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

“Oh, I just tend to listen to the goings-on of a tavern when I’m without a companion to speak with.” Rokan took a seat at the table, noticing the man’s glance as he looked at his glass. Yeah, and I bet your back breaks when you lift your bags off the ground. “Forgive my intrusion.” He put on a confident half-smile as he placed his glass down. “Though, I’m not of Lestli descent. I live in Sathor. I’m just a man interested in magic, nothing more, nothing less.” The man took a drink from his glass, trying not to glare at the man who gave him that rude look. “So, just share a little? I won’t be lo

"I thank you for these blessings, Tala."

“Thanks for the drink.” Rokan took the filled glass from the innkeeper, a light smirk on his face as he took his first sip of the milk. A nice cold drink of the beverage calmed any lingering frustrations the man had with that book he was reading. He let out a sigh as he left an extra few coins for them. "Here's a bit of a tip." With all but his thumb, he slid the coins towards the one in charge. Rokan turned his head to the side as he heard a conversation happening to the side. He stepped out of his chair and began to walk over to the two. “‘Rune cannons’?” The man spoke loud enough

Tick. Tick. Tick. The light sound of a metronome continued playing in the background of the single bedroom. The room had been lit by a combination of a set of candles placed on the desk next to the one patron in the room. His rocking chair moved along to every other tick of the metronome. In his right hand was a hardcover book, the yellow color of the cover beginning to dull from age. His left hand was open with his cheek in his palm, as he looked at the tome’s pages, skimming through the words. “Ito ay isang...” Rokan concentrated as he whispered the foreign words within the book. H

“I’ll take your word for it, then.” Rokan put his bow away, strapped onto his back. “Sorry for the.. little mess at the end there.” The archer shot a glance at the kid that had just decapitated a man with an axe. Certainly would make a proper good executioner. “If the others are fine with it, keep whatever gold he had on him. Sort of a payment for cleaning the place up.” “I’m getting my stuff back.” Rokan spoke to no one in particular, loud enough for his allies to hear. “I’ll catch up, don’t worry.” The man began to make his way north, paying no mind to the bodies still on the gro

“Thanks.” Rokan saluted his musical ally, reaching for another arrow. “And no need to be so scared. We’re almost done here.” “Now, one more time! Noah, follow my lead!" Attack Leofric again

“Is that supposed to make me regret what’s happened here?” Rokan shot a glare at the man, his hand gripped tight around his bow. “A disgrace to people of your class. To resort to this just because you couldn’t admit to a one-sided affection. Maybe we should remove a treasure of yours to make sure no other woman would want you.” Rokan brought his bow up, quickly reaching for an arrow from his quiver. “Consider this mercy.” “Noah, follow our lead!” Rokan aimed his bow, quickly aiming to leave barely conscious. “It’s your turn!” Move to M23 and attack Leofric

Rokan winced in paion, his mind focused on the strike he had taken from the Fighter. “I need a bit of help here.” With a small whisper and calm breathing, he felt his wound begin to recover, though still in needing a bit of treatment. He was prepared to jump back and take a shot at his opponent until he saw Noah run past to flank them. “Nice one, but I can take a bit more than just that.” Rokan sent a salute the boy’s way before dashing past him, reaching for an arrow as he put his sights on the Soldier. “Now, time to cover for our ally over there. A bit of help, maybe?”

Rokan looked away from the kid as he finished, processing what the boy had just told him. He took in three deep breaths of air from his nose before looking back at him. “No need to tell us if you don’t want to.” Rokan put his gloved hand onto the boy’s head, ruffling around his hair with a half-smile on his face. “Those days are long past you, anyway. We’ll just finish off these guys and you can start running wherever you want.” “But you both are gonna need to be faster than me.” Rokan took an arrow from his quiver, waving it in full view for the rest of them. “I might jus

“Maybe you should pay us?” Rokan gave a grin back to his friend. “Certainly a better excuse than whatever we had before.” The archer turned around, following where Noah had been looking. “‘Deserves it’, huh?” Rokan thought back to what he knew about arenas. Sadly, this ended up being a very small pool of knowledge, so he decided to get an answer from the kid with firsthand experience. “The heck do they do to you in gladiator training?”

“Exactly.” Rokan spun his bow around his hand, eventually strapping it onto his back before turning towards the kid. “Work in groups, and you split heads much easier.” Metaphorically, of course. The man was on his knees, not exactly dead. “Stick by others. Something tells me they’d appreciate that axe of yours close to the enemy.”