#sanzuqu

[theofficersacademy]

hewe i come to dwop won'qu fowgive me fow my sins .w.

Lon’qu has been dropped and is now available!

- Mod Ree

[harvestrose]

angering a harvest goddess

Mozu was staring at the current tactics they had worked out, frowning. She knew she still wasn’t great at judging what were and weren’t good tactics, but the short comments made by one of the other faculty rubbed her the wrong way. For one he kept insisting on being capable enough to handle himself with being burdened down by students- he was a teacher for gods sake, she’d’ve thought he’d at least see it as an opportunity to teach students. But he was silent, save for when he made his comments, always using as few words as he possibly could.

So, she swallows down her fear and pipes up. “Why don’t we pair me up with Professor Áinle'lí? I can cover ‘im with my bow, an’ watch ‘is back real well, since I’m halfway decent with spears an’ naginatas too. Both’a us got experience too, an’ with our main foe bein’ a big ol’ flyin’ serpent, it’d be smarter tah at least make sure everyone had a buddy rather than bein’ on their own- leavin’ folks alone out there’d be puttin’ everyone at more risk, since our foe is big an’ unpredictable, an’ the loss ‘a one person could set us back a bunch.” She glances back at the man, who seems to have tensed up a good deal. “Oh, shucks, I’m sorry, what d’yah ‘bout that, Professor? I ain’t gonna force nothin’, but bein’ alone is a liability, ‘specially when we’re tryin’ tah surround the thing. Plus, it can fly, an’ swords only reach so far, so it’d make sense tah pair yah with an archer like me, yeah?”

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[displaced-tactician]

Duel of the Fates... Well Awakening... || Lon’qu and Morgan

Morgan left a letter with a bright an golden “M” wax seal on it loudly and hurriedly nailed on to Lon’qu’s door. She was being pursued after all. It read:

“General Lon’qu,

Years ago you served my father in the Ylissean Wars. Now his daughter begs you to help him in his struggle to learn the way of the sword. I regret that I am unable to present my own request to you in person, but I have fallen under attack, and I'm afraid my mission to bring you to Training Hall has failed. I have placed information vital to the survival of the our future into the memory systems of this paper letter unit. You will know how to retrieve it... I’m pretty sure you already opened it. You must see this letter safely delivered back to me in the Training Hall. This is my most desperate hour. 

Help me, Lon’qu. You're my only hope.”

She heard her name being called out from down the hall.... the voice of her attacker... Hilda. 

Of course she wasn’t being attacked, but Hilda seemed to be in a bit of a huggy mood. It was a 50/50 when ever she met the pink haired woman. Morgan finished nailing the letter and began to leave. Trotting quickly to hide on a corner of the dorm’s hallways. Only to be swooped up in a friendly hug.

In all honestly, Morgan didn’t mind the hug. But also it was a hug and she was bound by it. Hilda was friendly enough and helped her friends stay alive... even if they got wounded. So Morgan accepted this person’s hugs. After Hilda let her go she quickly exchanged pleasantries before heading to the training hall to wait for Lon’qu. 

@sanzuqu

[nobletoatea]

rex tremendae :0)

what does your muse fear most about growing old/er?

Someday he might look in the mirror and see his father.