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THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

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It's Early Afternoon right now. On the back of Daisy, Clive could probably make it there and back by Evening haha. That girl is the fastest horse in Mytheria and I believe Clive's an exceptional rider.

@xenon

I second this 👍

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@Tally Dor yeah but I have to do some refining to the idea.

SKIBIDI BADABADOO

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

After the next post I'll get to writing again I'm really sorry for being such a slack off

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@Guardian Angel Haruki you can get the post up I'm sorry I've been missing things just been rather busy with things this week.

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

Kay, so in all honesty we are in absolutely no shape to fight we should get that out of the way, some of us are more injured then others. So the options regarding any kind of chance we proceed and fight or sneak I am against I want to offer something however, Clive could ride to Cherrad to request reinforcement.

Daisy is faster than any horse, and it could be the best bet to getting help. So I vote for option 5 but offer an alternate, possibly turn around make camp while some of us go to get reinforcements

World of Light

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Location: Sandswept Sky (Gerudo Town)
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Trudging through the vast, arid expanse that stretched out before him Osvald's journey was not going as planned. Sweat trickled down his forehead, soaking his clothes and making every step a battle against fatigue.

The scholar's chest stung from the heat and glistened with drops of sweat as he crested a dune, Osvald squinted against the relentless glare of the sun it's light and heat bearing down on him.

With the inner part of his forearm the scholar wiped his brow, breathing heavily he thought to himself fatalistically ‘I wonder if the heat is beginning to play tricks with my mind.’ pushing the rim of his thin spectacles up the bridge of his nose, Osvald descended the side of the dune catching a glimmer of a far off light shimmering like a mirage in the distance.

’Hm, the light is no illusion.’ the scholar's determined stride forward through the sand and loose rocks picked up, Osvald's worn leather boots sinking into the sand with each step.

“Oh…Good.” uttered the exhausted scholar.

The light indeed hadn't been a trick of the eye, but the light shining on the towns sheer sandstone walls carved out of the rock, Osvald heaving a great sigh of relief tired stumbled his way past the large open entrance after he sauntered past the couple guards, met by the lively sound of a busy bazaar filled with the sound of hawkers selling foodstuffs, tactiles and the like.

Gerudo and others alike - of all shapes and sizes, gave the disheveled looking traveler erelong glances of mixed degrees from suspicion to disgust at the man looking much like a vagabond with his clothing ragged and dirty. Osvald cared little of how others perceived him so long as it was of no importance or consequence.

’Now to find the others, it…Shouldn't be that difficult.’ considering that half of the Seeker's were not even remotely human nor very quiet Osvald considered finding them to not prove too difficult though where to start he knew not.

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@rush99999

Bros living the dream

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

^@Teyao

Clive's mind wandered back to his recent and sudden resurrection, the memories of his battle with Zigmund still fresh in his mind. He rubbed his chin, feeling the stubble that had grown since his rebirth. It was a miracle he was even alive, and he knew it. But the cost of that miracle still lingered, a weight in his chest that he couldn't shake.

He gazed out at the passing landscape once the cart started moving, his attention turned to James, who seemed to be acting different since the fight. Clive's curiosity got the better of him, and he spoke up in his smooth, southern drawl.

"James, what's eatin' at ya, boy? You look like you've lost your last marble." the southerners eyes narrowed as he studied James' distant expression. He remembered the fight against Zigmund, and how James had invoked some weird magic before he started acting odd.

Clive's mind raced with possibilities - what had James gotten himself into? And what did it have to do with his strange behavior now? But then he leaned back crossing his arms, shrugging "Call it friendly intuition but it just seems like somethings been eating at you boy, you don't got to say anything though." the broad shouldered man leaned back, returning his gaze to the passing countryside with a slight smile.

"Well, whatever it is just take care of yourself ya hear? Don't want you losing your head like that Zigmund did." he told James, offering the man a bit of friendly words and a jab at the dead ninja.

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Honorary Mentions just to let my original peeps know of the potential revival