>>1671586
>>Still in the main hall.

>>1671586
>>In your quarters.

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>>1671586
>>In the infirmary.
WELL NOW, WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE TIME!!!

>>1671586
>in Nino's quarters

>>1671586
>>In the infirmary.

>>1671586
>>In the infirmary.

All of them seem better than waking up in the chapel.

>>1671586
>In your quarters.

>>1671586
>>In the infirmary.

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>>1671586
You wake up to find yourself in the Monastery's infirmary. You're completely stripped of your armor, which is all neatly placed at the side of the room. Hovering directly over you is Solana's angelic face, seemingly perfectly framed by the rays of morning sunlight leaking through the windows. Almost as if she was Sol's Chosen.

"Ah, you're awake!" Solana smiles warmly.

It's then that it finally hits you that you are not wearing your armor, and your arms immediately scrabble for your helmet.

"Oh, my apologies, I just wanted to make certain that your wounds had completely healed." Solana explains as she hands you your helmet, which you place back on your head. "Though to be honest..."

>it's quite a shame you hide that face and body behind all that armor~.
>I can see why you decide to wear that armor all the time.

>>1671818
>>it's quite a shame you hide that face and body behind all that armor~.

>>1671818
>it's quite a shame you hide that face and body behind all that armor~.

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>>1671670
>>1671818
>>it's quite a shame you hide that face and body behind all that armor~.

>>1671818
>>it's quite a shame you hide that face and body behind all that armor~.

>>1671818
>I can see why you decide to wear that armor all the time.

>>1671818
>I can see why you decide to wear that armor all the time.

>>1671818
>it's quite a shame you hide that face and body behind all that armor~.

>>1671818
>it's quite a shame you hide that face and body behind all that armor~.

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>>1671818
>>it's quite a shame you hide that face and body behind all that armor~.

IT'S HAPPENING.

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>>1671818
"It's quite a shame you hide that face and body behind all that armor~." Solana coos, like a mother teasing her child.

You give Solana a warning glare.

"Oh, don't worry, I won't speak a word of this to the others." Solana chuckles. "The Church takes cleric-patient privacy very seriously!"

Ah, well, you suppose it's not so bad then and you start to relax.

"Though, I am rather curious." Solana smiles. "Why do you insist on wearing this bulky armor all the time? I can't imagine it ever being comfortable."

>Just something I was trained to do.
>I take my privacy very seriously.
>I suppose you can say I'm hiding from something.
>None of your business.
>Other

>>1671966
>Just something I was trained to do.

>>1671966
>Other
What are you talking about? It's AMAZINGLY comfortable.

>>1671966
>>I take my privacy very seriously.

We're not a Prince are we?

>>1671966
>I take my privacy very seriously.

>>1671966
>>1671981
this

>>1671966
>Just something I was trained to do.

They drill it into you until it's a part of you.

>>1671966
This >>1671981

>>1671966
>>Just something I was trained to do.

>>1671966
>>I suppose you can say I'm hiding from something.

>>1671966
>>>Just something I was trained to do.

>>1671966
>>Just something I was trained to do.
>>1671981
This.

>>1671966
>>I take my privacy very seriously.

>>1671966
>>Just something I was trained to do

>>1671966
>>1671981
This

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>>1671966
Okay, we've had a fairly popular write in, so we'll narrow down the votes!


>Just something I was trained to do.
>I take my privacy very seriously.
>What are you talking about? It's AMAZINGLY comfortable.

>>1672058
>>Just something I was trained to do.

>>1672058
>>What are you talking about? It's AMAZINGLY comfortable.

>>1672058
>>Just something I was trained to do.

>>1672058
>Just something I was trained to do.

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>>What are you talking about? It's AMAZINGLY comfortable.

>>1672058
>>1672058
>>Just something I was trained to do.
but
>It's AMAZINGLY comfortable.

>>1672058
>>What are you talking about? It's AMAZINGLY comfortable.

>>1672058
>I take my privacy very seriously.

>>1672058
>What are you talking about? It's AMAZINGLY comfortable.

>>1672058
>Just something I was trained to do.

>>1672058
>What are you talking about? It's AMAZINGLY comfortable

>>1672058
>What are you talking about? It's AMAZINGLY comfortable.

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>>1672058
You just give Solana a look. Obviously she's never worn a good, quality set of armor before. You grab a pillow and squish it in your hands, and then point to your armor.

"Ah, so it's more comfortable than it look?" Solana smiles. "Well, I suppose that's what I get for making assumptions."

You then look around and point at the empty bed next to you.

"Oh, the others? Well, Naru is sleeping off all that drinking she did last night, though she might be awake by now. Nino is in the library, and Morgan has been wandering the perimeter again. She seems to be a girl that values her privacy, no?"

You nod in agreement.

"As for Vally, she's left ahead of me to report our findings to the Church." Solana continues and stands up. "And on that note, I really should be heading back. I'm sure Naru should be able handle your treatment from here, though your body is highly resilient, fortunately."

You nod and make a sign of thanks to Solana as she leaves.

Well, now it was just you, lying in the infirmary bed.

>Perhaps you still need some more rest.
>See if you can find Morgan.
>Go check in on Nino.
>See if Naru is awake.
>Other

>>1672188
>Go check in on Nino.

>>1672188
>>See if you can find Morgan.

>>1672188
>>Go check in on Nino.

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>>1672188
>>See if you can find Morgan.
Probably with Romulus if he isn't in Nino's arms.

>>1672188
>See if you can find Morgan.

>>1672188
>>See if you can find Morgan.

>>1672188
>See if you can find Morgan.

>>1672188
>>See if you can find Morgan.

>>1672188
>See if you can find Morgan.
In before we forget to put the armor back on and Morgan has absolutely no idea who we are.

>>1672188
>>Go check in on Nino.

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>>1672188
You get up and quickly put your armor back on. It was time to check up on your fairly mysterious archer.

Well, if you could find her, that is.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1672299

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1672299

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1672299

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1672299
>>1672299

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>>1672299
Surprisingly enough, you find Morgan rather quickly. Naturally, she was outside of the Monastery itself, practically in the treeline. It seemed like she was... training Romulus?

No, from the way they were both moving and the big dumb smile on her face...

She was playing with him!

>Just watch silently.
>Go and greet her.
>Try and sneak up on her.
>Other

>>1672317
>>Just watch silently.

>>1672317
>Just watch silently.
staring intensifies

>>1672317
>>Just watch silently.

>>1672317
>>Just watch silently.

>>1672317
>Try and sneak up on her.

>>1672317
>Just watch silently

>>1672317
>>Just watch silently.

>>1672317
>>>Just watch silently.

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>>1672317
You just decide to stand back and watch silently as Morgan continues to play around with Romulus, letting the little yapping wolf pup to chase her around in circles before she finally throws a bone to him and stops. Romulus then pounces and begins gnawing on Morgan's boot, as if it's tiny puppy teeth could actually tear through.

Well, one day, they would. But today, it just looked rather adorable.

Morgan then finally turns around and notices that you're standing there, and she becomes as pale as her hair. Almost in the space of an eyeblink, she covers the distance between herself and you, her face having suddenly turned a shade of pink the meantime as a confused Romulus waddles over to try and catch up.

"H-h-how long have you been standing there?!" She whimpers.

>I just go there.
>Long enough.
>*Headpat*
>Other

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>>1672433
>Headpat


If we ever get the chance, let's try out some Dwarven Pastries. Do NOT feed it to Nino unless you want to risk the effects of a mage on a sugar rush.

>>1672433
>Shrug

>>1672433
>>Long enough.

>>1672433
>>*Headpat*

>>1672433
>>*Headpat*

>>1672433
>Long enough.

>>1672433
>*Headpat*

>>1672433
>*Headpat*

>>1672433
>>*Headpat*

>>1672433
Headpat

>>1672433
>Long enough

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>>1672433
You decide to not really answer Morgan's question and just headpat her.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1672506

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1672506
Pat

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1672506

>>1672519
Damn, that's good headpatting. I bet Morgan feels like she's on some of that good stuff.

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>>1672519
Well well WELL.

You just rolled a 20! Would you like to bank that for a crit?

...well actually, got 3 points already, which is the cap, so I guess we'll just continue it as a crit!

(cont)

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>>1672547
Your armored hand settles on top of Morgan's white hair, and she immediately freezes. Her face becomes crimson red this time, and you're afraid that might have overdone it. You immediately try to retract your hand but Morgan's arms immediately shoot out and grab it, pulling it back down on her head.

"I... I didn't say you could stop." Morgan mumbles.

Oh boy...

And that's how you and Morgan ended up sitting under a tree, with the ranger sitting on your armored lap, Romulus nestled in hers. Neither of you say anything, with Morgan just content to lean back against your breastplate as Sol's morning rays warm you both.

>This seems like a good opportunity to really ask Morgan more about her.
>Just enjoy the moment.
>Other

>>1672688
>>Just enjoy the moment.

>>1672688
>>This seems like a good opportunity to really ask Morgan more about her.

>>1672688
>Just enjoy the moment.

>>1672688
>This seems like a good opportunity to really ask Morgan more about her.

>>1672688
>This seems like a good opportunity to really ask Morgan more about her.

Might as well ask which village/town she's from, or where she learned her fighting skills.

>>1672688
>Just enjoy the moment.

>>1672688
>>This seems like a good opportunity to really ask Morgan more about her.

>>1672688
>>Just enjoy the moment.
no words only headpats now
we hold our cards quite close to our chest so it's fair in my view

>>1672688
>>This seems like a good opportunity to really ask Morgan more about her.
Headpatted so much her pupils turned heart shaped.

>>1672688
>>This seems like a good opportunity to really ask Morgan more about her.

>>1672688
>This seems like a good opportunity to really ask Morgan more about her.

>>1672688
>>This seems like a good opportunity to really ask Morgan more about her.

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>>1672688
Actually, with Morgan in such a relaxed state, you figure it was okay to ask her a little more about her.

Then again, what did you really want to know about her?

Pretty much the only thing you truly knew was her goal. To reach the mountain range at the far edge of the Frontier, though she never actually told you why.

You didn't want to push your luck, though. You're only willing to ask her just question for now.

>Ask where she's from.
>Ask why she's so interested in the mountains.
>Ask why she's such a loner.
>Ask her if she likes you.
>Other

>>1672774
>>Ask why she's such a loner.

>>1672774
>>Ask where she's from.

>>1672774
>>Ask why she's so interested in the mountains.

>>1672774
>>Ask why she's so interested in the mountains.

>>1672774
>>Ask her if she likes you.

>>1672774
>Ask where she's from.

>>1672774
>Ask where she's from.

>>1672774
>>Ask where she's from.

>>1672774
>Ask where she's from.

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>>1672774
You tap Morgan on the shoulder to get her attention.

"Yeah?" Morgan tilts her head backwards to look at you. It was pretty cute, honestly.

You point to her, and then point to the surrounding area in a sweeping motion.

"You're asking where I'm from?" Morgan raises an eyebrow.

You nod to confirm her response.

"Ah, well...." Morgan bites her lip. "I suppose there's no harm telling you, I guess."

She then stretches out and leans back on you like cat, resting against your body.

"Truth is, I'm not really sure where I'm from." Morgan sighs. "At least, not a good idea, anyways."

You look down at her.

"I was raised by a bunch of forest hermits. You know, weirdos like me who avoid the bigger cities and towns and live in the wilderness. Kinda just tagged along with them and we traveled all over the place, in both the Frontier and the Kingdoms. Once I was old enough to travel on my own, I kinda just wandered back to the Frontier."

You then point to the direction of the distant mountain range, acting on a hunch.

"Yeah, some of the hermits mentioned that I was brought to them by a wolf, and it headed back in that direction." Morgan explains and sighs. "Though I'm not sure if they were telling the truth or just high off forest mushrooms."

You give Morgan a serious glance.

"Hey, I never took any myself, okay?" Morgan huffs defensively. "Anyways, I figured that if I ever managed to make my way out there, I'd find out for sure."

You just nod silently.

"Come on, you're probably thinking something that impulsive is really dumb, don't you?" Morgan sighs.

>It is, but I understand it.
>Everyone wants to know where they came from.
>Other

>>1672855
>>Everyone wants to know where they came from.

>>1672855
>>Everyone wants to know where they came from.

>>1672855
>>Everyone wants to know where they came from.

>>1672855
>Everyone wants to know where they came from.

>>1672855
>>Everyone wants to know where they came from.

>>1672855
>>Everyone wants to know where they came from.

>>1672855
>It is, but I understand it.

>>1672855
>Everyone wants to know where they came from

I mean, there are tons of stories about mythical heroes having extraordinary childhoods.

>>1672855
>>Everyone wants to know where they came from.

>>1672855
>>Everyone wants to know where they came from.

That we're not continuing headpats while talking is criminal.

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>>1672855
You just put a reassuring hand on Morgan's shoulder and give her an approving nod. Everybody wanted to know where they came from. It was a natural desire for all humans.

"Hah, well, now that I told you something, it's your turn to do the same!"

Morgan smiles mischievously as she spins around, looking directly at your helmet as she pushes your body against the three you're leaning on. She for sure doesn't have the strength to seriously pin you down, but you do get the signal she was trying to send.

"So, Templar, why don't you tell me where you came from?" She grins straight to your face. "You're quite the mysterious one as well."

>[Miming intensifies]
>Dodge the question.
>Well, it's only fair...
>Other

>>1672905
>[Miming intensifies]

>>1672905
>Well, it's only fair...
Time to pull out the Atlas

>>1672905
>>[Miming intensifies]

>>1672905
>>Well, it's only fair...

>>1672905
>>Well, it's only fair...

>>1672905
>Well, it's only fair...
Character Development!

>>1672905
>Well, it's only fair...

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>>1672905
>>Well, it's only fair...

>inb4 we came from a land lush with fauna and flora. Hanging gardens filled with flowers, and produce all year round. Yet somehow produced someone like us.

>>1672905
>Well, it's only fair...

>>1672926
implying the elves don't hate any sort of taming of nature and burned our village down because our gardening was oppressing and forcing plants to adhere to a certain stereotype

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>>1672905
Well, it's only fair that you tell her in return...

>You're a war orphan raised by the Templars.
>You're actually of noble birth.
>You're just a simple commoner.
>Other

>>1672946
>You're actually of noble birth.

>>1672946
>>You're just a simple commoner.

>>1672946
>You're a war orphan raised by the Templars.

We weren't always HUEG

>>1672946
>You're a war orphan raised by the Templars.

>>1672946
>You're a war orphan raised by the Templars.

>>1672946
>You're actually of noble birth.

>>1672946
>You're a war orphan raised by the Templars.

>>1672946
>You're a war orphan raised by the Templars.

>>1672946
>You're just a simple commoner.
But we already said we had a normal family merc...

>>1672946
>>You're a war orphan raised by the Templars.

The Sisters raising us were scarier than the enemy. But that's when we realized they were my friends, and our friends could be scarier than our fears.

>>1672972
They could be foster parent Templars

>>1672946
>Not that you would know, though. You were one of those initiates who had voluntarily joined the Order. Now that you think of it, you wonder how mother and father were doing...

>>1672972
At this point, I'm not entirely sure if The Templar's standard or "normal family" is the same as everyone else's.

>>1672972
What, the Templar's can't be a "normal" Family?

>>1672992
>"We have 5 dads, 3 moms, and 17 brothers and sisters!"

>>1672981
>>1672989
>>1672992
Pretty sure it's just a family a normal old family with two parents.

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>>1672946
You try to figure out the best way to put it. You dig into your pack and pull out an old, bronze medallion, no bigger than a coin. You then hand it to Morgan to inspect.

"This is..." Morgan's eyes widen. "An orphanage badge?"

You nod.

"But I thought you said you had a family?" Morgan was clearly confused now.

You point to your Templar crest. You may have lost your original family, but the Templars gave you a new one.

"I was always under the impression Templars weren't too big on the family thing." Morgan blinks. "I mean, they do most of their recruiting from war orphans."

You then point to the city, more specifically the Church and the Tower. It's not as if the Templars were the only organization that liberally used orphans to fill their ranks.

"...you have a point." Morgan concedes. "So... you have father?"

You nod.

"And a mother?" You nod again.

"...siblings?"

You raise four fingers. They should be old enough to start neophyte training now that you think of it.

"...huh, I didn't know the Templars could be so... human." Morgan frowns and then turns back to you. "Um, no offense."

You shake your head. None taken.

"So um, besides being part of a Templar family, where exactly were you from?" Morgan asks again.

That was technically two questions, but they were closely related, so you'd allow it.

>The cold northern reaches.
>The tropical southern swamps.
>The farmlands bordering the elven forests.
>A coastal town.
>Other

>>1673001
>The cold northern reaches.

>>1673001
>The cold northern reaches.

>>1673001
>>A coastal town.

>>1673001
>>The cold northern reaches.

>>1673001
>The farmlands bordering the elven forests.

>>1673001
>>A coastal town.

>>1673001
>A coastal town.

>>1673001
>>The farmlands bordering the elven forests.

>>1673001
>>The cold northern reaches.

>>1673001
>The cold northern reaches.

>>1673001
>>The cold northern reaches.

>>1673001
>>The cold northern reaches.
The full plate with thick under-layers makes for good insulation in the cold weather. It's why full armor all the time is a habit.

>>1673001
>>The cold northern reaches.
>Our first mission was fighting Ice Elves and their polar bear cavalry.

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>>1673001
You point north.

"North..?" Morgan pauses. "Cydonil?"

You shake your head.

"Elerenthe?"

You shake your head.

Morgan then pauses again, and her eyes widen when she narrows it down.

"Vosskon?"

You nod.

"Sol's light, I guess I shouldn't be surprised, honestly." Morgan sighs. "Isn't that kingdom right on the edge of the Northern Orcish Territories?"

You nod again. Vosskon was a cold and barren place, with no intrinsic value other than the high mountains and narrow passes serving as a natural barrier against the savage Orc tribes of the north. War was a constant reality of those living there, and the Templars could always reliably find new recruits, as well as sympathetic kings willing to host them for their military might.

"So, erm, you're not actually a zombie, are you?" Morgan asks suspiciously.

You shake your head vigorously.

"Ah, okay. I was afraid you might've been one of those Vosskon zombies or something." Morgan sighs in relief.

One thing that set Vosskon apart from the other kingdoms was their tolerance of necromancy. Well, more than tolerance, it was a state sponsored magical practice. First of all, it was an efficient way to preserve manpower by employing the use of undead for menial labor and frontline fighting. Second, Orcs were absolutely terrified of the undead, as it was their strict beliefs that the first death should be the final one, and the idea that their bodies could be raised again was sacrilege.

"Well, anyways, must be nice for you to have a family waiting for you." Morgan sighs. "I'm still having trouble even figuring out who I am."

You know, now that you think about it, you seem to remember that old Archmagus Elias implied he knew more about Morgan. Maybe if you visited him again, you could get more answers.

Then again, he was still a Mage, and their kind were (mostly) untrustworthy, even if he was very polite.

>Can't hurt to consult with Elias for answers about Morgan.
>You'd rather find those answers yourself.
>Other

>>1673067
>>Can't hurt to consult with Elias for answers about Morgan.

>>1673067
>>You'd rather find those answers yourself.

>>1673067
>Can't hurt to consult with Elias for answers about Morgan.

>>1673067
>You'd rather find those answers yourself.

>>1673067
>>You'd rather find those answers yourself.

>>1673067
>You'd rather find those answers yourself.

>>1673067
>Can't hurt to consult with Elias for answers about Morgan.

>>1673067
>>You'd rather find those answers yourself.

>>1673067
>Can't hurt to consult with Elias for answers about Morgan.

>>1673067
>>Can't hurt to consult with Elias for answers about Morgan.

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>>1673067
Well, looks like we got a tie, so we'll have to roll it off!

1. Consult Elias
2. Find answers yourself.

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>>1673110
Eh, you decide it's probably best if you and Morgan found the answers yourselves. No sense trying to wring them out of a stuffy old mage, if he even had them in the first place.

"Anyways, I've been talking with Solana and Nino." Morgan continues, leaning against your chest again. "And she told me you were fighting a Forest Warden?!!"

You nod in confirmation.

"Are you goddamn crazy!?"

You shake your head.

"Don't tell me this is some sort of honor thing?" Morgan raises an eyebrow.

You raise two fingers, gesturing that maybe just a little.

"Figures." Morgan sighs. "You're gonna go chasing after that Forest Warden the first chance you get, aren't you?"

>A Templar never lets an opponent escape.
>Only if we cross paths again.
>It fled like a coward. It's of no more interest to me.
>Other

>>1673122
>>A Templar never lets an opponent escape.

>>1673122
>>Only if we cross paths again.

>>1673122
>A Templar never lets an opponent escape.

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>>1673122
>A Templar never lets an opponent escape.

>>1673122
>Only if we cross paths again.

>>1673122
>Only if we cross paths again.

>>1673122
>Only if we cross paths again.

>>1673122
>>A Templar never lets an opponent escape.

>>1673122
>>Only if we cross paths again.

>>1673122
>>Only if we cross paths again.

>>1673122
>>Only if we cross paths again.
A worthy adversary is always the hardest to come by. If anything, they'd probably come after us, first.

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>>1673122
You pat Morgan on the head again, assuring her that you'll only go after the Forest Warden if your paths crossed again. And given the vengeful nature of Elves, you were pretty sure it would happen again.

"Heh, that's good to know." Morgan grins. "And uh, if we ever do run into that Forest Warden again... well... that might hurt your Templar pride..."

You wait for her to finish.

"...but if your paths do cross, let me help, please?" She asks.

>[Jolly Cooperation intensifies]
>There's no honor in teaming up on a single opponent.
>Other

>>1673147
>There's no honor in teaming up on a single opponent.

>>1673147
>There's no honor in teaming up on a worthy opponent.

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>>1673147
>There's no honor in teaming up on a single opponent.

>>1673147
>There's no honor in teaming up on a single opponent.

>>1673147
>>[Jolly Cooperation intensifies]
If she's asking, fine...

>>1673147
>>There's no honor in teaming up on a single opponent.

>>1673147
>>>[Jolly Cooperation intensifies]

>>1673147
>[Jolly Cooperation intensifies]

>>1673147
>[Jolly cooperation intensifies]

We're proud, not stupid. (I HOPE.)

>>1673159
Sorry about that. It's been awhile since I posted, and that was the last saved name.

>>1673147
>>[Jolly Cooperation intensifies]

>>1673147
>>[Jolly Cooperation intensifies]

>>1673147
>There's no honor in teaming up on a single opponent.

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>>1673147
Well, it looks like you guys managed to tie it up yet again...

1. Jolly Cooperation
2. HONOR

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>>1673168
You nod and give Morgan a thumbs up.

"That's good to hear." Morgan smiles. "So what's the plan now? I'm sure Havel and Solana can handle all the politic stuff regarding the Elves for the moment."

>Let's look for some more Guild jobs.
>Hunt more Elves.
>Maybe get around to checking out that Ruin Solaire was talking about.
>Other

>>1673176
>Maybe get around to checking out that Ruin Solaire was talking about.

>>1673176
>>Maybe get around to checking out that Ruin Solaire was talking about.

>>1673176
>>Maybe get around to checking out that Ruin Solaire was talking about.

>>1673176
>>Maybe get around to checking out that Ruin Solaire was talking about.

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>>1673176
>>Maybe get around to checking out that Ruin Solaire was talking about.

>>1673176
>Let's look for some more Guild jobs.

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>>1673176
You pause for a moment, and then take out your map and wave it about a bit.

"Oh, the Ruin? Yeah, we should get around to checking that out before someone else loots it." Morgan nods. "But, well... it's still pretty early in the day."

Morgan then shifts around a bit in your lap.

"Maybe we can stay out here just a little longer...?"

>You don't see any harm in that.
>You probably should start making preparations.
>Other

>>1673209
>>You don't see any harm in that.

>>1673209
>>You don't see any harm in that.

>>1673209
>>You don't see any harm in that.

>>1673209
>>You don't see any harm in that.
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>>1673209
>>You don't see any harm in that.

>>1673209
>You probably should start making preparations.

>>1673209

>You don't see any harm in that.

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>>1673209
You pat Morgan's head again. You don't see any harm in that.

Morgan simply smiles and snuggles up closer to you. Romulus makes a loud yawning noise before settling down as well.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1673233
another 20 for the morgan

Rolled 12 (1d20)

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Rolled 5 (1d20)

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Rolled 13 (1d20)

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Rolled 2 (1d20)

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>>1673234
headpats are a hella of drug

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>>1673233
Morgan is quick to doze off, nestled securely against your chest. You stroke her hair gently, wondering just how tired Morgan was to fall asleep so quickly. Perhaps she was up all night fretting about your condition?

Possible, but who would ever know?

She then mumbles something under her breath which you can't hear clearly, and she wraps her arms around you in an unconscious embrace. Romulus whimpers at Morgan getting all the attention until you placate him with a pet to the head.

In the distance, you could see Naru leading Nino off to Eisenwand, no doubt to replenish supplies from the market. Nino is skipping ahead on the road while Naru lags behind, obviously possessing nowhere near Nino's boundless energy. Neither of them notice you and Morgan cuddled together in the trees.

Sol's light was starting to warm up your armor, and you realize it's a rather nice feeling, in conjunction to Morgan's weight on your body. You know your teachers had always stressed that a Templar's greatest joy should stem from glory on the battlefield.

However, as your eyelids grow heavy, you can't argue that small moments like this didn't have their appeal, either.

>And that's all for tonight! As always, next thread is next week. Don't forget KanColle on Friday!

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>>1673240
Definitely gets the endorphins pumping.

>>1673243
See you next week, boss!

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>>1673243
Thanks for the run.