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That is bad. The words that came from this weathered foreigner are definite signs of further encroachment at the hands of this unknown space-faring regime. The minds behind the probes did not consider the fact that their vessel could be more damaged than it appears. After all, the people of this nation, although they aren't totally ignorant when it comes to spacecraft comprised of metal and similar materials, aren't fully aware of how they operate. The consequence of going down a different techline as opposed to the majority of other advanced civilizations. "Roxium", "Space tugs", terms the minds behind the probes are unfamiliar with. But a source of fresh water? That can easily be delivered to them.
Hopefully they haven't tried taking water from Itaial's salty rivers, two of which are closer to these foreigners and their vessel. They probably have the means to distill the water though, so that wouldn't be an issue if that is the route they took. Nethertheless, two different probes returned to the soldier with an offer to make, "We will be able to supply a source of fresh water for you and your people, our only request at this time is for you all to not stray past the quarantine zone twenty miles north of your current location. For your safety," the voice attempts to provide simple reassurance. It continues, "Other than what your vessel needs, is there anything else you and your people require?"
Mandrat got a twinge of excitement of all the chaos it would cause even with all the casualty. The bus was now hugging turns en route.
*******
Malin's chariot rode faster, but the Oatserians on horseback and Aerlanic tried to keep up with her. This coincided with the Oatserians rapidly moving eastward into Bandervai, taking Feltov and Bandercross, as Malin made a break for the capital.
Kiki nods, getting herself and Nate dried off and ready to go, before the group heads back into Waffle Valley.
Connie nods. “Does it hurt a lot? You could find a doctor somewhere here if you’re worried about it.”
Wafflepocalypse
Cory slowly gets up off the couch, his cat following curiously behind him as he answers the door.
The poking went without issue, and all seemed normal, though Ameli followed Tabitha closely - or more specifically, she followed the blood closely.
The blood looked completely normal under the microscope.
Ameli looked curiously at what Tabitha was doing.
"Wow! Is that a little-eye? Can I look through it? It looks a lot more impressive than the ones I grew up with!"
As Ameli got excited, Tabita noticed a few faint flashes of green tint in the blood.
******
Vara shook her head.
"No. But, then again, how many of these 'psykers' would actually say that they had such an ability. For all I know, you could be one."
******
Eveline shrugged.
"It's fine. If you want to do that, we can do that. If you think it will make the game more interesting."
******
(Yep, a lot has happened in the Palace gardens. I haven't drawn a map of the Palace, but imagine these gardens to surround a lot of the Palace. Sorta like a front lawn of exotic plants and flowers.)
The Royal Emperor chuckled.
"I suppose so, yes. Ah...if only it were that simple...if only the purpose of this place was simply to have a nice place for me to enjoy. But I'll let you in on a little secret. This place is not for me, but for the nobles and generals - and, indirectly, for all of Tyramon. Luxuries keep the powerful happy and placated. That keeps them loyal. If they weren't loyal...well...things would go back to how they were before the unification of Tyramon. And with modern weapons, well, that must be avoided at all costs. Nobody would win such a war."
Just then, a messenger hastily approached the Royal Emperor.
"Your Highness! I have a very urgent message for you, marked for your eyes only."
The messenger handed the Royal Emperor a sealed paper message. Nelly detected a bit of nervousness in the Royal Emperor as he opened the paper. He held it carefully, in such a way that nobody else could read it - though even if they could, they would not understand the coded message.
After reading the fairly short message, the Royal Emperor looked to Nelly.
"I'm afraid I must go immediately. You'll have to enjoy the gardens without me. In case I do not return soon...good night."
The Royal Emperor hastily walked away. The messenger, unsure what to do, awkwardly began walking away.
As Nelly looked around, she noticed the servant girl from dinner sitting on a bench a distance away, facing away from Nelly. She looked...uncomfortable, or perhaps slightly distressed.
******
Carmelia raised her eyebrows.
"Really? I guess he really keeps to himself then. I thought you all were a lot more...communal and open."
******
Lord Talide considered this. "Very well, that is acceptable." He turned to the witch. "Miss Widianaya, get a full vial of the same potion." He looked back to the Princess. "I will give you a full vial for you to take back and show to your father. It is enough for five people - divide it equally, and give each portion to a different person."
From...somewhere, the witch pulled out another vial of the liquid, this time with five times the liquid. She offered it to the Princess respectfully.
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North South North West Kansas
Corali just smiled and licked the plate clean.
The officer looked to the north and squinted, curious more than anything about "what" was being quarantined to the north, and whether or not to risk taking a look. He turned back to the insects and, with no one else to address, stood up a little straighter.
"We've got a month of food onboard the ship so we should be ok uh..." He turned to the other human, "...some of the civvies need insulin, yeah?"
She nodded.
"Yeah, uh...oh and some beer if you've got it, we'd...like just something to keep us occupied with...well...losing half our number and only being able to bury a quarter on account of them being pulled out into space..."
"Thats non-essensial," The main officer said with a wave, "Insulin, medical supplies wouldn't go amiss; most our supply got hit and we only managed to save a bit of it...and...that should be all."
One of the Caprine entities, the female, raised her hand.
"We would like one animal, live one" she paused, "we will sacrifice it to the ancestors to give safe passage to the fallen to Idukni."
The officer paused, and sighed.
"Alright, fine." He conceeded.
The Aerlanicans got a bit tense.
"Hey, slow down on the turns ok? you're going to crash into-"
A resounding clang was heard as the bus knocked over a road sign as it careened into a bridge spanning a river, causing the Aerlanicans to wince.
"hey if you could not destroy our country further, that'd be great." One called out, perhaps a bit harshly.
One Aerlanican started praying, while Snow, fully aware that Mandrat, and by proxy the things she created, were apparently impervious to harm, sighed as she kept her put contented.
After some time, one Aerlanican tapped Mandrat and pointed forward.
"Look!"
Just ahead of the road, there was another road sign set inbetween a large pass through the mountains. Slowing down to get a look, Mandrat saw in beautiful wording, now long since decaying and breaking down. "Welcome to Aerlanic! The Capital State!"
"We're almost there," the Aerlanican that shot her in the back of the head said, "Just a little further."
******
The Rangers tried to spur themselves forth, attempting to catch up with their primary target or at least corall her into a dead end or difficult terrain. A high speed chase ensued, as the Rangers loosed volleys of arrows only when they were close to Malin.
As they boarded the bus, Kiki heard Tsarinas response to Connie.
"I dunno...it's...it's sorta just here-" she pressed the left front of her belly, "-and here." now the right front of her belly. "it's like...tiny pinpricks almost...like someone's slowly dragging white hot pokers along there and not in the sexy way...we'll see a doctor just to get things sorted out, if it's anything really bad, might as well get a look at it before it blows out of control."
"Whats this about?" Kiki asked Tsarina, who shrugged.
"Just some abdominal pain...started feeling it when I was in that lake...we're probably just going to get it checked out-"
"Honey," William called, a tone of confusion on his voice, "Can...can you answer me something."
Wafflepocalypse
"Cory!" Came the cry from Harold, which startled both him, Darcy and the cat. "Such a pleasure to meet you, this is Carissa, from a different dimension, and we are going to save the world through what I do best!"
He proudly displayed his book.
"By writing things down!"
Darcy looked to Harold.
"What the hell?" She murmured.
"I know, outrageous! But we're going to save Kansas and I am adamant that we must try and succeed!"
Eastrid got another steak and flung it unceremoniously onto the sizzling plate.
Tabitha recoiled in suprirse.
"Your blood...interesting."
Tabitha scratched something on her notepad before she looked at the microscope again.
"You can look at it all you want once we're done...but answer me a few questions ok; tell me about things you are excited about, or you get excited about."
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The soldier let out a laugh.
"If they're Aerlanican, they're required to by law to declare they're one; gotta register that you're a Psyker otherwise you're a shoot-to-kill target if you start using it for illegal purposes. And besides, most the time you volunteer to become one; My friend's in the Waste-Rangers and he's a psyker, some of the stuff that happens is really wierd, like, there's something called The Web thats all around us which is sorta like a wishy washy psychic thing."
Vara paused.
"Oh? Whats so special about it?" She asked cryptically.
"Dunno, gives people the ability to hear thoughts like words without issue, see people through walls, hell, even get an idea of what people are going to do or say before they do or say them...real wierd stuff."
The door to the room opened, as Anne with an E walked in with a small cake. Disregarding Echo and Moonglow, she approached Vara and held it out to her.
"Here." She said simply. "Cake for a friend."
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"Alright...let's have some fun."
Ann began playing, not too hard, but just hard enough to make it difficult for Eveline to win without trying.
******
Nelly smiled and approached.
"Excuse me...is there room for one more on that bench of yours?"
******
"We are for most things, but if you're grieving we let you have some time and space...it makes it wierd that he's so distant."
Carmellia paused.
"Bit if you had to guess about whether he's interested in a family?"
The older man paused.
"I'd say he wouldn't mind the company." He concluded with a shrug. "But you'd have to ask him that."
*******
Before taking the vial, the Princess gave a very reverent, very respectful curtsey to the witch before taking the vial.
"Thank you, deeply, my lady." She said.
Kressidia turned to the king.
"I will relay the instructions to my father, my lord...he should be here in no further than five days with his entourage...anything further to inform him?"
Chuckling is heard from the probes for a second before an answer was given, "Thankfully that request is a non-essential one, you won't find beer here. However we do have a couple of non-beverage alternatives that may help with moral. Have you ever experienced sky-walking?" that last bit came from a younger individual, or at least what seemed like that.
A moment is given to make sure the translations aren't being stressed, and so that whoever that younger person was could be pulled away from the screen. After that and some audible whining growing fainter by the second, the voice prior could be heard again, "Though we do not have what you refer to as "Insulin", we will be soon delivering what will help. Where would you prefer the supplies to be dropped off at?" they asked, giving no mind to the request involving animal sacrifice. That animal from before should be an adequate serving, unless there is a ritual that must be upheld to a tee.
As the second half of their answer was being given, one of the insectoid probes can be seen growing closer to them before breaking off into sectioned parts that soon formed a circle facing them. To the trained eye, it looks like a portal is about to form.
"Ooh, doggy! I've been ACHING for some chaos and despair!" Mandrat said, speeding up the bus a little as the praying rebel did it a bit faster and louder.
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Shots hit on the chariot; while not hitting Malin, it did hit her staff, and the crystal shattered. All current living zombies returned back to normal, either as dead or as normal humans. It started a small fire in the woods as well, not enough that it would truly cause a problem, but enough to cause a detour.
Banderviss had been severely weakened and taking them out now would be fairly simple, as raising the dead had created quite a stir in Banderviss, and the populace who already were weary to Malin's narcissistic shenanigans were now openly hostile to her. Helping them take back Bandervai and then going back west to send the Mongolyn home would be ideal.
"Uh..."
The soldier took a cautionary step away from the "portal" before adressing the other insect probe.
"Uh, Insulin is...it's...it's used for treating Diabetes...d...are you guys even human? Never mind...just...just at the crash site would do well in about...at about sundown or something-"
"And what of the beast?" The Shakar insisted.
"I'm sure we can find a live one somewhere around." The officer replied.
The Shakar blew air from her nose before stamping the ground once with her left hoof.
"Very well." She said, annoyed.
The human officer paused, before turning to the insect.
"What's sky-walking? You mean sky-diving?"
Arbitrarily, the Aerlanican next to her pressed on the brakes slightly, causing the bus to slow down suddenly, but not jarringly.
"Hey, Crazy lady, I'm partial to living so could we cool the road rage a bit?"
"But we gotta get to Madylin-"
"Madylin isn't in Aerlanica City; we don't know where she is."
*******
The Aerlanic Rangers attempted to Capture Malin and return her to the Oatserian king. As they did so, they gave a very respectful nod, and wide bearth, to the badger that had mauled apart a zombie, fearing a similar fate would befal them.
"Nnm... I was hoping you would gloss over the question given by our little one," was the person behind this probe embarrassed over that small interruption, however minor. Thankfully they didn't perceive this as an insult considering their space-bound origins. "Mmno, sky-walking is past-time entertainment for some of the people here, above you a little to the south you should see a floating amusement park; a sky den so to speak. Our little one here frequents the place," although embarrassed a little, an answer to that is still given.
They continue, "As for this... "Insulin" you refer to, I'm afraid we do not have such a thing. If you're looking for that specifically, that is. We do have cures for that particular condition," they say with a glaring hint of honesty, with a touch of confusion in the early going.
As they were giving an honest explanation, still shoving off the bit on animal sacrifice, what looked to be a mesh between a modern crate and an obelisk was being guided through the active portal by a short individual who bore apparel characteristic of a Gallianese citizen. That which carries the solarpunk aesthetic, albeit toned down and mainly consisting of the colour dark brown.
"Here you go, sem,~" this voice belonged to that little one.
One of the lizardfolk grasped the box and smiled...or at least it looked like they smiled.
"Thank you children." It said awkwardly, often stressing incorrect sylables and hesitating, not to mention the hissing and rasping notes to it's voice.
The officer knelt down before the kid, smiled, then looked to the insect. Upon the "little one" even looking at the humans, they saw that they were no shorter than six feet and three inches; indeed, the humans were abnormally tall.
"Hey, it's no issue; it's been a while since I've been to a nice amusement park myself...would've been well before the Wars."
"Wars?"
"Yeah," The officer sighed, "We've been more or less fighting a bunch of wars non-stop for...eight, nine years...it's been intense and we've lost a bit over half our number...but...we've picked up plenty of friends along the way who want to fight just as much."
He stood up.
"Thanks for the supplies, and we'd definately love to have some of them cures; we'll do a head count of all the diabetics and get back to you on that one." He paused. "Ah...what or who do we call you? How do we contact you?"
The caprine entitiy next to the officer huffed and spoke to the other, before they turned to the officer and waited.
The construct that friendly lizardman grasped has an gravity manipulating apparatus attached to the bottom of it in place of the more conventional wheel, to bring ease to carrying such a heavy "box".
The child, bearing the same wafer device around her neck as previously seen as the corpses from before, who looks to them gave a genuine smile in return, that and odd look at the individual's large teeth. Something she rarely gets to see up close. Her attention is drawn away from this lizardman and to the officer who began to speak to her.
"Ah..." the only sound that escaped her mouth in response to this being shared with her. She genuinely doesn't believe her words could do their experience justice, seeing as she knows little of it herself. So instead, "The cure so to speak is in the crate here, we've already determined the amount that is needed. So, you don't need to worry about that," she says with a concerned look on her little face.
She continues, "You'll be able to contact us through our probes, like you did before. Just give it a little "hello."
“…Well, crap. Ugh, my boss is going to kill me about this. Hopefully there’s enough chaos opportunities to make up for it.”
“You have a boss?”
“Yep! It’s me!”
“…What a surprise.”
******
The badger slowly walked over to the Oatserian soldiers, brushing up against them and giving a light coo. One of them cautiously pet the creature, which set off a domino effect in the badger eventually becoming Oateria’s beloved animal. Still unsure about the badger, the Aerlanic motioned forward, and the Oatserians, and the new small friend they called “Kajiric” (Oaterian for “paladin”) followed, trying to catch up with the rest of the group.
The rest of them, up ahead, had lost sight of Malin, although they maintained a persistent race after the Bandervai queen.
The Lizardfolk now looked over the box, very curious as to how the device worked, and often sweeping their hands underneath it, their tails swishing side to side with excitement.
The officer, now with a much more friendly demeanour around the child, let out a laugh.
"Well thank you...oh, here."
He rummaged around his pockets before producing a small, browny-brass coloured coin and handing it to the kid.
"I'm not sure how much this is worth with how the Aerlanican Economy is in this state, but hey, maybe you'll be able to buy an ice cream or something." The officer replied.
"Thank you." Said the female soldier. "You're a very sweet girl."
She too now approached before looking at the waffer around her neck.
"What's this pretty thing?" She asked.
"Well...why the hell would you kill yourself? Also, why do you hate Madylin so much? I mean don't get me wrong she's an insufferable narcissistic whore but you just seem a bit too...convenient."
"Maybe we got good luck?"
"Clive, we're Aerlanicans, we don't have any good luck."
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The Aerlanics were a little...calmed by the fact the minature death monster was quite amicable with the Oatserians, however they still made an unspoken rule to not put any flimsy appendages near the creature, namely, fingers. However they still were polite to the badger, hoping to placate the spawn of chaos from which heaven and hell flees from, to try and curry favour from the entity in which the Grand Architect August had failed to give fear or self preservation instincts to.
But they had fun with Kajiric on the way to link up with the other rangers, who had slowed their pace to a more comfortable march; they had to conserve the energy of their beloved horses.
And so, ten rangers, a contingent of Oatserian troops, and a very terrifying yet cute badger, marched forth to find Malin.
“Wait…suicide? Come on, that’s not a good punchline. Plus, of COURSE i don’t hate Madilyn Jones! That’s why I’m giving her chaos and despair! It was recommended by the, uh, mailmen people, and some people in suits representing Oateria. Clearly if you’re calling her those no-fun words she needs some cheering up, Mandrat style!”
******
They followed a trail left by Malin’s horses, which led a direct trail to Banderviss. A few Oatserians were sent back to Raziel and Tashis to tell of what had happened.
Although this young girl appears thankful for this gift considering the intentions behind it, there is also a hint of confusion that briefly swept across her face. She knows she doesn't want to offend this man by rejecting it, but she also knows she has never had to "pay" for food in this country. Let alone ice cream.
So after turning her head away to peer in the general direction of the portal, she looks back over to him, shrugs, and then accepts the coin as a token of gratitude.
Fortunately what would've segwayed into an awkward conversation was saved by this female soldier who approached with apparent curiousity. Questioning the torq made the young girl instinctively poke at the device, that which is leveled with the skin where it fits in a shallow indent along her neck.
"Eight years worth the girl's medical history," answered a voice that was soon to be matched by another figure who took leave of the portal. A man with muted opal-coloured hair well into his thirties who bore apparel slightly more formal than the young girl's. "We here call it the Perädu Torq, the device monitors our health," among other things. But he stops right there to wait and see if the female soldier wanted to know more.
"Wait...mailmen? You mean the COURIER?"
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The rangers, trained to track all manner of quarry, continued to follow the tracks.
The Female is indeed interested, as she stands up. Comparatively, the attire between the two factions is vast and disparate as to be expected; While these individuals here wore more solarpunk-esque attire, which possibly includes robes and warm colours, the attire of the strangers' "civvies" was largely dominated by vibrant tones but simple attire; A-frame dresses or skirts over leggings paired with blouses or shirts was the go to for the females, while males generally had long pants and the occasional suspender. Almost all of them were faded, torn or in disrepair, however, and jackets, jumpers and coats were also commonplace.
Between the apparently highly militarized nature of the society, the contentment with which they accepted meat consumption, and the attire, it was highly possible their cultures were as night and day to one another, something which would either lead to fruitful cultural exchange, or armed conflict...however it appeared these strangers wished for the former and not the latter.
The female smiled as she looked at the Perädu Torq, and reached underneath her own armour and fatigues to produce those two tags that hung around her neck.
"Well, these are mine; we call them ID tags, it ah...it's helpful for...things." She said, intentionally omitting details at the eleventh hour. The older figure remembered seeing the troops take one of the tags from the bodies of the fallen, and understood their purpose.
"But tell me a little more about these Torq's...they look pretty and they record data, but what else can they do?" She asked gently and elegantly changing the subject.
Ameli gave a puzzled expression.
"Um...alright...I really like learning about different things. I like gardening and playing with animals and stuff. I like talking with people and helping people. As for excitement...uh...that stuff but extreme, I guess."
*******
Vara smiled, deciding that asking too much from this soldier might start making him suspicious.
"Thank you, Anne. Is there a special occasion this is for?"
******
Despite this, Eveline made a number of blunders, make victory easy for Ann.
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The girl straightened and turned to Nelly. The girl recognized Nelly and stood up, bowing her head respectfully. Her eyes were red, and she hastily wiped some tears from her face.
"S-sorry, Miss, I didn't mean to obstruct you and-" she paused, noticing the Royal Emperor was not there. "Well, you, Miss. You of course may have the seat. Is there anything I could get for you?"
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Carmelia nodded.
"I see. Perhaps he could use a friend, at the very least."
*******
"I would recommend a small, but very well-trained entourage. Parts of his journey will be treacherous, beyond the control of my armies. That is all. What flag shall I tell my men to look for?"
Instead of going through with an hour long explanation of what these wafer devices are capable of, the older individual who's now approaching the crate to open it, he decided to give the go ahead to the young girl to show some of the device's capabilities. The man, having reached the crate, now drags his finger across its surfaces in two separate, straightforward patterns in order to open the crate. Given its height, being roughly around 5 feet, the crate was opened from the side. The contents inside were then revealed in seamless shelves that could be pulled individually.
While this was happening, the young girl brought up a finger in a similar fashion to the torq to make a single pattern. After which a 3D holographic model of the girl appeared out of the blue a little ways away from her. This image of her, throughout being summoned, will remain in the default T-pose unless it is physically altered. Around this image of the girl appeared several small vertical-orientated input fields, which contained informational summaries about the girl's medical history pertaining to the area of the body they're closest to.
True to the man's words, there was only eight years worth of information that could be discovered on this model. Most of which can be accessed by tapping onto one of the input fields. Doing so will show the specifics.
The girl didn't do that though, believing at the time it isn't necessary. "And.. yeah, that is that ma'am," she quietly adds.
Tabitha looked to the blood to see if there were any changes in colour, akin to those she saw when she gleefully asked a series of questions about the microscope.
******
"I wanted to do something nice for you." She said simply.
******
Ann wasn't overly cruel about exploiting the blunders, however she did make it so she got close to winning but presented a clear path for Eveline to win if she played her moves right.
******
"Sit down with me and talk for a bit," Nelly said with a soft smile, "come on."
"But-"
Nelly pressed a finger onto the girls lips and gave a comforting shushing sound.
"Come on, sit down with me and let's talk..."
Nelly gently guided the girl down to sit on the chair, as Nelly followed suit.
"Atta girl...now-" she grasped the girl's hand with hers and looked at her, a smile on Nelly's face, but concern in her eyes, "-tell me why you were crying."
******
"I suppose he could." He murmured. The man then turned to Carmelia. "Why the sudden interest in him?"
******
"You shall look to a horizontal bicolour triband of green and white, with a charge of a deer in profile."
"Please, just call me Amelia; I'm not a ma'am since I work for a living." She said with a laugh. "See? I'll show you mine."
She produced her own tag and offered it for the girl to read.
"So that's my initials; A. H. which stands for Amelia Henrietta, my last name is there; South. Right here's my serial number."
"What's the three letters there?"
"That's my race; the AER stands for Aerlanican, the Lazarin have LAZ, that's the lizard people, and SHA stands for Shakar-"
"That is us." Said the female caprine-human hybrid, puffing out her chest and standing up straighter with pride.
"And the numbers?"
"000-098-774? That's what number I am, so I'm the Ninety-Eight thousandth, Seven hundred and seventy fourth member of the Aerlanican Federal Navy.
"Then my blood type, which is B+, followed by, well, NAVY."
She gently took it out of the girls hands and slipped it down her fatigues once more.
"It's so people know who we are and so we don't get mixed up with other people."
While this conversation was under way, the officer approached the other man.
"Well, ain't this fancy," He murmured, "Looks like you folk are a right ol' bag of tricks, aren't you? What's next, you got a cure for cancer in your back pocket?"
Mandrat paused. “Sounds about right, yep! Corey guys!”
*****
They must have hiked through Oaterian wilderness for about three days, before seeing wooden walls. It was Banderviss, and outside the walls was absolute carnage. Bandervai citizens were trying to enter the city, being fought off by soldiers.
The Aerlanicans gave a collective groan.
"What?"
"Those people are the black sheep of the family when it comes to Aerlanica," One said, "They sorta...do their own thing half the time. I wouldn't trust them with a half broken, s%$# covered stick."
******
The Rangers tried to call the civilians off the attack and pull them back, trying to save lives.
“Oh, I just remembered they didn’t want me to say anything about them. Oops!”
The gag drumroll was back in full force.
******
The Banderviss soldiers noticed this, but with the Aerlanic training and the Oatserian “getting very tired of people invading their home”, they beat down the banderviss soldiers, telling the peasants to go home. They were inside the walls.
There was no flicker, no change in color. It seemed to be just normal blood.
******
Vara nodded.
"I see. Thank you, Anne. It is very nice indeed."
******
Unfortunately, Eveline did not make the correct moves.
******
"Oh...I...uh...I suppose it is just that I am...I...I suppose I feel...trapped...yes, I think that is a good way of putting it. All I can ever be is a servant, it seems."
******
Carmelia shrugged.
"Oh, no reason in particular. I'm just curious. But also, I suppose, we all ought to befriend one another. The more united we are, the better chance we have."
******
Talide nodded.
"Very well then, if it is distinct enough then there shall be no issue. I'll send word that a party flying such a flag is expected and that they are welcome diplomats."
The Aerlanicans let out a slight laugh this time.
"Well sucks to be those assholes." Another Aerlanican called.
"So you're "working" for COURIER?"
******
The Rangers sighed and hung back; it wasn't their fight, and it'd be best to let the Bandervissians deal with this problem themselves.
Tabitha frowned.
"Would you like a turn looking through the microscope?" She asked, testing the waters.
******
Anne nodded, then left.
"Well, I'll get out of your hair, have a good day." The soldier said, standing up and leaving.
******
Ann won and let out a little laugh.
"Well then, good game!" Ann replied. "You know what that means?"
******
Nelly nodded.
"I suppose I'm in a similar situation; my form was made for the express purposes of pleasure and service." Nelly said, looking into the girl's eyes. "But why do you feel trapped? Is there no alternative to this work? Is Tyramon that bad?"
******
"Fair enough, good sentiments to have."
The Druids returned to their conversations, seemingly believing the discussion regarding Kell to be concluded.
******
Princess Kressidia bowed deeply to the king.
"Your majesty, thank you for your brief, but much welcomed, hospitality."
She turned to the witch and bowed.
"My lady."
She turned and left, her personal guard following close behind.
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