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Kayliss Lambert


As the briefing finished, Kayliss folded her arms in front of her from her position in the back corner of the gathering, her brow furrowed in thought. Necromancers. A vexing enemy for her, all told. Certainly, the mages themselves were but mere men if they were taken off guard, her skillset and tools didn't quite work for dealing with actual undead. Blades and poison designed to cut to a living target's vitals weren't exactly effective when dealing with deadened veins and shambling bones. Fortunate that the Lions had so many heavier fighters better suited to dealing with undead chaff.

Of course, that didn't preclude the option of their superior officer already having an idea of what to do with her. So with that in mind, Kayliss silently wove her way through the gathered crowd and to the front, waiting patiently some distance away from the camp's nem merchant while she made her appeal. The Crownsblade briefly narrowed her eyes down at the side of Lirrah's head. A walking equipment caddy, and requiring an escort? Kayliss had her own opinion on that, though she wouldn't give it unless asked. A waste of resources and men that could be utilized more efficiently. If the merchant thought her stock would be useful, then she could at least be bothered to hand it out to those who would actually be getting their hands dirty.

Regardless, as the...girl? Woman? Nem of an age Kayliss couldn't quite distinguish finished her appeal, the assassin simply appeared in Velvetica's peripheral vision, bowing her head to the Steel Princess.

"Any specific orders, my lady? Otherwise, I assume I've your permission to embed myself within another unit?" While she'd prefer Cadmon and Istvan's aid thanks to familiarity and the fact that they would know how to properly utilize her, it wasn't exactly Kayliss's choice.

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Nakano Nagi


Whatever the hell was going on with Strange Gospel, it was definitely making her stronger when she was pulled over to the other side. Or maybe she just got juiced up as her Echo did. Either way, Nagi's punch certainly wouldn't have hit these monsters that hard even a month ago. Hell, it slammed back a good distance away. Not that she was going to complain about it. The piece of crap was dying. Time to move in for the kill.

Or at least Nagi would have, if the thing didn't decide to offer up some last-ditch resistance. Her first instinct was to just evade the grasping arms and weave through them to finish the fucker off, but some part of her brain remembered that Gotoh was still in the back. Fuck. If Nagi dodged, it might go for her instead. And as annoying as the girl was, Nagi really didn't want Yuzu's death on her conscience. Oh, this was going to blow.

A mental command had Belial returning to her, arms outstretched protectively in front as both of them charged forward, one behind the other. Hellfire surrounded her Echo as they made a mad dash, aiming to reach the beast before it could do too much damage to Belial. Her Echo's flames weren't that strong compared to its claws, and enough of the monster's arms grasped it to the point where Nagi was feeling a good amount of pain, but she powered through, Belial grasping the monster with its own arms and spinning it around to pin it in place.

"Eat it, shitbag!" She bellowed, leaping up onto the monster and holding on with her left hand as her right began to mercilessly pound into it. One punch. Two. Three. Before long, nothing was left of the beast besides blood and black ichor, some of it splashing on Nagi and staining her clothes as she landed back down on the ground, Belial hovering menacingly next to her. She stayed there for a moment, taking in a few gulps of air as she caught her breath and checked on her own condition. The fuckwit had gotten a few hits in at the last moment there, but she could still keep going. She'd been in worse shape after taking on those punks from across town a few months back.

"Alright," Nagi stood back up, glancing back towards her charge. "C'mon, Gotoh. We've still got somewhere to be. Get your ass in gear. And don't worry about the stains, they kinda just disappear once we're out of here." She beckoned Yuzu forward, starting to move towards her objective again afterward.

@Pitsuji
Renar Hagen


Good sense bid Renar to not retort to Tyaethe with the first thought in his head, which was that by all rights, she was technically in charge with the Knight-Captain's absence. Goddesses knew that was how it ostensibly went in the two years he'd been here before Captain Fanilly's ascension to her role. Still, at least the vampire had the good sense to allow Renar to run off and join the fray.

As expected, Fionn took the hint and readily agreed to join them, even inviting Nico along for the ride. Renar nodded towards both of them, already starting to make his way toward the armory.

"I've armor enough from the castle's stock. I'll only need to retrieve my poleaxe, which shouldn't take long. Gather at the stables, and recruit what knights you see at this hour to the task. I'll be doing the same." He said towards both of his fellows before taking his leave. On the way to and back from Candaeln's armory, he managed to rope two knights that were still awake at this hour with a hurried explanation that was summed up with "necromancer in the Cazt mausoleum, the Knight-Captain and some fellows are confronting him now".

About ten minutes later, Renar arrived at the stables with his poleaxe strapped to his back, and the duo of knights he'd found at his side. Hopefully, the other two had better luck recruiting men for a second wave to assault the necromancer.

@The Otter @Krayzikk
Sheet's up. Changed Theodoric around to be dabbling in Faith magic over Reason this time, given how no one apped a Faith user last time lmao
Yeah, yeah, I'm here, lemme go dig up the sheet in a bit.
Ranbu no Izayoi


It boded poorly that the Edrenian dragoon was the most agreeable and reasonable person of this bunch so far. Izayoi wasn't exactly pleased to be facing the familiar armor, narrowing down just who was within it from his absence, but at the very least, it meant the man was a competent warrior. Still, the Limbtaker grit her teeth as the red mage and swordsman had the temerity to talk down to her. Discipline and self-control barely kept her from hissing a furious response at them. They had not seen what she had. Not suffered at the hands of the invaders as she did.

Instead, she silently accompanied the group as they dashed through the castle halls, one hand kept on the hilt of her sword at all times. Experience and war had her rapidly tallying up the count of both dead Valheimians and Edrenians as they passed fresh corpses, and the sum wasn't promising on either end. How large of a strike force had Valheim snuck into this citadel? Within the very capital of Edren, where security was supposed to be at its highest? Izayoi's ever-present scowl only deepened as they ran further.

As they emerged into the courtyard, old reflexes began to kick in. Izayoi took in the entire situation at a glance, her blade inching slightly out of its scabbard as she prepared to draw. At the very least, these Edrenians were making as good a showing as she'd expected. More gunblades than she'd thought, though. It seemed Edren's elites had been advancing further in technology since the last war. A squadron of Valheim gunners began to sight the Kirin party, and Izayoi prepared to dash forward, only to halt as the Skaelians of Team Unicorn solved the problem for them...only to cause another problem themselves.

The absolute gall of this blunderer, to threaten a supposed ally! And a healer, at that. This would not stand. From the sides of the group, Izayoi blurred from vision, weaving her way through the Unicorns to emerge behind the fighter in their very back. Her sword was unsheathed, its edge resting just at the tip of the side of the man's neck.

"Yes, do threaten the healer that holds your lives in her palms. A poor leader indeed, to so alienate a far more important tactical resource than yourself." She drawled calmly, glaring daggers at the fool of a Skaelian. "Continue on as you are, and she'll have yet more work to do. Now lay down your arms, unless you wish to finish what the Valheimians began. Apologize, and I may even leave your man here unscarred."
Kayliss Lambert


Goddesses help her, Kayliss barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the boy doing the polite equivalent of histrionics over her mention of Shilage. Really, it hadn't even been intended as an insult on her part. "Brute" was just about the only way to describe such a person. If Demet chose to interpret that as negative, well, that was his perogative to be so easily riled. And speaking of...

"..." Kayliss briefly narrowed her eyes in displeasure at Istvan's casual mention of her actual role. For a moment, she was sorely tempted to kill the man the next time he slept for such an egregious breach in information. Suddenly, it was starting to become more evident how half the camp knew she was an assassin in the first place. Really, Kayliss had thought better of the man until now. She wasn't exactly surprised he knew in the first place, given that Cadmon almost certainly knew of the Crownsblades thanks to his rank. Combine that with her general demeanour not exactly matching a killer for coin, she couldn't quite fault anyone for the noble of the bunch knowing, at least. And given that Istvan had access to the same information Cadmon did, it wasn't hard to understand how he knew.

"Sir Shilage, if you'd care to keep a more guarded tongue about certain classified information when out in public? It would make all of our lives easier should some things not leak out to the camp and beyond. You never know where gossip tends to spread." Kayliss asked Istvan pointedly before meeting the gaze of the fighter who was staring at her now. Wonderful. From the way he was looking at her, it was almost a certainty that this Urden fellow knew what her organization had been as well.

"Kayliss Lambert." She inclined her head towards Urden, her ponytail bobbing behind her. "The same goes to you as well, of course."

@The Otter @HereComesTheSnow @Eisenhorn
Dragan Meszaros


It seemed Giselle and Akyasha had been busy. Evidently, they'd been ingratiating themselves with one local in particular. As the woman introduced herself, Dragan removed his helmet and simply nodded back politely.

"Dragan." Was all he said in response, setting his hammer aside at the door as he entered the blacksmith's home. Evidently, Luna had found them beforehand. Good. It would save him time in explaining.

"I take it Luna has apprised you of what we found beneath the village? In that case, allow me to add on with what we've heard since then. Our mad alchemist was traveling with two companions in particular when they arrived in this village. Two by the name of Rikard and Rhea." He paused, choosing his next words very carefully with one of the villagers listening in.

"Indeed, the same two that Ilena spied in our last locale before her...passing. Given that we seem to have traveled in different directions since then, I don't foresee them becoming a problem in the near future, but it is something to look out for should we ever return by this way."
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