#s:owain

[stahllions]

training montage » stahl & owain

It takes some time and a little help from the more covert members of the Knights, but you finally get a lead into who is organizing this ring. This information takes you to Arianrhod, where you will meet a priestly “Dragon” holding auditions for a Leif to add in their crew of characters. They don’t particularly care what you look like, but two things are non-negotiable: a boyish attitude and proficiency in a variety of weapons. This could be the chance you need to infiltrate the group, if you manage to impress him. [Grants Any Weapon +1]

"Aha!" Stahl strode back towards his mission partner, a broad smile on his face. Behind him, a hooded knight skulked away, their face hidden in a shadow that protected their identity.

Since arriving at the Academy relatively recently, he had quickly found friends in the Knights, having served in battle himself with the Shepherds. It gave them common ground. With the rumours flying around about an underground imposter ring, he had, of course, volunteered to track them down. And he recalled a couple of the more, ah, surreptitious Knights previously having hinted to a clandestine members-only club that seemed to fit the description. A furtive conversation, a favour traded, and before long, he had gleaned enough useful information to set them on their way.

"And so they intend to hold auditions tonight," he finished his recount. "For Leif." His lips downturned in a slight frown. "They require a boyish attitude and skill with a range of weapons." He had some competency with a lance and sword, but he wasn't sure that constituted variety. And could his attitude be called boyish?

"I suppose I could give it a go... What do you think?"

@teneguine

[lalamines]

to win back springtime that we lost; edge of eden final battle

It had been years already. Mercedes had given up all hope of ever returning to life in Fodlan. A distant world, a lifetime forever out of reach. She had settled down into her life by General Malo’s side, aiding the woman in every mission that was thrown their way. It’s on one of those missions that Mercedes wakes up somewhere that is very clearly not a military base.

At first there’s a stage. Taunting. Then there isn’t a stage at all. It’s difficult to wrap her head around but she finds herself amongst familiar faces. Allies from Rhedrise. Other faces too, on the opposing side.

Now united against a common enemy. Even the glint in Melanthios’ eyes feels like a challenge. Makes her blood scream out. 

She takes the Ichor scroll in her hands, and the screaming is replaced by a chorus of muses. Mercedes knows what must be done.

Roll d20:12! Hit! 3 damage to Melanthios. Reduced to 1.5 by Agarthan Technology. Roll d20-4: 15! Hit. 2.5 damage to Mercedes. Melanthios recovers 1 HP. Deals 1HP out of Combat to Mercedes Melanthios has 13.5/14 HP remaining Mercedes has 6.5/10 HP remaining

Roll d2: 1! Crest of Lamine activates. Roll d20: 10! Mercedes uses Recover to heal Lyn. Lyn and Mercedes both recover 4 HP Lyn has 9/10 HP remaining. Mercedes has 10/10 HP remaining

It’s frustrating enough that her spells are weakened by something dark and ancient. Even worse when the Dark Bishop saps her own strength too. Thankfully, Mercedes feels the power of her Crest and takes the opportunity to do something useful. Lyn already looks exhausted and the battle has barely started. Slipping over to her side, Mercedes casts Recover, restoring her own health and vitality as well.

“Feeling better? Let me know if you’re injured again, okay?” Mercedes says to Lyn, giving the woman’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. This wasn’t going to be an easy battle but if they could rely on one another’s strengths, she was sure they’d prevail.

They had to, after all.