InnocentSerenity

Move to F13, dance Mayanna

Move to G15, dance Ecquis

Move to L25 and shoot Pirate dude #2

Move to G11, dance Serene

Move to I24 and hold

Move to H27 and attack Mage 1

Luka moves to F13 and dances Ecquis and Serene

Rokan scowled at the one-armed woman, trying not to make a sarcastic response to her remarks at his accuracy. His right hand shook in quick, small movements to each side, his bow clearly waving along. “As if the spirits would actually help me, anyway." Rokan readied another arrow, preparing himself for the nearby Myrmidon. Move to F27 and hold

Rokan recognized the smell of the charred wood, a thunder spell carrying a hint of nostalgia for the man. He cracked a smile as he thought of those good days, but it quickly left his face as he realized enemies had boarded. “Well, I certainly know how to get corrected.” He let out a short giggle as he remembered his chat back at the bar. “Anima, guide me.” Rokan nodded towards the wyvern rider nearby. “After me.” Rokan reached for an arrow before approaching the swordsman. Move to F29 and shooty shooty Myrmidonny

The calm sound of water, with nothing else to bother him had began to lull Rokan into a sleep. As his eyes flickered open and closed, his focus began to fade. Even as he began to nod off, he continued humming, unintentionally reciting lyrics he had remembered from his old days at school. Rokan couldn’t figure out where he had heard the words, his mind focused more on shutting down. As his eyes began to shut tight, he could hear an odd crackling sound coming from nearby. Almost as if it had come from his free hand, carelessly hanging from the railing. But then a rude shouting from

The sound of whistling could be heard from the crow’s nest, as Rokan looked out towards the sea. Given his training as an Archer, his eyes were trained to see as far as he could, so he thought it best to be on the lookout for any pirates. Still, it had grown dull looking over those blue waves, even if quite calming. He put his elbow onto the railing, holding his cheek in his hand as he whistled the hymns he had remembered. Given his volume, it wouldn’t be unheard of for someone to hear him, but Rokan wasn’t expecting anyone to appear.

Move to J11, dance Serene

“I’m sure you got nothing to worry about. I’m not even sure Lestli’s natives are even adept enough at Anima to use one of those things well.” Rokan took another drink from his glass, quickly opening his eyes to find it empty already. “Aw, man.” He nearly got up from his chair to get another glass before the ruckus began. “Yeah, I know ‘em. They’re Lestli?” Rokan took his glass with him, slowly walking over to the man confronting the wyvern rider. “I don’t ask the origin stories of the people I travel with, heck I barely know their names.” Rokan raised his hand up, waving at the redhe

“Cannons built to fire magic?” Rokan thought to himself how such a thing would look. Perhaps not far from how ordinary ship cannons look? But how would one use it in combat? Did it fire autonomously or would it require a skilled mage handling it at all times? Rokan leaned back into his chair, scratching the side of his mouth as he thought about this ‘rune cannon’. But other than that, he had to wonder how the spirits would react to such a device. “I always thought an Bolganone spell backed by replenishable quintessence was the most you could pull from the Anima spirits.” Rokan mut