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175 Sapper Team "Fatebreaker" (No Guild Affiliation) They moved out ahead of the main contingent with orders to prepare the battlefield ahead of the assault. Due to the risks taken by no small number of reconnaissance units and saboteurs working ahead in the field, and a staggering amount of...

"I don't know what you're talking about," he smirked as he pushed his way into the building behind her. "I do wish every problem could be solved with force, though. It'd save a lot of people a ton of grief," he said with a bit of resignation as he looked around the entryway, somewhat surprised...

"If that's the case..." Erick had some hope that there would at least be an owner for the property, or someone who knew what kind of work the mill was used for. Without that much, it would be hard to glean if it needed to be manned or not; and without knowing that, why it would be abandoned...

With both hands on his hips, the son of a farmer assessed the scene with a trained eye, and listened as the woman gave her full opinion on the situation. It was strange, farm families as they were, for people to be so eaten alive by superstition. Though in this world, that was a lot more...

He remained stationary as she adjusted, holding his drink upright for the barmaid to refill. The woman laughed at his antics and happily refilled both drinks, leaving the two to their own devices. At this point, neither Ruby nor Erick could be made to care about who was looking, because the...

200 He watched the others take the Gambit with some level of reservation. Would it be so easy? In this, a situation where death was disabled, they could afford the Proverbial Pickett's Charge; but in the world outside? This was the exact type of situation he sought to avert by picking up a...

200 There was no time wasted between the small group's arrival and their joining of combat. The man who looked most like a leader moved first, carrying one of the other combatants with him into the front lines. Promptly distributing her into position for the initial onslaught, he busied...

"Ruby," he said in a hushed voice, closing his eyes as compassion threatened to move him to tears. "Sweetheart. All that you can do is your best. No one can expect anything more than that from you." Neither of them was going to be served by him crying however, and the woman needed a change of...

Erick shrugged. There was little else that could be said if Ruby realized that she was closing herself off. Once someone identified a problem in themselves, the burden fell on them to do something to change it. Barring her willful inclination toward change, this was the best possible outcome...

"Amen to that," he lifted his mug slightly, sipped at it, then replaced it on the table. He listened to the way she admitted that, perhaps, she might have a bad habit and smiled to himself. It was more than nothing, even if it was half-hearted acceptance. Perhaps in time she would face it- but...

"I appreciate that," he said honestly. "I don't think friendship- or any kind of healthy relationship, for that matter, should be any other way." When she recoiled a bit (less obviously, but still) at his words, he reached for his drink and took another sip. Her defensiveness was more than...

"I'm a steel trap." Erick made a motion feigning zipping up his lips and tossing away a key. "Won't get a thing out of me until you melt the doors. I hear jet fuel melts steel beams though, maybe that'll work." He peered into the drink and realized that ale seemed to be working just as well, if...

"Cute, huh?" he teased, "you like it when I embarrass you? You sure you're not the masochist?" He threw a wink her way and collected another drink from the barmaid, who only shook her head when she happened to overhear the comment he'd made. Erick paid her no mind, offering no more than a...

There was work to do in the mountains of Astorea. That was the premise that brought him to Spyre, despite the nigh intolerable heat even in the dead of night. The humidity was low, even more so than on the Plains. It felt dry, arid, not unlike a desert, and the distinct, acrid flavor of metallic...

"Oh, of that I've no doubt," Erick quickly raised his hands in a warding gesture to show he was not making any accusations to the contrary when she mentioned that she was, in fact, classy. Though "not in the mood," she had still given him no cause to believe otherwise. He watched with a lifted...

"Hm? Oh, no, I was just pretending to do that thing moms do when they embarrass you in front of other people," he said, now uncertain if that was a thing moms in general did, or if that was just something his mom did. How unpleasant that realization would be, with all of its glorious...

He stopped to consider for a moment whether or not her assessment was correct. There were few things he valued as much as his ability to make decisions for himself, but given the opportunity to take a job doing something he loved, he would not hesitate to tie himself to that. Humans were a...

"Some people are just free spirits," Erick said with a shrug. "Time 'em down any way at all, and they'll never be happy." He watched her quietly for a moment as he nursed his drink a bit more, still quietly and internally chastising himself for failing to realize that some of his less...

"They call those tyrants," Erick laughed. "People who assert their will over others and dominate them. Western tradition dictates liberating their heads from their necks." He winked, his somber expression seemingly evaporating back into more lighthearted, joking mannerisms. "When you start...

He shook his head slowly. "Never great," he admitted. "I had a friend who drank heavily on the night of Prom, back in high school." He stared at the table for a long moment before he continued. It was something he rarely talked about, and one of the reasons he distanced himself from most of the...