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I'm pretty damn tired so I'm not sure I can reply tonight. Might have to be tomorrow.
Allant Oestaer


Allant turned his head to Sybille as she harrumphed, grimacing a bit. He hated seeing the young woman (he couldn't refer to her as anything else due to the juxtaposition of her face and chest) frustrated, he knew how terrible being forced into a life like this was. Still, she didn't seem to have any other skills. Like him, she was stuck here for the reasonable future. He willfully switched gears as Stephan spoke to Yui and accepted Allant and Pox's bet, though he wanted to raise the stakes. As Allant thought it over, Jing expressed his surprise at the two's betting with a notorious cheat. Still, Stephan didn't know the desert like Allant did, he was confident enough he had the better odds.

"Sure, I'll double down. To our future fortunes indeed, Prince Pox." Allant responded, though he had no intention of lifting the nearest object for a cheer. he didn't actually have any gold on him though; He had spent the last of his pay on purple paint, and he'd be damned if the harsh winds here spilled the bloody expensive stuff out onto the sands. He did always keep with him mementos of his Orc-slaying adventures; Souls Stones were just as acceptable as gold in more remote places, and worth more for their weight. Digging through his pouch, Allant pulled out a few of the rocks of various colors, his collateral just like Pox had posted.

"I'll need you to accept some different payment as well, even if it is just Soul Stones. I assume that's alright with you, Stephan?"
@AtomicNut I was writing up a post and I realized I had never looked at Sybille's appearance. I don't think she looks much like 18 considering her... assets. Any reason you chose that particular picture friend :P? also if you have the source of that artist id appreciate it wink wink



Posted! I hope Pox and Allant become good friends, Allant could use some positivity in his life.
Allant Oestaer


The Dread Desert. Indeed Allant had been dreading his return to this place, that was an apt word for it. The desert was dirty, hot, and literally sickening, and beyond that he had spent far too much time here already; He felt his luck in the area was about run out. Still, he was glad he had went in a way. He knew this desert well, and if there was a man to be saved a Mirino would help with that. There were also new recruits that he had to acquaint himself with; It would be best to do so against enemies he knew by heart.

For now they had stopped though, an oasis was a rare thing in the desert (especially one without an entire tribe of savage orcs guarding it) so they'd to best to fill their waterskins up and rest. Especially as it seemed a few of the Irregulars weren't familiar with the intense heat of the dunes Gwendolyn and Shion took first watch just in case any orcs had actually set themselves up near the fountain, while everyone else relaxed and prepared for the journey ahead. With the others taking care of water and dinner, and without his art supplies, there wasn't much he could do but talk.

Stephan, ever cavalier about life, bet on the noble's. 50 coin that he was dead. It'd be foolish to bet against it, considering he was a month late for his little 'appointment.' But then that wasn't the question was it? That the expedition team was slaughtered was a certainty, but for at least one man to survive was good odds, and for that one man to be a well-trained noble? Even better. Only Pox seemed to realize this, so Allant pitched in as well.

"I'm with the Prince. With men like him walking around, nobles are a lot harder to kill. What do you say, Pox? 25 from the both of us on Stephan's 50?" Allant asked the doctor, gently tipping the filtered water he had gathered into his waterskin. Though Allant didn't have much experience with Apothecaries personally, his 'father' swore by them. He was a damn noble too, he deserved the aid of an apothecary as well, and he'd use it!
@AtomicNut Well, she still looks and says she is about a decade younger than he is, so he'd probably treat her with more sensitivity than he does the others, whether she appreciates it or not.

EDIT: Oh yeah I'll post when I get home
Assuming Allant knows Jenramo's story, hes mostlikely envious of the man, having gotten to choose to fight rather than it being forced on him, though he does appreciate the man's respect for the dead and their memory. He probably pities the abtisocial little kid the group drags around, wishing she had a life to turn to other than monster slaying. I assume thats okay with the both of you, @AtomicNut & @RoccanIronclad?
@Pyromania99 So, will the first post be everyone responding to the letter and going to Jormungandr headquarters for the first time? Or will everyone have been there for a day or so and they respond to a mission?
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