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>>42112816
No drama. Just getting huge now.

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The one Wyvern Rider who was forced to stay behind is currently in a detention center in Sharlow Village, the same place you and your companions currently are. "Think I'll send word to Elza asking what to do about that one," the mayor said, "don't imagine holding him here for long is the best of ideas."

Miles and his crew only had around a minute or so to actually express their relief towards Asra's continued safety and living before she became visibly embarrassed and excused herself. She hasn't been seen since, but it hasn't been that long this time. Everyone's sure that this time it's just about doing her usual thing, and the Great Miles besides her are hanging around at that local inn for the moment.

You could probably find Asra if you tried.

Just awhile ago, Bovis returned to you, informing you that "everyone in the village has been told of the threat." You explained to him that it was dealt with since.

Quidel is picking Victoria's noble-born brain. You're not paying much attention to what about.

Gorman is mostly chatting up the town's guards about recent events.

None of you have seen the alleged Peshkatz Group member, but Asra did confirm that one was present as the late Roderick claimed.

>A. Speak to someone/a particular group (specify)
>B. Keep to yourself
>C. Wander town
>D. Skip to leaving town
>E. Write-in

>>42112981
>>C. Wander town

>>42112981
>C. Wander town

>>42113015
For the most part, you just wander the town aimlessly. They have an armory available, but there's not much there you couldn't get anywhere else for a better deal, perhaps in better quality and quantity.

So she won't always have to rely on Ronan, her ancestral weapon, you would later find out that Victoria did get herself an Iron Bow from this place, but that's really about all worth mention about the place itself that's not self-explanatory.

After exiting the shop, you spot Asra walking out of its more mundane opposite with a vulnerary.

She turns to face the desert outskirts of the small town, apparently with intent to head out.

>A. Let her be. She does this
>B. Say something (specification preferred, but not required)
>C. Quietly try to follow her
>D. Write-in

>>42113357
>B. Say something (specification preferred, but not required)
Hey, no more wondering off alone. If you ever do need to go let me know and I'll watch your back.

>>42113357
>>B. Say something (specification preferred, but not required)
Going with this. >>42113456

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>>42113486
And before anyone says anything about samefagging.

>>42113517
>3 unique posters. I doubt it'd be a problem

>>42113357
>vulnerary
You know guys, I think we should buy ourselves a vulnerary too before we leave town.

>>42113456
>>42113486
"Hey, don't wander off alone again like that so soon after what happened. If you need to go somewhere, then please let m-"

She actually turns around, blank-expressioned, and comes frighteningly close to shoving a dagger through your head then and there, before you have a chance to react.

Noticing who you are, she draws away just as quickly, saying, "I apologize. I... don't like being startled."

>A. No harm done
>B. Don't respond, just leave and let this blow over
>C. Why would you jump to that?
>D. Write-in

>>42113739
>A. No harm done

"I can't blame you for being awfully jumpy after that incident, but you need to calm down. You're safe now, let's keep it that way."

>>42113739
A. No worries, neither do i

>>42113825
>>42113972
You take a deep breath, admittedly somewhat startled yourself, before beginning, "it's... fine, don't worry about it. Still, though, I think you should keep calm for a little while. You're safe, we're safe, let's not change that."

"But the Peshkatz operative wasn't accounted for. For everyone's safety, I can't rest until I find them."

>A. Asra, take a rest
>B. You have a point. Carry on.
>C. Have you seen them at all
>D. Write-in

>>42114102
>>A. Asra, take a rest
"Otherwise you'll begin to think that everyone is out to get you. Or worse, you'll begin to be afraid of your own shadow. It doesn't have to be with me, but hang around Miles for a bit. If you haven't noticed by now, I am a magnet for trouble. I bet I'll trip over this Peshkatz operative before you even notice him."

>>42114102
>C. Have you seen them at all

>>42114102
At least let me come with you.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>42114210
>>42114281
Either way I think >>42114224 can be written into the response, but the context can be very different depending on Ellen's words here.

>>42114353
Please do include it. I meant mine to come after

>>42114353
"Have you even seen this person, Asra?"

"Not since being captured, but they said they would wait to kill me until the mission Roderick's wyvern riders were sent for was completed."

"Then that is... Troubling. At least let me help, Asra. It's clear that this person is after you in particular if they're even still here after what we did to those wyverns, and they already caught you once."

Asra, surprisingly, agrees, staying in sight for a longer time than you've ever actually known her to. She's not exactly the best conversationalist, though you're just glad she's letting herself be safe after what almost happened.

Nothing comes of your investigation, and Asra informs you that Miles wished to leave soon.

>A. Sounds fine. This was a wild goose chase anyway.
>B. Reluctantly agree to cut this off.
>C. We need to find this guy!
>D. Would that one prisoner know?
>E. Write-in

>>42114532
>>D. Would that one prisoner know?

>>42114532
>D. Would that one prisoner know?

>>42114560
>>42114600
"That, uh, that prisoner! The guy Devon put to sleep and got captured. If anyone has a chance of finding this person., it's gonna be him."

"I suppose it would be worth asking. Come, let's be quick about it."

The not-quite-jail of the village is staffed by all of three guards, consisting of all of two cells, a lobby sort of area, and a locked-up back room. You couldn't see any windows into the back room from outside.

In the lobby sort of area, you actually find Miles sitting. Next to him is Bryce, one leg curled over the other, tapping his grounded foot somewhat impatiently.

You don't see anyone in the cells.

"Yeah, yeah, we know we're taking awhile. Some friend of the mayor's flew into town, asked him all nice to speak to the guy we nabbed."

Miles adds, "so you two had the same idea we did, then... Er, Asra, go tell the others that we might be running a little late actually leaving."

"Understood."

You don't even see her leave.

>A. Have a seat
>B. Follow her. Miles and Bryce have got this
>C. Friend of the mayor?
>D. Write-in

>>42114957
Maybe the friend is the agent. Should have asked for a physical description.
Also a+c

>>42114957
>>B. Follow her. Miles and Bryce have got this

>>42115040
Actually, changing to B too. Sitting around is boring

>>42115120
I dunno. I think Octoling can make even waiting seem exciting.

>>42114957
>C. Friend of the mayor?
Obviously the assassin.

>>42115076
>>42115120
You decide to just leave them to it, following Asra's example and bidding Miles and Bryce farewell.

Ironically, leaving makes the next several minutes uneventful, and you mostly alternate between hanging around with Victoria and with Quidel.

Some hotheaded attention freak on the town guard challenges Gorman to a duel after deciding he's taken up too much of his coworkers' attention and praise, ending with the former's humiliation. Laurina said something to the guy afterwards that you thought was pretty funny at the time, but you've already forgotten it.

The mayor approaches you during this time, however, saying, "word is that late captain kept quite the sharp eye on you, but I wasn't really informed as to why. Are you another one of those heroic adventure thorn-in-evil's-side types, perhaps?" His tone is amused, as though he never tires of meeting people like that, and inviting. This old fellow has seen a lot of types pass through this place.

>A. You're not really an adventurer
>B. You might be
>C. Why are you asking
>D. Ask about his "friend"
>E. Write-in

>>42115432
>B. You might be
>D. Ask about his "friend"

>>42115432
>>B. You might be?

>>42115432
>B. You might be
>D. Ask about his "friend"

>>42115486
>>42115608
"I... Guess I might be."

"Might be, hmm? Well, I can see it in you. You'll be one of the types to see everything by the end of your life. Maybe someone'll have to drag ya, though you don't look the type to mind if it's the right one." The old man chuckles.

"Er, also, I was over at your detention center earlier, and I, well... Apparently an old 'friend' of yours was visiting the guy we captured?"

"Yeah, you probably mean Lex. She asked real sweet, but to think she finally called in that favor by talkin' to some wyvern rider... Thirty-five years and that's when she does it."

>A. 'Lex' isn't some sort of assassin, right
>B. Ask more about her in a less brusque way
>C. Thirty-five years?
>D. Favor?
>E. Write-in

>>42115759
>C. Thirty-five years?
"I get the feeling that the guy we've captured has a very protected mother, right?"

>>42115759
>C. Thirty-five years?
>D. Favor?

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>>42115855
"Th-thirty-five years? Er, did the guy we capture have a really protective mom or something?"

The mayor laughs, "not that I would know of. Lex's kids don't look a thing like that, far as I know. I don't know Lex's business with the man and I didn't ask."

"Does that have something to do with the favor?"

"Yeah, Sharlow Village is in her debt. It's... kind of embarrassing, but back in the gap, our little town was this close to being left with nothing by a bunch of flying bandits. She and a friend of hers were just riding through the area to pop into Elza Oasis, made personally sure that none of them made it out with our stuff. I think that, uh... Okay, what was her friend's name? Took her word as gospel, that friend seemed to."

>A. It's not really relevant
>B. Ask something else about 'Lex' (specify)
>C. Cool story
>D. Say something else (specify)
>E. Write-in

>>42116123
Er... Time extension. Another 10-15 minutes.

>>42116123
>B. Ask something else about 'Lex' (specify)
What does she look like?

>>42116441
Sorry, I was distracted by the bloody loogie I just hocked.
>>42116469
Going with this, then go see the prisoner. She didn't take him right?

>>42116469
>>42116625
"This friend of yours, I didn't actually see her. Mind telling me what she looks like so I know?"

"Sure, sure... She's a tall thing-er, not so much as you or your buddy there, but compared to most of us-she's got this really long, red, ringed hair usually kept tied back out of her eyes. When I saw her she was in this old red armor. Kinda worn, but you can still tell that it's good material, pricier than you can get 'round these parts."

"Thanks. I, uh, think that I'm gonna go check on Miles at the detention center. Lex wouldn't run off with this prisoner, would she?"

"No, no, promised she wouldn't take him from us."

You start to walk off, nodding and thanking him, but as soon as you're a ways away, he finally speaks up again, "I remember now. Yvette, that was her friend's name!"

>A. Keep going
>B. Turn back and ask some more things
>C. Write-in

>>42116956
>B. Turn back and ask some more things

>>42116956
>>B. Turn back and ask some more things

>>42116956
Thank him then keep going.

Why does that sound so familiar?

>>42117024
Why does Yvette sound so familiar?

Because she trained us for like a month straight because she sees herself in us.

>>42117070
Well, she would've trained you either way. She was just very personally invested in your growth because of the familiarity.

>>42117099
Reading through the pastebin, it says we killed Roderick, I thought he retreated.

Did we loot his shit? He probably had good gear

>>42116973
>>42117004
"Hey, wait... Yvette, you said?"

"Yeah, got a friend by that name?"

"Er, well, yes, actually. She's one of Neir's highest-ranking knights, and-"

"Yeah, that'd be her, then." The mayor sighs, "good to hear she's done well for herself..."

Before you can say much more, Miles and Bryce run towards the group that's been waiting around, Miles saying, "we've made a mistake. We need to have been moving HOURS ago."

>A. Take this at face value. They can explain later
>B. Why?
>C. You can't leave yet!
>D. Write-in

>>42117301
>A. Take this at face value. They can explain later

>>42117301
>A. Take this at face value. They can explain later

>>42117248
No, Roderick being killed is what made everyone who was left retreat. They decided this really wasn't worth their lives.

Though I don't think any of your party can currently use it, I can just say you swiped his Killer Lance for later use.

>>42117301
>A. Take this at face value. They can explain later
Fuck

>>42117301
>>A. Take this at face value. They can explain later
I'm assuming the Peshkatz operative managed to slip in and bail him out, somehow.

>>42117348
Give it to one of the Knights when we get back.
Maybe Reese

>>42117457
Why not give it to Zoe or Cheryl?

>>42117327
>>42117334
>>42117432
>>42117433
Miles and Bryce end up being similarly impatient with the rest of the party, making sure you all get going before letting anyone else take time to ask questions.

After awhile, Devon is the first to open her mouth in questioning, saying, "Miles, please at least tell us why we're hauling like this..."

"All that that guy could tell us was that the Peshkatz was hired to help them with the mission they'd laid out, that even Roderick didn't know anything other than that they'd been hired."

"Now, think about it, Peshkatz training also makes you a damn fine scout," Bryce says, "being real dedicated to following orders, not being distracted, and we ain't exactly their top-priority targets."

Asra is the first to get what he's getting at, quietly expressing this with an "oh no..."

Quidel is the next to respond, him with a confused, "what's 'oh no?' I mean, I know that it must be something bad, but..."

>A. Explain it to him (specify what you think it means)
>B. You don't know either!
>C. Stay silent
>D. Write-in

>>42117576
Yeah, actually.

Let's give it to Zoe when we get back.

>>42117628
>>A. Explain it to him (specify what you think it means)
Their real target are Corneria's kids or Princess Paula.

>>42117628
>B. You don't know either!

>>42117576
>>42117632

Didn't they buy some nicer lances on their girl's night out? Giving it to Reese would be a better idea I think.

>>42117628
>B. You don't know either!

>>42117660
Kia's the one with Vaga's crew+Yancy.

Paula is who knows where.

>>42117698
You got me there. I just wonder whether Reese will remain a part of the party though. I'm curious on what they meant about him being serious with a wagon.

>>42117731
What did happen to Princess Paula?

>>42117770
If you happen to know, please let Lars or Alexia know. They miss her very much.

>>42117661
>>42117698
"Yeah, don't force us to figure this stuff out!"

"We were never Dain's target. The... younger hostages were."

"You mean the twins and the princess have an assassin tailing them?" Victoria is struggling a bit to keep up with the pace.

Noticing this, Bryce quickly strikes a pose and flicks his hands across his pomp, creating his revitalizing discordant noises. "Yeah, so we gotta haul ass down the path they took!"

Bovis ends up running ahead significantly faster than the rest of the party to protect the person he was created to protect.

An older-looking woman matching the description the mayor gave of Lex winds up riding up towards the group, her horse managing to catch up even with its many feet impeded by the sand. An axe is worn on her back, sword at her waist, you notice, but you can't really focus enough to see exactly what kind any of them are.

You suppose the mayor described Lex as somewhat heroic-sounding, so this isn't horribly unbelievable.

>A. No time to talk! There's ass to haul!
>B. Say something to someone (specify)
>C. Try to give this woman Roderick's lance
>D. Write-in

>>42118004
>>A. No time to talk! There's ass to haul!
Piggy-back Victoria if we have to!

>>42118004
Ask for a ride

>>42118004
>>B. Say something to someone (specify)
Ask Lex for a ride. If she bitches, tell her Yvette will owe her one.

You guys think it would be a good idea to give her the lance? She's going to be there the quickest, and I think she's going to need it in order to kill the first few mooks fast.

>>42118206
she already has two. I don't think she has room.
We can ask though, or use it ourselves if shes charging.

Assuming we arrive into action

>>42118077
>>42118168
You're not sure what prompts you to do so, but after noticing Lex ride up and give Miles a nod (a gesture which he returns), you... Take the brief moment where she's slowed down as an excuse to approach her, asking if you can tag along on her ride.

"Now isn't the time for jokes," she says, "riding up ahead would be very dangerous for-"

"I'll put in a good word with Yvette when I get back to Rakche."

This silences Lex for a moment before she concedes, telling you quickly to hop on/pulling you upwards and behind her without missing a beat. With another gesture, her horse picks up speed again, managing to rival the pace on sand of the magically-inclined.

"You don't happen to be using Roderick's old lance, do you?"

>A. No, do you want it?
>B. No, I'm holding onto it for someone
>C. Yes (this is a lie. You don't know how to use a lance in general)
>D. Write-in

>>42118454
>>A. No, do you want it?

>>42118454
>>B. No, I'm holding onto it for someone
"There's a very good friend of mine with Yvette who just became a knight, and I want him to have it... but, if you want to borrow it until we have to split ways, I'm willing to let you have it until then."

>>42118676
Change this vote to this one >>42118699

>>42118454
>A. No, do you want it?
>>42118699
>special
Anon pls
>>42118707
Nice to see you grand.

>>42118786
I'm always here, watching and chronicling your every move. Never forget that.

Nice to see you too.

>>42118786
Nevermind. The word special didn't come up and I'm an idiot

>>42118699
>>42118749
"There's an... acquaintance of mine, a fellow knight who would probably appreciate having it, but if you know how to use it you can borrow it until we're through."

"I don't know if I'll be able to give it back, though... I kind of have a plan in mind for what to do with this thing, way too involved to talk about on the fly... That is Roderick's lance, right?"

>A. Fine, just keep it
>B. No can do, sorry
>C. You recognized it on-sight?
>D. Write-in

>>42118875
>>D. Better get to talking, then.
>C. You recognized it on site?

>C. You recognized it on-sight?
>A. Fine, just keep it
>but if there is a chance I'd really like to keep it

>>42119049
Second

>>42118943

>>42119113
anon why are you linking to my post

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>>42119049
>>42119094
>>42118943
>>42119113

>>42119141
I assumed it meant they were seconding it.

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>>42119142
"You recognized this specific lance on sight?" You ask as you handed it over.

"His buddy you captured mentioned that it was looted off of him, and then a bunch of people who don't look like they've waved a lance in their lives show up with a nice-looking lance? It wasn't hard to piece together."

Before you can say much more, Lex rides past the body of a garou, laying face-down in the sand, throwing knives stuck in her. Lex, on the other hand, is rather distracted by a trio of fully-formed Dracozombies currently fighting... A small group of people in the distance. You can't exactly see who they are.

Just a bit further away than whoever's being accosted could safely reach, you recognize the Tower of Longevity, and thus, Elza Oasis.

"What is... What is going on here?"

>A. Reassure Lex. Bolse is the only one you know of who can do Dracozombies
>B. Dismount and ready your Wyrmslayer
>C. Stay on Lex's horse with her until she tells you otherwise
>D. Say something else (specify)
>E. Write-in

>>42119308
>C. Stay on Lex's horse with her until she tells you otherwise
RIDE ME CLOSER SO I CAN HIT THEM WITH MY SWORD

>>42119308
>>A. Reassure Lex. Bolse is the only one you know of who can do Dracozombies
>>B. Dismount and ready your Wyrmslayer

Juuust in case.

>>42119308
>C. Stay on Lex's horse with her until she tells you otherwise
"In case those Dracozombies aren't on our side, their weak spot is where their spine meets their skull."

>>42119376
Oh right. Let's ready the wyrmslayer regardless

>>42119376
>>42119385
Taking out Roderick's mother's Wyrmslayer, you say to Lex, "I... honestly can't tell if these are ours, but I can't think of why or how Bolse could summon completed ones when he's under attack when it took him forever to screw up incomplete Dracozombies... Also, er, they'll die if you can separate their skulls from their spines. A well-aimed chop from an axe should-"

"They have a weakness to getting their heads removed, got it." She replaces her recently-acquired Killer Lance with the axe-well, actually, it looks more like a hammer now that you've been looking at it-on her back.

Two more fly in from the West. There are now five dracozombies. The axe(?)-wielder you're partnered with kindly tells you to get off so she can ride in uninhibited, immediately charging the crowd.

>A. Follow her
>B. Go for the newcomers
>C. Hold back until the rest catch up
>D. Write-in

>>42119606
>>B. Go for the newcomers

>>42119606
>B. Go for the newcomers

>>42119606
>B. Go for the newcomers

>>42119622
>>42119643
>>42119692
Like last time, you immediately head out to meet those furthest from anyone who's fighting.

It's... not quite as easy when you're in the middle of the desert, and they both fly over you before deciding to surround you themselves.

A dark magical aura surrounds one's mouth as it takes a breath. The other draws closer to you.

Both are flapping their wings, flying slightly above the ground.

>A. Attack the breathing one
>B. Attack the approaching one
>C. Get out of their ways
>D. Brace for impact
>E. Write-in

>>42119842
>>C. Get out of their ways
Maybe they'll attack one another?

>>42119842
>A. Attack the breathing one
If we're lucky we'll only lose one finger this time.

>>42119842
>>C. Get out of their ways
>>42119906
This anon has the right idea.

>>42119906
>>42119942
While you won't be able to simply outmaneuver them, and you're somewhat certain just by looking at them that these are stronger than the last Dracozombies you faced, you're not exactly sure you're going to die.

Instead, you roll out of their ways as one lunges at you from above with its familiar jaws and the other launches its deadly breath at you. They end up attacking each other.

The breath doesn't do much to the biter, but the jaws are strong enough even in decay to rip the other dracozombie's skull and spine away from the rest of its body, which falls to the ground and dissolves.

The bodyless dracozombie wriggles around while its accidental assailant takes another look at you, charging up its breath.

>A. Attack!
>B. Dodge back!
>C. Dodge to the side!
>D. Get the hell away!
>E. Write-in!

>>42120176
>B. Dodge back!

>>42120176
>>E. Write-in!
Roll under its breath (assuming it won't lol-touch-the-ground-right-in-front-of-it), then stab upwards, through its neck and hopefully its spine, as you come back onto your feet.

>>42120176
>A. Attack!

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>42120267
>>42120221
>>42120229

>>42120365
You figure that the best course of action is to not even give it the chance to attack, recalling the incident with the Mage Fighter in the underground tunnel.

It can't use magic if it's dead(er).

Your Wyrmslayer has no trouble piercing the flesh and bone of the Dracozombie, not getting stuck like that old Iron Sword did.

You come out of this encounter with two less fingers lost than the last time you killed a Dracozombie, leaving you with the same eight as ever.

The other Dracozombie writhes, still barely alive, and roars a little.

>A. Kill it
>B. Leave it

And...

>C. Head further West. Whoever is summoning these can't be coming from too far out that way
>D. Go back and help your companions

>>42120486
>>A. Kill it
>D. Go back and help your companions

>>42120486
>>B. Leave it
>>D. Go back and help your companions
We don't have the time. Gotta go and help them out quickly!

>>42120564
> we don't have time to easily kill an already mostly-dead dragon

anon if we leave it animated there is a 100% chance it will only come back to bite us in the ass

>>42120611
Well, I'm willing to take that chance if it'll help us save someone in time.

>>42120486
>A. Kill it
>D. Go back and help your companions

If we're able to take out two of them by ourselves then the others can hold out a bit longer.

>>42120551
>>42120680
And this is why we have votes. Well, this is going to turn out dramatic nonetheless. That's a win for everyone.

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>>42120551
It only takes an instant to correct the issue of the still-living(?) Dracozombie, and off in the distance you swear you see a horde of Bael skittering out West. You figure that this means Logan is investigating, given that what little you know of him told of his affinity for summoning spiders.

Meanwhile, back where you were, Lex has managed to take a hammer to the back of a Dracozombie's skull, much to the awe of Princess Kia, Bolse, and Katina.

Only two remain, and the first appears to have just taken a chunk out of one of Vaga's hunnies. The man himself looks damn-near catatonic, and the three remaining (you're not sure where the third missing hunny is, and you're not sure you want to, but you can guess) she-wolves are doing most of the heavy-lifting in a transformed state. Lex tastefully moves herself and her horse between Kia's field of view and the ensuing fight.

The Great Miles+Bovis and Victoria are making quick work of the third, Miles shouting orders, and Yancy is being hoisted up by Quidel. You can't tell what's wrong with him through that dark robe of his, and it doesn't look like he's bleeding, but he has one arm slung around Quidel while the other is uselessly drooping.

>A. Help someone (specify)
>B. Follow the spiders
>C. Head for Elza Oasis
>D. Write-in?

>>42120868
>>A. Help someone (specify)
PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER, VAGA!

>>42120868
>>42120895
this lmao

>>42120895
>>42120903
"Vaga, man, pull yourself together!"

He doesn't answer.

One of his companions says, "we tried that! He's just... He hasn't responded to much of anything since Elisa got that knife in her, and it's only gotten worse..."

>A. Get him out of there yourself
>B. Attack the Dracozombie
>C. Say something else (specify)
>D. Tell his harem to get Vaga to the city
>E. Follow the spiders
>F. Write-in

>>42121066
Who the fuck is Elisa?

>D. Tell his harem to get Vaga to the city.

And where are the spiders going?

>E. Follow the spiders

>>42121066
>B. Attack the Dracozombie
>D. Tell his harem to get Vaga to the city

>>42121066
>>B. Attack the Dracozombie
>D. Tell his harem to get Vaga to the city
>>42121129
My guess would be the Garou we passed when we were getting here.

>>42121142
That would be correct.

>>42121136
Miles and company has one occupied, and Lex is taking care of the other. Was there a third one? I know there was five and we've taken care of two of them. I'm curious where the spiders are going. I'm guessing you guys would like to help out instead of investigating?

>>42121172
The third is the one currently giving the garou gals a lot of grief.

>>42121192
>>42121129

Change the E vote to an A then.

>>42121222
Which vote were you?

>>42121222
No. B. Sorry. Not A. Make it an B.

>>42121249
The first one. This one.>>42121129

I'll even crop up an image for you that it is me after this post.

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>>42121266
And here it is.

>>42121136
>>42121142
>>42121250
"Look, just... get him to the city and stay put until we come for you, all four of you. This isn't the place for him right now.

The garou you addressed nods, transforms, picks Vaga up, and books it. The other two follow suit.

You notice the dark spell Yancy typically tosses being flung at the Dracozombie, but find its source to be none other than Bolse. It... Well, it distracts the creature, if nothing else leaving you a perfect opportunity to finish the job.

Lex also takes said opportunity, leading to the poor thing having its spine shattered and head cut off.

Without another word, you start heading West as you saw Logan's bael horde head, hearing Kia excitedly say "you're the strongest, aunt Lexi!" and then assorted degrees that amount to varying tones in which one can say "what the hell?" from various party members.

In this confusion, Katina slips away, following you.

"I swear, my brother didn't summon these ones. They must have another necromancer!"

>A. That's who you're looking for
>B. You don't know what's up yet
>C. Write-in dialogue

And as for Katina following you...

>D. Let her this time
>E. Try to tell her to leave
>F. Change course. Personally return her to Elza Oasis

>>42121398
>>A. That's who you're looking for
>D. Let her this time

Well... she's going to learn at some point.

>>42121398
>>A. That's who you're looking for
>D. Let her this time

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>>42121437
>>42121456
"That's who I'm hoping to find," you explain, "see, your bodyguard who isn't a backstabbing liar prince-or, uh, maybe someone else who can summon Bael, but probably Logan-had the same idea as I did, I assume. The dragons are coming from the West, so naturally that's where the person summoning them is!"

Katina nods, "well, whoever they are, I can take care of them and any dragons they might throw at us!"

The small horde of bael ends at a grown man with a bushy moustache riding a wyvern. Behind him is a small, hooded person. You can see blue ringlets poking out of their hood.

An incomplete dracozombie or two rise from the ground as the probable necromancer mutters something you can't quite hear, but the dragons are swarmed and killed(?) by bael as soon as they rise, unable to fully-form. Beneath the shifting legs of the various bael, you see what looks like some sort of dead person in very light, dark-colored armor.

"Er, hey, we should probably get out of here!" The wyvern lord says to his companion. The companion says something else, and he's quick to rebut, "they said that if we couldn't get the kids back, it's acceptable to get the book back, and our sneakiest guy just got the nasty end of some bael venom. We're LEAVING."

The necromancer nods after a moment, and the wyvern takes flight out of the bael's collective ranges just as they finally break through a last pathetic attempt at raising more dracozombies.

The pair flies off, and Katina is quick on the draw, flipping through a yellow tome and saying, "wyverns are like dragons, right? So a blast of Arcthunder should fry those guys right out of the sky!"

The ground around her starts to glow as she reads from the tome.

>A. Let her
>B. Stop her!
>C. Write-in?

>>42121682
>>B. Stop her!
But why on earth would we stop her?

>>42121682
>>A. Let her
OH SHIT! THEY GOT THAT NECRO BOOK FUCK THEM! FIRE ALL THE ARCTHUNDERS!

>>42121714
>blue ringlets
>small person

>>42121682
>>A. Let her

>>42121735
Wait. I'm slow here. Help me here.

>>42121735
Its a kid? Don't tell me it's Paula.

>>42121725
Change this to B. We don't know who were killing here! They might have taken another poor kid hostage and is using them as a medium to necromancy.

>>42121682
>C. Write-in?
If possible, tell Katrina to Arcthunder close to the wyvern to scare it and stop it from leaving but don't actually hit it.

>>42121812
This actually sounds good. I'm going with this so ignore this please! >>42121798

>>42121812
>>42121823
"Katina, don't actually hit them! Just try to scare the-"

For a terrifying moment, lightning fills the sky. The wyvern is halted for a moment from surprise, but the wyvern lord manages to gain control of the situation and keep flying off.

"What was that for? I could've shot them out of the sky if you didn't distract me!" Katina huffs.

"Katina, that necromancer barely looked older than Kia. And that's a hair color I've only seen on King Drasma and his kids..."

"You don't mean..."

"Lady Katina..!" Into the scene Logan walks, dismissing his bael summons.

"Oh, hey Logan." She greets him very... casually.

He blinks, then says, "well, you're well enough to be casual, anyway," with a smile. "Come now, General Corneria will be delighted to see you. Tell me, was that your brother I saw towards the South end of town?"

>To be continued next thread
Thanks for playing. You can follow our update twitter @qmgrandflocto.

I'll be in the thread to chat for awhile (might take some melatonin, though), but if I miss you (or you just don't wanna/don't think to ask in-thread) feel free to inquire via ask.fm/qmgrandflocto

Either next thread or the thread after that, Ellen should be reunited with the knights. I figure that after the last of your business with General Corneria/postmortem of the arc is done, I'll mini-timeskip to the triumphant return.

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>>42122106
WOOHOO!
So how many people are going to lose on the betting pool that Ellen wouldn't make it back?

>>42122157
"we're probably so fucking far away from our friends that it'll take 10 fucking threads to find them!"
-some anon, thread 16

>>42122190
Meant IC, Their is OBVIOUSLY a betting pool for when she's going to get back.

>>42122226
There* Fuck I'm drunk on tiredness.

>>42122226
The friendly neighborhood dubiously-criminal Anna in Heim may have tried to instigate something of the sort, but sadly nobody bit. Partially because Yvette got really mad about it.

That said, Mitchell, Robert, and Jay probably all doubted you'd be back, and I'm somewhat dubious as to Monica's stance on whether or not you're alive right now.

>>42122263
God what about Stefyn? It can only end hilarious;y since we're his fucking boogeyman.

>>42122285
Stefyn sincerely hopes for your safety and wishes he could welcome you back without risk of getting gutted for his efforts when the time comes