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It had been a while certainly for Lucia, but upon getting back into it, it didn't take a long adjustment. Anyone who knew her knew that she was always more at home as Lucia then she was as her real self. Even just breathing the fresh air again was fulfilling but she knew she couldn't stay...

For a moment the group was so taken aback that the boy could fly it took a while for them to get over the surprise before exchanging looks. They were subtly trying to weigh whether or not it might actually be something that could make a difference, odds were good of at least making it to the...

The comment about Bards did make the Dread Knight chuckle though. Though a sarcastic and mocking laugh, it was still a lot for the normally stern and taciturn commander to reveal a flash of anything that wasn't anger. "No doubt there aren't a lot of Undead Bards to sing our lady's story...

The knight's brow furrowed when told she had a lot of titles. Though she felt it was something to be proud of as opposed to feeling any kind of shame. Even as a servant she was so qualified, didn't that magnify her lady's qualifications? She tried to take it as an indirect compliment even if...

The moment he offered to do something, the bar immediately beamed. They were mostly visibly thrilled and eager that someone would finally do something about that ship. Unfortunately the follow up about the crew caused them to immediately dodge his eyes if he happened to look across the tavern...

The Dread Knight only burned hotter. The more it smoldered and simmered, it's anger being stoked from the prodding and provocation. When combined with the lack of remorse the creature didn't need to dress the coals of it's own anger for combat, it was self-sustained without any intervention...

Not attention, for Lucia it was something deeper, an empty feeling she was fighting to try and absolve and correct, some kind of space that needed filling but nothing quite seemed to fit. To her, it didn't feel right to feel pride for something that others could do better, it wasn't right to...

The bar mostly kept to itself, all grizzled and salty folks who usually kept to themselves. It was difficult to really get them to open up as an outsider. They'd largely rather just keep drinking away whatever surplus they earned out fishing. After a few asks though the one that stood out...

The Knight remained stoic through Schilva's response. It seemed like the man wasn't really talking to it when he spoke even if it couldn't really understand who the intended target of those words was. A dismissive attitude the knight hadn't expected, but it wouldn't waver over something as...

There was a bitter emptiness in her after the outburst. It made her sigh, feel exhaustion, it was always a little overwhelming, but it was what made her magic as dark and cruel as it was. If it wasn't for that heinous and unreasonable Envy of her's, she would never have been a dark mage in the...

In the chaos of pursuing fleeing survivors, it would finally arrive. If techniques and flashy abilities that represented power in an RPG, then this was a creature that symbolized power in an RTS. The Death Knight landed with a dull thud. Though loud enough to be noticed, was far too soft...

Since separating from Lucia, there would be many different possible avenues of researching the story she left behind for Chrys. Each one with varying degrees of certification and authenticity. The official story found in written history tells the tale of Luthor Harken a mad pirate from a few...

Lucia nodded along casually with the name. It had been a long and arduous adventure tracking it down after all, it was something she took some pride in and at the same time kept a bit close to the chest. "The Dreadnoughtilus, yes. A legendary warship you could say, captained by an almost...

'Special Enough' was a concept akin to a landmine for Lucia. For a brief moment she bit her lip to restrain the outburst that was boiling inside. Only when she tasted the metallic flavor of blood on her tongue from it did she gradually relax her tense posture. "No... It's not... It-- It...

Killing the skeletons wasn't too tough. Most of the time, the creatures were more concerned with trying to pick up or retrieve their fallen comrades then fighting back or being any kind of a threat themselves. Even when they did try to fight back, it wasn't much different from slaying actual...

There was nothing wrong with being happy with a simple life. Lucia could respect it certainly. It also probably didn't hurt that Chako was likely still young, still figuring things out and learning about life. There was no need to rush into big plans if you weren't ready. Though the talk...

Finally Liucia was a bit relieved. For a moment she really feared that Chako was just going at the game all alone with just Uene in her corner. Dear god that would have been a tragic end, as much as Lucia had faith in the gods of this world, being an aesthetic priestess or monk seemed like...

The wraith hesitated to answer the question briefly. Emerson was the one kept on the tightest leash after all. She glanced to Lucia uncertain, but Lucia's response was a 3 fingered gesture, a subtle sign but enough for the wraith to know what could be said. "Aye, dat's right. 'Cept the li'l...

Chako's response made Lucia... Confused? Lucia wasn't quite sure what to consider it, it seemed like they both talked about something different. For a moment Lucia tried to glean the angle Chako was approaching the topic from but could only assume the girl had confused cooperation and support...

"Mmm, I prefer 'privateer', though we don' see much a' the sea no more. Now me an' the boys, we surf the dirt more than the deep. Ain't so bad, though. Havin' them knights up front makes shootin' real fun-- like fish in a barrel, cher." The wraith's cackle was raspy, dry despite the liquor...