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Faraday pauses in the middle of the routine, dropping a foot earlier than expected, sending Tesla scrambling to avoid it. The musician gives a huge grin at Sonia's compliment, "Well, it's not the first time I've cast under pressure!" He hefts his guitar as Tesla climbs up his slashed robes to take his place on the man's shoulder, "First time with this, though. Guess all that strict training my master put me through paid off, even if he was a stuck up old windbag!"

Tesla gives a sage nod and crosses its arms with a "Pi..." in agreement.

"In all honesty, Tesla here did a great job himself!" Faraday cheers, patting the pichu's head. "I've only ever seen him that brave once before, during our final exam!" The electric mouse waves the praise away modestly. "And from what I saw, I hope we run into a charging Rhydon. Watching you stop it cold's going to be a treat!"

Faraday gives a broad grin and readies his guitar, "What do you say, Tesla, bruv? Run through the routine once or twice before heading out?" The pichu hops down to the ground and gives a determined nod. A few warm up cords later, the energetic duo are dancing just outside the gate, the tiny electric mouse darting deftly between the musician's choreographed feet.

Faraday and Tesla don't roll out of bed until the scent of breakfast reaches their noses. The still awakening musician carries his trusty guitar out to the table, forgetting his slashed robes. Luckily his faithful companion seems to have him covered, the tiny Pichu, sporting it's own ragged black robe drapes the larger garment over the body of Faraday's instrument to be carried out.

Once fully awake, fed, and his robe is once again donned, Faraday makes his last minute purchases, a revive and a couple of bandages, and waits by the gate for the others.

"That's kind of you, Oleg! I say we give Svetlana's curatives some time to work, pack up, enjoy another night in a proper bed, a warm meal, and set out in the morning, aye?" Faraday looks to the others for their opinion as Tesla gives a contented and derpy smile at the thought of not setting out into the scary wilderness just yet.

"Well the bandits expect them back in a couple days. Any longer and they'll get suspicious, right?" Faraday comments, resting a hand against the poulticed bandage healing his side. "If we play our cards right, we might be able to catch them off guard, or alternatively whittle them by taking out their search party before sieging the fort."

"Which pokemon was it?" Faraday asks curiously, standing up to join the others in speaking with the guard captain. He catches a quick look at the necklace, "That's an angry looking Stantler. If it was supposed to look tough, you'd think it'd look like something scarier like a Houndoom or something."

"It's a guitar, actually, and a magical focus," Faraday chimes in, looking his instrument over curiously and gives a satisfied nod when he finds it in perfect condition.

"What's to know? Knock an arrow, aim an' pull, aye?" Faraday says with a grin, taking a seat on the benches and examining the laceration in his side and the bruise forming on his shoulder. He gives Tesla a gentle head rub and locates a bump. "Svetlana, I think Odo and we are gonna need some of that healing touch you mentioned yesterday..."

Faraday watches Happs collapse and turns to watch the last bandit surrender. He gives a large grin and hefts his guitar to rest on his shoulder only to seethe in pain as it clunks against the bruise starting to form from the last punch. He decides to simply carry it in his right hand as he offer his left to Tesla, allowing his partner to climb up to his other shoulder. "Oleg! Svetlana! We did it! Bring some rope!"

Seems cool to me! I can only use Sing once per scene, so once everything wakes up, there's no reason to worry, other than the twice per day limit on Electric Terrain.

Tesla spots the Bandit closing in and carefully hops onto the bench beside the table before continuing his thunderous vengeance on the paralyzed bowman.

AC: 1d20 ⇒ 4
Damage: 2d6 + 8 + 11 + 5 ⇒ (1, 3) + 8 + 11 + 5 = 28

"Leave some for me, Bruv!" Faraday shouts in a crazed rush, recklessly charging around the bandit to bring his electrically charged and audibly enhanced guitar down with an overhand chop onto the hapless Happs as well.

AC: 1d20 ⇒ 12
Damage: 2d6 + 8 + 13 + 5 ⇒ (3, 6) + 8 + 13 + 5 = 35

If the bandit's melee AoO hits me he's automatically paralyzed due to my Static Ability

You have a hand net? That might come in handy in the future.

Tesla watches in horror as Faraday takes an arrow (graze) to the side before angrily charging at the bowman with a vengeful, "CHUUUUUU!" And let loose another powerful shock of thunder and thrashing sound waves at the fleeing man.

AC: 1d20 ⇒ 20
Damage: 2d6 + 8 + 11 + 5 ⇒ (2, 5) + 8 + 11 + 5 = 31
Crit: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (4, 4) + 8 = 16

Faraday grimaces in pain before giving a determined grin and thrashing on his guitar, creating another wave of sonic magic empowering his surrounding allies in the violent resonance, along with a second, dampening pulse.

Activating Song of Might again plus Song of Life for +5 Damage and +5 Damage Reduction to the good guys!

Oh, that sucks, man. I can't imagine getting up that early on the regular.

Tesla falters slightly seeing then devastating hit the Yanma took. It clings tightly to Faraday's robes as the man gleefully moves himself into position in front of the group of bandits. He brings his guitar to bear, but instead of the harsh screech of dangerous electricity, the crackling 'strings' of lightning produce a gentle reverberating melody. The music seems to cause two effects, the first causing the bandits and their pokemon to fall asleep on their feet, and the second creating visible, violent sound waves to surround himself and Tesla.

Sing
AC: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Emboldened by his trainer's bravado (and the fact the dangerous men were now dozing off) Tesla hops off Faraday's shoulders and targets the poochyena with an arching blast of electricity. The dark puppy would be violently woken up as the thunder hits, followed shortly by the harsh waves of distorted music, and be left paralyzed with aftershocks.

Thunder Shock
AC: 1d20 ⇒ 20
Damage: 2d6 + 8 + 11 ⇒ (4, 6) + 8 + 11 = 29
Crit: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (2, 2) + 8 = 12
Total 41 plus 5 for the Song of Might for 46 damage

Faraday seems to be the heavy sleeper of the group, sprawled out over his bed with the blanket bunched up at the foot of the mattress. Tesla lay curled up on his bare chest, snoozing soundly until it shocks not only itself but the musician awake as well at a hint of a nightmare. The two roll out of bed with a crash, the guitar propped against the frame falling on Faraday's head. "Oi, bruv..."

The two push themselves up to their feet and don their slashed robes in unison. As Faraday trudges his way out of the building with a yawn and his guitar dragging along behind him, Tesla scurries up the instrument and his arm to plop himself on the man's shoulder to catch a bit more rest.

"Ah, damn, we'll have to do without," Faraday mutters, quickly wracking his brain for any more ideas to give them an easier time come morning. Unable to come up with anything else, he re-'strings' his guitar and leads Tesla out for a bit of training as well, though to an outside observer it would seem more like a busker routine with the tiny pichu tumbling and flipping to the freestyled guitar solo, complete with ducking and weaving through the musician's feet.

Tesla gives a flinch of fright at the flexing drilbur and pulls its minicoat over its head to hide as Faraday glances at the stable with a nod, "That could work alright..." He stands up and starts to tour the outpost curiously, the desperate pichu hopping off the table and climbing up the guitar hanging from the musician's back to reach its perch on his shoulder.

After a quick once over, he pulls a cart into the makeshift alley west of the gate beside the barn, intent on using it to bar the bandit's from a quick get away by shoving it in the way of the doors. "Oi, Svetlana, do you guys usually do something specific with the supplies the bandits take? I was thinking getting one or two to enter that tiny building there to get the loot would help us keep some of 'em seperated from the fight."

Faraday scratches his chin in contemplation. "I could probably try that, but what if we pulled a few boards from the back wall off and nailed 'em back on once everything's done?" He asks. Tesla finishes licking the spoon clean and sets it into the bowl, turning to listen to the talk of training and gripping at Faraday's robes.

The musician gives the yellow mouse a pat on the head, "It'd probably be a good idea to get some practice in, bruv, but I won't make you suffer through dueling a Drilbur. Don't worry."

How difficult would hiding on the roof be?

"I'd be happy knowing the fight is as unfair as possible," Faraday muses, "Find a way to divide and conquer. I know a song or two that might be able to put a few of them out of commission temporarily, but the more options, the better I'll feel." He runs a hand through his hair, Tesla mimicing the motion by folding back an ear. "Does the barn have a back door? Something we could sneak out of to get behind 'em rather than just charging out the front?"

"Tents would be good, but I don't think we should tire ourselves out tonight," Faraday debates, "If we're expecting those bandits first thing in the morning, we'll want our pokemon well rested. We don't exactly have a Center on hand, and we don't want to squander what potions we have."

He pushes aside his bowl, a few spoonfuls of stew still left over for Tesla to enjoy. "It might be worth spending some time setting the outpost up to give us an edge, though. Any ideas?"

Faraday idly plays along with Svetlana's hummed tune as he waits for the more personable of their hosts to serve the offered stew, listening idly to the stern man's complaints. "Didn't the charter say something about bandits on it?" He asks of no one in particular. Tesla gives a soft, "Chu," of agreement.

As a bowl is set beside him, Faraday lets the guitar hang by its strap and helps himself to the first spoonful, offering the second to his pichu. "I'm sure we can convince 'em to let well enough alone. One way or another."

As the group approaches the closed gate, Faraday steps to the front, pausing his idle strumming to slide his fingers along the electric 'strings' of his guitar, producing a noticeable almost otherworldly whine from the instrument to announce their arrival. "Oi, There! This is Oleg's, yeah? We're representatives of the Swordlords! We've been told we're expected!"

As the curious Mareep approaches, the pichu grabs at Faraday's hair. The musician gives a laugh, "Oh, don't be so worried, it wants to be friends." He carefully deposits the shy electric mouse to a pocket on the slashed robes, closer to Ohmvi. Tesla peeks his head out, ears springing up as it gives its reply, "Chu... Pichu..."

Faraday takes a curious look through the gifted tome curiously, Tesla on his shoulder glancing down at the pages as well. "Is this thing supposed to be mostly blank?" He stops on a page displaying information on pichu and gives a scoff, "Unskilled... This thing thinks you can't hold a charge." As the tiny yellow pokemon tilts its head in curiosity, its pointy ear taps Faraday's, earning a jolt to the both of them. "Oi! Careful, bruv." The eccentric mage reaches up to give his partner a pat on the head as he stores the book in his slashed open robes.

He turns to examine the rest of the group curiously, grinning, "So I don't think we had a good chance to properly introduce ourselves, what with the racket. I'm Faraday Heartsong, and this is Tesla." The electric mouse gives a tiny wave from its perch before the fire haired man continues, "We'll be providing the 'energy' from now on, whether that be a motivating jolt or an uplifting song." At the mention of music, he shifts the sleek black guitar into his hand and 'strings' it with lightning and a distorted note.

Occult Ed is for Arcane Training, which allows me to use my Arcane Weapon to use my SpAtk for Struggles. I also plan on picking up Arcanist later. I'll take a look at Tesla, though.

EDIT: My Base Relations are fine for Tesla, his order is Spd=SpAtk>SpDef>HP=Atk=Def. As long as my HP isn't highter than my SpDef or my SpDef isn't higher than my SpAtk, my stats are legal.

Aww and I found a great one on the first page.