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I'll get a post out tonight, sorry.
Also @Reflection, wanna reveal whether the deal was made later, or anything in particular for the geis scroll?
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I'll get a post out tonight, sorry.
Also @Reflection, wanna reveal whether the deal was made later, or anything in particular for the geis scroll?
Merry Christmas ahead of time. I'll advance stuff after chrimbus happens.
So...how's it going guys?
@Reflection
Caster was surprised by the forwardness of Aksha's question. Her wish for the grail...well, it wasn't that she had any qualms of hiding it, like a maiden would to frivolously slam their diary into a corner under their bed, but she certainly didn't expect to be asked that question so soon. And especially not from a master that wasn't her own. His words however folded over and over in her mind, entangling her wishes with her sensibilities, and forcing a smile to her lips as she heard the description of the book, the characters upon its cover plain as day due to a servant who had been within the Throne of Heroes for centuries, if not millennia. Aksha would see for the slightest moment the facade of beauty and grace that Caster carried, as her lips contorted into an uncontrolled, elated, frightening smirk filled to the brim with her teeth as she ran a finger across the book. Certainly, this would prove valuable to her as well...However, first she would compose herself, calming down and having her face retreat from its contorted proportions. Tucking a lock of golden hair behind one of her pointed ears, she smiled, controlled once more. "You offer me something indispensible, and as such I have no reason to refuse. With such a thing, I would have no need of the grail...and would thus pose no threat to you after the Greys are dealt with."
Regardless of whether the book could bring back her beloved, she knew from his words that it could incarnate her into flesh and blood, giving her ample time to restore him herself. The grail wasn't needed at all; It likely wouldn't be her's regardless. An inexperienced Master, and a Necromantic Caster that held little power in a fight between powerful servants stood little chance, even to their rather sane Berserker. As such, Caster would certainly accept this deal, under another condition she would state. "I would, however, like to add an additional article to our little agreement. Namely, for the safety of my Master throughout the course of this war." she would say, netting her fingers together in her lap. "Joachim is...well, he's certainly no magus capable of fighting another in single combat. As such, I would ask you to ensure that he remains safe, should the need arise for me to do combat away from him. I'll also accept an additional request from you, should you fulfill this. It would do neither of us any good if he were to perish and I should fade away, after all."
As Caster waved her hand through the air, a piece of parchment seemed to burn in reverse, materializing into her hands. "Of course, this would need true binding to make sure both of us are guaranteed our wishes. As such...a Self-Geis Scroll should be required, here." she said as her thin fingers wrote upon the parchment, drafting out the unbreakable deal that she desired with Aksha. Whether he would accept that level of permanence and binding was another thing, but once Caster finished the document and showed it to him, he would find it entirely accurate to their deal thus described. There were no loopholes by which Caster could influence someone to attack him via a curse, nor was there any room for her, or any associated party under her instruction to simply steal the text from him. Caster was entirely open to fairly bargain, it seemed, and carried no ill will towards Aksha in the making of this contract. Still, it would be his choice to sign or not, one that would likely close, or shatter the deal.
Joachim upon being called was swift and eager to go, but questioned the idea of EVERY servant being sent to the front lines. Would it not be better to just have Berserker, Saber, and maybe Rider lead an assault? He doubted any Servant, regardless of class could withstand three powerful servants barraging them at once, especially since their Berserker seemed easy enough to convince of fighting. Regardless, he would find Caster, and depart with her alongside the others.
Caster was brisk in making way towards their meeting point, striding with confidence as Joachim followed behind, a suitcase filled with magical reagents packed for their usage had its handle clenched in his small hands. It was rather heavy, but he assumed that Caster really did need a lot of items to work her magic. Upon hearing the plans being strewn about, Caster cleared her throat and said: "Whoever is being sent in, allow me to bless them with protective magic. Even if they possess Magic Resistance, my spells should still serve as a buffer between them and any harm beyond their ability to deal with. Naturally, I possess no close range power, so I would prefer to stay and guard the Masters."
Joachim's attention was focused on the strange servant that was their Lancer, observing the forest...with a telescope? That seemed fairly modern for a heroic spirit of the spear...was her maybe some sort of pirate or famous seafarer? And his master pulled out such a ghastly looking cursed item...just looking at it gave the boy chills down his spine. However, plans were being discussed, and he felt it important to add in: "I think we should have Assassin follow in, a bit behind the Knight Classes. If there are any masters present, they should be able to sneak up on them for an easy victory. Caster can help ward off illusions from here."
As she looked at the forest, Caster would start getting a bad feeling...this magic wasn't totally unlike her own. No doubt they were dealing with a spellcaster of legend in some capacity, though the method of magic escaped her. If she were to go in she could piece together the magics woven, but...that would involve her risking life and limb on a hunch.
Caster was surprised by the forwardness of Aksha's question. Her wish for the grail...well, it wasn't that she had any qualms of hiding it, like a maiden would to frivolously slam their diary into a corner under their bed, but she certainly didn't expect to be asked that question so soon. And especially not from a master that wasn't her own. His words however folded over and over in her mind, entangling her wishes with her sensibilities, and forcing a smile to her lips as she heard the description of the book, the characters upon its cover plain as day due to a servant who had been within the Throne of Heroes for centuries, if not millennia. Aksha would see for the slightest moment the facade of beauty and grace that Caster carried, as her lips contorted into an uncontrolled, elated, frightening smirk filled to the brim with her teeth as she ran a finger across the book. Certainly, this would prove valuable to her as well...However, first she would compose herself, calming down and having her face retreat from its contorted proportions. Tucking a lock of golden hair behind one of her pointed ears, she smiled, controlled once more. "You offer me something indispensible, and as such I have no reason to refuse. With such a thing, I would have no need of the grail...and would thus pose no threat to you after the Greys are dealt with."
Regardless of whether the book could bring back her beloved, she knew from his words that it could incarnate her into flesh and blood, giving her ample time to restore him herself. The grail wasn't needed at all; It likely wouldn't be her's regardless. An inexperienced Master, and a Necromantic Caster that held little power in a fight between powerful servants stood little chance, even to their rather sane Berserker. As such, Caster would certainly accept this deal, under another condition she would state. "I would, however, like to add an additional article to our little agreement. Namely, for the safety of my Master throughout the course of this war." she would say, netting her fingers together in her lap. "Joachim is...well, he's certainly no magus capable of fighting another in single combat. As such, I would ask you to ensure that he remains safe, should the need arise for me to do combat away from him. I'll also accept an additional request from you, should you fulfill this. It would do neither of us any good if he were to perish and I should fade away, after all."
As Caster waved her hand through the air, a piece of parchment seemed to burn in reverse, materializing into her hands. "Of course, this would need true binding to make sure both of us are guaranteed our wishes. As such...a Self-Geis Scroll should be required, here." she said as her thin fingers wrote upon the parchment, drafting out the unbreakable deal that she desired with Aksha. Whether he would accept that level of permanence and binding was another thing, but once Caster finished the document and showed it to him, he would find it entirely accurate to their deal thus described. There were no loopholes by which Caster could influence someone to attack him via a curse, nor was there any room for her, or any associated party under her instruction to simply steal the text from him. Caster was entirely open to fairly bargain, it seemed, and carried no ill will towards Aksha in the making of this contract. Still, it would be his choice to sign or not, one that would likely close, or shatter the deal.
Joachim upon being called was swift and eager to go, but questioned the idea of EVERY servant being sent to the front lines. Would it not be better to just have Berserker, Saber, and maybe Rider lead an assault? He doubted any Servant, regardless of class could withstand three powerful servants barraging them at once, especially since their Berserker seemed easy enough to convince of fighting. Regardless, he would find Caster, and depart with her alongside the others.
Caster was brisk in making way towards their meeting point, striding with confidence as Joachim followed behind, a suitcase filled with magical reagents packed for their usage had its handle clenched in his small hands. It was rather heavy, but he assumed that Caster really did need a lot of items to work her magic. Upon hearing the plans being strewn about, Caster cleared her throat and said: "Whoever is being sent in, allow me to bless them with protective magic. Even if they possess Magic Resistance, my spells should still serve as a buffer between them and any harm beyond their ability to deal with. Naturally, I possess no close range power, so I would prefer to stay and guard the Masters."
Joachim's attention was focused on the strange servant that was their Lancer, observing the forest...with a telescope? That seemed fairly modern for a heroic spirit of the spear...was her maybe some sort of pirate or famous seafarer? And his master pulled out such a ghastly looking cursed item...just looking at it gave the boy chills down his spine. However, plans were being discussed, and he felt it important to add in: "I think we should have Assassin follow in, a bit behind the Knight Classes. If there are any masters present, they should be able to sneak up on them for an easy victory. Caster can help ward off illusions from here."
As she looked at the forest, Caster would start getting a bad feeling...this magic wasn't totally unlike her own. No doubt they were dealing with a spellcaster of legend in some capacity, though the method of magic escaped her. If she were to go in she could piece together the magics woven, but...that would involve her risking life and limb on a hunch.
Meant to post last night, but I'll do so today. Sorry, been enjoying freedom from college.
@Enkryption
Noboru's brain was so focused on the pain of the wound inflicted by his possessed mother, he didn't hear his heroic spirit warn him of the incoming surge of magical energy, nor did he feel the heat rise compared to the burning pain piercing through his chest. All his sorrows and grief at the moment were momentarily distracted however, as a pair of lips met his, a sensation other than pain filling him. He'd been kissed before, thankfully, but there was something both enticing, and horrifying about that kiss; As if the girl he'd been trying to save wasn't really looking at him, but rather at some delusion she had cooked up to ignore her own pain. Looking at her as she stood, Noboru saw the spear running through her abdomen.
Parts of him desired nothing more than to run away, while others wanted to fight at the girl's side, to try and save everyone, but it seemed flight was on her mind as well as his wooden arm was taken by her hand, clawed fingers digging into the bark as she seized him, yanking him from the ground as if he was nothing more difficult to move than an empty can, trudging along, only able to keep pace due to Herne's Agility. His mind felt like it was going blank, with a dull, heavy pounding echoing against the inside of his skull...or rather, echoing throughout the school. "--oru! Noboru! Wake up moron, he's taking control of the forest!" Herne called out into his mind, or rather, Noboru finally started paying attention again. He felt a strong compulsion to punch himself in the face, but that was likely more Herne TRYING to, rather than a genuine desire for self punishment.
Flashes of pain that weren't his own crossed Noboru's mind as the corruption of Terracotta continued to overtake his bounded field, before, under instruction for Herne, the boy released it remotely. In an instant, the wood of the forest dissolved, but alarmingly all the Terracotta shells remained in place, remained animated, and now raged without a core to keep them composed, hollowed out shells of their former wooden nature. Thankfully, Noboru wouldn't pass out from using Merry Duke of Windsor for too long, but right now he needed to continue trying to evacuate people, since Ms. Treasurer was fine. Stopping, Noboru's hand slipped out just enough for him to brake. Looking to Maggie, he said: "There are still a lot of people trapped in this mess...I gotta help them, but you should get somewhere safe," before he began running, inches from Maggie as he passed by her. Somehow, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as her eyes met his back, as if a predator were curiously observing the strugglings of its freshly caught prey.
"That Berserker is bad news...if she starts trying to fight you, run."
Noboru's brain was so focused on the pain of the wound inflicted by his possessed mother, he didn't hear his heroic spirit warn him of the incoming surge of magical energy, nor did he feel the heat rise compared to the burning pain piercing through his chest. All his sorrows and grief at the moment were momentarily distracted however, as a pair of lips met his, a sensation other than pain filling him. He'd been kissed before, thankfully, but there was something both enticing, and horrifying about that kiss; As if the girl he'd been trying to save wasn't really looking at him, but rather at some delusion she had cooked up to ignore her own pain. Looking at her as she stood, Noboru saw the spear running through her abdomen.
Parts of him desired nothing more than to run away, while others wanted to fight at the girl's side, to try and save everyone, but it seemed flight was on her mind as well as his wooden arm was taken by her hand, clawed fingers digging into the bark as she seized him, yanking him from the ground as if he was nothing more difficult to move than an empty can, trudging along, only able to keep pace due to Herne's Agility. His mind felt like it was going blank, with a dull, heavy pounding echoing against the inside of his skull...or rather, echoing throughout the school. "--oru! Noboru! Wake up moron, he's taking control of the forest!" Herne called out into his mind, or rather, Noboru finally started paying attention again. He felt a strong compulsion to punch himself in the face, but that was likely more Herne TRYING to, rather than a genuine desire for self punishment.
Flashes of pain that weren't his own crossed Noboru's mind as the corruption of Terracotta continued to overtake his bounded field, before, under instruction for Herne, the boy released it remotely. In an instant, the wood of the forest dissolved, but alarmingly all the Terracotta shells remained in place, remained animated, and now raged without a core to keep them composed, hollowed out shells of their former wooden nature. Thankfully, Noboru wouldn't pass out from using Merry Duke of Windsor for too long, but right now he needed to continue trying to evacuate people, since Ms. Treasurer was fine. Stopping, Noboru's hand slipped out just enough for him to brake. Looking to Maggie, he said: "There are still a lot of people trapped in this mess...I gotta help them, but you should get somewhere safe," before he began running, inches from Maggie as he passed by her. Somehow, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as her eyes met his back, as if a predator were curiously observing the strugglings of its freshly caught prey.
"That Berserker is bad news...if she starts trying to fight you, run."
@Enkryption
FF5353
A smile crossed Magnus' lips as the holstaur woman spoke. Well, at least now Magnus could be confident that this was indeed Jeb's horse; He supposed that today must have been his lucky day, though at the answer to his question about his armored companion, Magnus felt...guilty. He'd just let her storm off, without stopping her, or even trying to. He would first respond to the holstaur before he went to go looking for her, saying: "I'm Magnus Eissenheoff, and I work for the guild to the east of here. Its um...Just called "The Guild." Kind of confusing, but its the only one of them around that area. Thank you so much for your help Miss...um...what is your name, if you don't mind me asking-" he said before someone familiar to the Holstaur called out to her.
Looking at the armored figure, Magnus could only conclude that it was his yet-unnamed-to-him-partner, donning a new set of armor...was she a Hellhound? The armor certainly made her appear as such, but...she seemed so reserved, usually. He'd known the hellhounds that roamed his home labyrinth to be incredibly impulsive, loud, and a lot more "on-fire" usually, but the armored lady before him seemed like she was just...filling out the shape of a hellhound, rather than being one. At the mention off her fighting the man called Nero, Magnus approached his partner, patting her on the shoulder. "Was wondering where you got to! Hehe...w-was a little worried that you were leaving the guild. A lot of people seem to do that...w-when they come on jobs with me." he said glumly, looking down. "W-Well, anyways, we can head on home since the horse was found, thanks to Jesse. Let's head home, um..."
God that pause was awkward. Awkward beyond measure as Magnus froze up, nervously sweating. "U-Um...what was your name again?"
[Who Are You To Judge?]
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Nephele drank her ale quickly before departing with Felipe and his compatriots, appreciating the pro-activeness of his plan.
Her fingers were netted as she rode in the wagon, periodically looking over at the Joyous that was across from her. He was...grotesque, obviously, but also unnervingly calm, and seemed to possess an almost childlike curiosity towards her. What were these creatures? Were they men made into twisted forms, or were they grown like this, as twisted, ugly things forced to the whims of their masters? She would have to question Felipe after this was over, and, given the terrain, she felt that her natural ability to climb rocks and cling to walls wouldn't come to be of use. She knew the power the Joyous possessed, so if push came to shove, she could lead Varjans to him to be dispatched. She didn't like the idea of it, but for all she knew this Joyous was far more...pleasant than its brother that she had slain.
Standing on the pass, Nephele stepped forward, before looking back at Felipe. "My plan was to use a fog bank to sneak in close, then to strike at them from behind. I can perhaps thin out a quarter of them in the confusion, but after that I fear for your men. Your gear is all similar to their's so...I do not want to strike without thinking. As for what else I can breath, my breath can send men into paralytic fits, so long as they are weak enough. I could strike them with a cloud of it, but...that too would make approach difficult. What do you suggest?" The dragoness looked down at her claws, the black hardened matter glinting slightly in the light of the sun, sharp as any sword. She didn't need a weapon to find points to strike at in their armor, and seemed to have no qualms with slaying Varjans. What would prove more difficult would be making sure that Felipe's men didn't get hurt by mistake.
"...Perhaps, I could be a decoy?"
[Liberation, at Any Price]
My finals are this monday, so expect my post a bit after that. Sorry for all the delays.
@Reflection
While the machinery abundant in the observatory did interest Caster, she knew very well that this was far outside her area of expertise. This place was certainly impressive for a place devoid of the usual baubbles of a Magus' workshop, and Caster was glad that the pillows prepared for sitting were comfortable. If it weren't obvious already, it was clear that Aksha was middle eastern in culture, a fact compounded by, in an ironic twist, the master revealing his True Name. Of course, Caster was curious as to how someone from centuries past managed to extend his lifespan well beyond what was normally possible, even with eastern magecraft, but for now that was of little importance. He differentiated himself from the version of him that had become a heroic spirit, meaning that rather than a form of reincarnation, it seemed he had found a way to either duplicate his body, or duplicate his mind. Curious.
His collection of texts had her attention for a moment, but his proposal was far more intriguing to her. Her thin fingers gently traced across the text present in his journal, curiously flipping through a few pages with the utmost care taken to keep from damaging this priceless tome. "I see..." Caster murmured as she read through his stagnated research. Closing the book, she handed it back before a smile began to tear at her lips. "I see no reason why I shouldn't teach you. Hoarding my secrets to myself will do little good, given that my time on this earth passed long ago," she would say as she took a seat upon one of Aksha's many fine cushions, adjusting herself to sit with her knees bent beneath her.
"However, do be advised Aksha; I cannot guarantee that the answer you seek lies within my magecraft. From the Age of the Gods it may be, but that doesn't mean that modern Magi haven't improved upon some of the basics. For example, my necromancy is likely far slower than the average magus', but it can be said to be more potent in effect. My rituals are specific and lengthy, but I've in my time shrouded armies in the night and resurrected armies at a moment's notice. Flesh is a wonderful catalyst..." Caster said, tracing the lines of her palm with her index finger. "The secrets of life and death are only my favored part of my magic, however. I can teach you how the world bends to my whims, and the arts that lie within. But, Aksha, I must know: What do you propose in exchange?"
Humming for a moment, Caster put a finger to her chin. "I've no qualms teaching, but it is only natural for compensation to be provided. Of course, it needn't be something overly valuable to you. Things of monetary value are worthless to us Servants, for the most part."
@vancexentan
Joachim gulped as Anderson detailed the...oddities of Berserker's madness. It seemed she had some obsession with health...was she perhaps some kind of doctor in life? Maybe she and Joachim could talk, then, but for now he'd rather not risk wandering into a mad doctor's office by himself. Leon's suggestion however had Joachim speak up, briefly stating: "I can see what Caster can make for our defenses. She's talking to Aksha still, but I'll ask her tonight." as he dug through his pockets, pulling out a small bronze pocket watch to check the time, before placing it back into his coat pocket. Tacky as it was, it was handy to have a watch on hand since his dad was one of those obstinate mages that didn't believe in cell phones. Still, he thought it made him look a bit sophisticated, and it let him know that Caster had been gone for roughly an hour.
Off within the forest the Greys occupied scurried the little rat recently resurrected on Caster's whim, its fleet footedness bolstered by the lack of stamina required to run its body. The faintest passing of Od through it was rebounded again and again, galvanizing the muscles to move according to Caster's will. She would feel when the rat would die, and as such was using it in a suicide run to determine at what depth into the forests the defenses began. Injury would also alert her, and as the corpse-walking rat stalked through the dead of night into the forest, it sought its second death relentlessly and quietly.
While the machinery abundant in the observatory did interest Caster, she knew very well that this was far outside her area of expertise. This place was certainly impressive for a place devoid of the usual baubbles of a Magus' workshop, and Caster was glad that the pillows prepared for sitting were comfortable. If it weren't obvious already, it was clear that Aksha was middle eastern in culture, a fact compounded by, in an ironic twist, the master revealing his True Name. Of course, Caster was curious as to how someone from centuries past managed to extend his lifespan well beyond what was normally possible, even with eastern magecraft, but for now that was of little importance. He differentiated himself from the version of him that had become a heroic spirit, meaning that rather than a form of reincarnation, it seemed he had found a way to either duplicate his body, or duplicate his mind. Curious.
His collection of texts had her attention for a moment, but his proposal was far more intriguing to her. Her thin fingers gently traced across the text present in his journal, curiously flipping through a few pages with the utmost care taken to keep from damaging this priceless tome. "I see..." Caster murmured as she read through his stagnated research. Closing the book, she handed it back before a smile began to tear at her lips. "I see no reason why I shouldn't teach you. Hoarding my secrets to myself will do little good, given that my time on this earth passed long ago," she would say as she took a seat upon one of Aksha's many fine cushions, adjusting herself to sit with her knees bent beneath her.
"However, do be advised Aksha; I cannot guarantee that the answer you seek lies within my magecraft. From the Age of the Gods it may be, but that doesn't mean that modern Magi haven't improved upon some of the basics. For example, my necromancy is likely far slower than the average magus', but it can be said to be more potent in effect. My rituals are specific and lengthy, but I've in my time shrouded armies in the night and resurrected armies at a moment's notice. Flesh is a wonderful catalyst..." Caster said, tracing the lines of her palm with her index finger. "The secrets of life and death are only my favored part of my magic, however. I can teach you how the world bends to my whims, and the arts that lie within. But, Aksha, I must know: What do you propose in exchange?"
Humming for a moment, Caster put a finger to her chin. "I've no qualms teaching, but it is only natural for compensation to be provided. Of course, it needn't be something overly valuable to you. Things of monetary value are worthless to us Servants, for the most part."
@vancexentan
Joachim gulped as Anderson detailed the...oddities of Berserker's madness. It seemed she had some obsession with health...was she perhaps some kind of doctor in life? Maybe she and Joachim could talk, then, but for now he'd rather not risk wandering into a mad doctor's office by himself. Leon's suggestion however had Joachim speak up, briefly stating: "I can see what Caster can make for our defenses. She's talking to Aksha still, but I'll ask her tonight." as he dug through his pockets, pulling out a small bronze pocket watch to check the time, before placing it back into his coat pocket. Tacky as it was, it was handy to have a watch on hand since his dad was one of those obstinate mages that didn't believe in cell phones. Still, he thought it made him look a bit sophisticated, and it let him know that Caster had been gone for roughly an hour.
Off within the forest the Greys occupied scurried the little rat recently resurrected on Caster's whim, its fleet footedness bolstered by the lack of stamina required to run its body. The faintest passing of Od through it was rebounded again and again, galvanizing the muscles to move according to Caster's will. She would feel when the rat would die, and as such was using it in a suicide run to determine at what depth into the forests the defenses began. Injury would also alert her, and as the corpse-walking rat stalked through the dead of night into the forest, it sought its second death relentlessly and quietly.
@Enkryption
FF5353
To say that Magnus' face was one of shock wouldn't do justice to the impressive all-time record he set for how low his jaw could hang as the holstaur described that the horse was the "lover" that Jeb had spoken of. Did...did that mean he kissed his horse? Was he going to have kids with it? He could certainly see someone taking great pride in that horse though, given that it was exceptionally well groomed and fit. It could very clearly be a racing horse of some kind, or just a stallion intended for breeding with other horses...but still, THE HORSE!?
"E-Err...well, um...I-If you're sure that this is his "lover", then...I suppose it'd be best for me to go get him from his farm. I'm a bit too big to ride a horse to begin with. Thank you though, ma'am! I-I'm sure he'll be happy to have Sally returned to him. Do you mind keeping her here a while longer? I'd just be a few hours," the minotaur said, saying something that sounded relatively impossible, given the distance from here to Ambran on foot. But, he seemed physically fit, and could probably be back at Boreal before nightfall at the latest, though how he'd get Jeb there at the same time was a mystery. Taking note that his partner had been gone for a while, Magnus timidly asked: "T-That um...Salamander...s-she wouldn't...hurt anybody too bad, right?"
He'd feel awful if a new adventurer got themselves hurt...or worse under his watch. Now he was starting to worry.
[Who Are You To Judge?]
A9A9A9
For Nephele, the request at hand was one that made sense, and hearkened to her own heritage, given that her mother sought to shelter the town she would grow to protect within the fog. A soft sigh escaped Nephele's lips before she nodded, smiling slightly at Felipe as he gave his rallying speech to the relatively filled bar, with his men all around. Her expression softened ever so slightly as she grabbed the mug of ale in her claws, raising her mug to clank against his.
"I'm with you." Nephele said, before CHUGGING her ale, and then forcefully slamming it back down on the table, just enough to make the table rattle, but not going all out to break it. Even as a weaker dragon, any monstergirl probably had enough strength to smash a table apart if they really meant to. Wiping the foam from around her lips, Nephele relaxed a smidge. "So, what is your plan, then? If need be I can have this entire town covered in fog within an hour. she would say as she traced the rim of her mug with her left index claw.
"And, how broken do you want the Varjans to be?"
[Liberation, at Any Price]
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