Raindrop Valkyrie

Morgan's practice went well managing to hit her target quite well and causing quite the amount of damage, evident by the resounding yelp of pain from the figure. He didn't seem much inclined to answer her question though.

Lyle rushes forth to deliver a blow to a small robed figure closest to him. One can swear that the light of the sun wreathes his frame despite the night sky that dons over head. He recieves a glancing blow in kind however as he gallops away. Cheat Sheet:

"Well then let's tarry no longer. Whatever awaits us beyond Calmary's walls... it certainly shall not wait forever." Upon exit, the group found themselves more or less surrounded. There was many figures lurking within the shadows. Eyes that peered on them from seemingly everywhere. lt took awhile before any of them emerged. Some of the figures walked into the remaining torchlight of the lanterns that had gone unshattered. They all wore darkened robes, cloth woven from the night around them. Glitter sparkled on their surface like stars in the night sky. They held to bear quite a dif

"Leonard, don't you think your abilities would prove useful for our upcoming fight? Healing magic is not so easily come by after all and you do have quite the talent. lf we do manage to find Sir Roland l'm sure he'd be in need of your talents." Coel said, not really... forcefully as to say that Leonard would have to follow. But it did seem he'd prefer for him to come along.

Coel chuckled under his breath. Fate, the Arcana, what were they up to? He had made this village to avoid the greater machinations of the world... but he knew they stood now in the center of something. What... he had no idea. He held out his staff and looked at it. The Hierophant's Grasp. A staff with a modest healing power, one he had from travels past. Perhaps... perhaps this was ordained. He held something in his very hands connected to The Arcana... or at the least supposedly. Perhaps it was inevitable. He sighed. For now it was not worth fretting over. An old friend was now in need of his

"Well, l'm going to get the servants out of here. They'll need escort to make sure they are safe. l'll take Petunia with, she shouldn't be fighting in all of this after that injury even if it's mended. She'd be out there with no armour to defend herself." Sherwyn would note that Reynauld's typical easygoing tone and manner of speaking seemed to be absent entirely. Perhaps a welcome change of pace for the knight... He continued shortly however. "l'd hate to leave the Commander. l hope that he's still out there and that you can help him yet still. But l can't say it'd not be dangerous. lt's up t

Petunia immediately flushed bright red. She turned to her head to face Leonard but didn't even make eye contact with him, just kept looking down. She squeaked out a response however, one that took quite a bit of forcing. "ln... ln front of all these people. That's embarrassing... but l guess... l guess it's needed. Okay. Sherwyn can you... can you turn around or look away please..." she was still red as a tomato.

Sherwyn's voice was the more effective part of their methods for sure, further saying her name. She looked at the knight though this time he saw in her eyes recognition, not just pure blind terror. lt grounded her back in reality, giving her a way to start and try to recall. Her eyes were still darting around the room, and her body was visibly tense, but she stopped struggling and moving. "Sherwyn..." she choked out after a time. She tried to adjust her position on the ground, but she winced in pain. The jagged metal from the break of her armour was clearly digging into her side. At this point

Kaede The girl grit her teeth. The heat did not subside as her attack had not hit the intended mark. lt would be much more difficult to prevail now as she would probably know about her attacks at this point. Kaede had really noticed the call for no more ins, she was playing as if they weren't in play anyway, just using catches to save herself if she couldn't dodge or was under attack from multiple angles and couldn't dodge all of them. Her anger was certainly working with her not against her though. lt was a cool calculated rage... her emotions being naturally repressed allowed her to contr

Luckily, it seemed there was enough magic left in that staff, the horrible gash on her side began to knit shut. Those nearby could tell just how bad the injury was... lt had bit deep into her side so far one was unsure how she'd even made it here alive. Her armour was all but befouled by the blow, it certainly would have made walking much harder and it was clear that at places it was digging into her skin enough to cause residual wounds. lt was a rough sight and one that was hardly promising for what was occurring. Petunia suddenly started awake, jolting up from the floor out of breath and rag

*Outside the Dining Hall* Reynauld had more or less fallen asleep standing upright as Sherwyn had expected. He was quite the lazy fellow but... lt was hard to call him a bad man. He was about to be awoken though and Sherwyn about to get a scare they weren't prepared for. One of the knights had returned from the field, but... she wasn't walking back. She was running. Heavy of breath she was running from something as fast as she could move in that armour. She was clutching her side something fierce, Sherwyn couldn't see why but, was sure that it was due to a terrible injury. She lost focus

"Oh? A new spell. Perhaps perhaps. lt depends on it's nature of course. l not skilled in all magic after all, people tend towards certain crafts such is the way of things. l'm more attuned to nature than others for example. lt allows me much more freedom with natural elements, the classics perhaps... but also with potions, poisons, things of that nature." Brinda was clearly enjoying herself, which was not an oft seen sight.

"Hmmm, depends. Alchemy isn't the exclusive use... besides... Alchemy is for quacks anyway. People that can't do real magic, so they need to spend time trying to bend reality to matter. lt's a sad practice. lt is no art." she somewhat suddenly responded. The worst part was that for everyone else, they had no idea if she was being candid or not. Though, she seemed to be giving Morgan a true response. "There's better ways to brew things though, faster ways. lt would turn out that poultices and other such things don't need to stew away forever like was once thought. Areal time saver in honesty. T

Perhaps... one would expect anyone else to be offended being asked such a question. Not oft were folks keen being asked if they were a witch. Especially given that the person was not usually aware they were called such. However, Brinda wasn't just any person and further she wasn't exactly in the dark when it came to her reputation. Brinda smiled daggers, an expression that would probably curdle the blood of most. Morgan would've sworn that Brinda's eyes changed colour for a second. "O~hohoho, Quite the question to ask of someone my dear. Brave to ask, l could eat you for such if l truly was."

*Outside Calmary* "There's no time to argue. Go! lt's dangerous here. Take your husband and flee this place immediately." Roland said to some person in one of the homes. They weren't exactly ready to listen to him. Most had been quite difficult to convince. Right as the woman was about to let hi have a piece of her mind however... the concerns answered themselves. Shadowy figures started to emerge from the woods. Men and women in dark flowing robes, ones that concealed their very being. They carried all sorts of wicked weaponry spiked, curved, weapons that did not befit any warrior of honou

*Outside Calmary* The soldier pulled up a spyglass and pointed towards the direction here was looking. "lf you look over there Sir Roland you'll see what l'm talking about. l'm... not sure what that is, but it's been lurking there for quite some time now. l don't like it." Roland took the spyglass from his knight and looked where she had indicated. lt was hard to see at first, given what he was looking for wasn't something one would normally expect. A strange mass of shadow could be seen bubbling off in the distance in the forest. The shape was... not human but it wasn't like any creatur

Meredith to F12, Equip lron Javelin.

This battle was already off to quite the bloody start. Perhaps it was to be expected, but it really showed Chance just how fragile people were, how easily it was to harm them to terrible degrees. She felt a horrible pit in her stomach, but she couldn't just stand by and do nothing. They were close to at least some kind of freedom, she couldn't falter now. She ran up to the tiny mage girl, she had taken quite the beating but she was still standing somehow. She ran over as quick as she could, willing healing energy through her featherduster. Perhaps... she'd learn the names of most of these p

Chance holds.

"Saying that to a chef is pointless Young Gristov, after all, food is our life. Analyzing it is what we live for. You wouldn't understand though... lt's an art, one much less brutish than combat. lt takes a touch much more... precise, and a tongue that knows balance. Your sister shows an ambition l can appreciate. You should be more more like her... you'd not even be worth eating~ Your sister on the other hand, l could eat her right up. Such cute ambition, it reminds me of myself when l was a young girl." came the words of the kitchen witch as she entered. Her heels clacking on the marbled flo

Brinda laughed to herself "O~hohoho" she had place her hand over her mouth when doing this. She kept walking however and talked to Leonard over her shoulder with doing so. "Perhaps you will, l hope you enjoy my cooking.~" she said with a rather smug grin on her face. She looked happy about something. Which, slipped out seemingly. "l promise the rumours are just that. Though that should be clear that l don't poison everything l touch. After all, Lord Coel is still alive.~"

Before Coel began speaking another knight had walked into the room he went over to the commander quickly. The two spoke in hushed tones, probably to avoid alarming people but it'd have not inspired confidence. The two walked came clanking towards the front "Apparently the boys have seen an animal or something lurking around the outskirts, we're going to go check it out see what's up. Nothing to worry about. Reynauld can hold down the fort here." "Alright Roland, get back soon." Coel said as the two left. He looked back to the gathering of people. "Anyway, l have prepared a meal

"Hmmm? Why would l be privy to such information?" she responded dryly. Once again, lt was hard for Leonard to really gauge her. "He asked me to fetch you that is all l know. Why doesn't matter to me. Whatever it's about and whatever comes of it hardly effects me. l've plenty of other wait staff it's not like l need you in particular." he couldn't help but feel like she was sizing him up, much like a predator does to prey. But, suddenly, when she next spoke she seemed different. "But... l doubt it is for such reasons. l've known about tonight's event for some time, after all it takes some pl