACTER NAME REAL TALK!!)

((YOUR CHARACTER’S NAME SUCKS IMHO


A > U


NOT TALKING TO YOU SEBASTIAN))

(Fuck you Brock)

He looked back at Icarus, relieved that he was fine, but asked Seb to don’t go.
Don’t quit the formation, Seb! We still don’t know what we’re fighting!

Don’t just rush in blindly! gah. fool.

Who are our spellcasters? We need to return fire.

(Uh oh… Bad news guys… first death&hellip

[Game Paused]

What we need are some barriers! How do we have spell casters that don’t know defensive spells!?

She continues to scan the bushes, searching for the source of the fireball.

((Stop!… Hammertime!


Sebastian = Red shirt IMHO))

Tybold stands at the ready in the center of the circle, her staff grasped tightly in her palms, and her eyes darting around, trying to spot where the fireball was cast from. Her eyes are determined, with a hint of fear.

(Cursed, can’t protect people.)

But I love rushing in blindly, It’s my 3rd best strategy.

(1. Hit it in the groin,
2. RUN!)

(Damnit ninja’d)

I said [Game paused] >.<