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[CrimsonEon]

Alec raised his hand, but then clenched his fist and turned to the wall, leaning on it with his clenched hand over his head.
: "Damn it... This could not have gone any worse."

[SeriousConcentrate]

Leo looked at his hands. Then at his fists. Then at nothing.

"_{...Maybe I should just give it all up. I can't even comfort a heartsick friend, what hope do I have of helping a stranger? And being a priest... it's just standing between myself and Sheila and her father. I don't believe, I never did, and now the church that I wanted to believe stood for goodness is authorizing the use of such vile magics... Is part of being a saint seeing so much corruption and futility everywhere you look?}"

My healing magic is not as necessary now that Grifen knows how to use staffs and Candy has his fairy magic. I'm tired of my friends taking the brunt of the pain on my behalf.

I'll fight alongside them with what I know how to use. The Empire wants to use the darker staffs? Then I'll find some myself.

With that thought, Leo set off to find Duke Sepin.

[Haspen]

The Duke was still talking with Charles.

"Hello hello! Something on your mind?"

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Yes. Those damnable staffs the enemy priests were using... do you have any, or do you know where I can get them?"

"Those imperial bastards have gone too far. They deserve everything we can throw at them for what they've done, what they're doing."

[Haspen]

"Apologies~! But I neither dabble in magic nor traffick magical items. Magic is outside by reach. But aren't you a Dragon priest?"

[Sirus]

The nomad was shaken out of her funk when Fezz pushed her away.

: "Huh? What're you--" But the reason for the sudden move became clear a second later, and Grifen's worries seemed to melt away if only for a moment. As Fezz held her and promised that he would never turn on her, the nomad nodded to herself. The other day she had confessed to Sheila her confusion over whether she should stay with Fezz or follow her family's traditions. Now she had make her choice.

: "Heh. Somehow when ya put it that way...I believe it. Maybe we can put everything right."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"I'm wondering that myself. My brothers in Ironmill and myself... we're nothing like those scum! I feel like... such a damned naive fool. If these are the depths the church will stoop to, maybe Renault was right about them."

Leo looked at his hands again.

"Apologies. I'm finding it harder and harder to maintain my composure these days. I hope you understand; my entire world has been turned upside down over the past few months and I'm finding it rather difficult to cope with."

[Haspen]

"Well, if my birds are correct at one thing, maybe you are to blame?"

[SeriousConcentrate]

"If I had known back then that taking that escort mission would lead to all of this, I would have turned her down. But even so. The church is supposed to forbid that type of magic, and now they're throwing it in our faces. We should show them why it was forbidden in the first place; if they're not going to obey their own rules then neither should we constrain ourselves to them."

[Haspen]

"Oh, but I meant only one incident on Kretos. My birds however weren't able to find out why you have decided on killing Eul!" He clapped his hands several times.

"How about you tell me, hmmmm?"

[Powder Miner]

Efa looked briefly up at the old man before returning her head glumly to her arms.
:"Y-yeah, sure..."

[Tiruin]

Cyra was busy listening in on most conversations--being in the background at just enough distance to be able to pick out certain keywords from some, and from others certain ideas--it was a staple labor of a mercenary, standing around and providing the ambience of security while assuring the rest that they don't have to be the ones being silent, as far as she thought anyway.

She recounted the months past, and reflected on how close-knit this group was, compared to most others she had to bear with as a soldier of fortune. While the pay was...moderate and fair, she felt a kindling spirit with these folk. There was sincerity with them, and many forces seemed to be 'interfering with their lives', or so she remembered how insight spoke to her at times: Metaphorically.
They were rebels, as far as she had known. Rebels with much more distinction than how the books portrayed them.

The mercenary looked around and spotted Ciera leaving, having an unpalpable aura of gloom and an outward projection of...aversion, or so her interpretations felt. Looking back, Cyra tried to recall anything that would sate that feeling. She could really understand the feelings Ciera was going through, especially driven by her words.

Looking at the others' expressions, she decided to chance a visit.

Cyra to Outside-Ciera's Room; Knock on Door.


((I am totally re-reading FEF2 because of all this lore and inbetween story things. It's like spotting an easter egg of Napoleonic conquest in the Battle of Normandy. It is much fun.))

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Because... I had made a promise to Matilda's father to keep her safe. At the time, keeping my vows seemed important. And, well, I seem to be the leader, they look to me to guide them. When I took Matilda's side... for better or worse, they chose to back my decision."

"That's really all there is to it. I apologize if that explanation isn't what you wanted to hear."

[birdy51]

Miguel closed his eyes and remained silent for a good minute.  Once the minute was up, he looked at Efa and began to speak.

: "Talk to me about Morwen."

[Haspen]

"You started a civil war over a promise! How noble! How brave! And quite a company you have if they followed you willingly into such a hellfire. Pity it wasn't one of the scoundrels like Aserbaena or General von Vaughn. People wouldn't mourn them, but alas. Fate decided it would be the humble and noble Eul instead." Charles coughed as to break the awkward monologue of the Duke who's voice only grew more and more excited... agitated... something like that.

"Ah yes, yes, yes... Charles is right. I shouldn't burden actual state of the Empire on a single mercenary, but their employer instead. Well, it happened. Nothing we can do about it!" He clapped his hands in ecstatic gesture.