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[scapheap]

"Wait- so you're just going to switch sides, just like that?"

:"It a choice of very unpleasant and very dead men vs the first civilized conversation I had for two years that wasn't Rhett. Not that much of a brainteaser."

[SeriousConcentrate]

Foster started rubbing his forehead when Adelaide pulled out the parchment.

"I thought we had a talk about that? Ah, well. It doesn't matter. Miss Clair, as it so happens I've been looking to expand my group's ranks since I'm going to be retiring, so to speak. Or at least, no longer doing fieldwork and instead handling gathering contracts and so forth for our mercenary unit. I'll give you a trial period, same as everyone looking to become a Dog."
Also,

Ralai heals 13 HP!

Adelaide bonked the Alcodian with her staff a third time during the conversation... probably by accident.

Hit: 113-14=99; 31.
Crit: 3-2=1; 8.
Damage: 14-2=12 damage dealt.

Nathara bent fire to her will once more and gave the thief a slightly premature cremation.

Spoiler: HP (click to show/hide)

Foster: 42/42, regens 14/turn
Tyrone: 4/16
Adelaide: 15/15
Elian: 9/16
Nathara: 17/17
Ralai: 7/18
Clair: 20/20

Mallerican Male: 20/20
Bandit Thief D: 20/20
Bandit Thief E: 20/20
Bandit Thief F: -9/20

[Taricus]

No acton this turn.

[scapheap]

Foster started rubbing his forehead when Adelaide pulled out the parchment.

"I thought we had a talk about that? Ah, well. It doesn't matter. Miss Clair, as it so happens I've been looking to expand my group's ranks since I'm going to be retiring, so to speak. Or at least, no longer doing fieldwork and instead handling gathering contracts and so forth for our mercenary unit. I'll give you a trial period, same as everyone looking to become a Dog."

:"Sound fair, at least fairer then the offers I got in the past."

[Gamerboy4life]

Elian regarded the bandit coldly, tossing her axe back. "Take it back, then, and prove that you're so willing to switch sides."




Elian moves to 5,H and sticks the pointy end of his sword into the thief

[ragnarok97071]

Move: Down 3 squares, Left 1 square, Up 2 squares. Use Lance on Man.

[SeriousConcentrate]

Hit: 111-13=98; 76.
Crit: 13-2=11; 7!
Damage: 8+2-3=7*3=21 damage dealt.

Elian calmly walked up to the thief, who attacked him. With little difficulty the Dog parried, disarmed him at the elbow, and cut his throat with a spinning slash before kicking his carcass to the ground.

(Note: Just realized Nathara killed Thief F. Want to change action, Ragnarok?)

Spoiler: HP (click to show/hide)

Foster: 42/42, regens 14/turn
Tyrone: 4/16
Adelaide: 15/15
Elian: 9/16
Nathara: 17/17
Ralai: 7/18
Clair: 20/20

Mallerican Male: 20/20
Bandit Thief D: 20/20
Bandit Thief E: -1/20

[Dwarmin]

:"It a choice of very unpleasant and very dead men vs the first civilized conversation I had for two years that wasn't Rhett. Not that much of a brainteaser."
[/quote]

Something pinged in the usually empty air of Adelaide's mind. She spoke to Clair.

"Huh, what a coincidence! I also know a Rhett...this man hasn't ever had to flyte with you, has he?" She said, raising an eyebrow in a suspicious manner.

[scapheap]

:"If you mean a battle of wits, yes, a lot."

[Dwarmin]

:"If you mean a battle of wits, yes, a lot."

"Ooh, I should have known he was flyting around with other women...

Let's go knock some sense into him! He owes me a rematch!"

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Flyte... As far as I was aware it was some form of Mallerican rhyming contest. Is it also a euphimism?"

[Dwarmin]

"Flyte... As far as I was aware it was some form of Mallerican rhyming contest. Is it also a euphemism?"

"Not in this case, no!

But, in Kernicia, Flyting is more of a poetic term-we call it 'Proelio' in the old tongue-considered of extremely opposites persons meeting on the field of wits and becoming friends through adversity-like the great heroes Enrio Calbrand and Maesta Illaria, who flyted for seven days and nights on the hills of the Quabbindoor-only calling a draw, when they were finally out of breath. Later, they fell in love! That's how all good stories end..." She said with a wistful sigh, stars glimmering in her youthful eyes despite the time of day.

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Ah, I see. Are you planning to flyte this Rhett fellow for seven days and nights?"

Foster's tone was teasing.

"Even I can't talk that long, truth be told."

[Dwarmin]

"Ah, I see. Are you planning to flyte this Rhett fellow for seven days and nights?"

Foster's tone was teasing.

"Even I can't talk that long, truth be told."

"A nice flyting usually only takes an hour or so. Or four hours, if it's really good.

Not that I'd be one to impugn your heroic endurance, Mr. Foster."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"So it was a euphemism. You're not pulling the wool over my eyes, Lady Sai."

Foster grinned and pushed his hair back.