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"W-wait! No- d-don't!" Lucy immediately protested, but her teleportation was inevitable. She did her best to hide from Death behind a pillar, cowering in fear. War looked over at Baldur and Lucy with a very disapproving look before she got back to the battle. Death, however... "Who the hell...? Oh, fuck off, don't waste my time." Death was prepared for combat the second Justine entered the fray. His cold gaze looked down at her from atop his throne— she's fast, too fast for him as she's able to plunge her sword into Death's shoulder. It stabs decently deep, deep enough to throw off his aim and cause him to fire at the pillar next to Lucy— shattering it with a loud bang proceeding to make Lucy go into a slight fetal position. "Different!? Nothing's changed— you're all still the same sad lot I met on that lake!" Death hissed, notable fury in his voice as his gaze seemed to focus even further— his gameplan changing up in his head. His distraction was enough to allow Lizaveta to get a shot in on him— causing him to stumble, but his retaliation was swift and fierce as Lizaveta was pumped full of toxin-laced arrows. "Another fucking suicide attack? Are you fucking kidding me? Is killing yourselves all you know how to do!?" Death spat at Lizaveta's feet— saliva laced with blood, evident that he was growing weaker. "You're so damn lucky that you can lick eachother's wounds, or you'd be dead on the spot." Death glared daggers at Baldur, but not for long. EXP: (37/100) Stats

First Class Level 13

Pinecone continued to say nothing in the heat of battle— despite all of the interruptions that were occurring around him. The bee was in a trance, and nothing was going to stop him. Pinecone to H9, javelin Halberdier B and guard everyone adjacent to him Lotus to I6, shoot Axe Recruit B

Automated Movement Lysander to H5 and Icicle Shower Fighter A Kane to L5, attack Fighter B with Plague Dart "Bah, and here you are sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, acting like you're much better than me. I'd say I'm doing you a favor. Painting... Yeah right." Healing light washed over Lysander, giving him strength to fight. Lysander recovered 21 HP! Lysander is at full HP! Reinvigorated, Lysander went in to attack the spares. The Fighter who still tried to hold his ground attempted to hide— but it was futile, as Lysander was too quick and managed to embed enough icicles to make him look like a slice of Swiss cheese. "Ngh... fuck- damn it... this sucks..." "Wh- No! Buddy! Shit, we ain't ready to join the General, come on...!" Kane was quick to take advantage of the Fighter's grief, sticking him full of pins that injected him with poison... ...and Ferdiad came in, swiftly launching his blade into the man's stomach and putting an end to the brothers' lives. Enemy Phase Spy A to G5 Spy B to M5 War to I4 Famine to L4, canto to L3 The group in the front of the fort slowly approaches... As the Icons of Sin plotted and calculated, the Spies were quick to move in during the confusion. "In the way, they are!" "We can't afford to waste any time!" "Prepare to die!" "Prepare to die!" The one on the left had their bow already drawn, firing a pair of arrows that arced right over Lysander... showing a very clumsy shot as they fall at Lizaveta's sides and allow her to counterattack with dark magic. The other Spy attempts a similar maneuver by sneaking up and trying to jab a knife into Kane's back— he's quick to catch the Spy's wrist, and jam his own dart into the Spy's gut in retaliation. As the Spies attacked, the Priests were nervous enough to try and chant magic into their staves and aid their enemies— made nervous by the murders of the Fighters and the General. A spell of Poison attempted to descend down on Lizaveta and Mim... but both manage to resist the spells just fine. "God, Rians are so fucking useless. War, take the left! Famine—" As Death surveyed the area, his eyes focused on one person. One person that made his eyes light up with a fire that Mim and Lenore's continued poking of his buttons couldn't quite light until then. "You. You think your humiliation of me was fucking funny, don't you? You may not have a face, but I will never forget slights against me. Famine! Kill him!" "Ooooh, bossman maaad. Yeah, I remember you busting him up real good! Nothing personal, just gotta kill you now. Famine smirked underneath his bandana as he conjured a small moon between his hands. He thrust his hands forward— the moon's rays shining onto him. Ferdiad manages to repel the light with his armor the first time, but the second time pushes right past. "Armor's totally cheating! But that's why I got this tome, soooo." As Famine was being Famine, War zoomed in on the group's left. Her eyes drifted to Mim for a moment, then bored straight past Lizaveta and at Godiva in the back. “I'm not quite as near-sighted as our leader." As she spoke, she gripped a couple of arrows in both hands and set them ablaze. "Let me show you how." She hurled the arrows into the air, before they barreled straight down at Godiva. Godiva's horse goes into a panic, whinnying loudly and bucking wildly, giving Godiva some trouble staying on. It's just enough to reveal Lucy, but only to a close-up eye such as War. Lucy gasped, but War merely looked her over. “...I had a feeling. Hm. Still skittish, and looking a bit pale as well." War's head casually turned to Mim. "You. Is she getting enough sleep? Exercise? Positive reinforcement of her talents? Talk quickly and preferably quietly." War's words didn't have long before Death set his sights on Mim. He coldly stared her down, before letting the arrow fly at her... ...before the arrow completely redirects its target at Shin. Who had, fortunately, managed to take a potshot at Death before the arrow gets him right in the neck. Death wiped some blood off of his cheek. "Hmph. I could see the weakness you had. Thinking I'd waste the opportunity like that for a game of petty revenge... I liked you better when you were offing yourself like an idiot." The sound of horse hoofbeats could be heard as four Perusian Cavaliers enter the scene, leaping in not as impressively as Famine did but managing nonetheless. TURN 11 Player Phase Ferdiad recovers 7 HP! EXP: (26/100) Stats

Lucy was more than happy to continue hiding behind Mim, but did not look very happy about it. In fact, she was... Definitely distressed. Death, on the other hand... Surprisingly kept his cool, narrowing his eyes. Famine tried to meet Lysander's gaze in order to give him an enthusiastic wave. War, however, seemed to be looking straight at Mim... “Pathetic. Pathetic! Once again, all you have is banter. Do any of you really think that mocking me will actually do something to help you, or is it just for some fun idle chatter? And here I thought we finally agreed on something— that pieces of trash like the dead man right there should quit wasting precious oxygen with empty words." Death flashed his new bow, pulling the arrow back. It continued to flare up with dark energies... "Height, family, missing members— none of that matters in death, and perhaps you'll all finally shut up when you get a taste of it. I'm sure that much is plainly obvious." Godiva could tell the moment Siegmund died, for she felt that the burdens of the world had finally been lifted off of her shoulders. Siegmund's last breath left him as a husk filled with nothing but regrets and the inability to fix them. A sword fell out from underneath his cape— a shining sword fit for a hero... fitting, considering the fact that it looked as if it had been untouched for several years. It laid at Baldur's knees, unfit for his use. Perhaps soon, it would find a new and more fitting master. Baldur obtained Light Brand! It has been sent to the convoy. New Objective Defeat the Icons of Sin! EXP: (107/100) *LEVEL UP!* Stats

Pinecone, as he hurried off, was curious as to why Diligence was calling him out. He thought for a moment. Ah— Diligence, Deduction, two different people, two different names. He hadn't had to remember so many names in a long time! He was quick to turn to correct himself, completely missing the fact that Deduction almost bonked him in the head with a staff... Only to see Diligence getting riddled full of arrows before he could even correct himself. His cheerful, enthusiastic face quickly turned sour as he moved past the cracks, staring down at the archers. "You will not harm Diligence, or anyone for that matter, ever again." With that plainly in his head, Pinecone whirled back his javelin as he awaited Stardust's go-ahead, and attempted to hurl it right through the archers— ignoring his own injuries in the process. After Stardust does her screaming thing, Pinecone moves to G6 and stab a bitch, guard any adjacent allies Deduction to H6, heal Pinecone and stay safe in his guarding embrace Bend to D8, very softly and gently flutetweet a song into Diligence's ear

Death's expression continued to twitch as Mim ranted him out. A bit of his teeth could be seen as she taunted him— a snarl coming out of him as she mentioned his father. “Keep running your mouth all you fucking want, just like that pathetic 'general'. You'll both be dead before the hour's up. Then you won't say a word— you'll just be left to regret the oxygen you wasted." Death nocked an arrow— it flared up with dark energy. The magical power seemed to resemble Darcy's weapon in a way... "Oh, and surprise surprise, we have Mister Hostage. Suicide attempt clear up your head at all, or was there just nothing there to begin with?" Siegmund growled, still twitching as he looked up to Baldur. Blood was beginning to seep out of his mouth— a little bit out of his eyes as well, flitting in and out of consciousness. "Damn it, boy... Don't pity... murderer like me— not for... second. Just... kill those... bastards..." "The Icons of Sin— lapdogs of Perus, yeah. Death, War, Famine." Arthur was seething, clutching his tome so tightly he might accidentally rip it if he weren't careful. However, he held it together long enough to talk to Godiva. "Nothing but lousy pieces of sh- crap..."

Siegmund closed his eyes and said nothing as he continued to look to the ground, unable to see the conflict that went on behind the mask. He felt the brush of cold steel, only to feel the gentle sprinkle of healing magic. His eyes slowly opened, confusion evident on his face despite the sternness that was a constant throughout his entire encounter. "...What... What did you just do?" Siegmund twitched a few times, only being able to look at Baldur out of utter confusion. A bit of anger was mixed in as well— but mainly confusion. Kane was silent, clasping his cheek in thought— to think of how they could use this situation to their advantage. Lucy, consumed with anxiety, could only pray that this was the right choice. Only Arthur spoke up. "What- What are you doing...!?" However, he didn't do anything to finish the job— almost as paralyzed in confusion as Lucy was. Once more, Siegmund could only focus on Baldur. "...I don't understand. Leaving me alive is an overall detriment to not only Ria, but the entirety of Purgus. I made your life a living hell. Why— Why!? How could you leave a murderer like myself alive!?" The shattering of glass cut Baldur off before he could give Siegmund the answer he desired.

"...Very good." Siegmund, despite being weakened, brandished his sword... The battle is swift— Baldur waits for Siegmund to give himself even just one moment of winding up for his Bellerophon attack. The man was an anti-army fighter, but not an anti-unit one. In the heat of battle, his upswing was easily missed— but in a duel, it was easy for Baldur to find just that split second to hurl his staff's blade into Siegmund's chest. Blood spattered out of his mouth in a cough, as the man tasted fear and pain that finally cracked through with the resounding sound of shattering dark energies. Siegmund's blade fell to the floor, as he groaned and fell to his knee as well... "Enough... Enough." Siegmund coughed, looking up at Baldur. "You're an impatient lot, so I'll be quick, Son of Anton. I lied. The Antons weren't Perusian— they were Rian through and through. You are of Rian blood too, boy. There was no third family. I made it up because your family was the first assassination I carried out by Ruslan. I made it up because it was the only one he didn't give me a decent or even questionably moral explanation for and I hated admitting that I killed them for no fucking reason other than to make Perus look worse than they already do. I've ran away for too long." Siegmund lowered his head, exposing his neck. "I'm sure you and your team would like to get your insults in, so get it done and finish the job. Just make sure to spit on Ruslan's grave— not for me obviously, but for the good of the kingdom."

Automated Movement Shin to K4 and Silver Longbow Siegmund Siegmund winced, yet dark energies seemed to tether him to life— he says nothing and continues to glare down Baldur. EXP: (77/100) Stats

Automated Movement Lotus to D4 Brilliant to D8, heal Harefoot Bend to D7, hate life and perform for Brilliant Brilliant to E5, heal Soggyshanks

Justine's dance doesn't go unnoticed by Lucy— who quivers a bit and seems to completely and fully lose herself in anxiety... Baldur and Mim move again! Lucy has been Paralyzed for a turn! With the last drops of her vulnerary, Mim manages to heal Arthur back up and calm his anger... Just a little bit. Arthur recovers to full HP! And with a zip in her step, Mim fires a volley of arrows off at Siegmund. The first embeds it in his shoulder, but he's swift to dodge the second one. "Hmph... So this is what it comes down to, then?" Siegmund mutters under his breath. EXP: (74/100) Stats

Siegmund simply watched Baldur yell, remaining levelheaded. Finally, he closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. "Sorry, but you don't have a choice. If you'd rather whine than take an opportunity that was given to you on a silver platter, then I will kill you and finish my work." Siegmund swung his sword— gaze continuing to bore down at the party.

"Sh- I-I mean- F-Ficus...? P-Please be careful..." The meek Lucy had little will to do her usual dance after Siegmund's revelation as well as being somewhat intimidated by Shin's sudden determination to kill, but tried her best nonetheless to allow Shin a burst of motivation. Shin moves again! Siegmund simply continued to glare at Baldur, his expression unreadable as he listened. "Your Perusian family is dead, boy. Father and mother. I don't know the life you led afterwards— but judging by how you lead a life of anger; shouting at your own teammates in the middle of a siege... I can tell you seek vengeance against those who wronged you. Perhaps I can give you the chance you've been looking for." "So you don't give a damn about the hell you let Ruslan put me through, yet you glorify the death of Orchid's parents!? Do I not deserve vengeance as Scarlet said!? And you dare to say that you remember the faces of those you murdered!?" "Your revenge is with Ruslan, little prince— not mine. If it were up to me, your girlfriend's death would have been swift. I merely had to bring her to the king and put you in a cell away from your father— if anything, you should thank me for not bringing you straight home." "FUCK YOU! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING— I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Arthur went on a rampage, firing gusts of wind with reckless abandon at Siegmund. However, he was too far away to do any sort of damage— only one blade managed to make its way towards Siegmund, and he batted it away with Bellerophon— the projectile landing directly into the Fighter on the right's gut. "Son of a bitch— I'm not your punching bag, Boss!" "Don't you dare deflect my magic— you'll face me head on, you fucking coward! Fight me! Fight me, damn it!" "Oh, we'll fight. But you fail to grasp your situation. You lost someone in a replaceable role— Baldur Anton lost those who are not." Siegmund lifted Bellerophon, brandishing it over his head and pointing it at Baldur. "Your anger... Your hatred... You have a target that isn't your own allies. Bloodlust is satiated by anyone— vengeance is not. Only one question, then; will you take the chance?" "If you don't, then I will finish what I started all those years ago." EXP: (69/100) Stats

The arrow tears into Siegmund's shoulder— deeply. Yet he doesn't seem to even flinch despite it all, with him focusing on Baldur instead. "...Is that all?" He idly comments. However, he still spoke down directly to Baldur. EXP: (65/100) Stats

Perhaps Siegmund couldn't help but look a little bit flustered at Lenore's first set of words— only his stern face managing to hide the twitched lip and eye which was gone in a slow exhale. "I won't be forgotten. I can't say the same for your band of thieves if you fail here and now." His composure was ever so slowly being tested— Mim's words seemed to bury into him like a knife, his grip on Bellerophon tightening as he used much of his effort to keep it together as she spoke. There was the occasional scoff— an attempt at brushing off what he would say were nothing but honeyed words if he could speak. Even a 'hmph' was all he could manage in response to Lizaveta's words. However, he seemed to recover himself once Baldur spoke. His stern face turned into that of almost pity, before straightening out. "Hmph. For all of the self-help words that your band knows how to put out, yours fell flat, Baldur Anton." "Hey, uh? Boss? I'M GETTING ATTACKED OVER HERE!" "Damn it, ow! You stupid freaking— Boss, the nomad has a point, can you quit egging them on already!? They already wanna kill us and all, just tell the kid he was adopted and be done with it!" "...Very well. If that's what you all desire so badly." Siegmund now just looked more annoyed than anything, all trace of pity gone as he looked down at Baldur from his throne and pointed Bellerophon directly at him. "I don't know what fool family took the last name of the Antons, especially a Rian family. But I can tell you this— I mean every word I say. I don't forget the faces of those I've killed, especially not the first family I was ordered to kill before I even had the pleasure of reaching adulthood. But I also don't forget those I don't kill— I don't kill children, not that the King would demand such a thing. Repress your memory no longer, heir to the Anton family. Remember the one who caused you your suffering— not some fool drunkard." Fighter B buried his face in his hands. "Hey, yeah, sorry, he's kinda embarrassing, we've had to work with him, you get it. I for one was totally fine with bashing your face in as a child, but no, big spectacle about it, blah blah blah." Siegmund simply remained silent. All tension and anger had become levelheaded out of him as he simply focused in on Baldur, and Baldur alone. EXP: (62/100) Stats

"...Welp." The door creaks open as Lenore's lockpicks work their magic. Light poured in through the windows on the side of the building and revealed the man himself— General Siegmund Richter, who faced the throne away from the rest of the group as they enter. The two Fighters flex their arms and take a few practice swings with their axes, the two Clerics prepare their healing magic, while the two Spies cower in the corner before they can even begin their escape as they realize what is going on. Siegmund lets out a low sigh, the presence of his eye disappearing from view with the sinking feeling on Godiva remaining. "...I don't think you truly understand the gravity of the situation you're in. Perhaps if you made it through my army, you can kill me after all— but you heavily underestimate me." The man flexes his abnormal greatsword as if it were nothing, chains rattling with dark energy pouring out of the blade. "According to the girl in red— you call yourselves killers. Let it be known that you have only been relevant for a few months now. You're sloppy. Tales of your kills scour the continent, painting you as criminals. Are you even aware of those you kill? Do you remember the faces of terror that lay upon the people you have killed? Do you think about the families that you break apart, just to further your means?" "If you think your attempts at guilt tripping us, or even making light of our accomplishments, are going to stop us..." "On the contrary, 'Phoenix'. I am simply outlining what makes us different. For years, before the foolish man thrust me into the public, I have been a trained assassin for King Ruslan. Even before that, I've trained in the dark arts by a shaman who can do things that would make you shudder in fear just thinking about them. Perhaps my mentor would not approve of my occupation, but that is irrelevant now." "Why...? Do all members of royalty... carry out their bidding like this...?" "What I'm saying, to get to the point, is that I recognize killing for what it is. Not a sport, but an art. I remember all of the people I've killed, the families I've targeted, and to what ends. I remember everything about them— from approximate ages, to the locations of their death, even to simple attributes such as hair color. I've killed those of my own nation— to name one such family; the heads of the Evanoffs, conspirators of a coup attempt on Ria. I've killed the patriarch of the Masudas, the keeper of a weapon that planned to put the King in an early grave. Of course, while I was merely the kidnapper, a young lady from the Aucoin family is one I'm sure you're familiar with, Prince." "You bastard... You fucking bastard— you dare speak her surname like you knew her? I'll kill you, I'll fucking kill you...!" "In many ways, though I've only ever killed enemies to the crown, I am more of a traitor to my kingdom than Godiva could ever be. But I had my Perusian targets as well— while I do not senselessly slaughter entire families, the King was very particular about evil-to-the-bone Perusians being weeded out. I remember all of the Perusian scum that I've slaughtered, and those that I've left alive. The Donnelly family. The Graves family. The Anton family." On those words, Siegmund finally looked at the group with a cold gaze, brandishing Bellerophon. "Do you understand the scope of who you face? Strike me down, and you'll be unsung heroes— traitors in the blind eye of the public, but heroes to the few who know of the carnage I've created. However... Your chances are slimmer than they've ever been."

Automated Movement Lysander to H-10 Lucy to H-11, perform Lysander Lysander to I-8, blast Knight B "...Gotcha." Adelaida isn't sure of how to respond to Justine's flowery language, but seems to pretend like she totally gets. At least the last part was understandable enough. Lenore, on the other hand— "You mean this is normal? Oh Horse, what have I gotten myself into.." Lucy gets her confidence back, enough to perform for Lysander. Lysander moves again! Enemy Phase The army moves closer... Siegmund's eye briefly drifted to Godiva, the pressure of betrayal now weighing her down once more... Godiva has been Marked for Death! Arthur's Mark has lifted. ...however, he said nothing, for it could wait until the door was opened. TURN 10 Player Phase Ferdiad recovers 8 HP! Ferdiad is at full HP! FUCK Arthur's Barrier has worn off! EXP: (60/100) Stats

After a brief word of thanks to Diligence, Pinecone carried on silently. Pinecone to E6, Guard+ anyone in range but only for one attack so he doesn't die

"Hey, have you tasted any of that girl's vulnerary? Shit's better than the alcohol Sergeant Ivanovich would always bring." Kane recovers 21 HP! Kane is at full HP! Kane mutters a thanks to Godiva, his focus mainly on the door while occasionally throwing his head back to make sure the reinforcements haven't already arrived. EXP: (58/100) Stats

Though the eye continued to loom over Arthur (who actually was nodding a bit in response to Lizaveta's speech), it looked up to Lizaveta with an unamused look. "I agree. It is funny— funny that you don't understand what it means to kill. You talk about arrogance, yet you don't even listen to the words you're saying. But indulge me— you and I full well know I lie beyond this door. If you truly, honestly think you can kill me, then I suggest you stop trying to measure a high horse on top of your own and hurry. After all— The soldiers underneath might just be forgetting about their injuries in order to savor a fight... least of all the ones behind you. Perhaps then I can give you a lesson on what it means to kill." The eye shuts. Arthur can't stop feeling the presence, but it seems he has finished talking... For now. In the meantime, Lizaveta vents her frustrations out on the Knight. He gets completely enveloped in dark magic... and is subsequently eliminated. "Ah shit, that was Danny, he was kind of a loser at times but he was pretty alright... Ah well, I guess. That's just war..." Adelaida sighs, hoisting her axe up. "I haven't been doin' much, I still got respect for these guys but not much for that General Richter. Guy always kinda rubbed me the wrong way— well, he rubbed all of us the wrong way. Even then, managed to keep our morale up despite sounding like he hated the shit out of his job. Either way, I'm good to fight him if you guys need some backup." The door loomed in the front, the only thing keeping the group separated by a killer. EXP: (56/100) Stats

Mim's medicine allows the stalwart knight to get back on his two feet. Ferdiad recovers 10 HP! Ferdiad is back up! At the same time, she's swift enough to punch a couple of holes into one of the nearby Knights. Despite his wounds, Kane is healthy enough to rush behind the pillars, carefully aiming the wind-infused knife into the Knight. With a target opened up in the Knight's armor, Kane opts for an unnecessarily flashy hit that pierces the knife straight through the Knight's body, putting an end to their life. With a slight alteration in plans, Arthur opts to go for the Knight in the middle rather than the one on the right— same one as he attacked before. His aptitude inspires Mim! Much to Arthur's satisfaction and personal happiness. Mim moves again! Witnessing Arthur's bout of murder, Mim joins Kane in hiding behind pillars and fires upon the Knight. Her first attack manages to get the Knight right between the eyes of their helmet— making them stagger back. However, their brief collapse is enough to cause Mim to whiff her first shot. And Baldur tops Ferdiad off. Baldur is a perfectionist! +5 HP Recovered! Ferdiad recovers 25 HP! EXP: (53/100) Stats

Automated Movement Shin Silver Longbow Archer D, canto to I12 Baldur to I13, Heal Godiva Justine to K15 Lenore to K14 Liza to J12 Arthur to J10 and Wind Sword Knight B Kane to J11 and tell Arthur to equip Sacred Fire Ferdiad to J8 and Heavy Lance Sword Knight B Lysander to H15 and Wind Archer A Fey lobs a hatchet through the fortifications, putting a swift end to the Archer's shenanigans. Shin completely whiffs his first shot on the Archer— but it ultimately served as nothing but a distraction, as his second shot comes before the Archer could even load an arrow. Baldur is a perfectionist! +5 HP Recovered! Godiva recovers 25 HP! Godiva is at full HP! Baldur lives to serve! Baldur recovers 12 HP! Baldur is at full HP! Arthur rushes up, sending a gust of wind at the Knights that could not counter. The spell does, however, mostly plink off of their armor after chipping into it. Ferdiad charges in, piercing the Knight's armor just a bit but suffering some damage himself due to Siegmund's looming presence. The Archer made an attempt to recuperate, but Lysander quickly foiled it... however, the Archer managed to get in one counterattack, getting Lysander painfully in the chest! Enemy Phase The groups on the side continue to move in... Spy A to E2 Spy C to O2 Spy D to N15 Sword Knight A to I8 Sword Knight C to K8 The Archer isn't finished with Lysander— he's quick to nock another arrow and let it loose at Lysander... who manages to get out of the way and counterattack appropriately! Meanwhile, the Spy on the side attempts to put a dent in Fey— this ends up being the worst and last decision he's ever made in his life. The knights begin to surround Ferdiad— Bradwr gives a whinny of fright as the Knights begin to bring their swords down with Siegmund's cold gaze boring into him. The blade that already struck Ferdiad was able to get one more strike in on him, but it was enough to prepare Ferdiad for the second strike. However, the third strike is a cheap trick— the third Knight crashes down into Ferdiad's back, piercing straight through his armor in a deafening clanging noise, right into his back and knocking him off of his horse. "You don't have the stomach to kill," Siegmund's cold voice looms over the group, closer than ever before as a slight echo reverbates past the door to his throne. "That is what separates you from myself." Once more, the eye of Siegmund looms over the battlefield, affixing its gaze onto Arthur— "Your shields can't aid you forever, little prince." Arthur has been Marked for Death! "Bastard... Just you wait until we get in there..." In a bit of payback, as Siegmund taunts the group, the two Spies hurriedly loot the chests, their contents now theirs for the taking if they just managed to get outside... Spy A obtains 2500 Gold! Spy B obtains Dusty Tome! "Just a book, this is!" "That's just a book? Why would they have it here?" "I don't know. Wonder, I sometimes do." "This is no time to be wondering!" "We must hurry!" "Hurry, we must!" TURN 9 Player Phase EXP: (41/100) Stats

For all the Mage's cockiness, Mim puts them swiftly in their place. Godiva recovers 10 HP! Godiva is revived! EXP: (20/100) Stats

First Class Level 12