Posts from Knights of Tezoth

Axel moves 9 up, shoots at Chonchonliya.
Choncholiya takes 70-10=60 damage (20/100).
Chonchonliya moves 1 down, shoots at Axel, misses.
Chonchonliya moves 12 down, restores 50 HP (70/100) (2/5).

Axel's turn.

As I understand it, he can't reach with a diagonal shot even if he uses all his SP? If he can reach, then let's go.

Axel moves 9 up, shoots at Chonchonlia.
Choncholia takes 70-10=60 damage (20/100).
Chonchonlia moves 1 down, shoots at Axel, misses.
Chonchonlia moves 12 down, restores 50 HP (70/100) (2/5).

Axel's turn.

I take it he can't reach with a diagonal shot, even if he uses all his SP? If he can reach, then let's go.

He can't reach, yeah.

Alsira finds the mistress in the company of Lord Berserius Secretgarden — the figure of the ruler of the southern region towered over the olive queen, yet no negativity could be felt between them.

- ... So rest assured that Albus will not leave Olivus in trouble.

- I thank you, Lord Berserius. But let us hope that the future will not justify such warnings, and that the flame of grief will pass our kingdom by.

- Is that not the Knight of the Moon Shadow? - The two lords notice Alsira's arrival. - Greetings, my lady Alsira. Are you perchance in search of a suitor? - With a chuckle, he turned his gaze to the crowd of knights preparing for the melee. - I believe finding a worthy candidate, or several, would be well within my power.

Axel 9 down, shoots at Pumpkin. Pumpkin is destroyed...
Chonchonlia 3 up, shoots at Axel, miss.
Chonchonlia shoots at Axel from position, miss.

Axel's turn.

Axel made his way to Alsira Vecchi d'Arcrede.

-- Greetings, my lady Alsira. The Knights of Albus have united to take part in the melee. Would you care to join our alliance, to stand against the Albusians?

— A good day to you, my lord.. Axel, am I honored to presume correctly? — the vaguely familiar name of the grim knight came to mind much later than his impressively jovial colleague.

Having finished her little dessert, the girl elegantly wiped her lips and glanced toward the Albusian gathering.
— I see, the wolf pack intends to twist a contest of valor into a circus farce? Sorely do I behold this at the culmination of a merry celebration. There rings in your words a share of righteous justice, my lord. I see no reason to refuse lending my modest support to your initiative.

— Splendid, as is your turn of phrase, my lady.

Having left Alsira, Axel approached Orvald.

— Greetings, Sir Orvald. The Knights of Albus have united to take part in the melee. Would you care to join our alliance, to stand against the Albusians?

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- Well, one can expect anything from these lovers of orders. Though I suppose you already know that, - Orvald deliberately emphasized that he knew much about the knights present, including where they came from. - But apparently in your parts they don't take kindly to those lucky enough to find a warmer spot, since you weren't invited. Unless, of course, they even know you are one of them.

- Be that as it may, I do not approve of such tricks, but since we are left with no choice, I have no option but to accept your proposal. We shall try to give these conspirators a proper fight.

— I thank you for the offer, my lord, but acquiring scars for their own sake is not my goal. I do not fear them and take pride in them, but I hold the opinion that everything should come in its own time, lest it devalue the stories behind them. Otherwise, there would be no living spot left on me by now.

When Clockwork Orange Unbridled Violence lifted the bandage, Catharsis was not frightened. On the contrary, she examined the empty eye socket with interest, not forgetting to listen to the tale accompanying the spectacle. Her interlocutor's story was grim, with no attempt to soften or embellish its content. Such cruelty was quite in keeping with the unflattering reputation of Revanland's ruler and served as an additional reminder that crossing her path was unwise. Alaria also found the Revanlander's strange fixation on the servant's ears amusing — in light of his grotesque necklace, it was hard not to notice. The only question remained whether Zedil wore such a necklace of his own accord or whether it was yet another cruel punishment from his merciless mistress.

— Please accept my condolences, my lord. In each of our lives, sooner or later, situations arise when something inside us breaks and dies. When fate presents us with a lesson so tragic and searing into the soul that we carry it with us for life. It is sad that for you it took such a form.

- Fate has nothing to do with it. For our suffering, the blame lies with the one who devised this wicked world, made us weak, and set the challenges of the flesh and the trials of the mind disproportionately heavy. -Zedil Mox bowed with little effort, yet still with practiced movements. - My lady, you have most charming ears. Take good care of them.

Leaving that enigmatic comment behind, he left Catharsis alone and departed.

It is regrettable that you are already married

- Thank you for the duel. - Said the loser, winking. - It's a pity that you are already married.

Axel moves 1 down, shoots at Chonchonlia, misses.
Chonchonlia moves 1 down, shoots at Axel, misses.
Chonchonlia shoots at Axel from her position, misses.
Axel moves 1 down, shoots at Chonchonlia.
Chonchonlia takes (crit) 140-10=130 damage (-60/100).

Lord Axel von Himmel wins!

Next!

It's a pity that you're already married

Axel mogged Lester. 1:1

— Thank you for the offer, my lord, but acquiring scars for their own sake is not my goal. I do not fear them and I am proud of them, but I hold the opinion that everything should happen in its own time, otherwise it might devalue the stories behind them. Otherwise, there would be no living spot left on me long ago.

When Clockwork Orange Unbridled Violence lifted the bandage, Catharsis did not take fright. On the contrary, she examined the empty eye socket with interest, not forgetting to listen to the story accompanying the spectacle. The interlocutor's tale was grim, with no attempts to soften or embellish its content. Such cruelty was quite in keeping with the unflattering reputation of the ruler of Revanland and served as an extra reminder that one should not cross her path. Alaria also found the Revanlander's strange fixation on the maid's ears amusing — in light of his grotesque necklace, it was hard not to notice. The only question was whether Zedil wore such a necklace on his own initiative or whether it was yet another cruel punishment from his merciless mistress.

— Please accept my condolences, my lord. In each of our lives, sooner or later, situations occur when something inside us breaks and dies. When fate presents us with a lesson so tragic and searing into the soul that we learn it for the rest of our lives. It is sad that for you it took such a form.

- Fate has nothing to do with it. The blame for our suffering lies with the one who devised this wicked world, made us weak, and made the challenges of the flesh and the trials of the mind disproportionately heavy. -Zedil Mox bowed without much effort, yet still with practiced movements. - My lady, you have most charming ears. Take care of them.

Leaving that enigmatic comment behind, he left Catharsis alone and departed.

The parting phrase could be interpreted in many ways: a compliment, a threat, a warning, or perhaps some chimera of all three. Likely, yet another riddle of the day.

Left alone, the knight of Charming Ears headed back to her lord to start on her essay in relative peace and quiet.

The blame for our suffering lies with the one who devised this wicked world, made us weak, and made the challenges of the flesh and the trials of the mind disproportionately heavy.