Psyker Landshark

SPIRITUM

Kalina Kovalic

At least she didn't have to try to parallel park the truck. Kalina was a pilot, not a miracle worker. Still, she pulled in, parked, and was out the door, locking up behind her once everyone was out.

"Hm?" Kalina shifted her gaze to Gerard briefly before sweeping her vision across the area around them, trying to make sure they weren't being watched or followed as they walked along. "Sure. I need to let him know I got his gift finally, anyway. And to tell him about Ivan."

Twenty minutes passed. They made it to the agreed-upon drop off. By the time they were inside, Kalina felt more at home than she had been since graduation. Finally, they were back in a military setting. A temporary respite from dealing with civilian concerns like they had back in Sapple Springs.

"Keep moving." Kalina poked Colette in the back, prodding her along. "The quicker we're done here, the better it is for everyone involved." Well, exceptt maybe the princess. But it wasn't as if Kalina gave a damn about her.

Iris Ascendis

Probably tomorrow, I'm playing catchup on another post tonight.

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Lady Safina Haliel

She'd only just finished with the capon and the first steak when the guard's alert came. Safina resisted the urge to sigh. Couldn't even enjoy a full meal before being thrown back in the thick of it. And she'd have to change her garments back, too. Should have just ate in the city, free fine dining be damned.

Safina waited for the guard to leave before rising as Elysabeth did, nodding in response to her orders.

"Understood. Stay on your guard, Countess. These seem like tactics I would use, were I in a position to subvert Hathforth. In any case, I'll go rally my people."

Thirty minutes later, those of the Concord within Hathforth assembled within one of the keeps' hidden hallways. Clad in full combat leathers and chain, Safina swept her gaze over the dozen or so assassins gathered.

"Alright, people. Seems we have competition. If they're after the vault, they're going to have more than a few surprises waiting for them. Defensive positions, every party favor we have. You all know what to do."

Resolute nods and stoic salutes followed before the assembled assassins dispersed, starting to set up traps and ambush positions. Before long, the passage leading to the Wizard-Queen's vault was a veritable killbox, traps both mundane and magical littering it, with a dozen hardened assassins waiting in ambush beside.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

@The Otter @Click This

"And you used to be such a good boy." Kayliss remarked dryly at Esben's last words, her expression unflappable. "Ordinarily, I'd call your bluff. But I doubt you've suddenly learned to lie after Dhinas knows how long of refusing to."

She left them with their own thoughts for a moment, taking the time to build pressure silently before continuing on.

"Fine. Mind you, I was going to allow you to stay regardless. I just wanted to hear if you had any reasoning first. In any case, continue with your current mission. But with one caveat: once you're finished with the crystal here in Drana, do whatever it takes to convince your party to pivot southward for Skael next. Overseer's orders. Your nation has need of the services of you and your fellows past the Wind Crystal."

Kayliss rose from her seat, tucking her timepiece away.

"By the time you reach Skael, the Overseer's authority will ensure the border guards recognize you. You'll have no problems entering. Once you do, find me in Solitude. Mathiassen, you know how to. If you happen to die before then, reporting to Baramoux's office will be fine as an alternative. Further orders will come once you're in-country. Am I understood?"

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@VitaVitaAR @vietmyke @HereComesTheSnow

"Where is he? Well, that's a great question, innit?" The highwayman Robin had her sword to resisted the urge to gulp, a bead of sweat dripping down his neck from the threat of imminent death. "Because, see, we rightly don't know that."

"Probably be doing a damn sight better if we were." Another to his side chimed in helpfully, trying to bail his friend out of this situation he'd found himself in. "Just up and disappeared on us one night after a raid, nigh on fifteen...twenty years ago? Been too long fer us to remember proper, you see."

"Think it might've been seventeen or eighteenish." The last bandit piped up. "Went by Ardor Fey. Hard man, worse than th' rest of us. Taught most of us his sword skills back in the day. Used to be part of the Shilage expeditionary corps, we all were. But eh, man in charge, Lord Istvan, didn't exactly like that our unit captain deserted. Blamed us fer it. So we might've did a spot of desertion before he could think up any inventive punishment or throw us into a meatgrinder first. Been going about this cross the continent since then, really."

A beat.

"So...ye happy wit' that? Cause I'll be honest here, my arse is halfway to clenching as it is. Kill me, an' I'll probably be shittin' meself all over yer boots."

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

The poleaxe bit deeply into wood, and Renar smiled beneath his helmet. More fragile than he'd thought. Good. The less time spent on this sideshow, the better. Arken's words carried over to where he was. A weak point, eh? Even better. All that remained was to find it, while not getting killed.

Renar backstepped along the wooden serpent's body as it rampaged, keeping a step ahead of the gnarled claws chasing him. Wide sweeps of his poleaxe eliminated his animate pursuers while the others did as much damage as they could. The instant he got a second to breathe, the Bastard of Brias stopped his retreat and braced his knees, vaulting over the wood chasing him with a forward leap, a flourish of his weapon even severing some more claws below him along the way. He landed well past where the claws had kept moving, and started to dash forward, now outright outrunning his pursuers.

A cry of exertion had Renar plunging the axe head of his polearm along the animated sentry's back, and he kept it in as he continued to charge, outright dragging the axe head along in splitting open the upper portion of its back as he ran along it. If the heart was shifting, he'd run it down enough for Fionn to eliminate it.

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Yes, and?

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

I'll get something up by tomorrow night

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

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Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

@Raineh Daze @Ithradine

Miina's statement had the Gardener chuckle, shaking his head.

"All the healers you could have picked in the continent's capital of white magic, and you pick her? Sounds like a waste of the poor woman's time, when she could be doing real work out there. And how about you, tin man? Anything to add to that-"

Arton's revelation had the rotund bastard flinch, recoiling in revulsion.

"Ye gods, man! Get some damned bandages on that, at least!" It took a second or two for him to calm down enough to continue further, awkwardly clearing his throat.

"Ahem. Well. That's more like it, at least. Some literal skin in the game. Thirty thousand, and I'll tell you exactly what you need if it gets you out of my humble abode before you turn into some shambling Blight horror."

A far more reasonable sum. Still not exactly money to be throwing away, but they could at least more than afford this one.

Iris Ascendis

Iraleth Kyrios

Well, well. Wasn't this convenient? And here she'd thought it would be something of a task to get in contact with the Headmaster. Regardless, this was exactly what Iraleth wanted in the first place. And so she simply nodded to Raja, motioning for her to come along.

"She's still unconscious. And delirious. If you would follow me, Headmaster."

Iraleth led Raja back to where Ciara was, stopping just before opening the curtains that would reveal her. Facing away from Raja and towards the bed that the witch laid in, Iraleth bit her lip briefly before turning around.

"Headmaster. Before you enact any final judgement, a word, if you would?" Really, what was she doing? This was a foolish idea. But she owed it to everyone involved that Ciara was condemned on her own lack of merit, rather than association with the other one.

"What happened to the other Umbralist? The one that we fought before the Undermage stepped in? If nothing else, Ciara and that one weren't working together. She actively helped to save Davil from him. Numerous though her faults may be, she at least didn't seem to be affiliated with the greater threat."