>>1790525
>>In a very royal looking place you don't recognize.

>>1790525
>In a very royal looking place you don't recognize.

>>1790525
>In a very royal looking place you don't recognize.

>>1790525
>>In a very royal looking place you don't recognize.

Hopefully the King/Arch Duke won't see us.

>>1790525
>>In a very royal looking place you don't recognize.

If we ever get the opportunity for a CLASS CHANGE should we spec more into fighter, mage, thief, or cleric?

>>1790525
>In a very royal looking place you don't recognize.

>>1790525
>In a very royal looking place you don't recognize.

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>>1790572
>should we spec more into fighter, mage, thief, or cleric?

Thief.

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>>1790572
I'd go for anything that can let us take out more knife ears...but a few cleric skills can work fine.

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>>1790525
>On the side of the road outside the city.
Got drunk, slayed an elf or three

>>1790572
Pyromancy.

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>>1790636
At least it isn't a Hex build. I hope Nino doesn't Class Change into a Hex Build.

>>1790525
In a very royal looking place you don't recognize

>>1790662
>Hex build Nino

Last thing we need is extra stuff to buy for specialized classes. One minute it'll be buying special books, then the next it's buying floral/metal hair ornaments for everyone.

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>>1790525
As your eyes snap open, you realize that you're actually standing.

Well, not genuinely standing, technically. You were propped up against the wall behind you, which had kept you from falling over. But that still didn't explain just where you were or how you go there.

Your eyes scan your surroundings, and you immediately noted all of the snow white marble, golden inlays, and heavy oak doors. You were in a royal palace of some sort, occupied by a family wealthy enough to afford such extravagances.

The decadence absolutely disgusted you.

Back to the matter at hand, you were standing at the end of a long hallway. One side was a regular wall decorated with portraits of presumably long dead relatives and ancestors, On the other side were great glass windows positioned to allow the morning sunlight to flow in. You could also see the urban sprawl of Eisenwand down below, meaning you were still in the city, at the very least.

And behind you was the heavy oak door. It didn't seem locked, though. And judging from where you were standing, you could almost swear that you were standing guard in front of it.

What exactly happened...?

>Just wait until something happens.
>Take a peek through the door.
>Try to find an exit.
>Other

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>>1790805
>>Just wait until something happens.

>>1790755
At least I'm certain our party isn't foolish enough to decide that 'I'll specialize in Fighter, Thief, AND Mage!"

>>1790805
>Feel a sense of nostalgia from our initiate days of waking up after a good bit of drinking and not having a clue how you got there, or where the dead werewolf came from.
>Try to find an exit.

>>1790805
>>Try to find an exit.

>>1790805
Knock on the door, ask if everything's okay. If it's somebody we know, ask what happened.

>>1790805
>>Take a peek through the door.

>>1790805
>Just wait until something happens.

>>1790805
>Just wait until something happens
Patience is the greatest of the virtues

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>>1790805
>Just wait until something happens.

>The decadence absolutely disgusted you.

>>1790855
Hey guys, thanks for tuning in to another video on ForgottenArmors.com. I'm Templar McTemplar, and I'm here at Rock Island Auction Hous looking at some of the armors they'll be selling in the upcoming September of 1071 auction.

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>>1790805
You decide the best course of action was just to wait for something to happen. Probably safer than just wandering about this palace aimlessly.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1790906

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1790906

Rolled 14 (1d20)

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>>1790906
As you stand and wait, you are rewarded for your patience when the heavy oak doors behind you creak as they are pushed open.

And out strides Princess Lucina, though not in the adventuring clothes she is typically seen when out in public. No, she was wearing a simple shirt and skirt, her hair a complete tangled mess. It was clear she had just gotten out of bed.

Yawning loudly, Lucina shuffles past you, and then pauses as she tries to process the sight. Her eyes then snap open.

"T-Templar!!!!" Lucina yelps. "Y-you're still here?!"

You look to the left, and then to the right, and then shrug. Where else would you be?

"Ohmygosh, I'm so sorry, I don't think I ever did dismiss you like I said I would!" Lucina gasps in embarrassment. "You were seriously standing out there all night?!"

You just shrug. You were just as much in the dark on this as she was.

"O-oh dear." Lucina winces. "If my parents find us like this they'll be extremely cross. Do you remember the way out of here?"

No, no you do not.

>You'll figure something out.
>You might need some directions.
>Other

>>1790839
Only a knife ear would do something stupid like triple-classing into Fighter/Mage/Thief

>>1790977
>You might need some directions


At least we don't have to worry about adventurers.
>the moment we encounter a rival party that's essentially a mirror to ours and led by a fighting nun.

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>>1790977
>>You might need some directions.

>>1790986
>mirror
And what's worse is that they're essentially the genderbent versions of us with a few slight differences!

>>1790977
>You might need some directions.

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>>1790977
>You might need some directions.
>>1790986
>mirror

>>1790994
>>1791002
>the most terrifying thing about her isn't the mind games of pure silence that we're known for, but how she TALKS her foes into submission.

>>1791022
>her

>>1790977
>You might need some directions.

>>1791033
Reminder that only one person has seen the Templar with the helmet off.

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>>1790977
You shake your head and shrug. Whatever way you came in here, you had completely forgotten.

"Really?" Lucina blinks. "All right, all right. You see that painting over there?"

She points to one of the mounted portraits that looked much larger than the rest. Instead of just showing the head and shoulders, it was a full body painting.

"There's a secret passage behind that painting. Just open it up and follow the path. It'll lead you out of the palace grounds. Just er, don't tell anybody, and try to stay quiet! The path goes between a few walls."

You nod in understanding.

"And, er, thanks for everything you did yesterday." Lucina smiles. "I really appreciate it."

You give a thumbs up as you carefully pop the painting open. It was a tight squeeze, but if you managed to make your way in before, you could make your way out...

>Roll 1d20

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>>1791074
Here we go!

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1791074

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1791074

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1791074

>>1791082
WRENLOFT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gj

>>1791082
Did we find some SECRET TREASURE in the castle?

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>>1791082
Yikes! Looks like you got a 20 there!

Would you like to bank that for a FATE POINT? You have 2 right now!

>Y
>N

>>1791106
y

>>1791106
>>N

>>1791106
>>Y

>>1791106
>N

What did we find? Who did we meet?

>>1791106
>Y

>>1791106
>N
Am very interested

>>1791106
>>N

>>1791106
>Y

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1791106

>N

>>1791106
>N

>>1791106
>N

>>1791135
I really shouldn't have done that.

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>>1791141
You should know better at this point

>>1791106
>>N

>>1791141
One lost 20 can't be too bad. Not like that's the one that gets us our own zepplin.

>>1791106
>Y

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>>1791106
The passage is long and twisting, and sometimes you're not quite sure what direction you're going, and all too often your armor clangs and makes scraping noises against the stone walls. But eventually, you manage to reach a trapdoor, which you push open and climb out.

...and you find yourself just outside the wall of Eisenwand's central palace, the trapdoor cleverly disguised as part of the road. You never would have realized it was there if you hadn't just risen from it. You carefully close the door, sealing the passage against any curious passers by.

"You spent quite a while in there." You hear Morgan speak.

You turn to see Morgan, perched atop on of the nearby walls, her wolf ears twitching in annoyance and she looks at you with suspicious eyes.

You tilt your head and point to Morgan. Was she...waiting for you?

"Of course I was!" Morgan fumes. "When I saw you and the Princess sneaking around the streets in the dark, I had to make sure things were okay!"

Wait... was she FOLLOWING you the whole time? You point at her again and then at yourself to ask.

"It's n-not like I was following you because I was worried." Morgan grunts and looks away. "I mean, not like I care if you just up and disappear without a word!"

Oddly, Morgan could be surprisingly honest when she was trying not to be.

"A-anyways." Morgan leaps down to the ground, her boots clacking against the cobblestones as she pulls her hood up to cover her ears. "We should be heading back to the Monastery."

>Head for the Monastery.
>Check out the Guild Hall first.
>Maybe you should just walk around the city for a bit.
>Other

>>1791227
>Maybe you should just walk around the city for a bit.

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>>1791227
>>Maybe you should just walk around the city for a bit.

>>1791227
>>Check out the Guild Hall first.

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>>1791227
>Check out the Guild Hall first

>>1791234
LEWD

>>1791227
>>Other
Actually, just stand there and stare at her. Falls from high places are usually lethal, you know?

>>1791227
>Head for the Monastery

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Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>1791227
Guess we've got a bit of a tie here, so we'll have to roll off!

1. Guild Hall
2. City

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>>1791297
You pull a Guild badge out of your pack and show it to Morgan. Perhaps it would do some good to stop by there and check things out while you're in the city.

"Well, I suppose I can't complain about that..." Morgan sighs and nods. "All right, let's go then."

The two of you make your way through the streets towards the Guild Hall. Morgan is mostly silent as she sticks close to your side, making double sure to avoid bumping into people. However, as the Guild Hall comes into sight, Morgan finally speaks up.

"So... what were you doing the palace? You never really did answer my question."

You shrug and tap your finger against your head.

"You're telling me don't remember?" Morgan rolls her eyes. "Guess all the armor in the world can't protect you against alcohol, huh?"

You nod in agreement.

"You were still IN your armor when you woke up, right?" Morgan asks, her voice much sterner and colder now.

>Well of course.
>Are you jealous...?
>Other

>>1791339
>>Well of course.
obviously the wolf attributes have made her more territorial

>Other
Does it matter?

>>1791339
>>Well of course.

>>1791339
>>Are you jealous...?

>>1791339
>>Well of course.
>Have you ever seen me OUT of my armor? Thought not.

>>1791359
>>1791339
>Baiting the wolf
Let's do it

>>1791339
>Are you jealous...?

>>1791339
>Well of course.

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>>1791339
>>Well of course.
Should we get her a gift to make up?

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>>1791339
>
>>1791339
>>Well of course.

>>1791353
Makes you wonder what happens if we're exposed to too much of our Dragon attributes. Do we become obsessed with gold? Arrogant?

>>1791400
Deep desire to burn our enemies to ashes and dominate the battle field.

>>1791339
>Well of course.
>You know I don't take off my armor if I can avoid it. Hardly anyone else you know has even seen my face.

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>>1791339
You nod rather confidently and rap your knuckle against your breastplate. You weren't about to strip off your armor for anyone unless it was for a very, VERY good reason.

"Hmph. So you say." Morgan pouts. Probably still not fully convinced.

Finally, the two of you walk through the great entryway of the Guild Hall. It was just as grand as last time.

>Check the job board for any quests.
>See if you can make any acquaintances at the tavern.
>Pick up some gossip from the Guild clerk.
>Other

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>>1791444
>>See if you can make any acquaintances at the tavern.

From one drunken situation to another!

>>1791398
Leaf/Feather shaped sword, or dagger.

>>1791444
>Pick up some gossip from the Guild clerk.

>>1791444
>Check the job board for any quests.

>>1791444
>>See if you can make any acquaintances at the tavern.

>>1791444
>>Pick up some gossip from the Guild clerk.

>>1791458
But that means we'll have to talk to elves.

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>>1791444
Hmmm, looks like we got another tie!

1. Tavern
2. Clerk

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>>1791529
You head over to the front desk where the Guild Clerk is dutifully at her post, as expected. She sees you approach and gives a happy and enthusiastic wave.

"It's good to see you again, Templar!" The Clerk chirps. "What brings you around?"

>Ask if there's anybody who might know something about a certain magical bow.
>Ask if there's any "special" jobs floating around right now.
>Ask if there's anything strange going on.
>Ask if Morgan's new look is cute or not.
>Other

>>1791541
>>Ask if there's anybody who might know something about a certain magical bow
>Ask if there's anything strange going on.
>Ask if Morgan's new look is cute or not.

>>1791541
>>Ask if there's anything strange going on.

>>1791541
>>Ask if there's anything strange going on.

>>1791541
>>Ask if there's anybody who might know something about a certain magical bow.
>>Ask if Morgan's new look is cute or not.

We can do both!

>>1791541
>>Ask if there's anything strange going on.

>>1791541
>Ask if there's anything strange going on.
>Ask if Morgan's new look is cute or no

>>1791541
>>Ask if Morgan's new look is cute or not.

>>1791541
>Ask if there's anything strange going on.
>Ask if Morgan's new look is cute or not.

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>>1791541
First of all, you lean in towards the Clerk and tap on the informational flyers sitting on the top of her desk. Hopefully, she would catch on to what you were asking for.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1791616

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1791616

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1791616

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1791616

>>1791621
>>1791623
>>1791624

Kind of sad that the Templar has a hard time communicating with new people without a translator.

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>>1791616
"Mmmmm, sorry, but I don't really know anything that you wouldn't!" The Clerk says apologetically. "Things have been pretty calm lately, besides you beating up some people in the street! It was really exciting!"

You just nod. Guess there wasn't much going on after all.

"Oh! Hi there, Morgan!" The Clerk waves to her.

"Y-you remember me?" Morgan blinks.

"Of course!" The Clerk chuckles. "I never forget an adventurer who comes through here!"

The Clerk then blinks as she looks at Morgan, then narrows her eyes and leans over her desk to get a closer look.

"Say... did you get a new hairdo or something?" She squints. "There's something a bit different about you..."

"N-no! Of course not!" Morgan stammers.

>Just leave her be.
>Flip the hood.
>Other

>>1791675
>Just leave her be.

let it happen naturally.

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>>1791640
Well, Templars usually engage in kinetic communication.

>>1791675
>>Just leave her be.

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>>1791675
>>Just leave her be.

>>1791675
>>Flip the hood.

>>1791675
>Flip the hood.
>Other
Isn't she cute?

>>1791675
>Just leave her be.

>>1791675
>>Just leave her be.

>>1791675
>Just leave her be.

>>1791675
>Just leave her be.

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>>1791675
You shake your head. Seems like Morgan's gone through enough already, so it was best not to exacerbate the situation.

"Hmmm, oh well." The Clerk shrugs. "Anyways, sorry I couldn't be more help!"

You nod respectfully to her. She was just doing her job, after all.

Well, looks like you spent enough time here...

>You better be heading back to the Monastery.
>Check the job board.
>Perhaps you should stop by the market to find something to cheer up Morgan...
>Other

>>1791761
>Check the job board.
>Perhaps you should stop by the market to find something to cheer up Morgan...

>>1791761

>>Perhaps you should stop by the market to find something to cheer up Morgan...

>>1791761
>Perhaps you should stop by the market to find something to cheer up Morgan...

>>1791761
>Perhaps you should stop by the market to find something to cheer up Morgan...

>>1791761
>>Check the job board.

>>1791761
>>>Perhaps you should stop by the market to find something to cheer up Morgan...

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>>1791761
Hm, perhaps you should stop by the market and get something to cheer up Morgan. You get the feeling that she'd like the extra time with you.

Then again, there wouldn't really be any surprise...

>Go to the market with Morgan.
>Find a way to split up with Morgan.
>Other

>>1791856
>>Go to the market with Morgan.

>>1791856
>Go to the market with Morgan

>>1791856
>Go to the market with Morgan.

I'd think she'd be happy hearing our opinion.

>>1791856
>Go to the market with Morgan.

>>1791856
>Go to the market with Morgan.

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>>1791856
You tap Morgan on the shoulder and point towards the market. Perhaps she's like something there?

"We're going shopping?" Morgan blinks in surprise,and her cheeks redden. "Well, sure, I guess."

As always, Eisenwand's market district was a flurry of activity. In addition to the regular stores lining the streets, there were numerous stalls and wagons set up in all of the squares and side alleys as well. Townspeople and adventurers both were milling about in a massive crowd.

And it's then that you realize that you don't actually know what Morgan would want.

>You'll figure it out yourself.
>Ask Morgan.
>Other

>>1791974
>>Ask Morgan.

>>1791974
>>Ask Morgan.

>>1791974
Observation is a powerful tool.
>Gesture that Morgan should browse to her hearts content, pay attention to what she seems interested in.

>>1791974
>>Ask Morgan.

>>1791974
>>You'll figure it out yourself.

via: >>1791986

>>1791993
Supporting this

>>1791986
Any ideas if she looks at a very expensive ballroom dress that would take more than a year to pay off?

>>1791986
This.

>>1792010
grab that shit and haul ass? go full Skyrim style

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>>1792010
>>1792017
You both fail to see the greatest of opportunities: Bullying. If she looks at such a dress all we have to do is gesture if she likes the dress and the somewhat bashful forest hermit lady will no doubt become most flustered, aggrieved, and deny looking at said dress.

>>1792049
we can easily do both

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>>1791974
You motion for Morgan to go on ahead and pick out what she wants.

"Really?" Morgan pauses. "You do realize that Naru would get angry at us for spending gold like this, you know?"

You shrug. Gold was meant to spent, not hoarded.

"Well... okay." Morgan nods as she heads off.

You can almost swear there's a little skip to her step.

>Roll 1d20

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>>1792076
DIce!

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1792076

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>>1792076

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>>1792076
You watch as Morgan browses through the various shops and stalls, ever the watchful sentinel. Naturally, nobody really gives Morgan a second glance. Just another adventurer among thousands living in this city.

You, on the other hand, still draw quite the number of stares, ranging from awe, curiosity, and of course, distrust. Thankfully nobody decides to pick a fight with you. At least for today.

Finally, you see Morgan waving at you to come over. You politely begin to push your way through the crowd over to her, where you see her holding...

>...a necklace.
>...a pair of bracelets.
>...an innocuous black box.
>Other

>>1790572
Late, but what other sorts of magic should Nino specialize in? She seems to have gotten blowing stuff up down.

>>1792099
>>...an innocuous black box.

Who gets the box? What's in the box? How much is what's in the box worth?

>>1792099
>>...an innocuous black box.
MYSTERY BOX GO

>>1792099
>...an innocuous black box.

>>1792099
>...a necklace.

>>1792099
>>...an innocuous black box.

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>>1792099
You see that Morgan had picked out an... innocuous black box. You look at the box, then to her, and then to the price tag.

It was a good thing you were wearing your helmet, because the price for whatever was inside was MASSIVE. Easily the the cost of an entire bounty payment!

However, you did make a promise to Morgan, and you were sure that she would not have picked such an expensive item without good reason. She was always a very frugal individual otherwise. You suppose you'd just have to endure Naru's wrath for the next few days.

You point to the box, wondering what's in it.

"That's a secret." Morgan smiles as she puts a finger to her lips.

Pretty cheeky. You turn to the shopkeeper.

"Hey, don't look at me. I don't want to make the little lady here angry." The shopkeeper chuckles and shakes his head.

You look at his wares, but they're a wide variety of random trinkets. Impossible to narrow things down...

>Insist you see what's inside.
>Let it go for now.
>Other

>>1792145
>>Let it go for now.

>>1792101
There's always support magic like summoning, or enchanting things (or people). Just don't fail any group disguise spells. It'd probably genderbend the whole party.

>>1792145
>>Let it go for now.
I bet it's magic!

>>1792145
>Let it go for now.

>>1792145
>Let it go for now.

Maybe it's a Dwarf/Elf music box?

>>1792145
>>Let it go for now.
IT'S A FUCKING RING SHE'S GONNA PROPOSE TO US AAAAAAAAAA

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>>1792145
You decide to let it go for now. It wasn't worth trying to force Morgan to tell you what she was getting, even if it was a bit on the pricey side. With a bit of a reluctant sigh, you pull a handful of gold coins out of your coin pouch and place them down on the counter.

"Good doing business with you!" The shopkeeper says happily.

With that done, you and Morgan begin making your way back to the Monastery. Morgan was in the much better mood now. There was a bit of a spring to her step, and you could almost swear she was humming a tune under her breath. Though that could just be your ears tricking you in the bustle of the city.

>Roll 1d20

>>1792145
>Let it go for now.
>>Other
Expect retribution!

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>>1792187

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1792187

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1792187

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1792187
Rolling

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1792187

>>1792193
>>1792194
>>1792195
>>1792197
What is this sorcery?

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>>1792187
As you and Morgan walk through the streets, you notice Morgan's happy jaunt disappear, and she starts to slow her pace so you can catch up to her.

"We're being followed." She mutters.

You only barely tilt you head down to her.

"Not sure who they are, but there's three people tailing our movements." Morgan explains. You can see her ears twitching wildly under her hood. "I can hear metal clinking, too. They're well armed and armored."

>Face them and see what they want.
>Try and lose them.
>Other

>>1792206
>>Face them and see what they want.

>>1792206
>Face them and see what they want.

>>1792206
>Face them and see what they want.

>>1792206
>>Face them and see what they want.

>>1792206
>>Face them and see what they want.

Time to give them the good old Templar Stare

>>1792206
>Face them and see what they want.

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You make a fist with one of your hands and punch it into your other palm, indicating you were going to pick a fight.

"Great, but where?" Morgan asks as her eyes dart side to side. "I don't think we want to be making a scene out of this. Maybe lure them into a side alley or outside the city?"

Well, in the side alleys, the battlefield would be narrow and cramped. Good for you in that it would force the numerically superior enemy into chokepoints, but you and Morgan wouldn't have much room to maneuver. Out in the fields, you could move more freely, but so could they. Facing them in the city streets could convince them not to start anything, but if trouble did start, you'd have a lot of explaining to do to the City Guard...

>Face them outside the city.
>Face them in a side alley.
>Face them in the open.
>Other

>>1792228
>Other
Face them out in the open, in front of the guards' barracks

>>1792228
>Face them in the open.

>>1792228
>Face them in the open.

If they manage to lay a finger on THE BOX, Morgan will be taking fingers.

>>1792228
>>Face them outside the city.

>>1792228
>Face them in the open.

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>>1792228
You stop and pivot around. You intended to face them now, dare them to start something in the city streets.

"Should've just stayed quiet..." Morgan groans as she slides to a stop.

>Let Morgan back you up.
>Tell Morgan to set up a vantage point while you distract them.
>Tell Morgan to go on ahead to the Monastery.
>Other

>>1792254
>>Tell Morgan to set up a vantage point while you distract them.

>>1792254
>>Tell Morgan to set up a vantage point while you distract them.

>>1792254
>>Tell Morgan to set up a vantage point while you distract them.

>>1792254
>Let Morgan back you up.

>>1792254
>Tell Morgan to set up a vantage point while you distract them.

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Rolled 7, 9, 5 = 21 (3d20)

>>1792254
You nudge Morgan and nod to the rooftops above. She would serve much better providing fire support from up high.

Plus, if the City Guard got involved, it'd be easier for her to escape their notice. You were okay with getting caught, but not her.

"Right." Morgan nods as she tries to slip away.

Meanwhile, you begin to stride forward in the direction of your pursuers in an effort to keep their attention on you.

>Roll 1d20+1

Rolled 3 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1792269

Rolled 14 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1792269

Rolled 9 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1792269

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>>1792269
Thankfully, your sheer, dominating presence is enough to draw the attention of the three individuals tailing you, who were now pretty obvious to you. At the corner of your vision, Morgan slips away into a side alley and out of your own line of sight.

You return your a attention to your little tailing party. Two of them were wearing heavy cloaks, so you couldn't really get a good look at what they were wearing or carrying. Or even who they were. The third was wearing fairly heavy plate armor and a face concealing helmet.

They all stopped and tried to pretend they were just milling about and browsing the nearby stalls, but you weren't being fooled. Otherwise, they were making no moves.

>Just stare them down.
>Approach them and force them to take action
>Other

>>1792278
>>Just stare them down.
none can beat the Templar Stare(TM)

>>1792278
>>Just stare them down.
Is this what they call a standoff?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EujDcc2xEUI

>>1792278
>Just stare them down.

>>1792278
>>Just stare them down.

>>1792278
>>Just stare them down.

>>1792278
>Just stare them down.
do they know that that only works when you HAVEN'T been noticed?

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Rolled 10, 13, 9 = 32 (3d20)

>>1792278
You decide to fall back on the tried and true Templar method of resolving conflicts. The good old fashioned menacing stare.

Plus, it would give Morgan some more time to get into position.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1792292
JIIIIIII

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1792292

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1792292

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>1792292

>>1792300
Critical on a stare? Oh boy, I'd like to see what critical from this do.

>>1792303
We don't stare at them, we stare THROUGH them.

>>1792303
>>1792304
We flawlessly discern their three sizes.

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>>1792300
Oh boy! A 20!

Would you like to bank that for a FATE POINT? You currently have 2!

>Y
>N

>>1792307
>>N

We've got that 19, might as well stock this one up.

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>>1792307
>N
Time to see what a Crit Stare does.

>>1792307
>Y

>>1792307
>>N

>>1792307
>>N

>>1792307
>N

>>1792307
>>N

>>1792307
>Y

>>1792307
>N

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>>1792307
You give your best, most intimidating glare at the strangers. You can see them all clearly hesitate, and two of them: one of the hooded ones and the armored one, begin to back off. The third and last member turns to see his comrades retreating, but instead of following them, he instead charges straight at you!

Or, he at least would have if Morgan didn't drop an arrow straight into his boot.

The man topples to the ground and screams, clutching his injured foot. As he falls, his hood is also knocked askew, fully revealing his face.

An Elf.

However, before you could discern any more features, the downed Elf disappears in a sea of panicked bodies as people flee for cover.

You feel a light impact on your helmet as a small pebble bounces off your visor. You crane our head upwards, and see Morgan signalling to you furiously that it was time to leave. Even you could hear the furious clanking of City Guard coming to investigate the scene.

You had no wish to get arrested or questioned, especially since the Guard were sure to suspect you first. You start moving away with the crowd, evading the notice of the City Guards as they rush past. You're not sure when Morgan linked up with you, but you find her at your side when you reach the nearest city gate.

"Jeez, what was that all about?" Morgan pants. "Elves tracking us in the streets of Eisenwand!?"

You nod. That was certainly a very concerning development...

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

>>1792332
Around elves, watch yourselves.

Thanks for running Merc!

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>>1792332
Thanks for the run, Merc!

>>1792332
G'night Merc.

>>1792332
Thanks for running!