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[freeformschooler]

11,12

[Sirus]

(20,11)

[Xanmyral]

Fezz isn't sure why, but for some reason he feels a great yet odd sense of loss. It may have something to do with that loud crumbling masonry sound which just can't be, that couldn't be it. Nope. No, unthinkable even! Why, he had asked his allies to relent in their vagrant destruction of priceless, IRREPLACEABLE historical artifacts. Surely must of just been... Some animal. yeah.
--pleasedon'tbedestroyedpleasedon'tbedestro--

He rushes off to (17,6)

[Powder Miner]

20, 13

[birdy51]

Miguel gazes into the nothing pit, mesmerized by it's depths. Such glorious oblivion!

[Swordstar]

21-15, drop Alec on 21-14

"There ya go Alec!"

[CrimsonEon]

: "Thank you kindly, Fly Girl."
Alec mussed Ciera's hair before sliding off her pegasus and dusted himself off before looking over to the rubble, with Miguel standing in front of a new hole in the wall.
: "Y'know, I would avoid causing even more property damage. If not for the place's historical value, then for not disturbing the monsters that are kind of clearly infesting this place."

[Blade Master Model 42]

"Wait, Miguel, that was you? Fezz asked us not to break any more of the walls!"

[Tiruin]

20-14, backup and check on Miguel

[birdy51]

Miguel responded cantankerously, but all that resulted from his efforts was a plethora of arm waving. It certainly looks dramatic!

[Sirus]

: "C'mon old-timer, didn't we wreck this place enough already?"

[birdy51]

Miguel cups his hand to his ear dramatically. It would seem he can't hear you from here! Damn his selective old man hearing!

[Sirus]

Grifen "hmph"d at Miguel's poor acting ability.

: "I kinda wanna clonk that old geezer now..."

[Tiruin]

Cyra chuckled at the silliness of the rebels. She learned to love their silly antics...they reminded her of her family.

"Grifen was complimenting your strength, Miguel! We'll need it further south, what with the brambles and dead trees in the way. And these poison puddles do no good for our boots!"


She remembered the one who healed her (both her equipment too, from volatile toxins) and turned around to thank them before looking forward. The scenery was a strange sort of atmosphere--the toxins were very strange in particular.

She wondered if she would use that with her weapon, in very dire times, or capture a sample from the puddles.

[Furtuka]

17,7

"...er Fezz?"