InnocentSerenity

Luka’s eyes went towards Hoshiko’s arrows. Lost in his sad state, his inner thoughts came out. Hoshiko could've heard him if she tried. “I’m certainly lucky to have not seen them.” Looking to the ground, Luka continued, unaware of him speaking out loud for anyone to hear. “But, surely these people weren’t. Some of them might have known the soldiers that demon had brought to life.” Luka’s hand began to clench, trying his best to hold back his emotions. “Families trying to protect their own, dying only to be brought back to kill those they love. Death might’ve been a better state to them than having to kill someone that shares the face of someone close to them.” Luka’s tried not to think about them. He hadn’t seen them now, which means he still didn’t know where they were. He was going to find them. He was going to bring them home. He was going to live out his own optimistic goal. “They’re gonna come home, alive, and not whatever abomination these things were.”

Darn it, Dobby beat me to it. Oh well, here's a different picture I found. Sorry, if it's a bit too big.

Luka wanted to take a look at some of the bodies. Among them, none of them had worn medium-weight armor familiar to Mercenary types, but he did notice soldiers in light armor, fitting of Myrmidons. He’s not one of them. Looking through all of the faces, none of them had one of someone he knew. He’s still out there, maybe. And so is she. Knowing that they weren’t among the group of soldiers, Luka felt no reason to stop them. Still, a sense of unease went through him. I don’t want to see them like this. But that’s why I’m here. Leaving the church, Luka approached the pink-haired Archer. “Hey, Hoshiko.” His voice was rather quiet. It certainly felt odd for him to not be yelling at her for once. “Do you want to maybe pray for these people?” Luka’s expression was unlike his usual smile. He felt sad, thinking about what they were doing now.

Nothing gets past this expert tactician, my friend.

You'll buy 98, instead?

“What…” Luka looked inside the church, holding in his breath as he saw the bodies inside the church. Trying to hold back his screaming, Luka pressed his hand to his mouth even more. What the heck is all this?! Luka almost wanted to run. The disgusting outline of bodies made Luka want to run continents away from the church. Staying strong, Luka tried to calm himself down. “You’re saying that thing was using bodies to create his own?” Luka didn’t try to make any sense of Ignexus’s plan. He doubted he had any knowledge of whatever sinister works went into this. Luka’s eyes went towards the eerie crystal further down the church. Looks like it’d fetch a high price, but looks more like it’d have more sentimental value than practical value. Failing to find any knowledge of the crystal, Luka looked towards one of Saffron’s allies. “Hey, Feri.” You’re smart. “Know anything about that crystal?”

Thracia 776, the game where nearly every single item owned by an enemy can be stolen through Capture. Of course, that also requires us to never be given money outside of selling stolen weapons.

How the heck did we kill the enemies so hard that their weapons break?

I trust everyone with the group money. Individual money sounds a bit annoying to coordinate, with us having to basically ask others for their money. "I'm sure we can all share the money well." But if you buy 20 Iron Swords, someone's losing a limb.

"Legends have a way of blowing up the truth, you'll find." Luka passed Saffron, kneeling towards the ashes. "Heroes don't look as heroic as they do in books, so giving such an important figure such a great image for others to live up to can't be as rare as we'd imagine." "Anyone got something to hold the ashes?" It's gross, but not as much as all the blood that stains our clothes. As much as Luka was willing to just abandon the dust, leaving it behind gave him a bad feeling. "Those soldiers can come back to life, and as much as this ash doesn't look like it'll turn into a Shaman, I'd prefer to not risk.ashes turning into a lizard man." Luka had already seen the dead come back to life, he certainly didn't want to see ash coming to life, as well.

"My dances certainly feel more magical." But if you say they lack coordination, I will end you.

"Ah, finally." Luka shook his head, glad that the nightmare was over. "Those things were tough, but at least we were able to get through this unscathed." Luka looked towards Rosalyva and Klaren, their wounds probably worse than any of theirs. Well, at least they'll live. Another pressing matter was in Luka's mind, however. Running towards the rest of the group, Luka approached Saffron. "I don't mean to be impatient" Well, actually, I do mean to be impatient. "But who's Ignexus?"

“It’s surprisingly easier than I expected it, really. Dancers don’t exactly have the best experience on a battlefield, after all.” Luka thought back to his time performing. He did remember a few war plays he was in that talked about tactics. They were certainly better than nothing. Though, I still doubt they did much. “Combat and tactical experience. Something I certainly never expected to get, but here we are.” “Though, I feel better knowing that you think I do it well.” I certainly inherited my mother’s intelligence. Maybe a bit of her strength, but not much else, I’d say. Luka gave a smile towards Meredith. “Thank you.” A little bit more praise won’t hurt me, though.

"Almost done here. Might as well follow behind." Finally, we can get this over with. These creatures are gonna give me nightmares, after this... Heading towards the enemy commander, Luka made sure to send Feri and Dash a message. "We can take it from here, you both. One of you should maybe check the houses for anything useful. I think one person should be enough, so the other can follow us." Luka looked towards Saffron, noticing Meredith close by. "I guess Meredith already gave you some commands. I do hope your allies didn't mind a young non-combatant Dancer giving them orders." Though, I think I do deserve a thank you after this. Move to M11 and holds

So, when do reinforcements start spawning near Ian? I just noticed he's still there, and it amuses me for some reason.

A- Support Rank: Lose points equal to a bonus from what would've been an A rank support. I think at that point, we just ask "Can we just bring one of these two, instead of both?" Also, Serene has a Base Damage of 14 with her Fire Tome, so if she can double him, she'll be able to do it, possibly, if the Fighter has 5 RES or lower. Fighters don't have high RES, so I'm willing to believe they don't have enough, but I might be wrong. Also, not so sure about the Speed of Fighters, which is another factor in allowing Serene to finish off the Fighter.

You couldn’t have maybe helped us keep the corpse in check before leaving? Letting out a sigh, Luka ran towards Serene. Well, at least you're close enough to that Fighter. Seeing Feri close by, he hoped he could help relay the message to the rest of Saffron’s group. “Feri, tell Dash and Saffron to help take care of any enemies that are still moving. If there’s no too many enemies left, maybe go check out some of the houses. We might find some useful tools to help us out.” Luka looked to the far side of the area, noticing a sign that lead him to believe the house belonged to a blacksmith or weapon salesman. “I’d bet that house over there is pretty special, so I’d say send Dash to check it out. Something tells me we really don’t need too much help to finish things here. I’ll leave that to your judgment if you think we’re good to send Dash over there.” Turning back to his own ally, Luka spoke to the Fire Mage. "Hey." Fire Klaren. “Why don’t you go catch up with that Fighter carrying our friend over there?” Luka pointed towards the Undead carrying Radburn. “You can handle a hit if he comes towards you and Klaren can probably draw away any unwanted attention, so don’t worry too much” Move to P14 and dance for Serene

I mean, surely you don't need some sort of training to... you know... twist a dead guy's head around enough times to slowly rip it out. Or for less... morbid methods, get out a weapon and just sort of hack the head off of them.

My fellow Atlantean, happy Reborn anniversary! While I may not have been here as long as you, I do at least feel we're close enough friends, especially after Nations. I'm glad to have met you, and I hope that we can still talk together in the future, and here's for another good year around Reborn.

Karol, with Misara “Thank you for your time, kind sir.” Karol gave a respectful bow to Hesediel, making sure to hold back any of her overly patronizing remarks. “My sister and I appreciate your help.” “So, the Student Meeting is going to be held around here, huh?” A thought crossed Karol’s mind. Hoping to confirm it, she continued speaking. “Is there maybe someone special coming to speak for the ceremony? I’d bet a bunch of people would come to see a big speaking.” And witnesses to some particularly distressing events that could damage the relationships of the races. Best we maybe keep watch if someone important shows up.