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[Sirus]

: "Wyvern? What?"

Gregor finally noticed the reptillian creature.

: "Wyvern! Charlotte, look out!"

[Powder Miner]

Alexander mutters some curses at hearing the Berebian accent, but they trail off as he is preoccupied with dying on the floor.

[Xanmyral]

"What, yah never seen ah wyvern 'round here before or somethin'? 'Sides, he has ah name yah know. Not all o' them are nasty, Ormm here wouldn't hurt a fly. Well, lest I tell him to."

Sal spoke rather defensively, resting a hand on the wyvern's neck to calm it from the agitated people nearby. Ormm, for his part, still watched them warily however.

[CrimsonEon]

Olison, still locked in the same shocked expression and his lance still raised, barely managed to clear some words out of his throat.
: "Charlotte... Can you... Explain?"

[Blade Master Model 42]

"...I take it you aren't with the other Berebian's around here?" Valor said distractedly, eyes flitting between Sal's lance and Seyena.

[Xanmyral]

"Considerin' tha if Oi was ah part o' their army Oi'd be strung up by mah neck an' gutted several times, no."

[Praefectus Screptum]

Move to 23, 13.

[Sirus]

: "So, you're saying you're not with the force attacking this fort? What are you doing here, in that case?"

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Ami! Can you heal Alexander? He's looking pretty bad."

[Xanmyral]

"Helpin' the lady here ta her friends, from the looks o' it."

The wyvern rider stated simply, pitching a thumb towards the archer girl up the hall.

"Nah, wouldn' say Oi'm with those finks, what with the guttin' thing an' all."

After a moment's pause though, the wyvern rider looked at the bleeding soldier woman in the corner.

"Eh, yer friend there doesn' look so roight, she okay?"

[Praefectus Screptum]

"..Did anyone notice there is a knight dying on the floor? I doubt this is the time to go all "Oh a wyvern rider are you a enemy or not?". Unless you want to add another person to the graveyard."

[IronyOwl]

: "I'm sure our healer can handle it. If not, I suppose I can."

If someone heals Alexander, stand still.

If not, move over to him and sprinkle vulnerary over his still-warm carcass.

[Praefectus Screptum]

"Hehe.. someone is feeling pretty helpful today. Anyway, are you willing to learn more about the Forsakens culture and see if you desire to assist the Plague Dragon? I am quite sure we will still have to face many enemies before having some peace."

[IronyOwl]

: "Uh... I suppose. Your family's a cult, then?"

She didn't sound very enthusiastic.

[Praefectus Screptum]

"Not exactly. By "family" I mean the whole group in the castle, the Forsakens is a group formed by shamans, druids and summoners. The "cult" part is mostly a religion, there is a long story behind this. But I will make it short, basically the Plague Dragon existed and helped us to keep our lands safe against the enemies until they found a way to take him out of here so..."

"We do not know if he is alive yet, but we still killing "the ones who do not deserve to live" in exchange of power. Yes, the Plague Dragon was making us stronger too, but there was this price, and honestly I doubt that could be considered a price as we would be killing bandits and murderers in general. "