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Post by Lord Hayati on Jul 30, 2013 14:41:49 GMT -5
((WE'RE ON A BOAT))
Malleus glared at azzie. he wasn't one for greetings.
"Call me Malleus."
and with that, he resumed what he was doing. What was he doing? counting the supplies they had. Or rather, the ones he had.
He pulled out the Dessert card, and gave it to Tiger again. this time, he wanted answers.
"Tell me, who is this person who cast this spell. You're a mage... so you should know."
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Post by Tiger on Jul 30, 2013 15:38:54 GMT -5
((On the boat!))
"You don't think she's aiming to take over the whole of the NTWF?"
"She seemed to be giving the standard world-conquering villain shtick," Tiger growled. "And if you have an army of zombies, that only gets stronger when you win battles...why stop at Duburrow? I bet that's exactly what she's aiming to do, Azzie."
Malleus tried to pass her the card again, and Tiger finally took it from. "You said yourself who she is - an usul with dessert magic." She looked down at the card; well, that was certainly what she'd expect to see from Krisseh.
Looking over the card at the ninja, Tiger said, "You told us you capture magic. Are you sure you're not a mage? Or is this some of that Brassport technology?" She didn't think it was the latter - Brassport tended to have more, well, brass in their devices.
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Post by Lord Hayati on Jul 30, 2013 17:46:04 GMT -5
((On ze boat.))
Malleus shook his head. "... I'm not a mage. The spells I use are spells that I catch from other mages. The only magic I have is the spells inside those cards. one use..."
he fell silent for a few seconds, deciding his next choice of words.
"People gave me the title of Magebane, due to the fact that I could effectively render their spells useless while throwing them back at them. but ever since this bloody zombie war started, I haven't seen a single mage in sight."
He pulled out a blank card, studying it.
"I self taught myself... while following a master ninja. After he was killed, I took these off of him. don't know where he got these, but they're useful. He originally had 300 cards... I've only got 57 left."
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Post by Rider on Jul 31, 2013 15:37:44 GMT -5
"Hmm, I thought your companions looked a bit stiff."
Somewhere, a weasel played two drumbeats and a cymbal.
Things were worse than they first appeared. The pirates weren't fans of getting involved in local politics, but when forced, or when they really, really thought the odds were stacked, they'd make a beeline for the winning side. If the winning side involved zombies.... Rider had no real qualms with the vitally-challenged, but couldn't they just once not make massive hordes and follow the most charismatic and/or powerful leader? Couldn't they not flock to the winning si-
Well, maybe they're more like the pirates than the pirates are wont to admit.
Rider pulled an unobtanium box from her bag of holding and stood on it. She pulled out a glass flask and held it high for all to see. The contents swirled white-hot, in a constant state between liquid and gas. If you listened closely, you could hear the call of the holy bird.
"I was going to trade this off to the denizens of a gritty zombie show, but it looks like you screwballs may just need it more. This is holy phoenix fire, begotten from the dying breath of the sacred firebird of Ra and blessed by the god-king in the Egyptian sandsea. It is holy as hell, and it is going to burn the motherloving CRAP out of any undead within a mile radius, so there is no escape for you zombies. And Miss Jensen... you had better pray."
She dropped the bottle, the glass shattered and the world went white.
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Post by Bacon on Jul 31, 2013 16:42:41 GMT -5
((Spacefleet HQ, supply room))
The supply sergeant chuckled as Andy put on his armor. "Honestly, I'm a little surprised to see you back with us after what happened way back when, but your latest psych eval seems to check out."
Andy grunted as he equipped the armor's chest piece. "This is what I do. It's what I'm best at."
"Right," The sergeant noted, "Well, we already went over the weapons, but the armor's got some new upgrades since you last saw us. Hard-soft dual fusion array to power the electrical systems, an enhanced life support capacity, and most importantly vorpal sheilding. Here, let me turn it on for you."
He pushed a couple buttons on Andy's back, and the armor began to make a familiar-sounding buzzing hum. "This is..."
"Now it won't protect you from everything, but an extra second of shielding can be life or death." The sergeant handed him a helmet. "Now the thing about this is..."
"Excuse me, sergeant!" A voice at the door called. "I need you to sign these inventory forms for me."
The sergeant did so, and when he turned back, Andy had the helmet on, and was waving a hand in front of his own face. After a moment the marine noted "I can't see a thing in this helmet."
The sergeant sighed. "That's because you've got the blast shield down, that's the standard setting. Put these three fingers to the side of your head like this and rotate counter-clockwise, then clockwise to lower it again. That's a haptic interface that only works with those specific gloves."
Andy tried raising and lowering the blast shield several times on his own. "But... with the blast shield down I can't even see, how am I supposed to fight?"
The sergeant sighed. "Well, if you simply plugged your helmet into your suit like I was about to show you before I got interrupted, there'd be a holographic hud in there when the blast shield's down."
"Oh, like Iron Man!"
"Sure, why not?" The sergeant mumbled as he removed the helmet and showed Andy how to plug it into his suit. "Alright, that's all the equipment you're to be issued. Fall in with the reserves."
Andy frowned at the sergeant. "Reserves? I thought I was going to be doing front-line fighting."
"That might be a bit much for your first day back, but, uh... you can talk to someone with a higher pay grade if you really have an issue with it. In any case, it's good to have you back, Specialist."
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Post by Fraze on Jul 31, 2013 16:42:50 GMT -5
((That much-discussed town))
Fraze watched, nonplussed, as Rider got up and spoke. "Is she drunk?" he asked nobody in particular.
Before an answer could be given, a brilliant white light surrounded--coated?--everything. It felt rather like being wrapped up in a warm comforter.
Ben the necroleptic zombie wasn't so lucky, however. Fraze briefly wondered if Rider had been referring to him in her passionate speech.
((Castle Kestrel))
Something nagged at the back of Miss Jensen's mind, like an itch just under the skin that couldn't be scratched. It took several moments for her to notice it, and several more to realize the cause: one of the zombies directly under her command had fallen, and refused to reanimate. Mentally probing in its direction, she realized that it had, without her permission or knowledge, somehow traveled a significant distance from the castle. This in itself was only mildly annoying; a single wayward troop was no great loss, just a useful reminder to keep track of her forces. No, the problem was that it wouldn't come back.
Struggling with newfound senses, she deduced that the troop had been destroyed by some sort of powerful magic. But glancing at a map, she realized that the only thing there was a fishing village. She closed her eyes and concentrated--she had little experience with magic, and was still learning to make use of the mental pathways connecting her with her subordinates. Finally, she saw the fallen zombie's final moments.
Done in at the hands of a young woman.
"And Miss Jensen... you had better pray."
She opened her eyes and shook her head. It seemed that the time had come for her to enter the fray. With an assortment of weapons, she mounted her horse and set off into the sky.
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Post by Pixie on Jul 31, 2013 16:44:59 GMT -5
((Onboard a small aquatic vessel currently progressing up the Ebi River))
Ash weighed the conflicting knowledge. "They were heading the other way? Malleus heard they were heading to Castle Kestrel. When did you hear this, all of you? I'm going with the most recent information." He pondered out loud.
A small discussion was held about Ms.Jemson's plans. Ash ran the necromancer's name through his mind several times. She was the one who controlled the group that kidnapped his sister. Even if that woman wasn't going to take over the whole NTWF she was most certainly a villain.
"If that's the case, then in those circumstances, it is likely she'll try to take over the world." He said matter-of-factly.
This, all of it, is my business now. Amberdale is not safe if she plans world conquest. This is no civil war of a different land. I must protect my home, and all of this world.
"Nice to meet you also, Azzie. Thanks for your assistance with rescuing Ellen." Ash said, letting a slight, subtle bit of warmth into his voice. Still, instead of shaking her hand, he waved to her.
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Post by Celestial on Jul 31, 2013 17:13:48 GMT -5
((Guild Meeting Place))
"Alright, you go do that," Celestial said pointedly to Hunty. "Give your client my bestest regards and I hope that she will be merciful, although it might be nice having you regret your choice of employer."
With that, the Archmage procrastinated fell into deep thought, not even noticing Tiger. They were facing very bad odds at the moment and antagonising Miss Jensen was a bad idea. Frankly, for all of her bravado, she had no idea how to get out of this mess. The alliance with Spacefleet would bring some much needed forces to their side but she had a whole zombie army at her disposal, plus four legendary generals. Celestial was smart but she was no military strategist. They were heavily outnumbered and outmatched, she was not going to deny that. It almost made her want to give up and roll over and it was totally not the fact that her writer was a lazy sod who also has no idea how to get out of this. Only her pride and her duty to the mages kept her going.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by Fraze's words and slowly, surely, she grew more pale. Another army? Like things already were not bad enough. They could deal with one but two? That was almost too much. But as she listened some more, suddenly, there was a ray of hope. With luck, the invaders can easily become a blessing in digsuise.
"Of course, Commander, I understand and we shall try to deal with this kingdom accordingly," she said with a polite nod, trying to hide her smile.
Just then, however, an airship crashed not far away from them and a familiar figure stepped out. The Mayor of Brassport. Celestial sighed. That alliance would be nice right now but it was not the best place to discuss it, not while they could not bring anything to the table.
"Hello, Mayor. You made quite an entrance," she said curtly to him. "I wish I could help you out but alas, I am in the middle of something important and I do not have the resources on account of Mage Manorr being overrun by a zombie army."
She glanced at where Tiger, Malleus and Ash were but the situation seemed to be well-handled there so she decided to leave it. They were too far away for her to reach them anyway and as much as she wanted the mages to stick together, Celestial knew they had their own reasons and she had bigger problems.
Like the other airship plunging down upon them. Really, what was with these things, were they going out of fashion? She moved out of the way wordlessly.
Then a blast from the past, Rider, showed up. This was just getting weirder and weirder. Celestial had been in deeper thought that she previously imagined.
"The Manor fell because it was overrun by zombies led by the four legendary generals. It simply could not hold. So save those, you will need them," she told her warily, watching the marbles. She turned back to Fraze. "I don't know much. Undead are not my speciality."
Fire suddenly burst from the bottle that Rider was holding. Celestial grinned. Now this was more like it. She caught some and held it tightly, absorbing its heat and its general sacredness to use later.
"Thank you, Rider, but I don't think the zombies are our main concern right now. Yes, I know they took Mage Manor but we have another kingdom full of living, breathing people about to invade us and that trick won't work. I figure the best defence against the living is an army of undead, like that one film....what was it called...Return of the...Jedi? No, that wasn't it," Celestial waved her hand. She was going off-topic and she figured people knew what she meant. "The point is," she turned and walked over to Hunty. "Tell your client that we might consider her offer. The enemy of my enemy and all that."
She was not sure if the last part applied here, since Jensen was still technically their enemy. But she wanted her on their side more than the invading Kingdom, whatever its name was. Dunbarrow had a lot of really aggressive neighbours.
((Kingdom post will arrive as soon as things here get going. Right now there was too much catching up needing done.))
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Post by Thundy on Jul 31, 2013 17:26:12 GMT -5
At an altitude of 2,000 feet, there are a sharp explosion aboard the Kadmos as she rolled slightly about her axis.
"Well there goes the rudder, looks like the explosion blasted it clean off, I got no response!" The XO called out over the noise. Thundy almost paid no attention to him, instead sweating slightly as he listened to the steady ticking of a Geiger counter on the wall.
"Uh, where does our course put us down?" Thundy inquired.
"Well, it's hard to tell, but right on top of the village, or very very nearby to it." Their vertical speed had slowed slightly but their speed through the air had been increasing, to the point where the hull structure would most definitely not survive the landing.
"Engage the emergency thrusters!" Thundy shouted, gripping the control desk as the angle of the listing steadily increased. "We've got to get clear of those buildings." A rumble shook every girder in the ship as 12 rocket assisted jets began pushing the ship slowly to starboard to try and come down in a small field just next to the village.
TERRAIN ALERT, PULL UP. That was the sound coming from the slightly destroyed displays all around the bridge. COLLISION IN 30 SECONDS
"All hands prepare for impact," A klaxon rang out. "It's been an honour serving with this crew."
Thundy knocked out by the force of the flaming stern of the skyship smashed into the ground. Her forward speed carried her a few hundred yards along the ground, plowing a deep furrow in the earth. Secondary explosions rocked the hull, but amazingly the skyship managed to just scrape past several buildings that were near it. After a while the noise of screeching, twisting metal, and roaring flames died away, and the ship was laying on her side, fires spread along her hull from nose to tail.
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Post by Amneiger on Aug 1, 2013 23:06:39 GMT -5
((Stinky-Pile-of-Poo))
"Yes, sir!" Amneiger ran towards his dropship and had just put his hand on the door when the airship hit the ground, carving a large patch out of like a particularly careless golfer.
"...Oh."
He opened the door anyway and turned towards the pilot inside. "Do you know first aid?"
The pilot was already dragging a large white case out of a compartment. "Already on it, sir."
"Excellent." Amneiger grabbed a fire extinguisher and ran towards the downed ship. Fire was already starting to lick along the top and sides of the ship. He sprayed the extinguisher over the larger flames.
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Post by Amneiger on Aug 19, 2013 20:10:05 GMT -5
((Stinky-Pile-of-Poo))
Putting out a ship that was on fir was a job for heavy fire equipment, not one person with one extinguisher. That being said, the pilot had done a pretty good job of bringing his ship down; instead of a towering inferno, Amneiger was able to hold the amount of flame steady. He focused on one of the hatches, spraying it with the extinguisher until the hatch was clear. He motioned towards his pilot, who was still carrying the first aid kit. "Go in there! Patch up everyone you can and get them outside. I'll keep this area clear of fire."
"Yes sir!" The pilot pulled open the hatch and jumped into the ship, quickly reaching the cockpit. "This is cadet Hensley! Who's hurt?"
((No one was posting, so I decided to try to push things along a little.))
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Post by Huntress on Oct 12, 2013 14:23:40 GMT -5
((Castle to Stinky-Pile))
Miss Jensen's white horse shot across the sky.
Valkyrie horses were a rare blend of speed and loadbearing capacity, since you needed a lot of both when carting fallen warriors to and from Valhalla. Otherwise, lines tended to form. And since those lines would form of fallen warriors on both side, they were never orderly.
Miss Jensen herself was small even for a mortal woman, let alone a valkyrie. So there was a lot of space to go around on her horse's broad back and she'd made ample use of it. The horse looked decidedly pointy.
The sea glittered on the horizon. A small village was looming. Smoke billowed from the chimneys; another, much thicker and darker column of smoke was spiralling up alongside them. Closer. Faster. Group of people in the outskirts. More people elsewhere. Closer. Closer. Land.
The horse circled the clearing to slow down and landed expertly on the grass, a keenly calculated distance from everyone involved, wings poised for immediate takeoff if need be. The valkyrie did a split-second survey of faces and her glance snapped to Hunty.
"Pirate woman. Are you still an ally?"
"Yes'm," Hunty said steadfastly. Pirate code says, anyone asks if you're an ally, you say yes. It may lead to awkward and/or hilarious misunderstandings later and things may need to get fibbed a bit to get sorted out, but that could then be done at your leisure and often from a safe distance.
Miss Jensen turned to look at the others. Bloody Mary, still on Fraze's shoulder, sunk out of sight. Perched on the back of the overlarge horse, the woman looked like a small bird, thin and fragile, but it was a bird who'd just reached behind her and selected a battleaxe offhand.
The horse shifted his position a little, led by subtle changes in the rider's legwork. He knew how to work battles.
The woman nodded at the grassy stretch between her and everyone else.
"This is the time you'll get to plead for mercy," she said.
The horse charged.
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Post by Gelquie on Oct 12, 2013 21:00:44 GMT -5
((Somewhere}}
When it was clear that each person had interjected their opinion, the King was silent for a long time. He did this on occasion in meetings. It would not do for a king to speak for the kingdom while he still had something extra to consider before doing so. Finally, the King nodded. It seemed that there was unanimous favor of invading Dunburrow.
"So be it," he said. "We need to lay our attack soon, if we are to overcome them in the chaos. So we will prepare here and now."
The King turned his head towards his Advisor. "I think you underestimate their might, Ravencrest," he said simply. "That said, you have a point of us having a tactical advantage by arriving from the east."
He then turned his head towards the General and Dulcia. "However, I have full confidence in both of your capabilities in battle. Princess Dulcia, I will give you full jurisdiction of your provided army in this conquest. You will do what you can to learn of the threats, and ultimately secure the throne for our kingdom. General Resore, you will accompany her, and both of you do what you do best in your conquests. But above all... ensure that you return with the throne."
As he said this, he gave Princess Dulcia a strong look. The King knew that with her accomplishments, she would make a fine ruler one day, as she has proven in her military conquests. But he knew he was given her a more complex situation. If she could take Dunburrow regardless of the threat of the undead, the valkyrie, and what remained of Dunburrow, then there would be no doubt to her right to rule. But if she was to one day take his throne, she had to prove her worth in Dunburrow. Otherwise, he'd have no qualms with leaving her to rule a mere fraction of the nations under his control.
Above all else, he wanted to make sure that she understood that. And so he turned to his advisor. "Advisor Ravencrest, you will accompany her in this conquest to take Dunburrow. Your insight should come in handy in this situation."
He knew this was a transparent ruse. But it served his purpose. He had to keep an eye on things, after all, even if he could not feasibly leave his throne for very long. He still had to manage matters of defense at home.
Then the King turned to Leroy. He had, once again, not said anything, but the King could tell in his eyes that he wanted to go, even if he had little military might. The King knew that it was a mistake to trust him with more than a skeleton force. Still, perhaps he could still be of use in this situation, if perhaps only in matters of diplomacy. And perhaps he could learn a few things from his sister, and from the battles he will no doubt be involved in.
"Leroy," he said commandingly. Above all else, he wanted to ensure that he paid attention. "You will go as well to investigate Dunburrow. Be sure to learn what you can of each army, and provide your sword-arm where needed."
He was silent for another moment before he stood. "You have your orders. See to it that it has been carried out, and see to it that Dunburrow will be ours. Capture the throne and put an end to any threats to our power. Go."
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Post by Tiger on Oct 19, 2013 20:14:03 GMT -5
((On the boat)) "They were heading the other way? Malleus heard they were heading to Castle Kestrel. When did you hear this, all of you? I'm going with the most recent information."Dryly, Tiger said, "I last saw them when they attacked the Manor. But," she conceeded, "it's more likely they turned around afterward than making a big circle for no reason." Though why they had turned around in the first place, Tiger had no idea. Maybe they'd gotten something out of the Manor. Maybe they were taking prisoners back to the castle dungeons. Better than being locked in the stubborn manor, she supposed...though not by much. "If that's the case, then in those circumstances, it is likely she'll try to take over the world."Tiger nodded slightly. "Unless we can stop her. Speaking of - we might want to share just what we can do in combat. Lay our cards on the table, so to speak," she added with a flick of her eyes toward Malleus. "When my magic returns, I'll be able to create semi-corporeal animals. In the meantime, I can swordfight." She chose not to explain Azzie's powers - for one, she wasn't positive she knew teh full scope of her abilities, but more importantly, it was the winged mage's decision whether or not to share her powers with the group. Tiger was most curious about Ash, however - his sister had abilities, after all. ----- ((Castle Kestrel)) Morris steps off the train and simply... arrives. She hears a door shut behind her, with a snap rather than a whoosh. She turns and watches a horse-drawn carriage rattle away. Morris has been told crossing Planes is odd, so this isn't entirely surprising. She turns her attention back to the world around her. The air smells strange. Good, though. Clear and clean, the way the city sometimes smells if she happens to be staking out a lair from a high building in the rain. This is much less wet. Very nice. Speaking of high buildings and stakeouts, Morris realizes she's very high up indeed. The carriage shouldn't have been able to get up onto the narrow bluff. Morris can no longer hear it, so she supposes it's just the oddities of Crossing again. There are no people, for which she is thankful. Even other Guilds think hers an odd-looking bunch. Morris is a monster-hunter through and through; eyes with black sclera 1 and bright orange irises, bold orange hair with blue and purple tufts in front, a navy trenchcoat paired with a black, red-lined cape. She carries a scythe in one hand, a small blaster in the other. The blaster's business end is a glass dome through which the gun's mechanics glow blue. The scythe looks ordinary. For a scythe. The pendant around Morris' neck has gone worryingly silent. On the opposite side of the train/carriage door, the brass and gold circle would be filling her head with the voices of her Guildmates. She supposes they can't contact her here. That could wind up being quite dangerous. Leaning forward, Morris squints at the terrain below. With a twitch of her nose she pushes shaded glasses out of her line of sight. ...Well. This is something. A castle sprawls out before her. Its quite large, and makes some of the buildings back home seem positively scrawny. There were once taller buildings, of course, but those proved to be unstable in the end. Still, it will be a large area to search. And search Morris will have to - the senses gifted to her by her Guild are on edge, warning her that something she hunts has been here, and that something similar is approaching. She does not think any guards present are going to let a person with a scythe, a gun, and eyes like hers into the castle. Even the top hat she can summon - one of her two magical gifts - is probably not going to diffuse the situation. Morris turns her attention to the castle walls. Breaking and entering isn't that unusual in her line of work. There seems to be a window with a traversable path of ridged wall leading to it. A scaffolding with a pile of straw on the way should give her cover if she needs to hide. The scythe will take care of the window - and if the glass is stubborn, her gun ought to do the trick. A rough plan of ascension made, Morris steps back, holstering her gun and shifting her grip on her scythe. After a moment, she takes a running leap. Moving nimbly as a werecat, she darts along the wall, decides to forsake the cover of straw and risk detection, and reaches the window. The window pushes open easily. Morris decides she should have a word with whoever is in charge of security. Later, though - once whatever's coming has come and been dealt with. ----- 1 Sclera: The white part of the eye |
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Post by Pixie on Oct 20, 2013 13:29:39 GMT -5
((En Route to Castle Krestel))
Ellen, feeling like she had spent a very long time sitting down, rose unsteadily to her feet. Her legs were still sore, but she drew closer to Sir Ocard and prodded him on the shoulder. Leaving would mean being put to work against her friends, but she hated sitting helpless in the dirt. Her fate seemed inevitable. She stammered "I think- I think we might be going soon. I wonder how long we'll have to spend there. I want to... cause as little hurt as possible."
She suddenly realized that he was not aware she sent out a distress message. There would be positive and negative effects if she told him. One on hand, it would probably make him more hopeful and allow him to plan accordingly. On the other, they were currently surrounded by enemies and it could be disastrous to be overheard. If anyone tried to rescue her and Sir Ocard, it would be horrid if her captors had a chance to prepare for them, and ambushed them. It boiled down to he would know, and they would know. Telling Dragus won out, since it was probably the best time they had to speak with the army and generals not focus on them. It would be the easiest to explain away at that particular moment.
" Um, Listen. Come closer." She motioned to him, but as the height difference standing was simply too high, much to her annoyance, but certainly not to her surprise, she crouched down next to him before he could rise. In a wavering whisper, she squeaked "I used the last of my magic to... to send an S.O.S. E-Everything is going to be f-fine." Impulsively, she threw her arms around Dragus and gave him a big, awkward hug.
((On a boat))
"I see." responded Ash thoughtfully, after a pause that seemed to last two months but was really only ten seconds "We will head to Castle Kestrel, then." He suddenly thought about his sister being dragged forcefully to the castle and chained up in the dungeons. He let out a quiet sigh of distress. He rowed harder as the vivid image burned into his mind.
After a spell, it seemed they were beginning to coordinate a strategy. This was good. The tiger-girl's powers seemed impressive, a well-balanced mix between conjuration and melee. The animal powers reminded him of his sister's, but unlike Eleanor, Tiger had the ability to fight when her magic was used up. He decided he would share his skills, and also decided to reveal the true identity of his totally-just-a-walking-stick.
"I have skill with pole arms, and I am currently carrying a lance. It's not a walking stick as you may have believed, though I could use it like a staff. I set snares, and I'm good with rope. I don't have magic powers. My sister is a witch, but I'm not a wizard." He rapped the lance sitting on the floor of the boat with his boot. "If I am correct, we do have a wide range of powers here. Magic defense from Malleus, magic offense from you. Melee from you and my long-ranged strikes. I have traps. What are your powers, Azzie?"
The plan is coming together. But as it is, I know nothing of the fairy's skills. It also really would be a advantage if someone in this party knew their way through Castle Kestrel. If they know the layout, we can decide the best place to enter and the best way to distribute the rescue party.
On this last thought, he added out loud "Is anyone here familiar with the castle? I wouldn't think the invaders would be."
Rescuing Eleanor was becoming more of a real possibility ever minute.
((Somewhere))
Somewhere in a nearby kingdom, General Resore was a very happy woman, though she did not even show it even slightly. She received clearance to do what she does best, and this she interpreted to mean "gleefully decimate all of Dunburrow." The princess, and the adviser would be in the party, which was only slightly disappointing, because the princess was the one in charge, not the diplomat, so she could still have much fun. The princess would take the throne, with Solvaya's force at her side. In very short time she would be cutting up the unsuspecting scum of Dunburrow, and this she looked foward too. Word would be soon sent to her followers, who were equally looking forward to the exciting bloodbath.
"I understand, Your Majesty. I shall gather the troops and await the princess' plans." She responded, with a slight nod. She mentally praised herself for her show of obedience, which was mostly her putting on an air. Her halberd would not fail her in conquest.
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