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  1. "I'll be back for you." (mug to be added)
  2. “Fine! You’re going to regret this, you... you... dastard!” Her intent made clear, Dulcibella spurs Spirit forth and strikes at Milich. Dulcibella moves to [I, 5] [G, 3] and attacks the dastardly Milich!
  3. Dulcie is absolutely delighted by her own performance and somehow finds the time to quietly celebrate it with her mount. She looks around for a certain mayhem maker... “Argos! Argos, did you see what I—“ “...did...?” ...and finds him literally at the foot of their enemy instead of standing tall as always. The sight utterly enrages her. “You... you horrible pig! Get off of him this instant or I’ll destroy you along with your overinflated ego!”
  4. Dulcie rides her horse down the old town road to [H, 6], dabs on the Tactician, and then nae naes over to [D, 6].
  5. As Galen made his way alone to the meeting place he couldn’t help but reflect on the events of the previous day. The somewhat mythical knight Lancelot appears before them in the middle of their battle, delivers a none-too-subtle threat, and tells them to leave, just like that. He couldn’t possibly disagree with the man’s motives, though. In fact, he found it all too easy to leave Swampmill at Lancelot’s behest. The sheer strength of magic radiating off of him had shaken Galen to his very core. He was not going to provoke such a man if he could help it. “Perhaps it is a precautionary measure,” he suggests after Juliett. “Knowing the depths of your... rivalry with Rosanne, I should think that if her group was to kill a member of our own you would not hesitate to enact your revenge on them; the same of her, as well. Such a thing could easily lead to either of your deaths, which is exactly what Lancelot wanted to avoid.” He pauses, then adds: “...Isn’t it?”
  6. “I am not picking on your brother,” Cody replies, utterly deadpan. He doesn’t seem to care about the rest of the immediate goings-on. ...Didn’t these people have posters to be putting up?
  7. At the blatant threat Cody’s mouth turns down into a clear look of discontent. He keeps a rather even tone during his response, though. “I’m only saying the truth: You have no idea who I am or what skills I have, and I have no idea what you’re capable of, so strolling in and claiming you’re the best around only makes you look like a braggart. You need to actually demonstrate your capabilities before I or anyone else will take your word on them. Trying to intimidate me doesn’t do anything to help you on that front, for the record.” His expression then returns to neutrality. “I want to work well with you. Don’t let me be the only one trying.”
  8. ...Another day, another town, another assignment. Working with Anna was perfect if you were interested in a nearly endless river of money schemes of varying moral and ethical questionability— from what she said, perhaps every one of her siblings was the same... Not a pretty thought. At least “stall bodyguard” was simple enough. Cody listened to Anna’s instructions with an impressively blank face which was really no different from his usual expression: A stony, unreadable look that masked whatever he might be feeling at the time. If the man ever actually experienced normal human emotions, he was incredibly skilled at hiding it. “Sure, sounds easy enough. I probably won’t even need to use my sword on anyone.” He was referring, of course, to the cheap wooden replacement standing in for his actual sword, which had been broken in an unfortunate accident involving a horse and cart the previous day. It was almost embarrassing to have to keep it around and there hadn’t been enough time for him to buy a better one yet. Oh well. He gives a short glance to Anne as the latter apparently deems him worthy of speaking to. This was his first day there and he was already managing to annoy Cody. He was almost impressed, but not quite. “Sorry to disappoint you, but the point of being part of a group is to work together with people. You’ll just have to get used to having a partner from time to time.” He frowned almost imperceptibly. “You know, you’re awfully confident in yourself. I wouldn’t claim to be the best at something unless I knew who I was competing with if I were you.” Cody was... let’s say less than a fan of being talked down to by someone he had worked with for not even a day. Not that he looked it, of course. At the pauldron comment, he glances at his own, then Anne’s. Huh... hadn’t even noticed. He shrugs in response. “I made this myself. Just a coincidence.” Cody ignores the fleeting urge to roll his eyes.
  9. “I’ll be blunt with you: I don’t care about anything but this job, so save your time trying to make friends for something else.”
  10. Galen silently gazes across the fountain at their opponents -- Rosanne and her company. It was strange to see the would-be queen for the first time. She somehow looked both just as he had expected and completely different. Perhaps it was the hair. The people standing with her were, of course, mysteries. There was a man with a staff, and another one wearing armor but seemingly carrying no weapon on him. The first was obviously a healer, but what was the second there for, moral support? It seemed Rosanne had brought two young women with her as well. Galen couldn't quite tell their ages, but he didn't exactly figure them as old enough to be fighting in a war. Shameful of that woman to bring teenagers into the conflict with her. All the more reason to end it quickly... but it would be difficult to fight them. And then there was the last person, a short figure riding atop an uncomfortably familiar beast . . . "Impossible... Rosanne brought a child to fight with her!?" he says aloud. That cemented why they were looking for a knight earlier, but the thought of someone so young risking their life for the Pendragon was incomprehensible. She claimed to want to be better than her father, and then turned around and employed child soldiers in her personal retinue. The disconnect was astounding. "Sir Nicolos-- no, everyone: we must be extremely careful in this fight. It seems the future queen" - one can almost taste the contempt in his voice - "has some very young people on her side. I doubt they fully understand what they were getting into when they signed on; I would even wager that Pendragon has used a fair bit of coercion to get them here. We need to make sure not to seriously wound any of them. They don't deserve the same as her." With his concerns voiced, the mage shifts the grip he has on his rapier and begins to advance alongside Arissell. Galen moves to [N, 10].
  11. "Oh, I... see. He's your friend, Gaheris the deer. That... makes sense." Lying through his teeth. Galen continues to eye the "deer" nervously in a reversal of his and Gwyn's attitudes moments prior. Normally one tries to avoid showing fear in the presence of a strange animal, but the mage was neither normal nor aware of this fact. "What kind of deer is he, may I ask? I've never seen anything like him. Er, like... you?" he asks, momentarily addressing Gaheris. He is not at all sure if anything is even going to come of trying, but... then again, stranger things have happened in the last two minutes.
  12. "..." The mage is stunned into silence. Here he is, wandering through the town fruitlessly asking passersby about Lancelot, when a... Galen didn't even know what to call it rounds the corner in front of him. Accompanied by a child--? He barely has the presence of mind to question that part of the situation, eyes utterly fixated on whatever the thing with them was. Gods, is that thing enormous. He notices the child (who exactly was letting them run around with a gigantic beast like that?!) staring at him like they might bolt at any minute, and mundane confusion breaks through the whirlwind of questions in his mind. They seemed... almost afraid of him. Galen didn't have a clue why with such a beast at their side, but they were nervous all the same. Maybe he should say something, but what to say? He searches their face, then glances at the beast again. It had antlers. ...Why the hell did it have ANTLERS? ...Deer have antlers... "...Is that your pet deer?" he blurts, after spending possibly the least amount amount of thought on the question that anyone had ever spent on anything.
  13. It had been quite some time since Galen last set foot in Swampmill. When was it, again? He'd still been actively practicing magic at the time, so it had to have been at least a few months back... No, longer than that: a year, perhaps more. His family was decently-well known, if not well liked, in town. He supposed it was better than being an outcast, though at the same time he couldn't see himself running into anyone that might recognize him anyway. None of his old acquaintances would be in the area, nor would (as the sudden thought strikes him) Felicity. Galen chuckles at the thought of meeting his twin sister here, of all places, by sheer chance. Who could possibly imagine such a thing happening? Pure fantasy. The mage leaves his hood down as he wanders through town in search of information on Lancelot. No matter how much time one spent in the wet airs of the Marshlands it never got any easier, and he was loathe to give the humidity something else to grasp onto and use to make him miserable. His distinctive fangs, normally a distinct sign of him being out of place in the other lands, should slip beneath the notice of anyone native to the area...
  14. Galen silently considers what Vivianne had to say as the others continue speaking. A band of foreign-born Cursed (or, perish the thought, foreign-made), placed in Tameloc for what could only be the purpose of endangering its people, by someone from Tsukiochi. But why? What would someone have to gain by doing that? He can’t wrap his head around it... At Juliett’s request and the apology that followed, Galen speaks up. He seems to have missed the exact nature of the exchange, though. “Juliett is correct. We cannot afford to make any assumptions about this with how little information we possess. It seems quite likely we are the first to discover these such Cursed, and to act on false judgement could potentially jeapordize innocents... or anger the bear that may in fact be sleeping in this cave we have stumbled upon, as it were. I would not be so hasty as to construct a perpetrator for the act before we even know what its greater purpose is.”
  15. Galen’s head begins to spin. Tsukoichi lettering on the Cursed, calling them “warriors”? So perhaps they weren’t simply a loose pack of feral Cursed... He had no reason to doubt Vivianne, but full understanding was yet out of his reach, so he asks: “My apologies, but... What are you saying, then? Do you think these Cursed were being influenced by a spell or a person? Or that—“ A horrific thought enters his mind out of the blue, and he stops abruptly. The idea was utterly vile and unthinkable, and yet he could not get rid of it. Galen struggles with himself for several moments before he can bring it to his lips. “...Or that they were... manufactured, even?”
  16. “If our roles were flipped, I would already be dead. We both know that. But I don’t care. No one else gives any mind to these people except as far as they’re a threat. What’s wrong with showing them compassion?” “If they’ve escaped once, we bring them back and put up a new fence. Station more guards. Whatever must be done to ensure it does not happen again. The failure is on those meant to contain the Cursed in the first place, not the Cursed themselves. Are we to kill them because the people responsible for making sure they can’t hurt anyone failed to perform that duty?” “And so what if I am bitten? I already have the Curse, Sir Nicolos, and I’d hardly say I can get twice-cursed. If anything, it would keep the others out of any danger while we . . . “ The mage trails off, staring at Nicolos’ unmoving face. He knew that it was pointless to continue; nothing was going to change the man’s mind, whether he liked it or not. A sour look crosses Galen’s face and he shakes his head in disgust. “Fine, then. Slaughter them if you wish, but you will receive no help from me while you do it. I did not join this team to kill innocents and I absolutely refuse to participate in the act, no matter how “necessary” you may think it.”
  17. They... had to kill the Cursed? All of them? Oh, no. No, this wasn’t right at all. “You can’t be serious, can you? They’re harmless right now. We do not have to kill them, we can tie them up and bring them back to the Curselands. I understand the threat that feral ones pose, believe you me that I do, but this is not the way we have to go about eliminating that threat.” His voice was genuine, almost pleading, even. ”There will be a day when a cure for the Curse arrives, and these people will finally be returned to who they once were. We do not need to steal that opportunity from them now, Sir Nicolos.”
  18. Galen makes his way forward from behind Owena, sword held ready to assist them in taking down their final opponent— —and then Nicolos apparently decides that just incinerating the damn thing would just be easier, in a flash of heat and light that nearly singed some of the mage’s hair off. Galen barely raised his arm in time to shield himself from the blast, and it was several moments before he lowered it. ...Ah. Their first true battle as a team was already over, and he had felt more like a bystander than a participant for its duration. Damn it. Feelings of inadequacy, among several other very nasty things, rose up in his throat like bile before he swallowed them away. Now was hardly the time for self-pity. Or loathing. “I must say, Sir Nicolos,” he begins wryly, speaking to distract himself from his own emotions, “I admire your efforts to stay your blade from these Cursed. Why, I think there were even one or two you didn’t set on fire today!” He finds himself standing next to the dragonborn without really realizing it, continuing: “...Of course, I’m only joking. I understand that it can be difficult if one is not used to doing so. But perhaps, next time, you could do with a little less... exploding?” Galen felt Nicolos could do with a little less of something else regarding the Cursed as well, but he thought better of bringing up the issue right then. Not in front of everyone else, at least.
  19. Wasting no more time on astonishment at the apparent existence of a flying horse, Galen follows Arissell’s lead and brings his sword to bear upon the bowman. Galen moves to [K, 8] and attacks the Archer. Commands: Vivi heals Brinda once more. Nicolos moves to [L, 8] and attacks the Archer, then uses Press the Assault on Galen. Galen uses his second action to move to [L, 10].
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