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Kayliss Lambert


Cadmon's words revealed that there wasn't anything of substance for her. Not yet, at least. Disappointing, but not entirely unexpected. It was at least refreshing to hear that someone wanted to make good use of a valuable asset for once. Not to disparage her actual superior here, but the thought still lingered in her brain. Still, she couldn't exactly fault Lady Hraesleg for that. The line of reasoning was obvious enough.

"Perhaps. But I doubt I'll be given the honor of cutting the head off the snake. Our objective here will always be at least partially political until the Lions are foremost in the realm. Sending an assassin to take care of matters quickly and quietly is counterproductive to that regard. At best, I might be used to soften them up somewhat. A lieutenant or two would serve, to say nothing of their supplies."

Kayliss shrugged, seeming unbothered at that. While the lack of opportunity for her personally wasn't very exciting, there was still the big picture to consider for the nation as a whole. As it stood, the Steel Princess had her support given that she was one of the few forces in the realm taking proactive measures against dangers to it as a whole. Not that Kayliss would be fickle or disloyal enough to betray the girl unless she did something treasonous. A Crownsblade had better convictions than that. But she still had a conversation to continue. Or what passed of one with a surly tactician barely into his manhood, at least.

"In any case, where is that massive brute that advises you? I'd have thought he'd be at your side."
Ranbu no Izayoi


Years of training and battlefield experience allowed Izayoi the luxury of keeping an eye on her companions even as she evaded and turned aside the blades of the Valheim soldiers assailing her. The rogue was struggling against even one soldier, but at least he managed to prevail in the end. The raider to her left overcommitted in his strike, and Izayoi took full advantage of his error, narrowly evading to the side before plunging the tip of her blade into his shoulder.

Izayoi frowned as he stumbled back and she was forced to stay on the defense, madly dodging and parrying three more strikes in response. This wasn't so much of a challenge, per se, as it was frustrating. Were she closer to her former speed, these men would be nothing more than rust on her sword by now. But as it stood, she didn't have much of an opening to even cast a Haste spell on herself and approach that level of swiftness. Gods, but her master would be disappointed to see the state Izayoi was in now.

Fortunately, the Faye mage proved his worth in short order and electrified every single soldier in the room, save for the one she'd knocked back but moments prior. That soldier seemed to gape at his compatriots being eliminated so easily, but before he could gather himself, Izayoi rushed forward, knocking the man's blade from his hands with her own sword before raising her sandaled foot to kick into his chestplate, knocking him through the door he came through and stumbling out towards the doorway. She didn't let up, leaping forward and slamming the soldier into the hallway, landing with her mounted on top of his prone form, katana pointed at his throat. A quick glance at the surrounding area revealed no immediate threats, and thus she felt secure enough to conduct an impromptu interrogation.

"Answer well, and you may live to see the morrow." Izayoi snarled, the tip of her sword pricking where she knew it would find purchase and drawing blood. "Where can I find your commanding officer? I would have words with him."
Kayliss Lambert


Strangely enough, life as a Lion had been far less eventful than life as a Crownsblade in her months of service thus far, even with the border tensions. Then again, Kayliss had overheard some of the veterans saying war was at least half waiting. Kayliss could wait, certainly. But even having patience didn't stop the waiting from being monotonous. She'd not been tapped to be a scout this time, so she was simply waiting around camp, taking a seat as she did another check on her weaponry. Her crossbow, knives, shortsword, and dagger all proved themselves to be in good condition, just as they had been the last time she made this check but mere hours ago.

Social activity wasn't much of an option, either. Certainly, Kayliss was familiar with at least a few members of their force. Some even rather high up. But word had gotten around that she was an assassin of some sort, and thus the common soldiery was rather leery of interacting with her. Fortunately, whoever had been responsible for that information leak didn't bring up the Crownsblades at all, or there would be far more cause for concern. Her working theory was that Lady Velvetica, who was one of the very few that knew all the details of her story, mentioned her status as an assassin off-hand at some point, and it had spread. At least she knew not to mention the fact that the throne of Velt had an otherwise secret organization of shadowy killers. An organization that was shattered now. A frown marred her face at the thought, and how she was no closer to an answer after several months.

Just then, she was interrupted by one of the aforementioned acquaintances she knew. Cadmon Demet. A decent sort for a lord, even if he was barely a man. Still, from what Kayliss had gathered on the moody earl, well, she had good reason to believe he had rather poor reasons to be so sullen all the time. Regardless, it wouldn't quite do to antagonize him without reason.

"Earl Demet." Kayliss nodded back, her ponytail waving behind her as a slight breeze kicked up. "Am I to receive orders, then? Is there a target?" At least, she hoped it was a chance to get back out into the field. Goddesses help both her dwindling patience and Cadmon should this turn out to be something especially foolish.
Valerie Durand


What a shitshow. She hadn't found Roche at all, and her roommate just randomly showed back up in the dorms with no recollection of where she'd been or what had happened to her. Just great. Mina and Miles had found Roche before Valerie managed to, it seemed. Although judging by Miles's crap excuse, there was something else going on behind the scenes there. Seriously, tree bark against his face in the moonlight? Who the hell thought that passed for an alibi? Besides her entire dorm, apparently, that was.

Speaking of her dorm, it burning down really didn't help her mood. Most of Valerie's stuff was replaceable, and she'd managed to snag her deck with her upon exiting the burning building. But her autographed Chazz Princeton posters were absolutely priceless. Those were a limited-edition online order, damn it! So she wasn't exactly the happiest of campers at the moment. Literally, considering they were stuck sharing tents outside the Slifer dorm grounds now. Really, the past few days had been an absolute god damn mess. So here she was, hanging out with Roche as they huddled around a small fire pit, grilling some sausages.

"Well, I'm glad you're alright, at least." Valerie murmured to her roommate as she slowly rotated their food over the makeshift grill. "Sorry I didn't get to actually meet your dad, by the way. That just...wasn't really a great day for it. Seriously, you don't remember a single thing about what happened with you disappearing?" She paused. "You talk to that Miles kid at all?"
Dragan Meszaros


Giles's reaction told Dragan all he needed to. The man had no knowledge of what was going on down here. Good. Dragan at least somewhat approved of the man. He was simply trying to keep his own people alive, something that the Death Knight wasn't exactly unfamiliar with. A good man, thrust into a nearly impossible situation. Whatever suspicions the headman had towards him were more than warranted. And likely justified, considering some of the company he traveled in. What he said further was cause for much greater concern, though.

The Society? Elena had spied something related to...whatever that organization was, back in the city. Before she'd most likely passed on. This was the second time they'd come across this group, now. Their status in relation to Ichor's brood was still unknown, but whatever they were, they were at least able to pass as human, if what Giles said was any indication. Dragan paused, trying to remember what exactly Elena had said about them, before the memory ran through his head.

"These 'Society' people. What were their names? Was either a Rykard or Rhea? Of the three, how did they behave while they were within the village? Moreover, what does your village know of this city, exactly?" He added the last one on as an afterthought. It would be good to know exactly what was said of Alavaris in the centuries that had passed. Judging by what little Giles had said of it already, it would seem prudent to not mention they had come from there originally.
Renar Hagen


Renar would have sassed Fionn further, but it seemed the time for levity was over. Tyaethe's proposal was something that he wholeheartedly agreed with: any shift in momentum was to be taken at this point. Ever since the initial attempt, all the Iron Rose and the Crown Knights had been doing was responding. They couldn't depend on the squadron sent into the mausoleum to take care of everything, or even survive. Moving the princesses was a reasonable precaution, so long as it was done with absolute stealth and haste. The plan could backfire should the enemy catch wind of it, but that risk could be mitigated should they commit immediately and catch the crown's enemies flat-footed.

Moreover, Sir Adeforth's hesitation rankled at Renar. Why? Because clearly, the old man was too hung up on the princesses' rightful place to look at facts and reason. Had Renar thought any less of the commander, he'd assume that Adeforth was more concerned about the Iron Rose butting in and stealing glory from the Crown Knights, but this wasn't his brother. If nothing else, Sir Adeforth legitimately had the royals' interest in mind. It was just that his view conflicted with reality in this case.

"Highnesses. Sir Adeforth." Renar stepped forward, hoping that he could swap their opinions. "If I may, my fellow knights and the Court Mage speak true. This is our one chance to catch the foe off-guard. Should the necromancer escape the knights sent to the crypts, the safety of the crown is paramount. Everything we've seen tonight indicates that they have only made plans to assault you within the confines of your home. If we move swiftly and quietly, they'll be none the wiser about the switch. Princesses, every knight of Candaeln will do their utmost to ensure that your stay will be as comfortable as possible should you agree. Please do consider this." One last idea came to his mind, even as he spoke. Renar sideeyed Tyaethe before his gaze shifted to the younger royal.

"And besides, Princess Maletha." He softened his gaze as best as he was able. Likely not very well, by his own estimate. Renar wasn't exactly the best at dealing with children, outside of his younger brother. But an attempt had to be made. "Wouldn't you like the chance to converse further with Dame Tyaethe? She does live there, you know. And could even show you her chambers."
Nakano Nagi


"How you die?" Nagi raised an eyebrow, deciding to humor the abrasive nerd. In the meantime, she glanced at the response she'd gotten back from Nozomi, immediately followed by coordinates from their handlers. Well, at least she knew where to go now. "Well, one of two things, usually. First doesn't happen often, and it probably shouldn't to you since we got to you first, but sometimes people just have what's basically a mental shutdown. Ain't pretty. Second is-"

The world shifted. It happened again. Nagi stilled, looking around for a brief moment before tucking her phone away. Shit, shit, shit. This was bad. Both she and Nozomi had to lug around civilians during this shift, while looking for three more. This...wasn't going to be pretty.

"God damn it." She groaned, thumbing her Awakening Drive once more as she glanced back to Yuzu, now deathly serious. "Gotoh. That second way you die? Getting killed by monsters in here. I need you to follow me and listen, because if you don't, you're gonna get killed real quick."

Nagi turned, grabbing Yuzu by the shoulder and looking her dead in the eyes.

"I'm not fucking around. This shit's absolutely serious. Stay behind me, and do what I tell you, when I tell you to. I ain't yanking your chain, I'm trying to keep you from biting it. Until I get you to the boss, you're defenseless in here. And there's still three more people that me and my coworker are trying to track down and stop from getting killed too. Got it?" Nagi's grip on Yuzu's shoulder turned into a brief pat before she turned back around, leading the way towards the coordinates she'd been given. It wasn't too far away, but anything could happen in the distance between the supermarket and the conbini.

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Ranbu no Izayoi


The castle guards had been very hesitant to return Izayoi's sword to her. That hesitation had been replaced with near-hostility when she'd pulled her short blade out of her robes to tuck it back into her sash. Still, they'd relented in the end, if only because the Emperor's Demon already had a blade in hand. What was one more going to do? And frankly, she just didn't care anymore. All that mattered was that the sword was returned to her. After all, it was the only one of its kind readily available to her. Ordinary katanas shattered when wielded with her former strength, and she'd returned the only other Kurogane blade to its maker after its owner's passing. Izayoi frowned at the thought, and hurried onward to her assigned room.

They'd put her with the jumpy Faye and the scruffy fool from earlier. Izayoi frowned at the revelation. Her thoughts on the ruffian were clear enough already, but the magi was a different story. If he truly was a practioner of the black arts, he would prove useful in the journey to come. Unlike many of her countrymen, Izayoi's opinion on magic and technology alike was the same: if it proved of use, she would make use of it. Taboos meant little to her in the face of practicality.

Hopefully, neither of them spoke overmuch. The last thing she needed tonight was someone else trying to strike up a conversation with her, of all things. She'd been extremely fortunate in that the group as a whole seemed to agree to set out for Osprey first. Or at the very least, enough agreed to go that those who sought to find answers elsewhere didn't press the issue.

Regardless, she ignored the bed set out for her and slumped against the wall in the far corner of the room, her sheathed sword pressed up against her as she prepared to sleep. Izayoi had ate at the banquet because there'd been no warning of her coming, no time to poison anything. But now the Limbtaker's presence was known throughout the castle. There was a better chance than not that someone would hold enough of a grudge from the war to attempt to take revenge against her, and she would not be caught unawares. Frankly, any mutilated survivors ought to be thanking her for preserving their lives, even if that hadn't been her actual intent. After a few months of the war, the Edrenians had begun calling her the Limbtaker most of all, due to her propensity to simply lop a foot or hand off of any common soldier who stood against her in battle without pressing her enough to necessitate killing. Why? Because it was simple logistics. A dead soldier could be left in the field to rot. A maimed cripple required one or two more men to drag him back to camp, where he'd take up supplies and infirmary space for treatment before he was inevitably drummed out of the army. It was a monstrous thing to do. Among many other acts she'd committed. Izayoi had become a monster to defend her home, and yet nothing she'd done had been worth it in the end. With a frown, she shut her eyes and-

She heard movement. Izayoi was up on her feet in an instant, one hand resting on the hilt of her katana as a group of armored men barged into the room, guns and swords pointed at the inhabitants within. For someone who'd been fighting their ilk for months, their identity was unmistakable.

"Valheim." She snarled, baring her teeth as she tightened her grip on her sword. Time seemed to slow in her eyes as adrenaline surged through her, the call to battle singing in her blood. In an enclosed space, she held the advantage against riflemen, their longarms too unwieldy to rapidly shift their aim.

Izayoi shot forward, her stance low as she unleashed her blade in a flash of steel. Her first strike was an iaijutsu slash, cutting through the barrels of the gunmen's rifles. They'd have to commit to close combat should they wish to kill now. Her second move was to take advantage of their shock and bring her sword whirling around, outright decapitating a Valheimian soldier as she cut through where she knew their plate armor had weak points.

"Their armor is thinnest where the plates meet! Armpits, neck, and between the legs! Mage, you have room to cast!" She barked out commands, falling into her element as the remaining soldiers drew blades and circled her warily.

"Come, wretches! Before dawn, your heads will hang from this castle's gates!"
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