>>42275942
gettin hueg

As Ellen, alongside the rest of Garrus' companions, continues to travel towards-and hopefully intercept-Ahua and the rest of the Garou she brought to fight, the Great Miles mercenary company heads North from Rakche, hoping to find signs of wyvern squadrons hidden within the snowy peaks of Tordo.

>A. None of our business. Let's keep following Ellen.
>B. Take control of one of the Great Miles (this is not required, but will be offered for the next few threads, the window otherwise closing next time we see one of them as Ellen).

20 minute vote time, as per usual for start of thread course decisions.

>>42276026
>A. None of our business. Let's keep following Ellen.
I'd rather stick as Ellen.

>>42276026
I want to do the side chapter, but I completely forgot who the cast was with Miles.

>>42276026
>>B. Take control of one of the Great Miles (this is not required, but will be offered for the next few threads, the window otherwise closing next time we see one of them as Ellen).

I'll like to play as Asara.

>>42276142
Just himself, Bryce, Devon, Asra, Laurina, and Gorman.

>>42276142
SCOUT/THIEF GIRL MANG! Let's get all tactical! Join me! >>42276164

>>42276167
Whoa! I had no idea that Gorman decided to join them.

>>42276026
>>B. Take control of one of the Great Miles (this is not required, but will be offered for the next few threads, the window otherwise closing next time we see one of them as Ellen).
>>42276164
Asra, sure.

>>42276203
He's a mercenary. He was hired for the job, and so were they.

>>42276268
Oh, so he's with the group for now since they're doing the same job, then? Makes sense.

>>42276164
>>42276142
>>42276257
The Great Miles are heading north, accompanied by the Hero Gorman, as one of a few search parties investigating the regions of Tordo just North of Neir. Their destination is the most directly close to Rakche, the capital, and thought to be the likeliest of the suspected locations they could be hiding out.

Not much is known about these mountains, but, should you spot them, you are not to engage the Emperor's Flight alone unless absolutely necessary. ESPECIALLY not if they have Lars along.

That being said, who, exactly, are you?

>A. Miles, the leader of his eponymous company. A sage who has inherited great skill in fire magic.
>B. Devon, the good-natured fiancee of Miles. A commoner who uses the skills of the bishop class.
>C. Bryce, a boisterous magenta-clad bard and old friend of the boss. He's big and he revitalizes. There's not much more to say.
>D. Asra, trained from birth as a Peshkatz Assassin, managing to run away from her past. Often quiet and single-minded.
>E. Laurina, a former pirate and the most recent member of the company. Moody at times, but much less than she once was. (pirate class)
>F. Gorman, Ellen's mentor-turned-mercenary-turned-mentor-turned-mercenary again, along with the group purely by convenience. (Hero class)

>>42276486
>E. Laurina, a former pirate and the most recent member of the company. Moody at times, but much less than she once was. (pirate class)

>>42276486
>>A. Miles, the leader of his eponymous company. A sage who has inherited great skill in fire magic.

>>42276486
>>E. Laurina, a former pirate and the most recent member of the company. Moody at times, but much less than she once was. (pirate class)

>>42276486
>E. Laurina, a former pirate and the most recent member of the company. Moody at times, but much less than she once was. (pirate class)
Her or Asra.

>>42276529
>>42276582
>>42276627
You are Laurina. Until a couple years ago, you were a nobody pirate, doing dirty deeds and lining the pockets of Captain Arvo, a fellow who controlled an entire fleet of pirates.

A chance meeting with someone who is now your ex led you away from that life very shortly after your particular ship was hired out for mercenary purposes by Duchess Victoria. You remember very strongly disliking her at the time.

One thing led to another, and now you've gone from a complete nobody to... The second least-known member of a famous mercenary group.

Yippee.

So, miss "raised on the open sea in a warm archipelago," how're the mountains treating you?

>A. You have a coat, so you're fine
>B. You're cold, but who wouldn't be
>C. This is unbearable, yet... you're bearing it
>D. You've asked to turn back at least once
>E. Write-in

>>42276829
>C. This is unbearable, yet... you're bearing it

>>42276829
>B. You're cold, but who wouldn't be

>>42276829
>>B. You're cold, but who wouldn't be

>>42276891
>>42276914
Well, both of the places you grew up in were pretty hot, and you're cold now, who wouldn't be? It's not like the sea can't be an absolutely freezing place in colder seasons, so this isn't completely foreign to you.

Anyway, you've put up with crap for most of your life, and this is hardly the worst of what you're willing to frown and bear.

Honestly, Bryce seems to be doing much worse than you, despite his attempts to hide it. That pompous idiot insisted on wearing his usual magenta getup, and still hasn't even thrown a coat on.

>A. None of your business
>B. If he freezes himself, you're all down a bard
>C. You don't want to be the one to make him
>D. You absolutely want to make him
>E. Write-in?

>>42277055
>>B. If he freezes himself, you're all down a bard
>>C. You don't want to be the one to make him

>>42277055
>>B. If he freezes himself, you're all down a bard
>>C. You don't want to be the one to make him

>>42277055
>B. If he freezes himself, you're all down a bard

>>42277082
>>42277106
If that idiot freezes himself, you're all down a bard, and with his skills as one in particular, such a loss would be massive to your lot's energy and morale. Someone needs to tell him to cut it out and put on a damn coat...

...and you're not doing it.

Ultimately, Miles manages to make him listen to reason, but he seems to deliberately pick a rather small jacket for... He said "aesthetic" or something.

Miles speaks up a time later. "Anyway, we should be reaching a settlement soon enough, assuming the weather gets no worse. Surely they'll have a place we can rest, warm up a moment."

>A. Keep to yourself the whole way there
>B. Speak to one of your fellow Great Miles (specify)
>C. Speak to Gorman
>D. Try to go on ahead
>E. Write-in

>>42277233
>C. Speak to Gorman

>>42277233
>>C. Speak to Gorman
>>D. Try to go on ahead

If there's one things I learned about pirates from Ross,

it's that they can slaughter literal legions of undead and other, more terrifying monsters, all by themselves.

>>42277274
You pass the time on the way to this apparently-nameless settlement speaking to Gorman a bit. In the brief time you've known each other, you've both become much more proficient with axes, and he's reminded you that your father, Durvan, was a respected war hero in his own right for Dain, before... Well, something he did during the war led him to somehow believe the safest place to move your family was a goddamned pirate hellscape.

There was a pretty big portion of time where last anyone anywhere had heard, he'd been shipwrecked, and your mom died during that time. Instead of sticking around with your stepfather, you ran away and joined the most infamous profession of the Southern coast and beyond of Teege. You'd heard that he's turned up again since then, but never actually had the chance to return to Ulir. Your ship was hired out by Victoria shortly after you found out.

Anyway, you're not here to talk about training, or reminisce, or anything else. You just matter-of-factly tell Gorman, "I'm going on ahead."

He matter-of-factly tells you not to run too far off, then goes to tell your boss.

As you travel ahead, you encounter two corpses, by whose state of dress you can assume are-were-bandits.

>A. Ignore them
>B. Investigate
>C. Take a shot in the dark and assume Asra is present. Ask the void for Asra's opinion.
>D. Write-in?

>>42277515
Meant to add that I was replying to this one too, if it wasn't obvious.

>>42277640
>>B. Investigate
>>C. Take a shot in the dark and assume Asra is present. Ask the void for Asra's opinion.

>>42277640
>B. Investigate
>C. Take a shot in the dark and assume Asra is present. Ask the void for Asra's opinion.

>>42277680
>>42277682
Nailed it

>>42277680
>>42277682
You look over at the bodies, saying to hopefully somebody, "uh, Asra, what do you make of this?"

...

Silence. She must not really be here. Well, it was worth a shot. You take to investigating yourself, turning the bodies over. They're... very warm, considering the climate.

No, wait, scratch that. They're quite literally charred on one side. You're not sure you're familiar with any fire tomes that leaves marks like this, either...

>A. Go on ahead
>B. Wait here for the others to catch up

>>42277778
>B. Wait here for the others to catch up

>>42277778
>>B. Wait here for the others to catch up
(Can wyverns breathe fire?)

>>42277778
>>A. Go on ahead

get ready for Manaketes everybody

>>42277841
Yes they can.

>>42277900
I'm not sure if most can in this particular setting, though.

>>42277920
You mean FE setting or this quests? Wiki says wild wyverns breath fire but mounts dont. Although that might just be because the rider was the unit itself

>>42277966
One or the other. Wyvern "rules" are kind of inconsistent between games.

>>42277807
>>42277841
"Laurina, have you found something?" Miles is the first to notice you standing there.

"She's found bodies." Asra says from behind you. You jump away, hiding your startledness, and shoot her an annoyed look she doesn't seem to register.

"They look like they were brigands," Devon says, "but... What could have done this? Could Lars have..?"

Gorman interrupts her. "No, Lars uses wind magic, from when I've seen him. These were clearly burned by..."

And now it's Miles' turn to interrupt, with, "no, no fire magic I've ever seen would leave marks so... like this. There... might be manaketes in the village ahead."

"Hey, though, we were prepared for this!" Bryce puts his fist in his opposite palm a few times. "We can take down any dragon in our way!"

>A. Don't be so sure
>B. Agree
>C. Don't assume it's hostile, or you might MAKE it hostile
>D. You're indifferent to this boast
>E. Write-in

>>42278019
>>C. Don't assume it's hostile, or you might MAKE it hostile

>>42278019
>D. You're indifferent to this boast

>>42278019
>C. Don't assume it's hostile, or you might MAKE it hostile
Bandits have a habit of bringing these things upon themselves

>>42278035
>>42278044
>>42278037
Bryce can be a boastful idiot all he wants, you don't care.

That being said, you make sure to tell the group, "bandits do this to themselves a lot. This... mamkute might not be our enemy."

"Eh, I guess so... But you can bet if it is, I'll shove my first down its throat!" Bryce performs a bicep-polishing gesture, and the group moves past the charred corpses.

Soon enough, you find yourselves at a small settlement, having little more than a bit more than a half-dozen cabins and a very small-looking inn, aside from what looks like some sort of town hall towards the center of the place, just slightly bigger than the inn, and much sturdier-looking than anything else.

A few humans, most dressed appropriately for the weather, wander around outside.

>A. Immediately head to the inn
>B. Look if there's much worth note at the cabins
>C. Check out the most important-looking building
>D. Stand around in the cold
>E. Write-in

>>42278292
>A. Immediately head to the inn

>>42278323

>>42278292
>>B. Look if there's much worth note at the cabins

>>42278292
>B. Look if there's much worth note at the cabins

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>42278323
>>42278345
>>42278409
>>42278444

>>42278490
Wanting to get out of the cold, you and Bryce are two of the first to get to the inn, leaving all that "asking around" stuff for the rest of the group.

"Yep, looks like Miles was right," Bryce says, tearing a piece of paper off of the door, "and so was I by the looks of things."

He shows you the paper, forgetting that your reading comprehension has always been... rather low. You didn't not learn or anything, you just... Words get mixed around really easily when you look at them.

"...yes, this is. Probably about mamkutes." You can make out that much, and the words "ICE," "FIRE" and "WANTED," anyway. There is also a rather poor illustration of a person's face next to one of a... you think it's a dragon.

"Says 'wanted: Fire Dragon, named Michalis. Fugitive manakete on the run from the Ice Authority, wanted dead or alive. Approximately three-hundred years old...' Yeah, real helpful. That means he looks like a kid 'f he's a dragon, right? Anyway, says here there's a really pretty reward for finding him. 40,000 just for one guy."

>A. Ice authority?
>B. Let's get him then
>C. Does it say what he's wanted for
>D. Let's not bother
>E. Write-in

>>42278639
>>C. Does it say what he's wanted for

>>42278639
>>A. Ice authority?
>C. Does it say what he's wanted for

>>42278639
sounds like a party member

>>42278726
Could just be a cool 40k (which would divide into 6666 gold for the entire party), if you cut it that way.

>>42278777
EXTRA satanical!

>>42278703
>>42278705
"The... Ice authority."

"Guessin' that means ice dragons rule here. Makes sense by the environment."

"And... what does it say this guy is wanted for, for that much."

"Don't say nothin' 'bout why he's wanted. Just... 'fire dragon.' Maybe that's what it is, I dunno Tordo politics."

>A. Let's look for him, then
>B. Let's leave this be. We're not here for bounty hunting anyway
>C. Let's help him
>D. Write-in

>>42278777
Let's wait until we meet him to decide

>>42278859
>>B. Let's leave this be. We're not here for bounty hunting anyway

>>42278859
>>A. Let's look for him, then

>>42278859
>B. Let's leave this be. We're not here for bounty hunting anyway
>if we see him we might as well go for it though

>>42278859
>B. Let's leave this be. We're not here for bounty hunting anyway

>>42278876
>>42278908
>>42278964
"...let's not get distracted. If we find him, maybe, but otherwise..."

"Yeah, you're probably right... Still, though, 40k..."

As everyone else actually asks around the nameless settlement for clues, you and Bryce are warming yourselves in the inn by a fire. Sitting somewhat close to you is a kid with shaggy, unruly black hair, covering up his eyes and ears with its sheer... Bigness. He has quite the tan for this weather.

>A. We should go
>B. We should ask the innkeeper something (specify)
>C. Let Bryce direct your actions
>D. Just warm up here awhile
>E. Say something to Bryce (specify)
>F. Say something to the kid (specify)
>G. Write-in

>>42279136
Talk to the kid, but idk what to say.

Ask him about himself, I guess.

>>42279136
>B. We should ask the innkeeper something (specify)
Do you guys get a lot of travelers around here?

>>42279166
>>42279186
"I'm outta here. Need some kind've socialization." Bryce goes up to talk to the innkeeper with that, asking him, "don't get that many travelers 'round here, do ya?"

The innkeeper tells him, "not really. People still think the North is some awful place, but it's just... Smaller than its size. The Ice Authority stays out of our business, and sometimes there's the odd bandit, but we're made of stronger stuff than them. We've got nerves of ice."

"So, uh, no... Guys on wyverns?"

"Not 'round here, no. Only thing even close is Ormr, and whenever he comes around the bandits are even less of a problem and more of an ice sculpture."

You sort of stop paying attention to them and pay the kid mind instead. "So... what's your deal?"

He asks, "me?" After you nod, he continues, "well, I'm just sort of... Here, I guess. The settlement I'm from was leveled in a blizzard, so I've been traveling South since then. I don't know why they thought settling here was a good idea."

>A. Accept that answer. Whatever.
>B. All by yourself?
>C. Say/ask something else (specify)
>D. Write-in

>>42279410
>>B. All by yourself?

>>42279410
>>B. All by yourself?
He's pretty tough if he is on his own.

Back to innkeep, why is the Ice Authority after that fire manakete?

>>42279433
>>42279440
"All by yourself."

The boy nods. "It's... been rough. I've had to evade a lot of bandits. Do I... look like I would have anything they would want?"

"Regardless, that's... impressive."

While you're still a bit too introverted, Bryce feels compulsed to ask the innkeeper, "so, uh, that Michalis guy on the poster... Why's the Ice Authority after him?"

"It says on the poster, don't it? Fire dragon. Threats to our very way of life who would raze our cabins in an instant. Ice Authority's been hunting 'em down for 'bout as long as anyone can remember, and word is they're close to eradicating them."

Whispering to you, the kid asks, "should we really hate Fire Dragons?"

>A. You don't care
>B. Probably not
>C. Probably
>D. You don't care, but they're certainly worth a lot
>E. Write-in dialogue

>>42279634
>>E. Write-in dialogue
"Heh. Sounds like typical politics to me, kid. If the fire dragons are on the run, that just means they lack the man power to stand up to the Ice Authority. Otherwise, it would be the Fire Authority after the ice dragons."

>>42279751
>kid

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>>42279751
"Politics are just like that. There's less fire dragons, or they weren't as good at living up here, so there's an Ice Authority after them. It could have happened in reverse, too."

"Yeah... These sort of things never change, do they? Everyone just... believes that they're supposed to hate whoever's convenient for the powers that be."

You share a nod, and Bryce approaches you, done with his conversation with the innkeeper. "C'mon, we've loitered enough. Let's get back outside."

>A. Suit yourself
>B. Go along
>C. Let's not
>D. Say something (write-in)

>>42279634
>B. Probably not

>>42279875
Shit, didn't mean to include that image.

I'd had a change of heart about the aforementioned Ormr appearing right away at the last minute.

>>42279875
Er... time renewal?

>>42280085
Sorry was occupied

>B. Go along
>Be careful kid

>>42280146
"Alright, sure... Be careful, kid."

Whether those last three words held any hidden meaning or not doesn't particularly matter, but you head back out into the cold with Bryce, rejoining with Miles, Devon, and Gorman. The leader of the bunch says, "we just finished speaking to the apparent leader of the region, an ice dragon named Ormr. He thinks he saw a horde of wyverns fly East of here, so... presumably their attack won't immediately focus on Rakche like we thought, assuming that was the Emperor's Flight."

"Well, they say anything about a silver wyvern with the bunch? That'd be a dead giveaway, assuming Khozen's come along." Bryce asks.

"We... didn't think to ask. We should probably return to the town hall-type building, now that you mention it," Miles says.

Bryce grins, "where'd you be without me?"

>A. Go back with them
>B. You think you'll look around the settlement more
>C. Mention Michalis
>D. Write-in dialogue/action

>>42280146
Going with this.

>>42280307
>B. You think you'll look around the settlement more

>>42280307
>>C. Mention Michalis

>>42280353
>>42280448
"I... think I'll just look around the place more. Also, be on the lookout or something, since there's a fire dragon worth-"

"Yes, we saw the posters." God, Asra needs to stop sneaking up on you.

"In such a situation, should we really be wandering around alone?" Devon says, before continuing, "I'll go with you."

You... probably won't get her to back down on this, and Gorman adds, "might as well make it an even split, then. I'd like to see what of this place there is myself."

Miles and Bryce bid you farewell, and Asra is just... Gone again.

"So," Devon asks, "where did you want to go?"

>A. Back to the inn. Back to warmth
>B. Check out various cabins
>C. On second thought, let's follow them
>D. Write-in?

>>42280604
>>B. Check out various cabins

>>42280604
>B. Check out various cabins
Time for snooping in random houses?

>>42280623
>>42280693
The three of you just look around the cabins. Most of them are just... People's houses, and they don't feel like letting you in or aren't home, though there is also a general store that happens to sell some very basic weapons at ridiculous markups. Another one of those wanted posters is posted there, but there's... Really, not all that much to write home about.

After a few minutes at each stop, you start back towards the two semi-notable locations in the settlement, only to see a bit of a commotion outside of the inn. A fellow in an icy blue robe, accompanied by a guy and three girls, all quite muscular, with axes, is speaking to that kid. They're standing between him and the inn.

>A. Check this out
>B. Just report back to Miles
>C. Let someone else decide what to do
>D. Write-in

>>42280826
>>A. Check this out

>>42280826
>>A. Check this out

>>42280826
>A. Check this out

>>42280854
>>42280898
>>42280952
You, Devon, and Gorman approach, listening to the conversation.

"Aren't you... Cold, whatever you said your name was?"

"It's... It's Nils, Lord Ormr."

"Right, Nils, Nils... Awfully resilient for a human your age, right?"

"Well, surviving a blizzard, not much else feels cold, Lord Ormr."

"Ah, and I guess you don't really need a haircut either. Little scamp..." Ormr laughs and ruffles "Nils'" hair.

"A-alright, you can stop now..."

Ormr just keeps up his warm laugh, but it gets... Gradually meaner as his messing-with becomes harder, ultimately yanking away his hair to reveal a much neater, shorter, straight, bright red locks underneath, with matching eyes and pointed ears.

"Oh, a wig? I didn't even know you could come by these... Tell me now, why would you hide such distinct red hair? Why, that sort of thing, with those eyes and ears... You could be quite the celebrity!"

"Nils" frowns heavily, looking very nervous. "Well, I mean... Y'know..."

>A. Do something (specify)
>B. Say something to your companions (specify)
>C. Not your business. Move along to Miles
>D. See what your friends do
>E. Write-in?

>>42281015
>>D. See what your friends do

>>42281015
>D. See what your friends do

>>42281015
>>A. Do something (specify)
Stand up to Ormr.

>>42281015
>D. See what your friends do
I feel like we should help the kid

>>42281078
>>42281085
>>42281220
Not the standoffish type, you see what your friends do first.

Naturally, Devon is quick on the draw to help. "Hey, what's going on here?"

"Well, it looks like we might have had an incognito celebrity, in here of all hamlets! The wanted posters really don't do ya justice, Michalis."

"H-hey, wait..? What did he even do?"

Gorman looks at you, certain this won't end well, then draws closer, hoping to help defuse the situation.

"Well, it's not what he's done, per se, but who he is, you know how it is? You're sellswords, right, you're familiar with his bounty. Tell you what, I'm not the fondest of confrontations, and I'm known as a generous old dragon, so I'll even pay you all the bounty on this fellow's head if you don't obstruct justice."

"H-hey, that's... You say he hasn't even done anything? He's... He doesn't deserve to be hunted like this!"

"Hey now, hey now, I didn't say he is. I'm just saying he is, and that's the way it is, so let's just all play nice."

>A. Stay back
>B. Get between Michalis and Ormr's fighters
>C. Try to talk Devon down
>D. Say something
>E. Go get Miles
>F. Write-in

>>42281276
>>B. Get between Michalis and Ormr's fighters

We're a pirate; we're stronk as fuck. Let's smash some skulls.

>>42281276
>>E. Go get Miles

>>42281276
>B. Get between Michalis and Ormr's fighters

>>42281299
>>42281421
You draw your axe and get between the probable fire dragon and the ice dragon's goons.

"If you don't want a fight, then turn around."

"Hey, hey, young lady, I said I didn't want a fight... But if you're obstructing the law, I don't really have much choice." Ormr addresses his minions, "make it quick, please. Maybe an example, even."

And with that, all four nod, draw their axes, and come swinging at you.

>A. Strike back!
>B. Get out of the way!
>C. Hold your ground!
>D. Write-in

>>42281458
>>C. Hold your ground!

>>42281458
>>A. Strike back!
PIRATES STRONK

BERSERKER A BEST.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>42281514
>>42281505
Let it be known that these... Might not have been the wisest votes, but one is significantly less terrible than the other.

Rip Laurina

>>42281612
Wow. I actually won a stalemate for once. 1 - 14 guys :D

>>42281612
>Let it be known that these... Might not have been the wisest votes, but one is significantly less terrible than the other.
Well, shit~!

>>42281632
What are you gunna do when you got her killed? Better take responsibility

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>>42281612
You hold your ground against... all four of these axes... As you hear Michalis backing away anyway.

You realize this wasn't the best idea.

You are now Devon, and one of your friends, your coworkers, was just cut down defending this Fire Dragon.

Pretty much immediately, Gorman springs into action, cutting down one of the fighters with his sword. Ormr simply says, "my, my, how unfortunate that it has to be this way..."

>A. Get over there and heal Laurina, despite the danger! It can't be too late!
>B. Use your Sleep Staff on someone! (specify)
>C. Get to Miles!
>D. Stand there
>E. Attack the fighters with light magic!
>F. Attack Ormr with Light Magic!
>G. Write-in

>>42281679
>>A. Get over there and heal Laurina, despite the danger! It can't be too late!

>>42281670
Well, I'm going to stop voting for one thing.

>>42281679
>A. Get over there and heal Laurina, despite the danger! It can't be too late!

God fucking damnit

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>>42281683
>>42281700
With no regard for yourself, you rush in, brandishing your Mend staff, waving it menacingly at the fighters and growling to disguise the fact that you're waving it over your friend. By this point, only two ladies remain out of the fighters, and Ormr frowns.

"My, my, obstructing me like this... I'd thought it was just these two, but no. I... may need to dirty my hands myself."

He reaches into his robes, fishing out two pendants around his neck: one an icy blue, the other red. "Oh, by the way, Michalis... You dropped this on the way down South." He handles the blue one for a moment, taking on another form in a flash.

>A. Get Laurina out of here!
>B. Have Gorman get Laurina out of here!
>C. Use your sleep staff on someone!
>D. Say something! (specify)
>E. Attack someone with light magic!
>F. Write-in action!

>>42281790
>>C. Use your sleep staff on someone!
Bad-Dragon over there, then
>B. Have Gorman get Laurina out of here!
And get back. Do we know if our Mend staff was effective enough? If we do and it wasn't, follow after Gorman so we can keep healing Laurina.

>>42281790
Heal Laurina so we at least know she's not bleeding out, then distract bossman while Gorman kills the 2 goons.
We can try sleeping bossman too but I doubt it'll work.

After the goons are dead we can let Gorman try to hold him off while we get miles and crew

Any other ideas?

>>42281871
Wait no
>have Michalis get Laurina out of here

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>42281818
>>42281871
>>42281891
Rolling 1 for Michalis, 2 for Gorman.

>>42281871
how about sleeping the dragon, taking the red stone and tossing it to the kid

>>42281921
But why would we send our strongest fighter out? Michalso can't exactly do anything without his stone.

We're not exactly front line material

>>42281944
Oh wait, misread that. So Gorman is 2?

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>>42281921
"Michalis, get Laurina out of here!"

"Yeah, sure, ask the scrawny guy..." He rolls his eyes, then sheds his light robe, revealing a pair of red-orange wings and a sleeveless orange shirt underneath. Along his arms are tattoos (are they tattoos?) of flames, seeming to run along his body. He's also... A bit muscular for someone who looks 14.

He kicks off his boots to reveal birdlike talons, picking Laurina up by them by her coat and taking off quickly towards the town hall thing.

She still looks a bit messed up, but not the mangled mess she was just before you waved your staff.

Gorman has made short work of the last two goons, and you try your hand at waving your staff some more at Ormr... Yeah, no dice.

>A. Stay here and fight with Gorman!
>B. Retreat to Town Hall!
>C. Try again!
>D. Tell Gorman to let you take care of Ormr!

>>42282024
>A. Stay here and fight with Gorman!
Follow Gormans lead

>>42282024
>>A. Stay here and fight with Gorman!

>>42282056
>>42282084
You and Gorman stay behind and fight, hoping that the other three Great Miles will arrive shortly.

"You're just making a big scene," Ormr warns, before nearly hitting Gorman with icy breath, "and the people of this town, they're not going to be happy about what you're all doing, after I was so helpful to your leader."

"Quit your talk of reason," Gorman says angrily, "by idly perpetuating these hunts, you're absolutely the violent monster you pretend not to be."

After a few more moments of fighting, you and Gorman have your backs against the outer wall and door to the inn, respectively, keeping Ormr just barely at bay. Apparently he doesn't want to damage the settlers' property.

You hear the door open.

>A. Call for Gorman to get out of the way!
>B. Push Gorman away from the door!
>C. Don't assume that it's an enemy coming through
>D. Ignore it and attack Ormr!
>E. Write-in?

>>42282218
>A. Call for Gorman to get out of the way!
We're in a seriously bad position here. What all magic do we know?

>>42282270
You currently have an Aura and a Shine tome and a Mend and Sleep staff.

>>42282311
We already tried sleep to no avail right? Don't suppose we could try to blind him with shine?

>>42282270
You quickly shout out. "Behind you!"

Gorman winds up barely grazed by the shitty axe of the innkeeper, stumbling forward and right away from the inn, turning around and slashing at his assailant.

A nasty-looking blast of icy breath encompasses Gorman after he gets to be a safe distance from the inn for Ormr's standards.

He's not completely frozen, but he certainly looks... Chilled, and drops his sword in response.

"My, my, I'm not sure if I can trust this little ploy, dropping your weapon like this..."

>A. Would healing Gorman do anything?
>B. Strike Ormr with Aura!
>C. Try to put Shine to creative use!
>D. Go for the sleep staff again!
>E. Make a break for town hall. Miles and the rest should still be there.
>F. Get between Gorman and Ormr
>G. Write-in

>>42282416
>>C. Try to put Shine to creative use!

>>42282416
>B. Strike Ormr with Aura!
We're the only one able to move. Keep his attention and stay by the tavern. Save the blind for when we have backup

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>42282484
>>42282463

At least nobody died yet

>>42282603
Devon could had healed up a corpse.

>>42282645
Shut up. Be positive

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>>42282545
You are not going to let this Ice Dragon kill Gorman. Immediately, you open up your most powerful tome of light magic: Aura.

You're not sure how resilient this guy is, but you know that you can hit him hard enough to get his attention, hugging the wall of the inn as you fire it off.

"That's honestly starting to sting a little... Maybe if I'm precise enough, I won't hurt dear departed Ulrich's business."

He flickers his tail, and raises it, but you're not stopping your onslaught. He's focused on you, and that's what matters. His sharp-looking tail spins, you throw another aura, it draws back, you're not holding back, he drives the tail forward towards your tome-wielding shoulder, you close your eyes and brace for the inevitable as you fire off another Aura before suddenly dropping your tome...

...and you feel a familiar warmth, violently encroaching the weakened manakete for a coup de grace. The manakete reverts to his humanoid form, twitching, only for a dagger to be driven into his throat. You blink and shiver, seeing Asra wielding it and staring at you, eyes widened.

Your fiance, Miles, approaches from city hall's direction, accompanied and Bryce. Presumably the former was the one who gave the penultimate blow to Ormr after your volley wore him down. They look towards you, and in an instant, Miles' look of fortitude turns into one of shock. "Asra..?"

>A. What's the matter
>B. You're glad to see them again
>C. Ask how/where Michalis and Laurina are
>D. Look down. Gorman fell over, and he probably needs healing.
>E. Write-in?

>>42282717
*shit, meant to say "Devon..?" at the end there

Don't know why I typed that the way I done did.

>>42282717
>D. Look down. Gorman fell over, and he probably needs healing.
Meanwhile...
>C. Ask how/where Michalis and Laurina are

>>42282717
>>C. Ask how/where Michalis and Laurina are
>>D. Look down. Gorman fell over, and he probably needs healing.

>>42282717
>>D. Look down. Gorman fell over, and he probably needs healing.

>>42282717
>immediately attend to Gorman
>ask about Laurina
>thank you Asra

Let's see if we managed to save everyone. Please be alive

>>42282717
>>A. What's the matter
Guys, something happened. Why are they all looking at Devon?

>>42282773
Well she DID just attack the village leader. I'm assuming Miles and the others don't know about the kid so they must think she's out of her mind.

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Well, shit. There goes an entire closing post I was seconds from completing.

When in anyone's life have they ever wanted to go back a page when hitting backspace? WHEN?

>>42282833
I know how you feel.
Happens to me constantly

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>>42282833
It must be tough being a QM.

Alright, fuck it. Short version up until where I got to, since it was mostly just details.
>>42282749
>>42282755
>>42282767
>>42282758
You immediately tend to Gorman (using your less-dominant hand after your main one feels sort of sluggish), asking about Laurina and Michalis. Miles and Bryce are speechless, but Asra calmly explains that they had to fight their ways out of city hall, but the two you mentioned are safely there. Also, that you won't exactly be the most popular people in town soon and should probably get the hell out fast. You nod in understanding, and general tiredness. You've been feeling increasingly tired out of nowhere, and when Gorman is sufficiently healed, you finally notice a trail of blood leaking from your shoulder where Ormr was aiming to the ground below. You've... lost a lot of blood, and the wound is generally pretty damn violent. Your aura tome is all bloody and everything.

"Oh, that... explains a lot..." You smile and promptly collapse, the last thing you hear and feel being your fiance catching you and muttering your name.

Your wounds were thankfully not fatal, at least not immediately so, managing to be patched-up the old-fashioned way, but you and Laurina would both be out of commission for a good amount of time. Miles had to call off the mission and haul ass to Rakche, but the information he'd learned from Ormr still proved invaluable.

He hasn't left your bedside since getting back to Rakche, and desperately wishes you would wake up. Laurina was worse-off than you, dammit, so why did she bounce back so quickly?

>To be continued next thread
Sorry for how abrupt this ending turned out, but... Yeah, fuck the backspace key.

Thanks for playing, update twitter and ask.fm are both qmgrandflocto, will be around to talk about shit for a little while (maybe not as long as usual, but I will be around for some time).

>>42282960
>no deaths.
I'm satisfied.

>>42282974
Oh and thanks for running

>>42282960
Thanks for running. Did Michalis come with us or did he run away somewhere?

>>42282974
When I wrote the second-last post, the plan was that Devon was a dead woman walking, but then I figured that it would've been kind of stupid, but still wanted this chapter to be a warning that the plot isn't fucking around now. I still have PLANS for the Great Miles collectively.
>>42282985
Always a pleasure.
>>42282996
Michalis went with the Great Miles. The Ice Authority doesn't give a shit about anything outside of Tordo for the moment.

>>42283012
Does he have his red stone back?

>>42283022
Ormr had it, and Ormr is dead now. So yes.

>>42283012
I won't let anyone die.

Also why did we even come here and in the first place

>>42282960
Well, I hope we got enough info to say that there isn't going to be a surprise attack from the North. And thank you for your mercy, too.

>>42283012
Wouldn't the ice dragons be out for everyone in the Great Miles and not just Devon? Laurina started the fight and Miles and Asra finished Ormr off.

Good news >>42281687
You didn't get Laurina killed so you can keep voting guilt free.

>>42283032
They were one of the parties hired to see if the Emperor's Flight was hiding out up North.
>>42283039
Well, not DIRECTLY from the North, anyway.

And what's this of mercy? I said PLANS, not mercy.
>>42283063
Oh, they'll certainly remember them up North. It's just that they don't pay attention to the South.

So what can we take away from this?

>>42283114
A manakete and a bunch of future plot hooks?

>>42283068
I have terrible luck from the look of things. It's going to make me hesitant on voting.

>>42283133
Eh, this was a hard situation. Don't be discouraged, it was fun to write.

>>42283133
Anon, don't say that.
Just try thinking a little more, realize plot armour isn't here any more and be careful .
It's never going to be perfect but we gotta work to make the best out of our situations