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Meanwhile on the road:
Juvents had some kind of tactic and was clearly sticking to it.
Chukker moves.
Hekker moves.
Kerisal moves.
Turn Order, Round 4:
1) Juvents Amm (200/200, 145/145) 10
2) Chukker (210/210, 195/195): 10
3) Hekker (210/210, 195/195): 10
4) Kerisal: 10
Meanwhile with the sorry excuse for burglars:
The doggies notice an appetizing Radianta and a not-so-appetizing tailed Kearak.
Young Wild Corgi moves x4
Wild Mastiff Pup moves.
Turn Order, Round 2:
1) Young Wild Corgi x4: 15
2) Wild Mastiff Pup: 10
3) Kearak (240/240, 195/195): 10
4) Radianta (200/200, 115/115): 10
Meanwhile with the mercenaries:
– Your strength suits us, – the warrior hurried to reassure Harold, – now you can live in our Rampart and carry out special orders that we don't usually share with random adventurers. For now, I suggest you get settled in the city. The capital is vast; there are plenty of notable places here for true warriors. As soon as a worthy job comes up, I'll let you know. Here is the key to a vacant room on the third floor.
Harold finds himself left to his own devices.
Harold Skufinson designates the Merfert clan mercenary Rampart as his headquarters.
Meanwhile with the victim of the cunning storyteller:
King Mergeir continued to give a speech for some time on the subject of the Brown Banner army's malice and their presumed connection to the shady characters who had recently appeared in the capital. Mention of Goddess Ceraria's dissatisfaction was not omitted either.
– Am I imagining it, or is the Great Cathedral failing in one of its primary duties? – Yuiner Kalidar suddenly asked. – Nine years ago, Osgold Ron led a rebellion against our goddess. How could it be that the Brown Banner still holds influence in the east of the kingdom? Has the High Priestess lost her grip?
– Oh, do you doubt me, First Minister? – the thought-reader 2000 clarified with a serpentine smirk. – Osgold Ron found himself a patron, whoever that may be. His handful of Knight know more than they should. They use our weaknesses for their own purposes, though it would seem they shouldn't even suspect them. What a lovely strategy, even if it brings them no closer to victory.
– Ha-ha-ha! – Salitil suddenly burst into the gentlest laughter of a pure, innocent girl. – Are we gathered here to discuss the threat of the Brown Banner? Can the kingdom truly not handle it on its own? What a joke! Even compared to my cult, the combat fist of the apostates is pitifully small and weak.
King Mergeir raised his hand placatingly.
– Osgold Ron is a petty and insignificant figure, but nonetheless, it remains true: the kingdom of Selya-Mira is considering the possibility of joining efforts for... the resolution of this small problem. After all, we wouldn't want to realize one fine day that we underestimated the threat of the Brown Banner.
– Kill. Them. All, – the High Priestess of Selya-Mira's eyes flashed.
– That makes sense, – Salitil drew out thoughtfully. – it seems these blockheads have ruined my faithful followers more than once. Teaching them a lesson wouldn't hurt. After all, Lord Sorn-Tarn never considered Goddess Ceraria his enemy.
– Osgold Ron is an insult to the centuries-old foundations of the kingdom. He must die, – Yuiner Kalidar concluded, and for a moment her eyes flashed with a sinister crimson light.
For some time, this cheerful company of those in power continued to discuss the great plan to squeeze the Brown Banner in a vice, not forgetting to occasionally prick each other with words, and painfully so. Afterward, King Mergeir announced the end of the audience, and the crowd streamed toward the exit.
– Keep an eye on your little heretic, Captain. You know how service usually ends for such individuals, – the High Priestess commanded Waren as a parting word before leaving. He nodded.
– You're only good for being sent to your death, rookie, – the captain said sarcastically when he found time for Albrecht. – You've ALREADY managed to insult the head of the Great Cathedral. An outstanding achievement, I must admit. Don't do it again. Otherwise, you might disappear in an unknown direction, unnoticed even by me. I've warned you. Let's go. I have a task for you.
Waren headed back to his quarters. This time without Emma.
Meanwhile with the guard:
To the storyteller's great horror, the curious Derevos woke up full of energy and ready to act
Juvents had some kind of tactic and was clearly sticking to it.
Chukker moves.
Hekker moves.
Kerisal moves.
Turn Order, Round 4:
1) Juvents Amm (200/200, 145/145) 10
2) Chukker (210/210, 195/195): 10
3) Hekker (210/210, 195/195): 10
4) Kerisal: 10
Meanwhile with the sorry excuse for burglars:
The doggies notice an appetizing Radianta and a not-so-appetizing tailed Kearak.
Young Wild Corgi moves x4
Wild Mastiff Pup moves.
Turn Order, Round 2:
1) Young Wild Corgi x4: 15
2) Wild Mastiff Pup: 10
3) Kearak (240/240, 195/195): 10
4) Radianta (200/200, 115/115): 10
Meanwhile with the mercenaries:
– Your strength suits us, – the warrior hurried to reassure Harold, – now you can live in our Rampart and carry out special orders that we don't usually share with random adventurers. For now, I suggest you get settled in the city. The capital is vast; there are plenty of notable places here for true warriors. As soon as a worthy job comes up, I'll let you know. Here is the key to a vacant room on the third floor.
Harold finds himself left to his own devices.
Harold Skufinson designates the Merfert clan mercenary Rampart as his headquarters.
Meanwhile with the victim of the cunning storyteller:
King Mergeir continued to give a speech for some time on the subject of the Brown Banner army's malice and their presumed connection to the shady characters who had recently appeared in the capital. Mention of Goddess Ceraria's dissatisfaction was not omitted either.
– Am I imagining it, or is the Great Cathedral failing in one of its primary duties? – Yuiner Kalidar suddenly asked. – Nine years ago, Osgold Ron led a rebellion against our goddess. How could it be that the Brown Banner still holds influence in the east of the kingdom? Has the High Priestess lost her grip?
– Oh, do you doubt me, First Minister? – the thought-reader 2000 clarified with a serpentine smirk. – Osgold Ron found himself a patron, whoever that may be. His handful of Knight know more than they should. They use our weaknesses for their own purposes, though it would seem they shouldn't even suspect them. What a lovely strategy, even if it brings them no closer to victory.
– Ha-ha-ha! – Salitil suddenly burst into the gentlest laughter of a pure, innocent girl. – Are we gathered here to discuss the threat of the Brown Banner? Can the kingdom truly not handle it on its own? What a joke! Even compared to my cult, the combat fist of the apostates is pitifully small and weak.
King Mergeir raised his hand placatingly.
– Osgold Ron is a petty and insignificant figure, but nonetheless, it remains true: the kingdom of Selya-Mira is considering the possibility of joining efforts for... the resolution of this small problem. After all, we wouldn't want to realize one fine day that we underestimated the threat of the Brown Banner.
– Kill. Them. All, – the High Priestess of Selya-Mira's eyes flashed.
– That makes sense, – Salitil drew out thoughtfully. – it seems these blockheads have ruined my faithful followers more than once. Teaching them a lesson wouldn't hurt. After all, Lord Sorn-Tarn never considered Goddess Ceraria his enemy.
– Osgold Ron is an insult to the centuries-old foundations of the kingdom. He must die, – Yuiner Kalidar concluded, and for a moment her eyes flashed with a sinister crimson light.
For some time, this cheerful company of those in power continued to discuss the great plan to squeeze the Brown Banner in a vice, not forgetting to occasionally prick each other with words, and painfully so. Afterward, King Mergeir announced the end of the audience, and the crowd streamed toward the exit.
– Keep an eye on your little heretic, Captain. You know how service usually ends for such individuals, – the High Priestess commanded Waren as a parting word before leaving. He nodded.
– You're only good for being sent to your death, rookie, – the captain said sarcastically when he found time for Albrecht. – You've ALREADY managed to insult the head of the Great Cathedral. An outstanding achievement, I must admit. Don't do it again. Otherwise, you might disappear in an unknown direction, unnoticed even by me. I've warned you. Let's go. I have a task for you.
Waren headed back to his quarters. This time without Emma.
Meanwhile with the guard:
To the storyteller's great horror, the curious Derevos woke up full of energy and ready to act