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The talk about not being bestowed names made the pair a bit bashful. Not as if they were incapable of coming up with one, even if it were lame such as "tall tree" or "Heavy Rock" they could create titles or names themselves. "There's power in a name Living Ru, power that we don't have--"...

The apology was unwarranted as far as the paladins were concerned. Far too welcoming to accept such an apology for questions. "Ah, don't worry too much Living person, we're all creatures blessed with intelligence. If we don't ask how can we learn things we can't feel?" One asked earning an...

The pair of paladins took another drink in their own unique ways, but when asking about their evolutionary process they paused. Considering for a moment the first one to speak had been the one wielding the shield though even then his speech was slow and uncertain. "Let's see... It's difficult...

The Wraith King continued checking his notes for a good while until his thoughts were interrupted by the stranger's approach. Noticing her from a good distance, he observed even up until she got close enough to speak as if perplexed by the girl's willingness to approach an undead so freely...

Seeing Zel was interested in it's philosophy, Mortimer hummed in thought. It was rare for the Wraith King, few truly took to it's Saint's lessons in the world. It made the noble figure puff it's chest only slightly as a feeling of pride in it's creator's dream and philosophy seemed to be...

The undead would awkwardly return the writ, unaware of it's use or the reason. The flow of information and authority was just too different. The undead at least were all connected so it was easy to transmit and know things, humans didn't have things so easy. Hearing that humans could drink...

Lucia shook her head in answer when it came to understanding or believing in his words. It wasn't exactly her place from the start, her roll had never been the judgement of others or assigning consequence either. That had always been Astor's role or perhaps the role of public opinion rather...

It was disappointing for Lucia, she was no stranger to people not agreeing with her outlook, there had been many like that as she traversed the game. She knew quite well how broken and perhaps demented her view might be in the eyes of normal folk, but she chose happiness quite freely. How many...

After hearing the man's words, the Paladins briefly came together once more. It was unusual for a human to respond back without knowing their saintess. People often either attacked or were familiar with Lucia, it was rare for the answer to be neither. After a brief brain trust once more...

With a sad expression, Lucia remained leaned back in her chair, exhaling another breath in response to the visceral reaction. The woman didn't know, about this world or it's inhabitants. She hadn't yet gotten the chance to see the life drain out of a character's eyes, to see the temple's...

Shaking her head, smile not losing that twinge of melancholy. It was a matter of perspective, one Lucia wouldn't try to enforce if the woman didn't want. "A Routine nice enough to not want a change, folks nice enough that you'll go through the motions not left wanting or desiring something--...

The Wraith seemed to chuckle, the very nature of someone hinting that he might oppose killing for personal gain was amusing. For him, a former black hand assassin to oppose killing for gain was a height of comedy he hadn't expected. Still, he did have to rectify the miscommunication. "Not so...

It had been a while since players had graced Astorea, the once vibrant city overgrown with vines and weeds, monsters roaming the streets and houses. It was outside of the city however, in the forests of Western Brisshal that had more reclaimation duty at the moment then the city itself. Along...

Lucia would give a vague shrug in response, whatever the reason, change was good, change was what allowed for growth and development. It was a law she very much supported at least. In regards to their positions though, Lucia was as indifferent now about it as she had been before when she'd had...

Lucia couldn't help shrugging. People who approached it like a game would forever play a game, people who approached it wanting to be alive would experience a new world. To her it was a matter of perspective, the fact that the woman seemed set on 'the game' was disappointing. It showed in her...

The moment they were approached actively, a lot of the work close by seemed to come to a freeze. Though beyond simply stopping nothing else had happened. Some skeletons stopped while raising the axe, and others stopped with the axe buried deep in wood. Some were even still hauling or tying...

The Wraith King listened to the man's accounts and purpose patiently to the end. Only after the conclusion was clear would he turn the porcelain mask back down to the Skeleton in question and thought. "I see. And how many numbers is one life worth and how is it extracted I wonder?" He asked...

Lucia didn't take to the laughter as something wrong or abnormal. One of her summons was at the least prone to fits of demented laughter so such outbursts weren't something she wasn't adjusted to even if it was perhaps strange or abnormal. To her best recollection she hadn't had many...

It had been a brand new day for the game, with players back things had been both festive and tense in a sense. There was some unease with how quickly things seemed to fall into a state of disrepair and be reclaimed by the wilds and the monsters. Lucia was naturally one of the first to venture...

While Lucia was enjoying her time with those she considered closer then her family. It had been far too long since she last got to enjoy and revel in her role of being a Saintess. Content to merely stand among her high tier companions while the lower ones go about working and setting up the...