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  1. Feeling reenergised he nodded in gratitude to Aya and turned to Alunda. "Drink this. Not to patronise you, but it would not do to have you fall." He handed her the medicine he had been given before turning back around to the fight. Vuln Alunda, Taunt Demon A
  2. Aristotle could feel the familiar pain of battle, as wounds got past his armor. For a long time, he felt alive. But he also noticed glares from his allies. Earlier the green dragon girl had glared at him, and the blue-ish one too. And now he had to hear prattle from the demon girl. "Necessity huh." He said as he backed off from his opponent for a moment. "I am not fighting out of necessity, I am fighting because I want to return to the land of the living." Aristotle made sure to be loud, so anyone who shared her mind could hear him. "If you have an issue with me, so be it. Right now we share a common cause, and it's only logical for you to use me as a tool to get what you want. I only expect you to watch my back, I'll take the vanguard." And hopefully his speech quelled any distractions that held his ally's concentration. He himself refocused on the matter at hand. He swung his javelin at the demon in front of him. He'd skewer the demon's hide no matter how long it would take him. Javelin and taunt Fiend A
  3. Lysander move to G13, Icicle Shower Soldier C Arthur move to I15 and Fire Cav B, Press the Assult on Mim
  4. Aristotle listened to the fiend's argument. They deserved to be down there. He didn't doubt it, his life had been full of violence and very little charity. But that's all the more reason why he should leave. As Ares meant for the Spartans, it was up to him to carve his own path. He readied his javelin. "Now then, let's get properly warmed up." Javelin Revenant, taunt Fiend A
  5. Aristotle rubbed his shoulders, and stretched his calves. He took a look at the javelin and frowned. "It could be heavier. But I'm in no position to be picky" He glared at his target and adjusted his aim with his free arm. He threw the missile at the skeleton and before even confirming if it hit, he began to shout. "Come on rottenbones, show me what you've got. I've been in chains for years on end, put up a fight or I'll bring it to you." Move to F11 attack and Taunt Skeletonboi
  6. "I don't know where I am... Who are these voices... Somehow they aren't scary at all..." Mug if she gets in as per tradition~
  7. "So that's your game huh." Aristotle grinned. Argos seemed like a proper fool, but he knew that from the start. But it didn't matter if he was foolish or not, Aristotle had a gut feeling that this wasn't a joke, that this man could actually get him out of the underworld. And it seemed like his gut feeling was correct. His body naturally tensed up, as he straightened his back and stretched his arms as far as his restraints allowed him. "I don't know about all this peace and justice. Once I've done my part, I'll go share some Spartan justice of my own. Even if one day our paths won't align, my spear and body are at the service of this little fellowship. I hope we can all become great friends." His last sentence was delivered with a smug grin, and a sarcastic tone.
  8. Aristotle looked around the room as people came in. He was really starting to believe there might be a breakout. After all, what sense was there in letting these specific people take a break in a different room. He tested his luck. "Get these chains off me, or get me back to work. My body was just beginning to warm up." Aristotle said to the unshackled girl.
  9. Mug will exist if he makes it in. "You're going up above huh? I'll help you out. I've got a score to settle with a little Queen up there. Just think of the songs, "The Undying Bull." Quite the name right?"
  10. Lysander watched Famine disappear. After he was gone, Lysander tapped the tome on his belt activating it's power. He drew from the wind magic from it, gathering it in his hands and with a loud battlecry, threw a wind slash at the place Famine had been standing just a few moments ago leaving a deep cut in one of the trees. He stood with his back turned to Leonore, breathing heavily. He broke the silence after a minute. "In South of Perus, a disease is running wild. It has affected poor and rich alike, including my loved ones. A noble house offers a cure, but at exorbitant prices. Prices so high they drive great houses to poverty. And of course, the poor could never afford it so they simply die. My whole career as a thief has been to steal this cure, and give it to those who need it most. And you're telling me, this disease isn't natural. That it was actually a manmade poison?" He turned to face Lenore. "That man isn't a thief without honor. He is a monster. He is evil. He is the reason I fight. So I say this, in front of you and all of the Gods if they are listening. I swear to bring him to justice, in the name of all the people he has hurt. I'll become a man strong enough to take down his evil, and maybe bring peace to the people he has killed." He brought up a gloved hand and spread it across his face breathing deeply to catch his breath. After a few moments he was much calmer. "I apologise for having lost my cool. We should report this to Phoenix. And maybe later, have Snowbird see if these potions are safe."
  11. Lysander was taken aback. His surprise was clear regardless of his mask. He expected anything from Famine, except this. So he just baited him along just to taunt him? He wanted to seem like he was a fan, just to throw it all in his face? That after all this time, Famine was the man behind everything Lysander tried to destroy. "W-why?" His voice trembled. For a second he wasn't the Marvel Thief or even Lysander. He was Lys, a scared young boy. He took a long deep breath and asked again this time with his Marvel Thief voice. "Why? Do you feel no shame? Does money matter that much to you that you are willing to kill everyone as long as you get your coin? Do you ever think of the people you hurt? Of the countless people who have died because of you? Of the people who are left behind, suffering? Curse your game, and curse you. I am done with this silly charade."
  12. Lysander thought for a bit about how to answer. "We're going to do what thieves do best." He answered. "I'll take the next question Mink. Like I told you there are personal things I need to know from him. Famine, other than my exploits what do you know of House Daxter?"
  13. "Simple enough game." Lysander grins under his mask. "The answer to your question simple too. We're here in Ulux on a mission." He turns to Lenore and gestures with his hand. "Mink, would you like to take the first question?"
  14. "A game? Well I'll humor you. What are the rules of this game." His tone was friendly, but his right hand didn't stay far from his belt always close to his tome.
  15. "Then let's get going." He took the lead, walking them out of the camp. Hopefully it seemed natural as they left the camp, and towards the battlefield from earlier that day. As soon as they were out of the camp's light he put on his mask, and from under his cloak he took out a pair of black gloves and put them them on. "As soon as you feel anything fishy, let me know. We don't know what to expect, our instincts have to be on point." He said as they further into the trees.
  16. Lysander shook his head. "Again, I don't want to spook him away. It's not just Kane on edge, everyone in the camp seems to be in a sour mood. The meeting place isn't far from the camp, if we do get into a fight we can run back and draw him closer to the safety of the camp. Do you have your things? We'll depart as soon as you're ready."
  17. "Not yet. Things are stressful right now, I don't want to add to his plate. After the meeting, I'll inform him of everything that we learn that is relevant to the group. You can hold me accountable to that."
  18. "You remember the eccentric mage on the battlefield? Famine I think was his code name. I don't have any personal history with him, but he seems to be a fan of the Marvel Thief. I know that over the course of my 'career' I've gathered gratitude and adoration from the people but... I never imagined someone as strange as this fellow... However, he's a strong mage. Far stronger than me, and my magics have a natural disadvantage against his. If it comes to combat, I'll lose for sure. But with the help of our group, we can take him down no problem. However if we go all together we'll just spook him. That's about all I know right now."
  19. "Back up." He answered simply. Lysander pulled from inside his cloak a scroll, holding it up with one hand. . "During the confusion at the end of the battle, I got this thrown at me. It's enchanted with powerful dark magic and it has a message from the enemy. They have an interest in me, and some of the targets of my heists. They plan to meet me after dark, but I don't trust them as far as I can throw them." He paused for a moment thinking how much he should share with Lenore. Lysander sighed, and put away the scroll. "I want to use this opportunity to gather all information about our common enemy, as well as mine. So yes this is very much personal for me. But I think I can trust a fellow thief to keep certain things secret? And if it's a trap, I trust your instincts will help in getting me out of a tough situation. Can I count on you?"
  20. Leaving Baldur's tent Lysander sighed. On one hand it was good that Baldur had refused his offer. He needed someone he could trust to watch his back, and Baldur's outbursts weren't safe. On the other, he felt bad seeing him in such a broken state. But Lysander wasn't a wordsmith, it wouldn't be his encouragement that could drag him out of there. Lysander searched for Lenore throughout the camp, his second on his list of possible companions.
  21. "Lenore was my second option. Kane is out of the question, for certain reasons. I chose you because I thought it fair. The Daxters have hurt far too many people, if you were one of their victims I wanted to give you the tools to enact your own justice." Lysander paused for a moment, fist clenched. Just thinking about them made him sick, but he kept his cool. "Thank you for your honesty Baldur. I'm going to go find Lenore, I hope your recovery is swift." And with a short bow, he turns to leave the tent.
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