>>2784085
>Cuddled up with you.

>>2784085
>>Missing, again.

>>2784085
>>Cuddled up with you.

>>2784085
>Cuddled up with you.

>>2784085
>>Cuddled up with you.
In what state of dress?

>>2784085
>Cuddled up with you.

>>2784085
>>Cuddled up with you.

>>2784085
>Cuddled up with you.

>Cuddled up with you.

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>>2784085
You noticed Morgan cuddled up to you like a puppy seeking warmth. You can't help but give her a light headpat before getting up to do your standard morning prayer, kneeling in front of the eastward facing window and silently reciting your dedication to Sol while under His light.

That's when you're interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Morgan? Templar? Are you two awake?" Valentia's familiar voice worms through the heavy wooden door.

Morgan mumbles something as she unconsciously rolls around in the bed.

You quickly don a robe and your helmet as you stride over to the door and open it, finding a fully dressed Valentia on the other side, as expected.

"Even when answering the door, you have to have that helmet on, huh?" Valentia sighs.

You simply nod. You never knew when you could be ambushed. You've heard some assassins were very adept at mimicking the voices of other people, after all.

"Well uh, is Morgan up?" Valentia asks, shifting around nervously. "I'm really sorry to have to ask you of this so early in the day, but, uh, that giant eagle of hers just landed in the courtyard and... and I think he's looking for her. We're trying to calm it down but, well, nobody wants to get near it."

>You suppose you can wake Morgan up.
>You're pretty sure you can handle this yourself.
>Other

>>2784302
>You suppose you can wake Morgan up.

>>2784302

>You suppose you can wake Morgan up.

>>2784302
>>You're pretty sure you can handle this yourself.

>>2784302
>You're pretty sure you can handle this yourself.

>>2784302
>>You suppose you can wake Morgan up.

>>2784302
>>You suppose you can wake Morgan up.

Hope she doesn't bite

>>2784302
>You suppose you can wake Morgan up.

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>>2784302
You hold up one finger to tell Valentia to give you a second as you close the door. You then calmly walk back to the bed where you start patting Morgan's head a bit more vigorously this time.

Morgan's tail wags uncontrollably as her eyes open, still not fully conscious of what's going on.

"Oh... morning." Morgan mumbles as she rubs her eyes as her ears twitch. "Is something going on?"

You point your thumb over at the door.

"Oh, so there IS something going on." Morgan sighs and then she pauses as her ears twitch even more. "Oh no, did Engel follow us here?!"

You nod.

"Oh no, this is NOT good!" Morgan groans as she quickly leaps out of bed, now fully alert. She pulls on the bare minimum of clothes needed to be presentable, leaving behind her armor and combat gear.

You merely calmly start putting your armor on. You had to maintain your appearance, especially when on the land of your rival knightly order. Morgan naturally finishes first and throws the door open.

"Where is he, Vally?" Morgan asks.

"Are you really calling me that n-" Valentia pauses as tries to focus on the task at hand. "In the courtyard! Follow me!"

"Are you coming?" Morgan asks, turning to you.

>You'll catch up.
>Perhaps you should go find Solaire and Solana.
>Other

>>2784417
>You'll catch up.

>>2784417
>You'll catch up.

>>2784417
>>Perhaps you should go find Solaire and Solana.

>>2784417
>You'll catch up.

>>2784417
>You'll catch up.

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>>2784417
You just nod and motion for her to go. You'll catch up later.

"Um, all right, just hurry!" Morgan follows Valentia into the hall and disappears from sight.

You continue to finish pulling on the last bits of your armor before jogging after the two girls. Finding the courtyard wasn't hard, though, since it was the only place where there was a shrieking giant eagle snapping its beak at anybody that dared try to approach it.

Already, there was a group of Paladins who had formed a defensive ring around Engel, keeping him penned in with a large shield wall. You were on an upper level, so you could get a good view of the action. It was then you could see Morgan and Valentia dashing in, Morgan making a beeline straight to Engel.

You look for a way to get down and see a flight of stone stairs, and make your way to it.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2784514

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>2784514

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2784514

>>2784518
OUCH

Let's see what happens.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2784514

>>2784527
>>2784518
I don't want yo know what happens, lets use a fate point for this.

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>>2784518
Uh oh! That looks like a 1 there!

Would you like to use a FATE POINT to negate it?

You currently have 2 points!

>Y
>N

>>2784613
>>2784613
>YYYYY

>>2784613
>Y

>>2784613
>Y
I'd rather not embarrass ourselves/Morgan/Valencia in front of the paladins.

>>2784613
>>N
Morbid curiosity intensifies

>>2784613
>N

>>2784613
Y

>>2784613
>N

>>2784613
>>N

>>2784613
>Y
The worst that could happen is we crash into a paladin and we will have to roll to clear a misunderstanding.

>>2784645
Is that a yes or no to use the fate point?

>>2784613
N

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>>2784649
Well gee, I wonder what I voted for.

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Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>2784613
Uh oh, it looks like we're tied up on this so we'll have to roll it off!

1. Y
2. N

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>>2784683
However, as you reach the bottom of the stairs, you find your way blocked by a pair of Paladins.

"Well look at what we have here." One of them says, arms crossed. "A Black Templar wandering around in one of our cathedrals."

From the shadow being cast over you, you could immediately tell that the top of the stairs had been blocked off as well, eliminating any chance of retreat. Looks like this was planned.

Looking behind the pair in front of you, you saw another pair of Paladins stationed at the end of the hallway, apparently to direct traffic, and therefore unwanted attention, away from the stairs.

Seems like even knights weren't above what amounted to a back alley brawl.

>You should do your best to avoid conflict.
>If these Paladins wanted a fight, you'd gladly give them one.
>Other

>>2784698
>>You should do your best to avoid conflict.

>>2784698
>If these Paladins wanted a fight, you'd gladly give them one.

>If these Paladins wanted a fight, you'd gladly give them one.

Let's kick some fools in the face!

>>2784698
>>If these Paladins wanted a fight, you'd gladly give them one.

>>2784698
>>You should do your best to avoid conflict.

>>2784683
N

>>2784698
>Other

Set ourselves on fire.

>>2784737
I second this.

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>>2784698
Well, you suppose you could do with a little morning sparring. None of the Paladins were visibly armed from what you could tell, so it was fairly clear they were only trying to intimidate.

As if trying to intimidate a Templar was a wise move in the first place.

The most obvious course of action was to just charge through the Paladins in front of you. By choosing the stairs as their battlegrounds, the fools gave you the advantage of the high ground against them. However, you would have to worry about their rearguard at the end of the hall.

It seemed like there were less Paladins up the stairs where you came from, with only two instead of four. However, they held the high ground advantage on you.

>Press on down the stairs
>Press on up the stairs.
>Other

>>2784765
>>Press on down the stairs
Time for a bit of downward force.

>>2784765
>Press on down the stairs

>Press on down the stairs

Ramming Speed!

>>2784765
>Press on down the stairs

>>2784765
>Press on down the stairs

>>2784765
>Press on down the stairs

More foeman to face? Yes sir may I have some more.

>>2784765
>Press on down the stairs
We have places to be, and we're not afraid of a bunch of ponces that haven't even fought a dragon before.

>>2784765
>Press on down the stairs
And also set ourselves on fire.

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Rolled 11, 9 = 20 (2d20)

>>2784765
Your armor starts to smolder in response to your desire to battle as you charge straight down the stairs, ready to plow right through the Paladins in your way.

>Roll 1d20+3

>>2784771
>>2784781
>>2784786
>>2784798
>>2784803
It's like falling in the face of o'erwhelming odds is a Templars fetish.

Rolled 7 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2784828

Rolled 2 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2784828

>>2784828

Rolled 18 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2784828
Dice!

Rolled 10 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2784828

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>>2784828
The first line of Paladins don't even stand chance, as you easily use your built up momentum to bowl straight through them, knocking both knights down flat on their backs with a loud CLANG as their armor clattered on the stone floor.

The ruckus caused the second line of the Paladins to turn and see your approach. They were a bit too far away for your downwards momentum to carry over to them, but you've at least managed to swing the odds a little closer in your favor.

Plus, maybe you could take advantage of this shift in the balance...

>Try to intimidate the remaining Paladins.
>Continue your charge.
>Other

>Continue your charge.

>>2784877
>Try to intimidate the remaining Paladins.

>>2784877
>Continue your charge.

>>2784877
>Try to intimidate the remaining Paladins.
We need to finish this quickly.

>>2784877
>>Try to intimidate the remaining Paladins.

To be honest, I'm 50/50 on this. Paladins are supposed to go up against near unwinnable odds, and sacrifice themselves.

>>2784877
>Continue your charge.

Gotta keep moving. Besides continuing our charge IS intimidating.

>>2784901
>>2784912
But most of them don't deal well with confusion about where others stand.

So we don't stand . We charge!

>>2784877
>Continue your charge.

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Rolled 10, 11 = 21 (2d20)

>>2784877
You don't even stop, continuing your charge straight at the remaining two Paladins in front of you. After all, you couldn't afford to dawdle around with foes at your back.

>Roll 1d20+2

Rolled 3 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2784936

Rolled 9 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2784936

Rolled 2 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2784936
wew

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>>2784936
You manage to knock one of the Paladins aside, sending him tumbling the ground from a hard shoulder check, your pauldron slamming solidly into his chest like a battering ram.

However, the final Paladin doesn't go down so easily, planting his feet firmly on the stone floor and absorbing your charge. Very quickly, you find yourself stuck in stalemate, with neither of you being able to gain ground on the other.

However, dragging this on longer was at your disadvantage, since the Paladins you had knocked down where beginning to recover. It was only a matter of time before they attacked you from behind.

You glare at your adversary, his face obscured behind his own helmet.

>It's simple, you just have to push HARDER.
>HEADBUTT
>SUPLEX
>Other

>HEADBUTT

>>2784988
>>It's simple, you just have to push HARDER.

>>2784988
>HEADBUTT

Helm to Helm, like how men fuck.

>>2784988
>HEADBUTT

>>2784988
>HEADBUTT into SUPLEX
Knock him off balance for the finisher.

>>2784988
>HEADBUTT

>>2784988
This>>2785006

>>2785006
>>2784988
. . . why not both things?

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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>2784988
You decide to execute a good old fashioned HEADBUTT. You were both wearing helmets, so it wasn't as if you had to worry about any lasting damage or anything...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2785051

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>2785051

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2785051
But our helmet is better than his, because it's on goddamn fire.

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>>2785061
Welp, looks like we've got another 1!

Do you want to use a FATE POINT to negate it? You currently have 2 points!

>Y
>N

>>2785061
So we either failed and accidentally fucked this guy up too hard, or he fucks us up hard...

>>2785065
>Y

>>2785065
Y

>>2785065
Y

>>2785065
>>Y

>>2785065
>Y

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>>2785065
>FATE POINT USED
>You currently have 1 point left!

Your helmet crashes against your opponents, creating the sound of a miniature thundercrack as you do so. Your opponent reels backward, temporarily stunned, giving you the opening you needed. You grab the knight's breastplate collar and pull hard, throwing him down on the ground with a loud CLANG.

At this point, the last two Paladins who had been blocking off the top of the stairs had finally reached the bottom, but were clearly distracted by the sight of their comrades laid out all over the floor. You had the opportunity to slip away but...

>Better get away while you can.
>You're duty bound to punish ALL of them.
>Other

>>2785101
>Better get away while you can.

>>2785101

>You're duty bound to punish ALL of them.

>>2785101
>>Better get away while you can.

Don't wanna let Morgan get jealous by spending time with these guys.

>>2785101
>Better get away while you can.

>>2785101
>>Better get away while you can.

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>>2785101
You decided that in this instance, discretion was the better part of valor and quickly make your escape from the scene, leaving behind a number of dazed and confused Paladins strewn about on the ground.

Thankfully, none of the clerics you pass by in the hall pay you any heed, and you make it to the courtyard with no further trouble. However, upon arriving, you notice that Engel has already calmed down, nuzzling his head against Morgan while Solana was apparently healing the arrow wounds he had suffered the day earlier.

"Oh you poor thing." Solana coos as she presses her hands against Engel's side. "War beasts always have it the hardest."

"I'm still kinda amazed that you actually tamed one." Valentia says, looking at the scene with her arms crossed.

"Almost sounds like you're jealous." Morgan grins.

"O-of course not!" Valentia huffs and she finally catches sight of you. "There you are! Where the heck have you been?!"

>Had a little run in with some Paladins of yours...
>Just got a little lost. That's all.
>Other

>>2785164
>Had a little run in with some Paladins of yours...

>>2785164
>>Just got a little lost. That's all.

>>2785164
>Had a little run in with some Paladins of yours...

>>2785164
>Just got a little lost. That's all.

>>2785164
>Just got a little lost. That's all.

>>2785164
>Just got a little lost. That's all.

I was taking a little walk, and found some paladins who fell down some stairs.

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>>2785164
You just simply shrug. The whole little run in with the Paladins wasn't worth mentioning.

"Huh, well, you better be careful in the halls then, if you lose your way here so easily." Valentia cautions.

"All right! We're all done here!" Solana says cheerfully.

"Okay, Engel, go!" Morgan stands up and points to the sky.

Immediately, Engel flaps his wings, blasting everybody in the courtyard with powerful gusts of wind as the giant eagle claws his way into the air. Finally, he gains enough lift and rises higher in the sky going wherever an eagle goes during the day. Probably to hunt.

Now, with that little bit of business done, how about we get some breakfast?" Solana smiles. "I'm making pancakes today!"

"Really-?" Valentia's eyes brighten before she catches herself and coughs, regaining her composure. "Sounds nice."

"Huh? What are those?" Morgan blinks curiously.

"Oh dear, don't tell me you've never had pancakes before!" Solana gasps. "What about you, Templar?"

>You've heard of them...
>They're not bad, you guess.
>The what now?
>Other

>>2785203
>>The what now?

>>2785203
>The what now?

>>2785203
>The what now?

>>2785203
>The what now?

>>2785203
>The what now?
Templar only ever has oats and squats.

>>2785203
>Can make it with a smiley face?

>>2785203
>The what now?

Is this some kind of sausage or porridge? Or is it sausage AND porridge? Oh shit, what if it's sausage IN porridge?

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>>2785203
You just tilt your head curiously at Solana. Honestly you've never heard of that type of food before.

"Oh dear." Solana gasps as she puts a hand up to her mouth in horror. "I knew the Templars generally live a very ascetic lifestyle, but I never knew it was THIS bad!"

Solana then rolls up the sleeves her shirt and then storms off at a blistering speed.

"Valentia! I'm starting breakfast now! Make sure our guests reach the dining hall!"

"All right, Mom!" Valentia nods as she turns to you and Morgan, giving you a look as if you were both some sort of strange monster. "You two seriously never had pancakes?"

You both shake your heads.

"Really?"

"Well, I've basically lived my entire life eking out a living in the middle of the forest with minimal contact with civilization like a hermit." Morgan points out. "And the Templar here comes from an order that pretty much hates all forms of fun."

"You make a great point." Valentia nods. "Which makes this day extra special, then!"

And just like that, Valentia gets behind you and Morgan and starts practically shoving you forward.

Instead of going to the main section of the dining hall, where all of the standard ranking clerics and Paladins ate their meals, Valentia guided you up to a higher level, where you saw a flawlessly set table on a balcony overlooking the Cathedral grounds, as well as a good chunk of Eisenwand. Sitting at the head of the table was Solaire himself, in a rare moment where he was out of his armor. It seemed like he was busy reading a stack of papers, a pair of spectacles on his eyes betraying his advanced age.

"You're here early, Dad." Valentia frowns. "Figured you'd be sleeping in."

"And miss your mother's pancakes? Never!" Solaire laughs and he turns and sees you and Morgan. "I hope you two have had a good night's rest?"

You nod.

"Yes, we did." Morgan responds. "I'm surprised how... luxurious everything was."

"We do need to appease the odd noble or two from time to time, and they have very particular needs." Solaire nods. "And, well, nobody has been giving you any trouble, have they? I know the current situation between our orders is not exactly ideal at the moment..."

>No, nothing happened.
>Actually...
>Other

>>2785250
>>No, nothing happened.

>>2785250
>Actually...

what's the point of knocking people down if you can't brag about it?

>>2785250
>No, nothing happened.

>>2785250
>>No, nothing happened.

>>2785250
>Actually...

>>2785250
>Other
Nothing we can't handle.

>>2785250
>No, nothing happened.

Nobody hurt us yet.

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>>2785250
You just shrug and shake your head. No point in worrying Solaire about that minor scuffle.

"Ah, that's good to hear." Solaire nods as he sets his papers and spectacles aside. "Vally, did you wash you hands first?"

"Yes, daaaaaaaaad." Valentia groans. "I ALWAYS do that before eating. Why do you have to keep asking that?"

"Just to make sure." Solaire chuckles.

"All right everybody, ready to dig in?" Solana says cheerfully as she walks in, carrying a tray full of some sort of flat, disc shaped pastry.

"Of course!" Valentia nods rapidly. Apparently this was one of the few times Valentia was willing to let her youth shine.

"It smells really good..." Morgan's mouth begins to water.

>You admit, it does look really good.
>Looks mighty heretical.
>Other

>>2785297
>>You admit, it does look really good.

>>2785297
>You admit, it does look really good.

>>2785297
>You admit, it does look really good.

>>2785297
>Looks mighty heretical.

>>2785297
>Looks mighty heretical.

>>2785297
>>You admit, it does look really good.

>>2785297
>You don't see what the big deal is. Clearly this is just some form of flatbread; nothing too unlike anything you've had before.
Clearly.

>>2785297
>Looks mighty heretical.

>>2785323
>>2785297
I sbould have read this first.

This is better.

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>>2785297
Well, you do have to admit, it DOES look very, VERY good.

You see Valentia eagerly slather her share of pancakes in what looks to be butter and some sort of syrup before cutting one of the pancakes apart and wolfing the smaller pieces down.

Learning from your example, you apply some butter and syrup to your piece and take a cautious bite of it...

>Roll 1d20

>>2785297
>>You admit, it does look really good.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2785333

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>2785333

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Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2785333

Does it taste like sex?

>>2785333

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>2785333

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Rolled 12, 15, 8 = 35 (3d20)

>>2785333
...

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>>2785356
The moment the piece of pancake touches your tongue, your vision explodes with color at the same time that your mouth explodes with pure flavor. The sweetness of the syrup, the smoothness of the butter, the fluffy texture of the pancake itself, and all of the myriad flavors and magic you were sure Solana had worked into the dough. It all just came together.

You could swear it was almost divine in nature.

"Hey, are you okay?" Morgan asks cautiously, tapping you on the shoulder. "You're not getting food poisoning or anything, are you?"

You shake your head. Your armor suddenly feels hot and heavy. You body shakes as it craves for more. MORE. There was an entire pile of pancakes on the table in front of you just within your reach...

>You need to try and exercise self restraint like any Templar should!
>Give yourself in to the temptation.
>Other

>>2785365
>>Give yourself in to the temptation.

>>2785365
>You need to try and exercise self restraint like any Templar should!
And then it turns out there are actual drugs in these pancakes.

>>2785365
>Give yourself in to the temptation.

We'll discipline ourselves later.

>>2785365
>Give yourself in to the temptation.
>Other: "Delicious..."

So good that the templar had words for it.

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>>2785365
>>You need to try and exercise self restraint like any Templar should!

Stuff some in Morgan's mouth to show her what we're going through.

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>>2785365
You simply grab the entire platter of pancakes for yourself as you wolf them down as quickly as possible, self restraint be damned.

Morgan and Valentia just look on dumbfounded, while Solaire laughs heartily at the sight and Solana only smiles.

"Haha! I suppose the Templar does have a weakness after all!" Solaire chuckles.

The next few minutes are sort of a blur, but the next thing you remember was suddenly feeling full and bloated for the first time in... well, a long time. As a Templar, your diet was often strictly controlled, so this was certainly a fresh sensation to be feeling.

"He ate the whole plate..." Valentia observes, crestfallen.

"Don't worry, dear, I can always make more!" Solana assures her. "Still, I never expected the Templar to take such a liking to them!"

"Me neither..." Morgan nods.

"Nah, it's fine. I was gonna head down to the training field anyways." Valentia says. "Hey, Templar, wanna come with?"

>Some training with Valentia could be good.
>You should really discuss what happened last night with Solaire.
>You really should be heading back to the Monastery.
>Other

>>2785388
>>Some training with Valentia could be good.

It certainly has been a while since we've sparred with her.

>>2785388
>>Some training with Valentia could be good.

>>2785388
>You really should be heading back to the Monastery.

>>2785388
>You should really discuss what happened last night with Solaire.

>>2785388
>But... pancakes...
>Ahem. You meant to say: some training with Valentia could be good.

>>2785388
>Some training with Valentia could be good.

>>2785388
>You should really discuss what happened last night with Solaire.

>>2785388
>Some training with Valentia could be good.

>>2785388
>Some training with Valentia could be good.

Gotta burn off those pancakes. We indulged, now we self-flagellate.

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>>2785388
You nod at Valentia as you get up. Some training with her could do some good. You could teach the child a few tricks maybe.

Plus it would help work off this bloated sensation you were feeling.

"I'll stay behind and help Solana clean up." Morgan says rather quickly. "I'll meet up wiht you later."

You nod at that and follow Valentia out of the dining hall and towards the training field.

As you navigate the winding halls of the Cathedral, Valentia acts as your guide, leading you through the correct path. You were still somewhat dazed by the pancakes, after all.

>Just watch Valentia go through her routine.
>Maybe you could cahllenger her!
>Other

>>2785414
>>Other
Start with a lighter work up routine or basic drills. Work the pancakes off, then Challenge her!

>>2785414
>Just watch Valentia go through her routine.
Those pancakes affected Templar so much his thoughts have typos.

>>2785414
>>2785417
Yup

>>2785414
>>Just watch Valentia go through her routine.

>>2785414
>Just watch Valentia go through her routine.

Could Morgan be asking about the recipe?

>>2785414
>Maybe you could cahllenger her!

>>2785414
>>2785417

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>>2785414
Hm, well, this time you figured you stand back and observe Valentia for the moment. See if she's approved or change since last you saw her.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2785442

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2785442

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2785442

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2785442

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Rolled 12, 18, 14 = 44 (3d20)

>>2785442
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>>2785451
You watch keenly as Valentia hacks away at a training dummy, the sort that would retaliate if attacked by spinning around every time it was hit.

While Valentia's form was perfectly serviceable, you noticed that there was room for improvement in her fight style. In particular, she needed work on her...

>Offensive skills.
>Defensive skills.
>Other

>>2785455
>>Defensive skills.

>>2785455
>Offensive skills.

>>2785455
>>Offensive skills.

>>2785455
>Offensive skills.

>>2785455
>Offensive skills.

>>2785455
>>Offensive skills.

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>>2785455
You figure that Valentia needed to work on her offensive skills a bit. Her attack moves were still a bit slow and sluggish, so you showed her some basic but proper moves and techniques for properly using her short sword in practice. It wasn't anything too complex or groundbreaking, but Valentia seemed to appreciate your advice all the same.

However, you still couldn't quite shake the feeling that innocent times like theses weren't going to last for much longer.

>And that's it for tonight! With the conclusion of Macross, we're going to change things up, so I'll be running Frontier Knight twice a week on Friday and Saturday! So see you on Friday!

>>2785495
Thanks for running Merc!

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>>2785495
>you still couldn't quite shake the feeling that innocent times like theses weren't going to last for much longer

>>2785495
Thanks for running so late Merc!