You rub your eyes, realizing that maybe spending so much time listening to Quidel's history lesson wasn't such a good idea. He seems to have appreciated it greatly however, judging by the note.

At the very least you woke up before Yvette would've been tempted to scream at you aswell, and you prepare for your march towards the capital.

You leave the tent, and before long everyone is assembled and prepared to begin the long trip towards Rakche. Natalie steps towards you, and you both exchange a "good morning."

She asks "Did you sleep well?", and though her expression and voice seem to lack concern as per usual, you figure she must have noticed your groggier-than-usual nature and wanted to make sure you're okay.


>A. I'll live.
>B. Not really...
>C. Yeah, perfectly fine!
>D. Write-in

>>41308107
>A. I'll live.

>>41308107
>A. I'll live.

>>41308124
"I'll live," you say with resignation.

"Breakfast starts in... Ten minutes or so, and after that Yvette is probably going to push for us to get a move on."

Forsaking any sort of typical morning routine, you simply join Natalie in heading for a large, very central tent, inside of which most guard-wide meetings are held, including meals.

As an aside, how do you normally eat?

>A. Voraciously. You'll eat anything and everything.
>B. You have a strong preference for fruits, vegetables and the like.
>C. Your eating habits aren't really anything noteworthy.
>D. You could definitely stand to put more away.

>>41308550
>E. You have a strong preference for MEAT, but will eat anything and everything.

>>41308760
Changing my vote >>41308570
To this

>>41308760
>>41308779
You weren't raised to be a picky eater. Training under Gorman kicked any possibility of that to the curb for yourself and Lambert, as part of your missing mentor's general philosophy of living a balanced, strong lifestyle. Of course, "balanced and strong" translates into piling on as much meat as you're allowed whenever the opportunity arrives.

Coupled with sometimes forgetting to eat when not reminded to, you'd probably suck down a Wyvern's worth of soup if the broth was toxic when you're hungry enough. You also eat with the ravenousness of a horde of monsters.

Natalie doesn't really acknowledge this from next to you, but from another table Robert chortles and exclaims, "hey, the beast is feeding!"

The only people to look are an exasperated-looking Jay (whose gaze soon shifts towards Robert with displeasure), a challenged-looking Cheryl (with a similarly disproportionately large amount of food), Yvette, who quickly shoots a glare of her own at Robert, and Stefyn, who's barely picked at his own meal.

>A. Terrify Stefyn.
>B. Look Cheryl in the eyes.
>C. Ignore all of them. You have food to be eating.
>D. Look around the rest of the tent.

>>41308928
>A. Terrify Stefyn.
Fuck him

>>41308928
>A. Terrify Stefyn.
>By taking a large bite of a piece of meat while you stare unblinkingly at him
We get to eat AND hate the fucker

>>41309101
>Mfw we have sharp as fuck teeth because TRAINING
Is it bad i want this?

>>41308928
>A. Terrify Stefyn.

>>41308952
>>41309101
You put on a little show for your least favorite living person by staring him down, sharp teeth biting through the biggest piece of meat still standing on your plate.

It's a bit juicy.

Stefyn takes his food and leaves the tent. Mitchell looks disapprovingly in your general direction before doing the same.

>A. Talk to Natalie
>B. Look around the tent
>C. Finish your food without further incident

>>41309311
>A. Talk to Natalie

>>41309323
After that, you talk to Natalie. Her immediate reaction to your most recent action is rather predictable for her, but you don't imagine she actually holds it against you.

As soon as you've choked down your food, the conversation begins, Nat not rushing to swallow everything in front of her like yourself.

>A. Talk about the food (specify opinion)
>B. Talk about another party member (specify character and what about them)
>C. Talk about your futures
>D. Write-in

>>41309630
>C. Talk about your futures

>>41309638
"So what're you going to do after we get to Rakche?"

Natalie doesn't respond for a little bit, finally answering with, "I'm not certain what I'd like to do with my life, but... If it means helping any of you when you're hurt, I. Will probably try to stay with the personal guard."

There's a moment of silence. She's probably still shaken about her staves being insufficient to help Lambert mere days ago.

"Sigh," she actually says out loud in place of sighing, "so I suppose the easiest answer is 'whatever you end up doing.'"

>A. Change the subject (specify)
>B. End the conversation here
>C. Write-in?

>>41309909
>I'm going to try and become a general, Was mine and Lambert's dream afterall......

>>41309909
>B. End the conversation here
lets stop padding this out

>>41309909
>B. End the conversation here

>>41309942
I get the Joke, but I think we'd fit better as a Hero

>>41310209
Yeah we can be the class hero but be a general in the army

Anyways he rolled already and the first won so whatever

>>41310322
Since the posts were gonna be the same beyond a small part at the beginning anyway, I just decided to bow to the second guy's appearance in this case.

>>41310464
Oh come on! You already rolled for it!

>>41309942
After breakfast the entire camp is packed away, people's extras stored in supply convoys.

Garrus speaks to the camp as they're about to depart. "Well, it's a bit of a long trip, so don't feel bad if you get fatigued on the way through."

Yvette, on the other hand, is stern, telling everyone able to fight that, in no uncertain terms, they must be ever-vigilant even with the bandits that terrorized Tarvos valley eliminated. That if they can't handle the possibility of attack at ANY moment in ANY place, they aren't fit to protect the prince.

Garrus gets a bit flustered, but doesn't have any real response to Yvette's own words. Robert makes a sound resembling a whipcrack, but luckily for his sake, all he suffers for it is another pair of nasty looks from his friend and the paladin.

>A. Heed Yvette's words, gazing at everything you pass in the valley with vigilance.
>B. You're in Tarvos valley and the Johalva are gone. This is the safest time to be traveling with Neir royalty. Take some time to talk to people.
>C. Write-in

>>41310508
>A. Heed Yvette's words, gazing at everything you pass in the valley with vigilance.

As if we'd slack when filthy fucking bandits could be about.

>>41310508
>A. Heed Yvette's words, gazing at everything you pass in the valley with vigilance.

>>41310534
>>41310567
Yvette is right. You have to keep your eyes peeled for anything and everything if you hope to become part of the personal guard.

However, your sleep-deprived mind has a bit of trouble actually focusing, so instead you wind up spending much of your time just stopping and staring at one particular piece of foliage or another.

Eventually, however, you think this pays off, noticing a lone figure standing off in the distance. They are obscured by very plain-looking robes.

>A. Approach them yourself
>B. Inform one of the actual knights (specification allowed but not required)
>C. Ignore it. Sometimes people just stand around in valleys.

>>41311010
>A. Approach them yourself
Inform one of the knights that you're investigating a figure. Don't matter which, just don't walk off without altering the rest of the group as to what you're doing.

>>41311010
>>B. Inform one of the actual knights (specification allowed but not required)

Uh... Uh... whoever is closest to us?

>>41311010
>A. Approach them yourself
With our sword near resting on our handle however

>>41311038
>>41311061
You find the nearest knight to tell about this, who turns out to be Quidel. You tell him you're just going to walk over there and check it out.

"Alright," he says, "but be careful. There are many things in this world that no one can expect. I'll be watching you just in case."

You nod and walk towards the robed figure, resting your hand on your sword's handle just in case the worst should come.

"Um, excuse me," the figure is unresponsive and turned away from you.

>A. Get closer
>B. Keep trying to talk to them from here
>C. Get close enough to try to tap them to gain their attention
>D. Turn back
>E. Write-in

>>41311383
>A. Get closer
>B. Keep trying to talk to them from here
>Be wary, Have your hand on your sword just incase

>>41311010
>B. Inform one of the actual knights (specification allowed but not required)
Whomever is closest, in state we're in it's probably for the best if we can avoid fight if we can afford it.

>>41311402
This

>>41311383
>A. Get closer
Keep trying to talk.

>>41311402
>>41311444
>>41311471
"Ahem?"

You draw closer still, close enough to see that the figure appears to be making several signs with their hands and fingers. Strands of blond hair are visible peeking out from the figure's hood at this range.

You feel weaker, physically drained as you get closer to this person. You clutch your sword's handle tighter.

>A. Try to attack them
>B. Tap on their shoulder. Perhaps they literally can't hear.
>C. Turn back

>>41311733
>C. Turn back

>>41311733
>B. Tap on their shoulder. Perhaps they literally can't hear.

Are we aware that sign language is a thing?

>>41311733
>B. Tap on their shoulder. Perhaps they literally can't hear.

>>41311792
Yes, but Ellen never personally learned it.

>>41311833
Whoops, that is a post without a trip.

>>41311733
If >>41311833 is the case then
>B. Tap on their shoulder. Perhaps they literally can't hear. (but keep on guard, we shouldn't feel weaker so it's possible it's some sort of spell or curse)

>>41311792
>>41311815
>>41311940
Right, they're probably just signing something and legitimately COULDN'T notice you speak without a sense of hearing. You have no way of knowing what they're saying, though.

This person is clearly related to something that physically weakens you the closer you get to them, and you keep this in mind, still clutching your sword's handle just in case, and tap them on the shoulder.

Upon your touch, however, the figure jumps up in surprise and turns around. By then, however, your proximity to this person has culminated in you collapsing in front of them, lying on the ground after your free hand quickly gave out. You feel increasingly short of breath.

They vanish in a bright flash. You presume they signed some other spell to become scarce.

You can feel your energy start to return and breathe heavily, clutching the grass.

>A. Try to get back up immediately
>B. Take a moment to regain your wind
>C. Write-in

>>41312101
>B. Take a moment to regain your wind

>>41312101
>A. Try to get back up immediately

>>41312101
>B. Take a moment to regain your wind
But get up as soon as you feel like you're getting even more tired just by lying down.

>>41312125
>>41312198
You catch your breath on the grass below you, getting up once you feel you've regained enough strength to keep walking.

As soon as you've gotten up, however, you're greeted with a terrifying sight.

It looks somewhat like a wyvern, or at least what you've heard a wyvern should look like, but... much of its face is outright missing, and what's there is covered in rotting scales.

Connecting its head to a similarly-decaying body is a malformed neck, under which gray, rotten viscera are visible in some spots.

The body itself is also very patchy. The creature has four legs and a tail, but one of the frontmost legs is a spindly, flimsy excuse for a limb.

The creature's tail is long and bony.

Most pressingly, however, the smell of rotting corpses fills the air as the creature takes a pained breath. Some sort of magical aura fills its incomplete mouth.

>A. Try to leap out of the way
>B. Try to attack it (specify where or Ellen will just attack aimlessly and generally)
>C. Stare, frozen in awe and fear
>D. Write-in

>>41312546
>B. Try to attack it (specify where or Ellen will just attack aimlessly and generally)
Fuck it stab it in the face!

Alternatively I'm also fine with
>C. Stare, frozen in awe and fear

>>41312546
>Try to approach it slowly and see if it's hostile. If it is, then jump out of the way.

>>41312597
Second

>>41312597
it's clearly about to pull out some kinda undead fire breath on us. how do you know we'll have a chance to dodge if we gawk now?
>>41312546
>A. Try to leap out of the way

>>41312597
It's charging it's attack. Let's put it in a way you might get sooner

"A damaged cannon is leveled at your face, it starts to charge to fire," you just opted to walk towards the barrel juuust in case.

>>41312546
>>41312572 This is me swapping to

>A. Try to leap out of the way

>>41312546
>A. Try to leap out of the way

>>41312712
Who knows if it's charging its attack or is just having a "Silence" status?

>>41312689
>>41312729
>>41312733
It's easy to tell that it would mean trouble if you were caught in this thing's breath, most likely death. Thus, you leap out of the way immediately.

It unleashes some sort of controlled, dark cloud with the intensity of a geyser, and the particular section of grass you were laying on mere moments ago curls and dies.

You briefly wonder why Quidel hasn't done anything about any of this.

>A. Attack it!
>B. Get back to the others!

>>41313009
>B. Get back to the others!
There's a fine line between bravery and stupidity.

>>41313009
>B. Get back to the others!
Tactical retreat, We need the others to handle this thing, Probably should kite it around for the ranged units to deal with it

>>41313009
>Run you're just a villager! You shouldn't have ever taken up a sword!

>>41313094
Fuck off

>>41313160
No.

>>41313009
>B. Get back to the others!

>>41313225
It's obvious you're trolling, Ellen doesn't act like that at all and she isn't a coward

>>41313094
But trainee classes always wind up being the best units...

>>41313275
He's being a troll, Report and ignore

>>41313253
Lots of people are cowards when facing down undead dragons.

>>41313275
They always start off shit and need the most babying. I think we're shooting for mercenary at the moment but I'm not sure how he's going to handle re-classing once get get high enough.

>>41313326
Yeah Ellen has proven not to be a coward though

>>41313348
In the face of mortal men.

Dragons and the undead are totally different things. Especially when combined.

I was being overly dramatic and wanted to vote to get the fuck away. One guy has taken it too hard. Such is the internet.

>>41313253
>>41313348
>thread 5
>concrete personality

good one

>>41313391
Then just vote to run away next time

>>41313445
I'll vote whatever I want, however I want it. If the QM takes it as one thing or ignores it that's his business.

>>41313040
>>41313079
>>41313245

You immediately turn tail and speed back to the group, only to find a pretty effective answer for why Quidel wasn't helping you.

Three more of those things, each in various states of decay and none of whom looking complete, are attacking the rest of the party from various sides. One, which has no functional legs and whose leg-bones are all snapped, presumably from the pressure of standing on them, has a fully-functional pair of wings. Stefyn, Quidel, Mitchell, and Cheryl are giving that one special attention.

One with fully-formed legs and an apparent inability to use the others' breath attack is doing battle with Biff, Byron, Robert, and Jay.

One is very bulky, with legs that can only support it enough for the slowest of movements. However, the rest of it seems fully-formed. The farmhand (wielding a steel lance), Garrus, and Yvette are facing that one, with Natalie closer to it than any of the other four.

>A. Help face the flying one.
>B. Help face the breathless one.
>C. Help face the bulky one.
>D. Try to handle the one that's after you before it gets to the others.

>>41313645
>C. Help face the bulky one.

>>41313645
>D. Try to handle the one that's after you before it gets to the others.
They've got their hands full. Clearly we need to clean our own plate.

>>41313645
>D. Try to handle the one that's after you before it gets to the others.
remember people like the old farmer who probably can't fight

>>41313645
>D. Try to handle the one that's after you before it gets to the others.

>>41313645
>D. Try to handle the one that's after you before it gets to the others.

>>41313775
>>41313815
>>41313822
>>41313824
The rest of the group is clearly busy with dragons of their own, but you can't leave this one to its own devices.

You turn around and face it, drawing your sword.

It lifts up its more complete front leg as though to swipe at you with a wretched clawed foot.

>A. Attack! (specify where)
>B. Strike the foot as it comes down towards you.
>C. Get out of the way.
>D. Write-in.

>>41314028
>B. Strike the foot as it comes down towards you.
>Strike while dodging

>>41314028
>A. Attack! (specify where)

The flimsy front leg. If it breaks it'll topple.

>>41314075
seconded

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>>41314075
>>41314113

Trusting your allies to handle the other monstrosities, you dedicate all of your focus for the moment towards the dragon in front of you, and easily avoid the dracozombie's attack.

You then head towards its highly incomplete leg, nearly completely destroying it with a single strike of your sword. The undead beast yells in some horrible mockery of pain, losing its balance and stumbling for a moment.

This gives you a moment, which you use to...


>A. Press the advantage and attack! (specify where)
>B. Run further away from group.
>C. Try and take a quick look at how your companions are faring.
>D. Write-in

>>41314331
>A. Press the advantage and attack! (specify where)
>malformed neck

Remove the head!

>>41314356
Second

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>>41314331
Oops. dropped my trip. My b.

>>41314356
thirded

Not wanting to take chances with this beast, you immediately attack from the side, attempting to behead it in one swift motion.

It doesn't work.

You attack the creature's neck, and for a moment you believe you'll have no hard time beheading it, but are surprised when it suddenly stops roughly halfway through. The creature makes another horrifying noise before beginning to topple over. This attack in addition to its missing leg must have been enough to make it lose all its balance.

You attempt to simply pull your sword out and try again, but find that its rather wedged in there, and would require a lot more force to pull out. Meanwhile, the creature manages to slowly turn its head towards you, and begins to open its mouth.


>A. Push it the rest of the way through!
>B. Use all your might and try to pull it out!
>C. Leave the sword and get away from this thing!
>D. Write-in

>>41314646
>A. Push it the rest of the way through!

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>>41314356
>>41314374
>>41314554

Obviously it was unanimous, but just in case here are the votes that were used.

Which I forgot to put in the post.

>>41314646
>>A. Push it the rest of the way through!

>B. Use all your might and try to pull it out!

>>41314646
>A. Push it the rest of the way through!
This sounds like an innuendo.

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>>41314823

>>41314823
I'm sorry anon but we don't have a dick since we're female

>>41314844
Well, there's always pegging.

>>41314856
Don't think dildo's or strapons have been invented yet anon

>>41314646
>>A. Push it the rest of the way through!

>>41314844
Well.. we are playing with our sword.

>>41314889
Greeks had them bronze age. So they probably have.

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>>41314831

>>41314889
The earliest known sex toys were from the late stone age.

>>41314892
Horny fuckers....

>>41314674
>>41314766
>>41314823
You put forth as much of your strength as you can summon, confident that you can push your sword all the way through this thing before it charges up another shot of its ungodly breath.

You only realize what the lack of a magical aura around its mouth means for what it planned to do with its open mouth when its gross excuses for fangs sink into your unoccupied arm. It wasn't trying to use its breath on you at all.

Even in its weakened state, you can feel your relatively light armor struggling to hold against this creature's powerful jawbones.

You feel that some progress has been made in fully severing this creature's head.

>A. Keep pushing until you finish the job!
>B. Try to get out of there before the thing gets through your armor and bites your arm off!
>C. Write-in

>>41314990
>A. Keep pushing until you finish the job!

>>41314990
>B. Try to get out of there before the thing gets through your armor and bites your arm off!
let's not be stupid guys

>>41314990
>A. Keep pushing until you finish the job!
>>41315099
We won't be able to get out and it will bite our arm off, It's neck is barely hanging on anymore

>>41315117
I guess so. we're really in a situation where we've kinda fucked ourselves, since "ineffectual retreat" and "keep attacking like an idiot" are our non-write in options
that being said I think I'd rather this thing be deader if we're gonna get hurt anyway
changing >>41315099 to
>A. Keep pushing until you finish the job!

>>41314990
>A. Keep pushing until you finish the job!

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>>41314897

>>41315287
>>41315238
>>41315117
>>41315047
You don't think you'd be able to pull your arm out in time, so you focus all of your strength into pushing your sword through the monster's neck.

Pretty much all of the tension against your sword hand dissipates as you finish the job, immediately and successfully jerking your trapped arm out of the undead maw.

The beast doesn't move again.

You take a moment to sigh in relief as you look at the bloody, closed mouth of the-

Wait, bloody? Closed?

You examine at your recently-freed hand, discovering yourself to have been liberated not only of the creature's jaw, but of your right hand's ring and pinky fingers.

>A. Check on the others
>B. Pass out.

>>41315575
>C. You still have the most important finger. Flip the dragon off.

>>41315575
>A. Check on the others

>>41315575
>Attempt to find fingers!

Right hand missing fingers? Good fucking bye swords wielding.

>>41315575
Atleast we have the thumb and two other fingers, We can hold another sword or a shield still
>>41315610
We're a lefty you know that right?

>>41315575
>>A. Check on the others

Don't let us down adrenaline.

>>41315596
This.

>>41315619
Okay well either way disfigurement is awful.

>>41315635
It fucking happens, People lost their fingers all the time in war and still were allowed to fight if they had the thumb and two other fingers

>>41315656
That pinky though. We can't grip shit as tight now that we're without it. D:

>>41315656
Yeah it'll just be harder to do complex tasks due to missing fingers. I'd rather have all of them if possible.

>>41315693
We'll i'm sure we can find a healer who can heal it/Get new ones and get them attached or get prosthetic ones, Albeit probably bad prosthetic ones

>>41315596
>>41315634
>>41315602
>>41315624
You steel yourself now, deciding to head back to the others and see if they need help immediately.

Well, almost immediately. Some juvenile urge in your brain convinces you to stick a particular remaining finger up at the felled lich.

Then you head back as fast as you possibly can, putting literally all of your focus on the fights before you.

You briefly catch sight of Quidel and Mitchell chasing after the flying one, which looks like it's sustained a lot of damage from their arrows. Cheryl is shouting "DEATH FROM ABOOOOOVE" to distract it whenever it tries to aim its breath towards the ground, occasionally poking at it with her lance.

The breathless one is having circles run around it by both dynamic duos, and will most likely be dead(er) soon.

The bulky, slow-moving one, however, is causing troubles all of its own. You can make out the form of Yvette lying on the ground, struggling to push herself up. The farmhand is on its back, desperately trying to pull his lance out of its neck. It shakes him off, sending him flying and hitting the ground. Garrus stands between it and Natalie, who is perpetually waving her staff at Yvette's form. You can't see the expression on his face, but he appears to be shaking (or the blood loss has left your vision shaky. Maybe both), wielding his Regal Axe and refusing to let the monster through.

>A. Rush in and attack it
>B. Try to distract it so Garrus can kill it

>>41315947
>A. Rush in and attack it

>>41315947
>A. Rush in and attack it

>>41315947
>A. Rush in and attack it

>>41315947
>B. Try to distract it so Garrus can kill it

>>41315999
>>41316038
>>41316092
You're only able to stay active by holding onto one thing: making certain that, whatever these things are, they cannot harm anyone else. With zero regard to safety or strategy, you rush to the prince's aid, swinging your sword in a crazed frenzy as you get closer to the thing.

Garrus can hardly contain his surprise at your appearance, "E-Ellen! What are you-"

>A. Ignore all distractions. Keep attacking the bulky Dracozombie
>B. Tell him to use his axe on a weak spot in the monster's neck.
>C. Tell him to get Yvette and Natalie out of here

>>41316260
>B. Tell him to use his axe on a weak spot in the monster's neck.

>>41316260
>C. Tell him to get Yvette and Natalie out of here
We already lost one of our friends, NOT AGAIN!
>Keep choping

>>41316260
>C. Tell him to get Yvette and Natalie out of here

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>>41316260
>>B. Tell him to use his axe on a weak spot in the monster's neck.

Gotta attack it's weak point to cause it massive damage.

>>41316260
>B. Tell him to use his axe on a weak spot in the monster's neck.

Quest dead?

>>41316290
>>41316364
>>41316418
"Look! For! A! Weak! Spot! In! Its! Neck!" Every word is punctuated by another quick slash into the bulky beast.

Garrus gulps, "r-right!"

You don't even acknowledge the fact that the Dracozombie's mouth has begun to take on a sort of familiar magical aura, its attention focused directly on you.

Someone (who your pain and adrenaline-addled mind doesn't care enough to consciously identify in the heat of the moment) tackles you out of the way instants before the breath brings about a terrible fate, and as you fall to the ground on your back, your vision and consciousness begin to fade.

You can make out the figure of Garrus leaping up and swinging his axe, beheading the bulky dragon, and the mockeries of pained sounds of the other two, before you lose any last fleeting ability to remain conscious.

You awaken to an unfamiliar ceiling. Two figures, whose visages you can't quite make out, stand at the edge of wherever you're lying.

"Oh, joyous occasion, she's finally awoken!"

"Keep your voice down. Other people are still trying not to die here."

The voice coming from the left, whose figure is shorter than the other's, gets closer along with its owner, "everyone was worried you wouldn't wake again, but I always knew!"

>A. Punch the owner of the voice.
>B. Try to sit up.
>C. Say something (specify)

>>41316720
>A. Punch the owner of the voice.
>Lemme sleep for ten more minutes Gorman.......

>>41316720
>Take a moment to try to clear your vision, rub your eyes.
>Realize your fingers are missing.

>>41316760
Seconding

>>41316747
Second

I like both options. I'm a happy camper.

>>41316747
This first then>>41316760
? Best of both worlds

>>41316852
I'm >>41316760
Totally cool with that.

>>41316852
I'm>>41316747
And that works for me

>>41316720
>> "...Other people are still trying not to die here."

>>C. Say something (specify)
"Who are those other people?"

>>41316747
>>41316760
You immediately find yourself throwing your fist in the general direction of the left voice's face.

He covers his face, making muffled pain noises. The taller, rightmost figure sighs.

Somewhere to your right, a familiar monotone voice states, "you've got to stop meeting like this."

Trying to readjust to being awake, you rub your eyes... Noticing that your right hand is missing two fingers.

When you put your hands back away, you sit up and get a good look at the people in the room.

Biff is the one clutching his face in pain, Byron next to him. To your right, Natalie is sitting. In a truly uncommon sight, she's... smiling.

Figuring you have some questions, Byron speaks to you while Biff says something about staves to Nat.

"You've been unconscious for nearly a week since those stunts back in Tarvos Valley. Even with an undeveloped Dracozombie, taking one on yourself is tantamount to suicide. Then to rush right into one right after?"

Everything comes back to you at once. The deaf signing sorcerer, the dragons, losing your fingers to one.

"...we're all absolutely relieved and happy you're alive, but what were you thinking?"

>A. I wasn't going to let them hurt anyone else.
>B. I... I wasn't.
>C. I'm hungry.

>>41317049
Hey Octo, Can you say when you'' be writing and what vote won please? It really helps us anons when you do
>C. I'm hungry.
>Stomach growl

>>41317049
>C. I'm hungry.
Nat bring me food!

Biff.. what happened to your face?

Who else is hurt!?

>>41317068
Second, Also agreeing with the writing point

>>41317068
>>41317155
I'll try to remember that. It's easier to pull off when both myself and Grandflaw are active, for obvious reasons.

>>41317182
Mkay, Thanks mate!
We totally leveled up for that right?

>>41317199
Absolutely. Working on the reply now.

>>41317199
I wouldn't be surprised if we got several.

>>41317199
Villager takes out two risen dragons? Fuck yeah levels!

>>41317068
>>41317077
>>41317155
"I was thinking... I'm kind of hungry."

Byron sighs, knowing you know that's not what he meant, but unable to help but grin despite himself.

"Biff, so long as you and Natalie are going to heal your most recent facial injury, could you find some food for Ellen here?"

"Rrght aw'y," Biff says before grabbing his face again. Natalie gets up, pats his back reassuringly, and the pair walks out of the room.

"Was anyone else hurt? I-I remember Yvette, and that farmhand, and-"

"Both Reese and Lady Yvette are made of quite strong... stuff. Yvette's not as much the pinnacle of health after that, but she is already still kicking. The other one made a full recovery as well."

"But... earlier you mentioned something about other people trying not to die."

"Well, you are in a hospital."

Oh. You feel like you should've pieced that together sooner.

>A. Did I miss anything?
>B. There is something I'm still wondering...
>C. Write-in

>>41317333
>A. Did I miss anything?
>B. There is something I'm still wondering...

>>41317333
>A. Did I miss anything?
>B. There is something I'm still wondering...
Anyone see that deaf mage?

Aand starting the reply. Should be obvious what won.

>>41317354
>>41317369
TIME UP, probably.

>>41317502
Yup it was a pretty damn close vote though!

>>41317354
>>41317369
"I am still wondering something... Well, a few things. First off, that... deaf sorcerer... Necromancer?"

"Only you and Quidel saw him, and him only from afar. In fact, I'm certain that King Drasma and Lady Yvette would both love to hear about it in detail when you're feeling well enough."

You nod.

"And your next question?"

A look of uncertainty washes over your face, "who tackled me out of the way of the breath of the... Dracozombie, that's what it was called?"

He nods before responding, "I wish I could tell you, but I wasn't exactly watching at that time. Biff and I had our own Dracozombie to help take down."

You ask him what you've missed while you've been out.

"Well, we reached Rakche a couple days after the Dracozombie attack. It's said King Drasma was pleased to hear that the Johalva were eliminated, but also troubled by... you know."

You nod.

"Aside from that, our respective friends have apparently entered into the realm of courtship in the time since we've arrived in town. I just found out this morning."

You blink. "So you're saying that... Biff and Natalie are..."

Byron nods. "I sincerely hope he doesn't somehow ruin it."

>A. You're happy for them
>B. You don't know what to think about that
>C. What's this about King Drasma?
>D. When can I leave?
>E. Write-in

>>41317667
>A. You're happy for them
>D. When can I leave?

>>41317667
A

>>41317738
>>41317771
And consider the votes locked in.

>>41317828
You feel happy for Biff and Nat, but that's really all there is to say on the matter. You ask Byron when you can leave.

"They'll likely just need to determine that you're able to go about on your own. It should be able to be wrapped up before the end of the day."

A short while later, Biff (nose newly unbroken) and Natalie (carrying a decent amount of food) return, and mere hours later you're out of the hospital. Apparently sometimes you may experience phantom pains in your no-longer-present fingers, but that's hardly a big deal.

Byron offers to escort you to the royal castle. Apparently, your audience with King Drasma was to take place "as soon as you were out of the hospital," considering the potential urgency of the information involved.

>>41317932
Shit, hit post too early.

>To be continued next thread.

As always, follow on twitter @qmgrandflocto for update information and whatnot. I'll be sticking around as long as I'm wanted to answer questions/clarify things.

>>41317947
Thanks for running dude.

>>41317962
Thanks for playing.

>>41317947
Thanks for runnin, Seeya next time!