Travelling overland from Costa del Sol... what had she been thinking? Actually, she had probably been thinking "well, if my brother did it then that must mean I could and should do it as well," but it was something Miina had really come to regret. As nice as these new clothes were, she'd ended up changing back for half the journey until the climate (and surroundings) were more accommodating to so many layers and frills. Not just because it was more comfortable to dress familiarly when nobody was around to judge...
Still, the journey had been challenging. In hindsight, starting from a trading port should have spelled it out: most trade with Osprey was (had been?) by sea. The land routes weren't the best and Miina had meandered her way to the Edreni border in trying to stick to roads most of the time. The rest was down to plain getting lost.
It was all only made worse by the state of anything near the border. Well... places on this side were inhabited, just worse for wear. She stuck out like a sore thumb: clean, in fine clothing, and well-fed. If she were anyone else, an air of confidence, too. Miina had offered healing to begin with, then taken to avoiding settlements whenever possible. A decision only reinforced by the increasing presence of black-clad soldiery as she passed; even Miina had heard enough to avoid these invaders. No chance was she risking the main pass in this situation...
Unfortunately, this mountain route that she had picked wasn't as quiet as Miina had hoped; the clamour of battle rang out ahead and there was only one choice: wait or investigate. Waiting would mean hoping the victor was friendly or didn't come back this way, since her outfit didn't lend itself to hiding. That... too many unknowns was scary. Miina was curious, too.
So she crept forward, looking down towards the abandoned village and the battle therein.
Sure enough, one side was the invading soldiers. The other... was this just a band if travellers? Their attire wasn't consistent at all. Another Mystrel from Osprey, it seemed, stood out the most. Maybe not even travellers, then; this woman could be defending her home. She should help. Miina wanted to help. But how? These were soldiers and experienced looking warriors and she... wasn't.
Then—
Drop her pack, draw her sword, and run. Good, he was behind cover, that made it easier and—
"Dignified" was the furthest thing from Miina's scramble down into the village, the red cat barely remaining upright at times before dropping into cover with a flurry of sleeves and coat, sword in her left hand carefully held low to avoid offence. Not that she was too focused on that, zeroing in on Arton's injury.
"L-l-l-l– I c-can heal‚ I'll help," the newcomer explained–so much as the white-gold glow around her right hand didn't.
"This invasion is rrrreeally g-g-g-getting in the way."
GENERAL INFORMATION
Name: Miina Malina
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Mystrel
Origin: Drana Asnaeu (Nameless tribal hamlet)
COMBAT INFORMATION
Class: Red Mage
Weapon: A schiavona, but due to her injuries, she has no real swordfighting capability. While it still looks the part of a sword, modifications made have left it blunt and imbalanced – but now it makes for a wonderful catalyst for her spellcasting.
Inventory:
Camping Supplies
A surprisingly sharp knife in particular, for how dull it is and how pitted the blade is starting to get, along with how tatty the wrapping on the handle is.
More sewing supplies and spare bits of fabric than seems quite rational for someone whose job has nothing to do with sewing.
A pile of disorganised notes on numerous topics, in terrible handwriting, with bad spelling. They’ve recently come to a halt to be replaced with even more unreadable scrawl as she tries to pick up writing or drawing again.
Several changes of clothes, including her original clothing, which is rather geared for a nice warm jungle and not the Skaelan winter. She also has her original outfit, which is a bit tattered and thoroughly repaired but still too light for the season.
Materia:
EXP Plus
Exit
Limit Breaks:Winter Blossom: Stabbing her sword into the enemy, Miina grows a crystal of ice starting inside their body. Making it a tasteful bloodtinged flower rather than a fractal pattern doesn't contribute at all to the damage, but it's pretty.
Currently none. She could probably replicate Winter Blossom with her knife, but she’d be stabbing with her off hand and she’s not ambidextrous enough to do it as anything but a last resort.
PERSONAL INFORMATION
Appearance Details: Not even five feet tall counting the ears, and wiry as hell to boot. Her entire right arm up through the shoulder joint is covered in a scattered lightning pattern of scars, and even the entire shoulder hangs down when not supported.
It’s slight, since she wasn’t drastically muscled to start with, but it is starting to waste away due to lack of use.
Personality: Miina is still quiet, but nearly three months of dealing with soldiers and the strongest weapons Valheimr can throw at them seems to have worn away the lack of certainty in her own abilities, as well as much of the unwillingness to talk with this stutter. Although a surprising amount of inferiority still lingers, she’s simply unable to accurately compare her skills to another’s and realise that she’s an outlier herself.
Fundamentally, she just doesn’t understand people, which tends to limit her social interactions even more – the last thing she wants is to get into an unnecessary conversation, mess it up, and be angry with her own incompetence. Even working out what drives them eludes her, though it isn’t something that she’s been thinking about much… but now that both Galahad and Chisato have been bearing the fallout for her injury, she’s started to wonder. After all, Miina wouldn’t feel the same sense of duty or guilt, even if it was her fault. If she didn’t know something and it made a mistake, why care?
For a girl whose childhood was entirely devoid of conflict, she’s also oddly cold and blasé about criminal activity and taking lives, fitting in far too neatly with a group of professional soldiers (and one guy with a demon in his head) and spies. At least the redhead seems to have some sort of rules she’s following, being willing to drop everything to commit to healing someone else in the party, or putting herself in the most dangerous spot of some magical attack just because it might work. Her brother would probably know more about that.
Still doesn’t really fit in anywhere, and overthinks everything trying to work out how she should act.
Biography: Miina's life got off to a bad start: her mother died. On the plus side, this didn't really leave her as an orphan or all the isolated–in such a tiny village as hers, everyone was more or less family, and she still had her father and Zeke. It fell mostly to the latter to raise her, her brother encouraging her interests in... well, anything, really, especially after she showed not only an aptitude for magic but an interest and talent in all magic. It would have been easy enough for him to encourage his younger sister to follow in his footsteps exactly regardless of her desires, or take a more specialised path and focus on white magic that would benefit the village as a whole… but he told her to just do whatever came naturally, and he'd teach her what she wanted as best he could.
Naturally, this is where the tribal custom of driving out adult men came to be a problem. Just turned eleven, and now her closest friend and general source of encouragement had left–maybe if he'd been a white mage the rules could have been broken, but someone whose specialty was destructive? It was occasionally handy for them, but not that much.
Throughout adolescence, Miina grew generally more awkward and reserved, even while focusing impressively–especially given the limited resources they had, particularly with a tendency to moving the entire village until she was old enough to convincingly argue that she was free to leave. Her goal? To find her big brother, naturally.
Heading for Costa del Sol, Miina picked up a sword when a rather down-on-his-luck seeming brigand thought she'd make an acceptable target... pretty desparate to think she'd have anything of worth, but that added another thing for her to practice with. It made her stick out even more at her destination: a shabby, barefoot forest mage with a dinged up sword stumbling her way through even a basic conversation.
So, she started picking up odd jobs where she could... she might not have much in the way of social skills, but she did have magic, and particularly healing, along with a pretty athletic build and a whole host of minor skills, particularly if anyone needed something that might mean a trek back out into the jungle. Eventually, through mostly continuing to be a strange forest hobo, she saved up enough to buy some better clothing... and got into a whole extra world of confusion.
Where there's trade, there tends to be crime. Being a naive idiot, Miina got in rather deep without noticing it–and it was while speaking to a tailor about at least getting some nice clothes that some 'nice people' she'd worked with paid a visit. One thing lead to another, and the Mystrel came to the only reasonable conclusion: she needed to clean up after herself to not get in trouble and apologise. Even if this was really dangerous, and probably not well planned.
As attested to by her continued survival, Miina succeeded. It wasn't the biggest gang, but it was still impressive enough to get some acknowledgement in the port city by the authorities... and admonishment for having been so easily pulled into a gang in the first place without even realising. The tailor, partly out of thanks but largely paid with some of the harder-to-return proceeds from the bust, made most of her new outfit and set her up with a smith to make the rest and get a proper sword.
Miina had no reason to think the call to Balmung would appreciate her contribution–dealing with a small criminal matter isn't fate-of-the-world type stuff–and instead set out once again to try and follow Zeke's ever-cooling trail, although with more contacts than before. Last she heard, he was probably up in Osprey...?
Her entry into Osprey was unexpectedly violent, stumbling headfirst into a Valheimr ambush and from there joining up with the Kirins. Although ostensibly only with them because somehow Zeke remains one step ahead at all times, she’s made no mention of quitting and going off on her own, even though she’s thought about it a few times.
Her presence had been largely reliable if quiet, with the mage staying well out of the danger zone until they crossed into Skael. When Loki somehow sicced a blighted Behemoth on the party, Miina ended up taking the brunt of the lasting damage, the backlash from their desperate magic annihilating and healing over the nerves in her dominant arm, and damaging the rest of them besides. She still hasn’t shown any sign of quitting, and seems to be taking it worryingly in stride.
Traits:
Although she doesn’t really need the loss of inhibition any more for overcoming her own problems with holding a conversation, Miina still tends drinks way too much given the opportunity.
Has a stutter. Quite noticeably too.
Considerably better than she gives herself credit for, with her own improvements in skill rather masked by insistently comparing herself to aberrations who exemplify the peak of their respective magical disciplines.
She’s never had any formal magical instruction, with Zeke showing her the basics. But her natural talent for manipulating aether and experimentation has brought her far – Miina doesn’t find a catalyst entirely necessary. The mystrel has been heavily advantaged by what seems to be some form of synaesthesia, seeing magic in a way that just isn’t normal.
Very bad at not getting caught staring at large busts.
Doesn't actually like wearing shoes, effective pauper that she was raised as, but she's not impractical about it. Until given an excuse to climb a tree.
Aside from losing control of one arm entirely, all of her nerves are rather deadened.
Relationships:
Zeke Malina: Miina's beloved older brother. An odd case of another red mage, especially in the same family, she hasn't seen him in eight years–although she's been asking around for rumours, so he does seem to be still alive, as far as she's aware.
Tailor: She's got a standing invitation to come back and get her clothes patched up or replaced at a slight discount, if they get too beaten up.
Costa del Sol Criminal Underworld:Quite the bad reputation amongst this, now.
Home Village: Still welcome back home, even after bringing the Kirins there to recuperate briefly. Her brother might not be (which kills her interest), but she is.
Ranbu no Izayoi: Unexpectedly her cousin, although it doesn’t change much from either of their perspectives. It does exempt her from the shameless perversion.
"I'm g-g-g-... um... I want to find my b-brother."
GENERAL INFORMATION
Name: Miina Malina
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Mystrel
Origin: Drana Asnaeu (Nameless tribal hamlet)
COMBAT INFORMATION
Class: Red Mage
Weapon: Schiavona. When trying to replace the damaged weapon she was training on... well, it had to have a cutting edge, right? That's what swords are for! And the appeal of having an entire basket rather than just a few metal bars, well... there are probably worse things to base your sword choice on.
Inventory:
Camping Supplies
A surprisingly sharp knife in particular, for how dull it is and how pitted the blade is starting to get, along with how tatty the wrapping on the handle is.
More sewing supplies and spare bits of fabric than seems quite rational for someone whose job has nothing to do with sewing.
A pile of disorganised notes on numerous topics, in terrible handwriting, with bad spelling.
Two changes of clothes that are not only vastly less fancy, they're rather geared for balmier weather. One of them's at least more covering but... still only part of the reason wearing it now would be embarrassing. Even if, in most regards, it would be more comfortable than her proper outfit.
Materia:
EXP Plus
Exit
Limit Breaks:Winter Blossom: Stabbing her sword into the enemy, Miina grows a crystal of ice starting inside their body. Making it a tasteful bloodtinged flower rather than a fractal pattern doesn't contribute at all to the damage, but it's pretty.
PERSONAL INFORMATION
Appearance Details: Miina doesn't even quite reach five feet with the ears. She's a small cat, tries to make up for it in clothes and hair volume.
Personality: For all that she's a talented little thing, especially since the majority of her current skills are self taught, Miina is almost devoid of confidence, particularly around other people. So what if she can heal some things, or just conjure fire, or swing a sword a little? There are so many others–and she's really started to meet a lot of them since she started travelling–that can do any one of those and do it so much better! What good is being able to do lots of things if you do them all badly? It's even worse when someone thinks that it's somehow praiseworthy...
Even if her abilities aren't in question, there's just the matter of... fitting in. No matter where she goes, the settlements seem to be bigger, even if the people in them just say "oh, this is just a small backwater". It's intimidating, and the culture is always unfamiliar, especially in the cities. As much as she likes the look of her clothing–there's a certain joy in actually having enough fabric around to flounce–it's really hard to say... well, it doesn't feel like it sits right. Is she standing right? Fidgeting too much? Is it too over the top? How out of her depth Miina is feels like something that shines through.
Of course, as panicky as she is internally, she's actually pretty composed until she opens her mouth, so she's probably overthinking it a bit.
Biography: Miina's life got off to a bad start: her mother died. On the plus side, this didn't really leave her as an orphan or all the isolated–in such a tiny village as hers, everyone was more or less family, and she still had her father and Zeke. It fell mostly to the latter to raise her, her brother encouraging her interests in... well, anything, really, especially after she showed not only an aptitude for magic but an interest and talent in all magic. It would have been easy enough for him to encourage his younger sister to follow in his footsteps exactly regardless of her desires, or take a more specialised path and focus on white magic that would benefit the village as a whole… but he told her to just do whatever came naturally, and he'd teach her what she wanted as best he could.
Naturally, this is where the tribal custom of driving out adult men came to be a problem. Just turned eleven, and now her closest friend and general source of encouragement had left–maybe if he'd been a white mage the rules could have been broken, but someone whose specialty was destructive? It was occasionally handy for them, but not that much.
Throughout adolescence, Miina grew generally more awkward and reserved, even while focusing impressively–especially given the limited resources they had, particularly with a tendency to moving the entire village until she was old enough to convincingly argue that she was free to leave. Her goal? To find her big brother, naturally.
Heading for Costa del Sol, Miina picked up a sword when a rather down-on-his-luck seeming brigand thought she'd make an acceptable target... pretty desparate to think she'd have anything of worth, but that added another thing for her to practice with. It made her stick out even more at her destination: a shabby, barefoot forest mage with a dinged up sword stumbling her way through even a basic conversation.
So, she started picking up odd jobs where she could... she might not have much in the way of social skills, but she did have magic, and particularly healing, along with a pretty athletic build and a whole host of minor skills, particularly if anyone needed something that might mean a trek back out into the jungle. Eventually, through mostly continuing to be a strange forest hobo, she saved up enough to buy some better clothing... and got into a whole extra world of confusion.
Where there's trade, there tends to be crime. Being a naive idiot, Miina got in rather deep without noticing it–and it was while speaking to a tailor about at least getting some nice clothes that some 'nice people' she'd worked with paid a visit. One thing lead to another, and the Mystrel came to the only reasonable conclusion: she needed to clean up after herself to not get in trouble and apologise. Even if this was really dangerous, and probably not well planned.
As attested to by her continued survival, Miina succeeded. It wasn't the biggest gang, but it was still impressive enough to get some acknowledgement in the port city by the authorities... and admonishment for having been so easily pulled into a gang in the first place without even realising. The tailor, partly out of thanks but largely paid with some of the harder-to-return proceeds from the bust, made most of her new outfit and set her up with a smith to make the rest and get a proper sword.
Miina had no reason to think the call to Balmung would appreciate her contribution–dealing with a small criminal matter isn't fate-of-the-world type stuff–and instead set out once again to try and follow Zeke's ever-cooling trail, although with more contacts than before. Last she heard, he was probably up in Osprey...?
Traits:
In Miina's mind, the best thing about all this big culture stuff is the easy availability of alcohol. It's not that she's any more confident, it's just... much less stressful.
Has a stutter. Quite noticeably too.
Considerably better than she gives herself credit for, despite being often self-taught–just always comparing to focused experts.
As above, a lot of her skills (especially magically) don't have formal instruction.
Very bad at not getting caught staring at large busts.
Doesn't actually like wearing shoes, effective pauper that she was raised as, but she's not impractical about it. Until given an excuse to climb a tree.
Relationships:
Zeke Malina: Miina's beloved older brother. An odd case of another red mage, especially in the same family, she hasn't seen him in eight years–although she's been asking around for rumours, so he does seem to be still alive, as far as she's aware.
Tailor: She's got a standing invitation to come back and get her clothes patched up or replaced at a slight discount, if they get too beaten up.
Costa del Sol Criminal Underworld:Quite the bad reputation amongst this, now.
Home Village: Although welcome back, the fact that her father went along with tradition and kicked out the one person she was fully relaxed around has not done her many favours in asking to return. But she does still know how to get back, and knows a few others around the area where people left to.
With the green miko's statement providing a rather welcome distraction from the state of the revolting boar--seriously, what was that rabbit doing, going around phrasing things like that? Showing Kaguya around was one thing, but it wasn't as if there was any sneaking involved... Eientei was hers, after all, and it wasn't as if she was obliged to never leave it. Well, Kaguya's introduction to Japanese customs had been around her own childhood, so maybe the norms had stuck more...
Of course, that was when the miko started screaming and there were now a whole lot of centipedes. That was... concerning. Like any reasonable, experienced inhabitant of Gensokyo at this point, she opted to take the smart choice and get the hell off the ground. Except... they were in the trees, too? Which now meant one of them was on her.
From the look of the boar, getting bit by these things would be excruciatingly painful. Then they'd eat her. She didn't think it was likely, but the last thing she wanted to add to the world by being eaten was some immortal venomous centipede that would go on to be a weird antisocial youkai in a couple of centuries. So she took the one that had landed on her shoulder and burned.
One crispy centipede later and... how the hell were there so many of these? The shrine maiden sort of had the right idea, spraying ofuda everywhere--though that added dodging her wild attempts to the whole issue of dodging the centipedes--but cleaning all of them up was going to be a pain. Well, a pain with other people here, the forest seemed damp enough that it might not catch alight. Still, her usual less danmaku-heavy methods would work quite well, here: just point and boom. One reasonably-sized fiery explosion, one less patch of centipedes.
"Not much," the woman said, gesturing at the church, "The Lucias have been keeping the church in order, and there isn't much call for pastoral support in this backwater town. But that's not what you're asking about.
"Four of the Masters have introduced themselves, and two of those might be choosing to keep themselves hidden. As for the last... well, you came just in time," the woman said, knocking back more of the cheap brew, "It seems that the last Servant in this war was only summoned tonight. Exactly on schedule, but it's not surprising if our last Master hasn't made it yet."
Caster
"Tonight? Something light, perhaps," the flouncy blonde said, keeping her voice lowered for once to not be overheard over at the other end of the nave--fortunately, this building wasn't quite so echoey as the churches they had visited across Rome. "It is of no concern to me, but if the fighting starts immediately, I would hate to see you forced to run around on something too heavy."
She rubbed her thumb on the back of her Master's hand, more as a distraction to herself--all this waiting and planning was annoying; if another Master and Servant was here then why should she not introduce herself fully and properly? Even this slight skulduggery of hiding her presence was aggravating, this technical violation of neutral ground. Not that she would ever let a Master come to harm here, should they be a worthy opponent, where would the excitement be in that?
But getting to see the Masters now--that would make finding them on a suitable battlefield later easier, somewhere she could show her true brilliance. That would be worth it.
"If anyone wants to come for Gisela, let them," the demon stated, sporting a grin that didn't quite seem friendly. A shocker, that the towering, armoured demon was that hungry for battle. She regained her composure a second later, otherwise barely reacting to the maid comment and... well, at least she hadn't taken offence to being called a babysitter.
"We have an arrangement. She doesn't need any preparation or bargaining to summon me."
... right, that was altogether too many people fighting things for her to want to contribute. What if she hit someone? More importantly, what if they needed to leave in a hurry? This place was haunted, who knew if killing the central apparition wouldn't have it bring the entire building down in one big calamity. No, she'd best stay back and be ready to open an exit as soon as they were done.
Or if their medic needed evacuation, that would be another one.
"Oh, I know where we can get spicy!"
Samurai
The ghostly samurai made no more pronouncements, no more statement of intent. As Tera rushed forward, he simply took a single ghostly breath and swung. A more rational, smaller foe would have had good chance to avoid it. But in a headlong charge to crush the samurai, there was no avoiding it--there was a sound like thunder, and the air rippled, a wave of pressure flying out to slam into the anomaly and carry it back across the room. No longer engaged, he was free to dart backwards, showing an annoying but not unusual--at least among anomalies--proclivity to outright dodge bullets when given such freedom.
At least the grasping hands took enough attention for his sword to clear, rather than the stroke getting an immediate followup.
Yet, writhing alongside him--slowed from when the rear team had seen it, yet not stopped like Mae's first exorcisms--was a rising ooze. Row by row, across the breadth of the hall they were in--an entire firing line of ashigaru formed, fingers already closing around the triggers.
"Ah crap, monk!" was Sakura's panicked squeak, diving past Zhao to avoid the naginata that so succinctly cut through her previous space. It seemed that the shugenja from earlier was back--and still the amount of black ooze was growing, some flowing in from the rest of the property... but at the same time, seeming to grow just from the ghost's presence. Even if it was mostly ashigaru for now...
"Perhaps they did not know the exact limits of their gift. Or perhaps this is simply more amusing to them," Erich ventured--obviously, whilst he might be able to discern the origins of this particular magic... it was hardly like he knew Fiadh, although the overall logic of the fey was quite consistent.
The trek took them out of the gardens and back up to the very same building that Fionn had previously visited... and he seemed overall less concerned about the courtyard here being damaged or magicked in some way. The same butler had been sent away to gather wood, flowers--anything that seemed marginally relevant to Fionn's experimentation.
"No, instead it would just be wasted on some violent meathead. It'd be like teaching fine art to a cow," the blonde scowled, but at least she stopped trying to close the door and instead stood there with arms crossed. "But it means you can get information out when you're done. Prove it, get someone to draw up a geas... and fine. I'll waste my time on you."
"If only the risk was death..." Gisela sighed, "I suppose that I can provide some limited instruction that should avoid the worst risks. There's only so much marking I have to do..."
The embroidered designs on the expansive rug surrounding the desk--and, notably, it's two seated chairs--began to shine with that... before briefly depositing the pair of them and the chairs in what looked like an identical circle etched into an entrance hall before being filled with silver. Compared to the transportation that had brought Gertrude to this realm, the teleportation was undoubtedly primitive and power-hungry--but it was fast.
The hundi didn't offer much time to demand an explanation, pulling a staff--one that had no reasonable way to fit there--from inside her robes and tapping it on the ground. That in turn caused the appearance of an armoured demon--red-skinned, obviously female... and absolutely towering over the short mage, even though she had risen to her feet.
"Did you know that from my perspective you'd only been gone a few minutes? I hadn't even left your office." The hundi raised an eyebrow at that, as if asking what sort of summoner the demon took her for. "How long has it been for you?"
"Only about a week so far. It has left a lot of time to catch up on paperwork... could you watch this one? I need to fetch some materials."
With that, she rushed off through a door, leaving Gertrude alone with... well, whoever the demon was.
"Why are you in a maid outfit? You're obviously not."
The white-haired girl let out an annoyed click at the introduction, shoving her hand into her pockets. "We can't just beat this goddess up and go home?"
Not that she needed to hurry. Aside from the minor headache of some food rotting while she was gone... it wasn't like that forest was going to go anywhere in a hurry. There was a small chance that Kaguya might have moved, but with everything else that was happening recently, it didn't seem like that was too likely...
Still, she was willing to tag along while they investigated the boar. Wild boar were something she had quite a bit of experience with, mostly when it came to eating them.
This one was considerably larger than Japan's boars, but--
"You'd probably die if you ate this one. Even if it's not poisoned."
The blonde gave him another cursory look... and then moved to shut the door again. "You're attractive enough, but I'm not that desperate that I need to waste my time teaching a magic ghost."
The hundi seated behind the desk looked up, then went back to... marking? That looked like she was marking something. "Normally, I would say that I have been asked by the Vanishing Witch to not spread any knowledge of summoning within this realm."
She stopped writing, putting the paper down and gesturing for Gertrude to take the seat opposite her. At least it seemed like a comfortable one. "Since you look like an outsider, then you must be with the knights that she brought in. Tell me, why do you seek to learn summoning? If you are a genius as you suggest, then you should know there are far less risky avenues of study."
"Oh, I know," the old man replied, sounding amused--and then, standing firm despite the ground shaking beneath his feet with barely a noticeable adjustment in posture. "In for a long afternoon, then? Well, perhaps we should take this somewhere else. I would hate to reshape the gardens with fairy magic, they should not be that wild."
Outside Talderia
There was a brief discussion between the two on where to go--names and places thrown about, although at least the food was recognisable, and the argument about how long it would take to get there. Not that pricing seemed like it should have been a concern, but Edwin was the one pushing for going somewhere... well, cheap probably wasn't the right word, but simpler. For all the two were famous knights, they were from a lowly background.
"Something like that, this copy of Daybreaker... the effect looks pretty similar, but it feels different. It's a bit weaker, too,' Edwin answered, shrugging. "I don't think this sword is actually magical at all, it just works like it here. Not sure whey she borrowed the real thing today, but it's nice to see it."
Silenna's Place
"For the last time, I'm not taking any orders," was the grumpy response from behind the door, before it opened. It seemed the description was accurate, although not mentioning the various minor scars and burns along her arms from who-knows-what concoction, mirrored by the numerous marks and stains along a thick apron. The goggles of some sort of smoky glass or crystal hanging around her neck were an interesting touch. She took one look at Rolan before continuing, "No matter how hard it is for you to get it up, I don't care. Now shove off."
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