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[Praefectus Screptum]

"Frankly, I was supposed to return to the castle as soon as we got rid of that zombie wave, but this mercenary group become something else to me. Also I still want to help to kill the crazy witch lady aaaaand probably find a better place to those books of her library. Like on my library."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"I surely don't mind, Sal. You're a good man. Storming the gates just wouldn't be the same without you."

Chris looked at everyone in turn.

"I mean that for all of you. I don't think any of us expected this road to lead here, to end here, when for whatever reasons we had that all of us originally signed on with Prixima. But I wouldn't trade our struggle for anything. In an odd sort of way, I have to thank her. It was because I worked for her that I came to be here, to discover people that I cared for more than myself, to find out that I even could care for others..."

He glanced at Ami.

"...To think about love..."

He looked at Tantallos.

"...and to belong to a real home. A family."

"After this goes down, I don't know what will happen. Doubtless we'll all go our separate ways. But I would like to see all of you again, from time to time."

[Culise]

"How confident we are, already selecting the spoils from victory," Raquel murmured with an eye towards Tantallos, before turning back to Chris.  "I am afraid that I have no personal stake in this matter.  My journey brought me this far in search of rare books, particularly those on the ancient history of this land before the Empire, but I will not murder someone for the sake of that alone.  As for her base deeds, I have seen many corrupt nobles, and many who plant a blade in the back of their erstwhile companions were it to suit them; Lady Prixima is no different from them.  The deaths of Joz and all of our friends was a terrible thing, and the executions of those soldiers of Prixima that committed the deed, I think, helped them rest for a time, but now that we are safely away, to throw our lives away in a futile attack against a noble of the realm in her very den in pursuit of vengeance will not help bring them peace.  Still, there are those that I, too, have met on this journey..."[/color and here she turned, facing Derick, who had not yet spoken.  She spoke, her voice soft. 

"Derick, you have traveled with them for far longer than I, before we ever met.  You do have a personal stake in this matter, do you not?  Shall you be thusly traveling with them on this final charge?"

[Haspen]

@Outsiders:

"I'm back!" Anja moved up to the group in slightly different outfit. Namely, there was a small flute hanging from her belt, she had fancy gloves and shoes, and the blade that she normally had tucked behind her belt was now resting in thick leather scabbard with golden ornaments.

"I hope I'm not late for anything?"

NPC: Anja re-joins the group!

@Charlotte:

"From what I'm understood from his explanation - I'm not specialist - he will use two identical crystals. That will allow him to turn a group of people or items into energy and then send them from one place to another, as long as there's a crystal at the destination point. Teleportation on short distances is common trick amongst mages, but he boasted he can do transport people for several kilometers. If he is correct, that means twenty times the usual range."

"I've already procured a pair of crystals. One is in my pocket." Dag tapped his robe. "And we sent the other one to this Marpa woman."

"We're meeting with Magister Tiron later today, so hopefully one night is enough for him to prepare..."

[Powder Miner]

Alexander eyed Anja and her new gear. "...Fancy. We were discussing our likely final assault on the castle... It's risky, and the question was... Well, are you in?"

[Haspen]

@Anja:

"Hmm, are you in, knighty guy?"

[Powder Miner]

"Absolutely."

[Haspen]

@Alexander:

"Then I have to come with you to make sure you don't get killed."

"I want to come as well. As far as I get it, that Ernest person is Prixima's lackey and I have to avenge Joz and others. I want to see that woman bleed to death."

[Sirus]

@ Mannan

: "It still seems a little sudden to me. A do-or-die assault with less than a day's preparation? What aren't you telling us? What do you think that witch is up to?"

[Haspen]

@Gregor:

"Hmm, how to say it..."

"Should I?"

"No, I will do it. Look, Gregor - I no longer have a county, nor a title of a count, or any assets. My father, and then I, have spent all our family money on spying and trying to destroy Prixima Kesselring. What is she trying to do - I don't know, but I wouldn't be surprised if it is some kind of war or similar plot. Why would she bother herself with old artifacts, why would she spend so much money on amassing an army of mercenaries? One of the last reports mentioned some strange men with glowing eyes and unmatched strength and power that are utterly loyal to Prixima. What does it mean? I don't know. But I will try to stop her anyways."

[CrimsonEon]

Olison, who was nearby tending to his supplies off his horse's back, broke his silence with a dry laugh.
: "I think you can surmise my answer, then." The cavalier finished his organizations and tied his pack onto the saddle. "I've seen plenty of noble's dirty work, but Prixima's disgusts me most by far. Don't think I'll simply sit idle for this." He declared solemnly, turning his gaze onto the group. But somewhere in that steely face, he threw a concerned glance at Matilda.

[Powder Miner]

Alexander smiles, and moves next to Anja.
:"I look forward to your protection, then."

[Sirus]

Gregor listened carefully to the bishop's words, then sighed and nodded.

: "Very well Mannan, you have my support. I'll join in this final battle with you."

: "However! I am not fighting for you or your father, or in Berebia's name. I'm fighting because Prixima deserves to pay for the things she's done and the lives she ruined. I'm doing this because I don't want us to be harried by her agents for the rest of our lives. And I damn well intend to come back from this alive, so if we're going to be doing the fighting I would like to ask three favors of you."

[freeformschooler]

: "THREE favors? Getting a little confident there, Gregor?"

[Sirus]

: "I'm certain that they're well within Sir Tunhausen's power to grant, or that of his retinue here. Besides, they have every reason to want to see us succeed and anything we can do to tip the odds in our favor should be worth pursuing."