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Current Sick of joining roleplays only to have them die. I hate investing my time and energy into something for nothing. Seriously making me want to give up on roleplayer guild.
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Giffy rounded the thicket to meet up with Rem. Another bolt thudded against the trunk of the tree. Rem, not a true soldier, winced ever so slightly at the impact. The reasonable thing was that they could be trying to cover their heavier fellow with the big axe so he could close the gap or flank the rest of Cross' squad. That wouldn't be good. Whatever tactics they were using if they kept it up they would overwhelm the squad by numbers.

"Good to see you." Rem said quickly. He examined the limp. Not taking any extra time, he went through his satchel and pulled out a pre-made poultice. "Hold steady and stay still. This might sting." He moved the cut pants out of the way and slipped the bandage over. It would sting like hell for a moment before feeling great. Rem closed his eyes and placed a gentle hand over the portion that held the herbs. A soft yellow glow surrounded the hand, emitting a quiet and peaceful hum that was barely audible amidst the clash of weapons and mix of war cries. Just like his magic enhanced foliage to move to his advantage this too would increase in its capacity and speed to mend and heal.

Rem exhaled slowly before lifting the hand and leaning back against the tree. The orcs were getting really close. He needed to move before he was pinned. "Stay out of sight. Help me if you can. I'll peel them away from you." He plotted. With little time, he sprinted out. Rem moved through the trees and thickets in a circular pattern so he wouldn't stray too far from the group but would still be able to make distance from the orcs. He still had some mana left to exhaust for this fight but he needed to save it for just the right moment. Surely the orcs would continue being obedient to their bellowing leader and give chase.
Essentially if enemies are being directed by another person don't auto-hit them. Launch attacks, you can make them clever or difficult to dodge but nonetheless leave the reactions (what happens to them, if they are are hit, etc.) to them.
How do you like Rem's support position? I haven't tried something like this before. It's actually fun to imagine for him.
I look forward to more.
The infuriated orc that fixated himself on Rem was quickly intercepted by Sasha. Rem grinned. The Suldan's home wasn't the battlefield yet this battlefield was very advantageous to him and the rest of the group. Rem made himself wary of the crossbowmen moving on Sal's position. Perhaps his call for a deadly shot put his friend in a precarious position. Sal had called his faithful companion to his side. It was a good thing to have for an escape but it would not do for either of them to take any hits from those crossbows.

At the same time it seemed that Giffy was cornered. Like a cat in a tree pawing at a dog below. Sure, berserkers were suicidal but it looked like the crazed orc would find another way to pluck him from the branches. If Rem hadn't stayed near the back he would not have noticed both cases. Sal or Giffy? He wasn't going to choose. This would be tiring but worth keeping either from unnecessary injury.

Rem drew in a calming and deep breath. Despite the adrenaline he needed to focus on the rhythm of life coursing through the ground. "Don't fail me now Sasha." He whispered. "Ernal Finno.." Came the silent words. Several of the strong roots that coursed from the very tree snapped out to grasp the berserker. Just moments later as Rem shifted his gaze to Sal the roots shifted up to provide him effective cover to mount Icon and move out of the bad position.

With an exasperated sigh Rem leaned against the tree. Before allowing any projectiles to hit him from pissed off orcs he took cover behind it, taking steady breaths to help ward off the expulsion of mana.
I'm going to have to try doing that. Seems like a fun way to make a bio instead of a boring "this is what happened" history.
That's fine.
Rem mentally pictured the positioning of the orcs and took the initiative. Those few of the green skins that hadn't reached the front yet he targeted, careful to not entrap his own charging allies. "Unro Dagoon.." He whispered. The dirt quickly became sodden and sticky, making passage into battle difficult on the enemy. "Ernal Finno.."

The warriors and the defender would be caught in the middle of his trap long enough to leave them completely open. The roots and vines moved for him to grasp the orcs and hold them in the mud. "Sal!" He pointed his free hand toward those stuck. "Take them while they're vulnerable!" Of any of the three, the defender had the most likely chance of advancing unscathed.
Jusut noticed that? Noticed what?@Kojashi28
Rem clapped Silus on the shoulder from behind. "I would suggest a diversion. The odds aren't in our favor. So let's change that. If we can divide the group in the camp we'll be able to take them all out most efficiently and finish those that return in the same fashion. It will give us some much needed breathing room and still satisfy Tyr's desire to soak his blade."

It was an effective plan. Divide and conquer. "All that would be left to choose is who will provide the diversion. Most of us have the skills to do so. Fen and Sal are both quick enough to get back to us before the orcs. It's your call, Silus."
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