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>>5101333
“You want me to do what now?” Asks a puzzled Dorothea.

You explain the situation once she arrives back to the room you two share. Dorothea is one of your closest friends here, in addition to being one of the better mages in the Black Eagles. You feel confident that you can rely on her to assist you in this matter.

Dorothea sighs, hand on her brow as she takes in what you just shared. “A peasant uprising, huh? Why does it feel like we’re always fighting against the common-folk lately?”

>“Believe me, I don’t like it anymore than you do. But I owe the Count a great debt. I understand if you’d say no.”

Dorothea stays quiet for a few moments, perhaps contemplating your offer, before relenting. “No fair, kid. You know I can’t say no to that face. Fine, I’ll come. Just so long as we’re back before the White Heron Cup.”

The White Heron Cup is a long-standing tradition at Garreg Mach. Every year, a grand ball is held to celebrate the founding of the monastery. During the festivities, certain students from each house square off against each other in a contest to determine who among them is the most graceful dancer. It’s a bit silly, you think. This is the Officer’s Academy, what does dancing have to do with war? You’ve never danced in your life, so you had zero intention of participating. Dorothea though, is a likely favorite to win this year, given her background in the Mitterland Opera Company.

>“I promise. We’ll be back in no time!” A bold thing to promise, given that you have zero understanding of the situation you’re walking in to, but it seems to make Dorothea feel better at least.

“Good! This is my chance to shine, after all. A lot of rich types will be at the ball this month. Maybe after I win, I’ll have some luck in snagging one!”

That’s one down.

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>>5101335
For your second pick, you decide to visit a friend that you feel you haven’t interacted much with lately. You find Caspar in the Mess Hall, noisily slurping away at a large bowl of noodles.

“Blair! Good to see you!” He shouts, before coughing from failing to finish chewing his food.

You explain the situation to him. Caspar takes as little convincing to tag along as you thought he would. The boy is always eager to get into a brawl, no matter who or where the enemy may be. He’s also the son of one of the highest-ranking nobles in the Empire. Showing the Count that you’ve made some high-status friends may end up impressing him a bit. As soon as you’re done filling Caspar in, he eagerly raises a fist, and pledges himself to your cause.

“I’ll be there, Blair! We don’t have a mission scheduled for this month, so this is perfect. Hopefully those rebels will put up long enough of a fight that we can miss that stupid ball this month. I hate having to dance.” Caspar grumbles.

>“Yes, I’m sure we’ll miss the whole thing!”

That’s two down. You figure one more couldn’t hurt, but the question is who. You’re currently torn between two choices; Corrine or Felix. Both are front-line fighters who would compliment your unit composition well, and you have a good enough relationship that either one is likely to accept.

>A): Choose Corrine
>B): Choose Felix

>>5101337
>B): Choose Felix

>>5101337
>A): Choose Corrine
Felix a shit.

>>5101337
>A): Choose Corrine

>>5101337
>A): Choose Corrine

>>5101337
>A): Choose Corrine

When given the choice, always the OC. Especially Corrine, who is based and I dearly do not wish to eventually have to kill.

>>5101335
by the game's mechanics, Blair would actually be able to win the White Heron Cup right now, even before any potential practice. much like dancer dimitri, I would find dancer Blair extremely funny
>>5101337
>>B): Choose Felix
IMO corrine has gotten enough screentime for now

>>5101337
>B): Choose Felix

>>5101337
>A): Choose Corrine

>>5101337
My boy? Or my gal? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm fuck it
>Corrine
Hoes before bros amirite?

>>5101337
>>B): Choose Felix

>>5101337
Oh hey, back already
>A): Choose Corrine
On the one hand, it's been way to long since we last hung out with the swordtist. On the other, I've really warmed up to Corrine and would like to work closer with her and see her reaction to the count.

>>5101337
>>B): Choose Felix

>>5101337
>>A): Choose Corrine

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>>5101337
You settle on bringing Corrine along. When in doubt, best to stick with those in your own house. You’re able to find her after your class and explain the situation.

“If I’m to understand correctly, you’re asking me out on a date?” Asks a shocked Corrine, hands to her face. “Why that’s positively scandalous! What will the others say? We’d have to run away…”

>You sigh. “For the record, you’re not the only person I asked to come along.”

“You didn’t ask me first?” Corrine asks, mock hurt in her voice. “Well, I suppose I can overlook this slight just this once. I’m happy to help you slaughter this rabble. What are friends for after all?”

Before you can answer, your conversation is interrupted.

“Lady Edelgard!” Corrine exclaims. “A pleasure to see you.”

“Likewise, Corrine.” Edelgard says, joining the two of you. “Blair, I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help but overhear. Did you say you’d be returning to Rusalka this month?”

You fill Edelgard in on the details. Given that she’ll one day rule over Rusalka as Emperor, you figure it only right she knows of the current trouble.

“A miner’s revolt?” Says Edelgard, a hint of concern in her voice. “That’s not good. History shows uprisings like these can start off small, before erupting into major catastrophe if not handled appropriately. I understand working in those mines is no easy task, but I’m shocked to hear things have come to this. From my understanding, Lord Rusalka has always been a generous and compassionate leader to his people.”

>“I don’t know the full details, but I intend to support the Count to the fullest.”

Edelgard nods. “With you on his side, I know that you’ll both get through this.” She turns to Corrine. “Would you mind giving us a moment?”

“Of course, Lady Edelgard.” Corrine turns to you and smiles. “See you at the gates tomorrow then, Blair.” She then departs.

“I never got a chance to thank you for your work in Remire Village.” Edelgard says to you. “My heart aches that we were unable to save everyone, but thanks to you, we at least were able to ensure the entire village was not wiped out.”

>“It was my pleasure, my lady. I just wish I could have done more.” You try to sound as natural as possible, as if being complimented by your future Emperor isn’t a big deal.

“I know this isn’t entirely appropriate to say right now, given the circumstances, but should you find yourself seeking employment after graduation, I’d be happy to have you under me.”

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>>5102870
>“My lady?” That was an unexpected proposition.

“I told you, you don’t have to call me that.” She chastises you. “The Professor says you’re becoming quite the budding tactician. Once I take over Adrestia, there are many changes I’d like to enact, particularly to the military. I could use someone like you as a Commander.”

>“My l-Edelgard.” You quickly correct yourself. “I don’t understand, aren’t those positions typically reserved for those of noble blood?”

“Precisely one of the changes I have in mind, and why I think you’d be perfect for it.” Edelgard smiles. “I understand it’s a lot to think about before you head out, but I wanted a chance to be able to tell you. I’ll be looking forward to hearing how you handle things in Rusalka.”

>“I won’t let you down!”

You have even more reason to perform well this month knowing that a potential career path may be on the line. With all your allies accounted for, you’re almost ready to embark towards Rusalka tomorrow. You quickly run through your head if you require anything from the marketplace.

>Current Gold: 1300g
>Items Available for Purchase:
Killer Lance: 3500g
Axereaver: 1500g
Magic Staff (+3 to magical attack): 2500g
Steel Sword: 650g
Vulnerary(x3): 100g
Elixir: 600g
Iron Shield: (+2 Def, -2 SPD): 700g
Silver Shield: (+4 DEF, -2 SPD): 2000g
Strength/Magic/Speed/Defense Rings: (+2 to Corresponding Stat) (3000g each)


>Items Available to Sell: Silver Lance (1000g), Flame Lance (2000g), Blessed Lance (1500g), Iron Sword+ (250g), Javelin (225g) Vulnerary(x3) (25g each)

Choose any combination of the following:
>A) Select something to buy.
>B) Select something to sell.
>C) Do nothing.

>>5102873
Oooh, that staff looks juicy. A +3 on top of the damage from Blair's spells will be great, especially when dealing with tanky foes with little resistance. Sadly we don't have the coin just yet, even if we sell the sword and javelins which are kinda obsolete with magic.
>C) Do nothing.
Also damn Edelgard, that's one hell of an offer. I'm sure 'father' will be pleased.

>>5102873
>>C) Do nothing.
We really do need to pick options that give us money in the future before it's too late, maybe next time we get a break we can do some jobs and get money, can't life off of the counts allowances

>>5102873
>C) Do nothing.

Edel doing her fucking best to sell us on remaining Empire post timeskip.

>>5102873
>>C) Do nothing.
Yeah we need to make some more money

>>5102873
>>A) Select something to buy.
3x Vulnerary. Stock em up.

>>5102873
>C) Do nothing.
I'd consider an axereaver for wyvern lords but Blair has magic now and can sidestep weapon priority
to that end I wouldn't oppose her using a magic staff for her accessory slot, now that she has darting blow. not as good as if her magic stat was higher but she's a very solid mixed threat, fast and has surprising bulk with her high HP

>>5102873
>A) Select something to buy.
>Vulnerary(x3) x2 - 200 Gold
Vulneraries are seeing a surprisingly high use this quest and we've been going through a lot of them. We should stack up on more.

I really hope we end up siding with the Church over Edelgard.

I find Edelgard to be a very compelling antagonist, but I don't like her as the hero. I also don't think her and Blair's personalities gel very well, especially Edelgard's willingness to consort with Men in Dark Cloaks.

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>>5102873
You decide on staying frugal for another month and purchasing no additional equipment. Evidently war is an expensive interest, particularly when you’re an unemployed full-time student living off a meager stipend from your benefactor, who may not be in that position for much longer depending on your actions.

With such thoughts racing through your head, it’s no wonder you don’t sleep well that night. The next morning, you and Dorothea head over to the gates of Garreg Mach to get ready to depart. This is the largest unit you’ve had command of so far, and it will no doubt get larger once you reach Rusalka. A fact that makes you a tad nervous. You find that your regular unit is already there waiting for you, as reliable as always.

“You’ve got your nose too into those books, new kid!” Martha declares to Ashe. “There’s no place on the battlefield for a hopeless romantic!”

“R-reading is just a hobby of mine…” says Ashe.

“Martha, please. You’re being rude.” Interjects Xavier. “Ashe joined us from the Blue Lions. The least we can do is give him a warm welcome.”

“Rude, schmood! I’m not letting the new kid upstage me in front of Blair!”

“Too loud.” Says Kate, flatly, and with no investment in the conversation. The girl is crouched over, observing two beetles fighting over a leaf.

“Quite the uhh…colorful cast you have here.” Says Dorothea.

>“Yes…my pride and joy.” You fight the urge to bury your face in your hands just as Corrine and Caspar join you.

“Yoohoo! Blair! I’m ready for our date!” Yells Corrine. “Ohhh, I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have yelled that out. I know our love is forbidden, but when I’m with you I can’t help but shout it to the heavens!”

“Ehh? What are you talking about?” Asks Caspar. “Date? I’m here to bust some heads!”

“Ahh…speaking of color. Looks like we’ve got some more paint for the canvas.” Says Dorothea.

>“I assure you, they were all picked for their skill and not their ability to embarrass me.”

With everyone present, you venture forth towards Rusalka, a trip that’s expected to take at least four days following the given trail. As your group is setting camp on the first night, you’re approached by Ashe.

“I’m glad I’m getting to help you for a change. I feel as though I’ve relied on you for support all year.”

>“Don’t mention it. What are friends for?”

“I’m curious, it seems like we both had a pretty similar upbringing. We were both commoners, taken under the wing of a noble lord. So, tell me, what is Rusalka like? And the Count?”

>A): Recall a happy moment
>B): Recall an exciting moment
>C): Recall a sad moment

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Happy New Year /thq/. Looking forward to another year with all of you.

>>5104548
>C): Recall a sad moment
We should be fine as long as we don't end up near lakes, or other bodies of water we could go fishing in.

>>5104548
>>C): Recall a sad moment

Happy new year folks! Glad to play this quest with all of you. Im kinda sad the count is probably a slitherer now. Id hoped he was secretly a good dude.,

>>5104548
>C): Recall a sad moment
ah, if only there was a bittersweet option~
Happy new years to you too Tree

>>5104548
>A): Recall a happy moment

>>5104548
>>B): Recall an exciting moment

>>5104548
>A): Recall a happy moment
Lets show our boy a good memory, he's already got too much sad in his life.

>>5104548
>C): Recall a sad moment
Ashe's life with Lonato is mostly happy, so let's get some of that delicious contrast going.

>>5104548
>>B): Recall an exciting moment
Curious to see what would be considered exciting to Blair
>>5104551
Happy New Year’s THQM and anons

>>5104548
>>A): Recall a happy moment

>>5104551
I’ve been wondering if we’re going to have the timeskip or play out the things that happened between

>>5104548
>A): Recall a happy moment

>>5104548
>as reliable as always
lol
>>B): Recall an exciting moment
happy new year tree!

>>5104548
>>C): Recall a sad moment

>>5104551
To the New Year. And hopefully more.

>>5104548
>A): Recall a happy moment

It feels like Edelgard's trying to gaslight us into thinking Count Rusalka has something sinister going on. As far as we're aware, however, he's a great guy.

>>5104548
>B): Recall an exciting moment

>>5104548
>A): Recall a happy moment

>>5105080
Perhaps she's vaguely hinting at the molemen getting him? Though Blair would have no reason to know about that. Maybe if we took on that one spy, but it's too late now.

>>5104548
>A): Recall a happy moment

>>5104548
>>B): Recall an exciting moment

>>5104548
>A): Recall a happy moment
>>5105080
Where are you getting that vibe from?

Happy-anons have it. Writing.

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>>5104548
Good question. The five years you spent at Rusalka’s court have been a whirlwind of emotion that you find difficult to sum up with a short answer. Given Ashe’s last few months though, perhaps it would be best to dwell on the happier moments as opposed to some of the gloomier ones.

>“Well…let’s see.” You say, settling on the event in question you wish to share with the boy. It was about two years after coming to court, so you’d have been 14 at the time.

“You’ve done it now, missy!” The heavy-set maid snarled at you. She led you along the corridor with one hand firmly grasped on your ear, painfully ensuring that there was no escape from her clutches. You both stop at a sturdy wooden door leading into a small side chamber of Castle Rusalka.

“M’lord!” The maid announces herself, knocking firmly on the door. “It’s Matilda. Might I have a moment of your time? It concerns Blair, she’s done something most dreadful.”

You try squirming away again, but the maid does not relent her grip.

A short silence follows, before a voice from the other side of the door replies. “You may enter, Matilda.”

The maid swings the door open and leads you inside, where you find yourself face to face with Count Charles d’Rusalka. The man is sitting behind a well-made wooden desk, neatly covered in papers no doubt detailing the various ongoings of the land.

“M’lord! Blair was practicing that dreadful magic of hers outside the training grounds and managed to set a travelling merchant’s wagon ablaze! His entire stock of inventory was ruined and he’s demanding we compensate him!”

>“It was an accident!” You whine. “I just lost control for a bit is all!” Admittedly, it was your fault. The castle had strict rules about magic outside of the appropriate area, and the court mage had only recently discovered a few days ago that you had the talent in the first place.

“What was the merchant peddling?” The Count asks.

“A month’s supply of carrots, m’lord. For the castle’s stock.”

The Count’s brow furrows in distaste for the briefest of moments, before opening a drawer containing his purse. He pulls out a few golden coins, walking over to where you are held as Matilda’s hostage.

“Give these to the merchant.” The Count says to his maid. “This should cover the cost of his crop and wagon, with much more to spare. Please be sure to give him my sincerest apology. You can leave Blair here.”

The maid departs from the room, and you find yourself wishing you could go with her. You’d rather face that angry merchant that the Count right now. You brace yourself for a scolding.

“Come with me, Blair.” The Count says softly.

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>>5107126
You follow behind your much taller adoptive father, wondering where he’s taking you. Perhaps he’s escorting you to your room so you can pack your belongings and leave? Or perhaps he’s taking you to the execution block! Your heart is thudding faster than you can think. The next thing you know though, you find that you aren’t at your room or in front of the hangman’s noose, but in the training grounds of the castle. A few soldiers are at work practicing, but they all cease their activity one by one as they spot the Count, saluting him.

“At ease!” The Count shouts. He leads you towards the back of the training grounds, where a few target dummies are set up.

“Lost control of your magic, you say? Well, that’s no good, but I suppose it’s understandable. I remember when I first learned that I had the talent. I pulled a similar stunt to what you did.”

>“Y-you set a wagon on fire?” You ask.

“A stable, actually.” He replies. “Well, I suppose my mishap was a bit worse.” The Count sighs. “You’ll have to forgive me, Blair. I’ve been so caught up with my affairs lately, I fear I haven’t had as much time as I’d have liked to ensure you’re receiving the proper instruction. Here, allow me to show you how it’s done.”

With a flick of his hand, one of the training dummies bursts into flames. The fire spell The Count used radiates brightly, and you can feel the heat even from where you’re standing.

“Now, you try.”

>“But…”

“You’ll be fine, I promise. You mustn’t let your concentration waver. Focus on the target ahead of you. Magic is a fickle thing. It’s not as simple as sticking something with the pointed end of your sword. You must gather from that well of power inside you and not lose your grip. Now, try and focus solely on what’s in front of you. No distractions.”

You set your sights on the dummy and extend your hands out, concentrating on drawing your magical energy, but unfortunately, all that emerges from your hands is a sad spurt of smoke.

The Count laughs. “Perhaps you used up all your energy lighting those carrots on fire. No matter. Starting this week, we’ll begin practicing in earnest.”

>“Y-you’re not mad?”

“Accidents happen, Blair. The important thing is no one was hurt. Besides, you may have done me a small blessing in disguise.” With another wave of his hand, the training dummy you were focusing on is instantly destroyed by sharp gusts of wind, cutting the poor scarecrow into several tiny pieces. “I hate carrots.”

You snap back to reality. You find that as you finish recalling the story to Ashe, there’s a trace of a smile on your face. You hadn’t thought about that memory for a while, but it’s one of your favorites from your time at the castle. A memory of a life you never felt you deserved, given to you by your father’s sacrifice and the Count’s kindness.

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>>5107129
“He sounds like a great man.” Ashe concedes. “He reminds me a lot of how Lonato was.” The boy gives you a determined look and punches his hand. “If he’s in a bind, we’ll get him out of it for sure!”

>You smile. “You’d better do your best. If it wasn’t for him, we’d likely have never met!”

Ashe blushes. “T-that’s right! I owe him big time, it seems.”

After a few more days of some uneventful marching, you finally reach the border of Rusalka. The territory is known as a mountainous region, making it somewhat difficult to traverse, and the group ends up having to move a bit slower than usual to keep their footing. As your party is coming down a steep path, Ashe calls your attention.

“Blair, looks like we have some company.”

As your look ahead, you spot about a dozen or so men, observing your group in the distance. It’s hard to make out who they are, but from what you can tell they appear well armed and clad in armor. The lead man in front appears to be on horseback.

>A): Approach the group together in a friendly manner and introduce yourself
>B): Fly over on Beathan by yourself and state your intentions
>C): Approach the group while prepared for combat if needed
>D): Write-in

>>5107138
>A): Approach the group together in a friendly manner and introduce yourself
What could possibly go wrong; we're here to help with a miner's revolt, not a civil war.

>>5107138
>A): Approach the group together in a friendly manner and introduce yourself

>>5107138
>A): Approach the group together in a friendly manner and introduce yourself

Unless the miners are having a surprisingly well-off militia to fight in their stead, these are probably the Count's foot soldiers.

>>5107138
>>A): Approach the group together in a friendly manner and introduce yourself

>>5107138
>B): Fly over on Beathan by yourself and state your intentions

>>5107138
>>A): Approach the group together in a friendly anner and introduce yourself

>>5107138
>B): Fly over on Beathan by yourself and state your intentions
These are likely the Count's men, let's not put them on alert by marching towards them.

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>>5107138
>“Let’s say hello.” You have no idea who these men may be, but from your understanding, the uprising has been kept contained to the mines so far. These soldiers may just be the border guard.

Your suspicions prove true as you near the men and get a glimpse of their armor. Each of them bear quality weapons and armor forged in this territory. Rusalka has a plethora of mines, many of which produce the ore necessary to make equipment for the Imperial Army. While the Rusalkan Army is not the largest the Adrestian Empire can muster, it is amongst its most well-equipped.

The lead horseman trots over to you, in a manner demonstrating he’s nor particularly threatened by you or your group. He stops directly in front of you and offers a salute. “Greetings, ma’am. My name is Gerald. I’m the captain of the scouting party you see behind me. Am I to take it that you’re Blair d’Rusalka?”

>That’s a surprise. You’re not exactly famous around these parts. “Yes, that would be correct. How did you know?”

Gerald sizes you up, a curious look on his face. Whether its because he’s estimating your abilities or because he’s never seen an ebony pegasus before is anyone’s guess. “Commander Wedge said you’d be coming this way. He’s asked us to escort you to the castle. We have some spare horses for those in your party that require them. We can be back at the castle within a few hours.”

>“Wedge sent you?” The last time you’d seen Wedge, he was bludgeoning you over the head with a training sword. He told you Garreg Mach would be a much tougher ordeal than he was, but so far that hasn’t proven to be the case. “An escort? Has the situation here really gotten that bad?”

Gerald shrugs. “Not yet, though I suspect that may soon change. In any event, the Commander thought it would be better to err on the side of caution.”

>“I understand, thank you. Please, lead the way.”

Your group falls in with the Rusalkan unit, which seems to number about 15 in total. Judging by their mannerisms and the quality of their gear, these aren’t conscripts, but full-fledged members of the Rusalkan Army.

You march Beathan alongside Gerald’s horse at the head of the column. The captain looks at your pegasus again with some apprehension but doesn’t say anything.

>“Excuse me, Captain? I had some questions about what’s going on. The letter I received was sparce on details. Would you be able to fill me in on a few things?”

“Commander Wedge and The Count will likely fill you in upon arrival, but I suppose I can answer any questions you have in the meanwhile. To the best of my ability at least.”

>Choose three questions to ask.

>A): Who or what is leading these miners to revolt?
>B): What do the enemy’s numbers look like?
>C): Where is the rebellion located?
>D): Where is Lord Rex?
>E): What is your opinion on the recent ongoings?
>F): You keep staring at my Pegasus. Is there a problem?
>G): Write-in

>>5108315
>C): Where is the rebellion located?
>D): Where is Lord Rex?
>F): You keep staring at my Pegasus. Is there a problem?
The issue is probably that blair2cute.

>>5108315
>Where is the rebellion located?
>Where is Lord Rex?
>Is the Count in good health?

>>5108315
>A): Who or what is leading these miners to revolt?
>B): What do the enemy’s numbers look like?
>F): You keep staring at my Pegasus. Is there a problem?

>>5108315
>>A): Who or what is leading these miners to revolt?
>>B): What do the enemy’s numbers look like?
>F): You keep staring at my Pegasus. Is there a problem?
Really hope D'rusalka isn't like a superstitious county where they think black horses are like cursed or something, with the count himself being a mage that prolly isn't the case... I hope

>>5108315
>A): Who or what is leading these miners to revolt?
>E): What is your opinion on the recent ongoings?
>F): You keep staring at my Pegasus. Is there a problem?

>>5108315
>A): Who or what is leading these miners to revolt?
>D): Where is Lord Rex?
>F): You keep staring at my Pegasus. Is there a problem?

>>5108315
>>A): Who or what is leading these miners to revolt?
>>B): What do the enemy’s numbers look like?
>>C): Where is the rebellion located?

>>5108315
>B): What do the enemy’s numbers look like?
>C): Where is the rebellion located?
>F): You keep staring at my Pegasus. Is there a problem?

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>>5108315
>“Thank you, Captain. I guess, let’s start with these miners. Why are they in revolt against the Count, and who’s leading them?”

Gerald rubs his chin in contemplation, as if wondering how honest he should be with you. “Well, seems the conditions they’ve been working in aren’t exactly the best. Mining in this county has never been easy, but there’s been a lot of accidents recently. More so than in anytime I can remember. The safety standards seem to have gone out the window, while the at the same time, production has increased almost triple. Over the last year or so, there’s been steady streams of men coming in and out of those mines, banging rocks at all hours of day. I suppose they finally had enough.”

>“Production has increased? Why Is that?”

Gerald shrugs his head. “No one knows but the Count. Though, given what that ore is typically used for, I’m sure you can imagine what most people here seem to be thinking.”

You remember your last conversation with Rex. He had insinuated something about war that you wrote off as just…well Rex being Rex. Perhaps he may have been onto something.

“As for who’s leading them, well, that would be Douglas.” Gerald leans over his horse and spits at the mention of the name. “He’s a veteran of the Dagda and Brigid War. Put down his weapons after it was over to work the mines, like many other veterans did. He’s a hard bastard. Experienced too. He knows he’s hurting us hard by stopping production.”

>“Where are they located? And what do their numbers look like exactly?”

“Akzeriuth Mine. They’ve got the placed walled off, and to our estimates, they’ve got dozens of miners in on this thing. The Count is concerned if we fall on them too hard, they’re liable to collapse the whole damn mine.”

>“Akzeriuth? I don’t recall hearing the name?”

“That’s cause it’s brand new. Recently discovered over a year ago I believe. Supposedly, it produces some sort of rare new metal no one’s seen before. So, you can bet it’s pretty damn valuable. It’s also managed to quickly develop the worst reputation amongst all the mines here.”

The trail your group is taking begins to grow increasingly familiar, and you can tell that you’ll arrive at your destination shortly.

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>>5109578
“One last question. You keep staring at my Pegasus. Don’t tell me you’re superstitious of this little guy.” You scratch Beathan’s head. Your mount stares at Gerald disapprovingly.

It’s hard to decipher what the look on the captain’s face means. He remains silent for a moment before answering. “There was an incident, just shortly before the rebellion began. An assassination attempt on the Count.”

>“What?!”

“Failed, of course. Though the culprit managed to kill close to a dozen guards on her own. Just as she was outside of the Count’s quarters, she was stopped by the Commander. The woman ran off while the castle guards pursued. It looks like they had her cornered on the roof when suddenly…” Gerald spits over the side of his horse again. “She leaps off, only to be whisked away by a pegasus. A black one. Quite the romantic getaway I’d say, if she hadn’t killed some of my men.”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. An assassination attempt on the Count. And no one told you!

“Given how rare those creatures are…”

>“You think I did it?!” You shout, getting hot. Suddenly, you feel the eyes of your companions, as well as the soldiers on you and Gerald.

“Easy there, princess. I wasn’t implying that at all. Your friend just caught me by surprise is all.”

You arrive outside the walls of Castle Rusalka. The castle, situated at the peak of a mountain top, cuts an impressive figure. Virtually unassailable, the walls of Castle Rusalka have supposedly stood intact for hundreds of years. You can see archers on the walls and in the towers, all facing towards the kill zone in front of the castle. You struggle to imagine how a pegasus managed to get through all these men.

“Welcome home.” Gerald says. “You’ll find that not much has changed, though you’ll have to forgive us if we seem a bit on edge.” A squire runs up to grab his horse’s reins. “My men will see that your friends are given the proper accommodations and lodging. What will you do now?”

>A): Take me to go see the Count, now please.
>B): Let me freshen up first. Is my room still intact?
>C): I’d like to walk around the castle first.
>D): Write-in

>>5109579
>A): Take me to go see the Count, now please

>>5109579
>>A): Take me to go see the Count, now please.

Gotta figure all this out, and if hes been replaced

>>5109579
>>A): Take me to go see the Count, now please.
Hm, a Dark Flier tried to kill dear papa? I smell rivalry a foot.
10 gold it's one of them slithers fucks, extra 10 that it's Monica spesifically

>>5109579
>A): Take me to go see the Count, now please.

>>5109579
>B): Let me freshen up first. Is my room still intact?
Gotta make ourselves presentable. Maybe we might run into someone who will be able to tell us if anything has changed?

>>5109579
>B): Let me freshen up first. Is my room still intact?

>>5109579
>A): Take me to go see the Count, now please.
>>5109625
I sincerely doubt it's one of the slitherers, considering what we've heard about the count himself has been pretty suspicious. If anything, I would guess our dear old acquaintance Hubert has slowly started Edelgard's purge.

>>5109579
>B): Let me freshen up first. Is my room still intact?
I want to see old dresses and stuff. Gotta look good for court.

>>5109579
>B): Let me freshen up first. Is my room still intact?
Also gives us an opportunity to read the air while we pretty up.

>>5109579
>B): Let me freshen up first. Is my room still intact?
Lets show our room to our future husband. Major embarassment inbound

>>5109579
>B): Let me freshen up first. Is my room still intact?

I’m sure everything will be fine

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>>5109579
>“We’ve been travelling for a few days now, I’d like to freshen up first before seeing the Count. Is my room still intact?”

Gerald spits to the side and shrugs. “Don’t know, I’d assume so? If that’s the case, I’ll let them know you’ll be taking a quck detour, and to expect you shortly. Don’t take too much time though, I imagine the Count and the Commander are hoping you can nip this thing in the bud sooner rather than later.”

You enter the castle while your friends are taken to their lodgings. Despite everything that’s happened, the castle hasn’t changed much in the last year. You spot the many familiar faces of the castle’s staff, many of whom stop to greet you and ask how your time at Garreg Mach has been. It feels good to be back home, surrounded by the people that helped raise you for five years, but you’re here to do a job. You say your greetings and then beeline back towards your room.

When you enter it, you’re relieved to see that it looks just as how you left it. While your old room is rather sparce, it does contain some personal affects that you’ve grown a bit fond of. A closet, full of a few modest dresses bought for you when you first arrived here. A sturdy desk that you recall spending a few nights at writing in your diary. And on your bed, a miniature stuffed bear, not unlike the ones you saw in Bernadetta’s room. A belonging you’ve treasured for a long time, first given to you by your real father when you were just a child. It’s one of the few possessions you still possess from your old life.

You stand there for a second taking it all in, until you’re interrupted by a voice from behind you.

“So…this is where you lived? It’s kind of cozy in here.” Dorothea says.

>You turn around, startled, to find Dorothea, Corrine and Ashe standing behind you. “W-what?! What are you guys doing here?”

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>>5111395
“We managed to sneak away to come check up on you.” Dorothea says, walking over to your closet and looking through your clothes, much as if she were on a trip to the market. “It was Corrine’s idea.”

“I wanted to see what little Blair’s upbringing was like!” Corrine adds, joining Dorothea in rifling through your clothes. She pulls out a formal, flowery white dress with frills that you’ve worn before during holidays. “Ohh, I bet you look just adorable in this one.”

“S-sorry.” Ashe winces. “I tried to stop them but…they can be pretty scary.”

>You sigh, face in your hands. “If you three are so eager to bust in here, how about you tell me what you think of this situation?”

Dorothea holds up one of your dresses, a yellow item with black polka dots, up to her chest, fitting it against herself in the mirror. “Miners, rebelling because they’re overworked and in danger? Hard to find fault with that. They may have a point.”

Ashe looks out your window, taking in the view over the cliffside. “I agree with Dorothea but…these men took hostages, correct? While they may have a point, I can’t agree with how they went about and made it.”

Corrine jumps on your bed, spreading out and pulling the covers over her. She holds your bear against her face. “Whatever their reason may be, you’ve been called here to stop them. Rusalka is an important part of the Empire. You don’t want to let the Count down…or Edelgard, for that matter.”

All good points, you admit. And good things to think about before your meeting with the Count.

>A): Dorothea is right. Perhaps if I speak with the Count, we can come to some sort of diplomatic agreement.
>B): Ashe is right. Saving those hostages is a priority, and those miners need to be stopped.
>C): Corrine is right. No matter the cost, those mines need to start producing again
>D): I should hear what the Count has to say first before settling on a position.
>E): Write-in

>>5111397
>A): Dorothea is right. Perhaps if I speak with the Count, we can come to some sort of diplomatic agreement.

This will let us meet the count just like option D

>>5111423
Just to clarify, any option you take will lead to speaking with the Count. This choice will determine what position you take with him.

>>5111397
>E): "If we can, we'll end this by talking down the miners. We don't know why they've done this, they could just be normal folk who have no other way of making their voices heard. If we're lucky there is no need for bloodshed. But if push comes to shove we can't hold back, not when they've got those hostages."
>You don't want to take another life of someone who's desperation has driven them off the edge. Not after what happened back then, at the Red Canyon. Not again. Not if you can help it.

>>5111397
>B): Ashe is right. Saving those hostages is a priority, and those miners need to be stopped.
>E):''Fair point Corrine but don't mess up my bed.''

>>5111397
>>E): Dorothea & Corrine are right. The rebellion needs to be put down even if it’s justified but putting it down with bloodshed without any form of improvement for future miners will just result in future rebellions with the possibility of permanent damage to the mines or even a last ditch by the current miners to just bring the mines down. We have to stop the rebellion to get those mines running through negotiation and minor bloodshed.
Not my best write-in, honestly should be asleep right now, but my idea is to negotiate with the miners while holding an upper hand for the count, through a little bit of killing and possibly hostage rescue, but still give quality of life improvements for the miners during the negotiations as well as an incentive of even better improvements for their lives if they provide a higher output
Also Corrine a cute

>>5111397
>>B): Ashe is right. Saving those hostages is a priority, and those miners need to be stopped.
>>E):''Fair point Corrine but don't mess up my bed.''

>>5111397
>>D): I should hear what the Count has to say first before settling on a position.

>>5111397
Support >>5111513
Part of why I wanted Dorothea around was precisely because solving this diplomatically would be ideal. That said, stomping into court and just telling the Count that is just going to have him tell us that we're being naive or something of the like. Also like tying in the reaction to Red Canyon, feels relevant.

Also I do want to say that Corrine just going to our bead and snuggling with the teddy bear is adorable, my murder friend can't be this cute

>>5111397
>D): I should hear what the Count has to say first before settling on a position.
We came here to figure out what the Count intends to do about the miners. It's for the best we hear him out first.

>>5111397
>C): Corrine is right. No matter the cost, those mines need to start producing again
What’s a few more war crimes in the big picture? Just more XP for us.

>>5111513
+1

>>5111942
Agreed. Supporting this and telling Corrine not to mess up the bed

Barging into someone’s bedroom uninvited? How rude

>>5111397
>>D): I should hear what the Count has to say first before settling on a position.
who did they take hostage anyway? officials?

>>5111513
+1

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>>5111397
>"I’d like to hear what the Count has to say first before settling on any position. With that said, if we can, we'll end this by talking down the miners. We don't know the full story. They could just be normal folk who have no other way of making their voices heard. If we're lucky, there may be no need for bloodshed. But if it comes down to it, we’ll fight. I won’t let them hurt those hostages if I can help it."

>You walk up to Dorothea, snatching the yellow dress she was holding out of her hands. “Thank you all for your input. Now, I need to change, so please get out of my room!”

Dorothea and Ashe grumble as they walk out, though Corrine does not stir. She’s gotten comfortable, kicking off her shoes and murmuring in pretend sleep.

>“That means you too!”

With your friends gone, you change into the yellow dress and brush your hair. Double checking that you look presentable in your mirror, you make your way to the audience chamber. You notice that security is far tighter than you’ve ever seen it in the five years you lived here. Armed guards are in every corridor, weapons at the ready. You suppose it’s only natural with the rebellion and recent assassination attempt, but still, it feels strange that a place you once felt completely safe in could make you stand so on edge.

The two guards posted at the door nod in your direction and open the door leading into the audience chamber for you.

Castle Rusalka’s audience hall is one of its largest rooms. Masterfully crafted weapons and suits of armor line the walls here, a symbol of what Rusalka is best known for. Despite the grand size, there are only two people currently sitting inside. The first you recognize as the grim-faced, scarred man who taught you how to fight. Wedge, Commander of the Knights of Rusalka.

The second man, while not as battle-scarred as the Commander, manages somehow to be even more intimidating. Despite all the recent bad news, the stress has evidently not gotten to Count Charles d’Rusalka. He looks as though he hasn’t aged a day since you last saw him.

“Blair!” The Count gets up to his feet, arms outstretched and with a smile on his face. “My girl, I’m so relieved to see you again!” He walks over and the two of you embrace. “Rex told me you were in good health, but it does my heart well to see it with my own eyes.”

>You feel relieved to see that your adopted father is doing well, despite everything that’s happened. “Garreg Mach has treated me well. I can’t express my deepest gratitude for all that you’ve done in sending me there. And to you as well, Sir Wedge.” You turn towards the Commander, who has remained seated. “Your instruction has given me quite the edge over some of my peers.”

Wedge grunts in acknowledgement. “Course it has. None of those pansy nobles had me or Lord Rex drillin’ em.” The man was never really one for compliments.

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>>5113357
“Blair, please.” The Count lays a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “You have nothing to thank me for. In fact, selfish as it may seem, that education of yours might prove to be most useful in getting us out of this bind. Please, take a seat. We have much to discuss.”

You take a seat opposite of Wedge, while the Count sits in his spot at the head of the table.

“As much as I would love to spend the hours catching up, I’m sure you’re well-aware of the grim situation we find ourselves in.” The Count pours the both of you wine from a nearby decanter.

>“I’d heard some things, yes. The miner rebellion, the increased production of ore…someone trying to kill you.”

The Count laughs. “I’m sure many people have been doing their best to kill me for quite some time now, though that woman did get the closest. In any event, the miners are our biggest problem right now. As you know, they recently took over Akzeriuth Mine, one of our biggest centers of production. We estimate they number close to 200 men now, with more seeking to join. They also have a substantial number of hostages. They’ve taken some local officials’ captive, as well as their families.”

>“What are their demands?”

“They have a few. They’re demanding we scale back our production. Higher wages, increased safety standards. Chiefly though, they’re demanding that we completely shut down Akzeriuth Mine.”

>“Just Akzeriuth?”

“Correct. It seems it’s developed a bit of a…superstitious reputation amongst the workers there.”

>“That’s…interesting. Well, how about all their other demands? Is there anything that can be done?”

The Count looks grim-faced for the first time since your arrival. “While we may be able to come to some sort of agreement on the increase of wages…unfortunately, it is imperative amongst all else that production remains at its current level, and that Akzeriuth continues to operate.”

>“What? Why? What’s so important that we need to be extracting more than triple the quantity of ore than usual?”

“You don’t need to know the why of things, Blair.” Wedge interjects. “It is not a knight’s place to question their lord. The Count has asked you to solve this problem, and it your duty to do so.”

The Count shakes his head. “Forgive me, Blair. It will all make sense in due time, that I promise. For now, though, I’m afraid you’ll have to trust us. Now then, I’m sure you have some other questions?”

>Choose 3 to Ask
>A): So, what would you have me do?
>B): Do you think there may be a way to resolve this diplomatically
>C): Why choose me, instead of Wedge or Rex?
>D): What’s the deal with Akzeriuth?
>E): I’d like to know more about the assassination attempt
>F): Write-in

>>5113360
>>B): Do you think there may be a way to resolve this diplomatically
>>D): What’s the deal with Akzeriuth?
>>E): I’d like to know more about the assassination attempt

I really hope he isn’t one of the slitherers

>>5113377
Support.

Also, I think he might not be an actual slitherer, just a loyalist to Edels faction. Would explain why he knows he needs to maintain production at all costs without just making him a dick for the hell of it. He knows the war is coming.

>>5113360
>>A): So, what would you have me do?
>>B): Do you think there may be a way to resolve this diplomatically
>E): I’d like to know more about the assassination attempt

We know, roughly, that Akzeriuth is producing a new ore and is massively more dangerous, so I don't see a need to ask that again
I'm asking A because the Count has probably not planned that Blair and her friends will swoop in and kill 200+ miners, but his actual plan for Blair's unit remains unknown. Obviously the Count's objective is to maintain production, but how can Blair contribute to that?

>>5113360
>>B): Do you think there may be a way to resolve this diplomatically
>>C): Why choose me, instead of Wedge or Rex?
>E): I’d like to know more about the assassination attempt
I do wonder why Rex isn't here

>>5113360
>>5113377
Support

>>5113360
>>5113472
Support. As nice as it'd be to know about Rex, I imagine his current actions are also on a need-to-know basis. Funnily enough, with our party makeup, I'm pretty sure we actually have a completely Crest-less group approaching the miners, which might help things diplomatically.

>>5113360
>C): Why choose me, instead of Wedge or Rex?
>D): What’s the deal with Akzeriuth?
>E): I’d like to know more about the assassination attempt
Huh, he's a lot warmer in person. Perhaps I misjudged him and he's just not much of a letters guy, even if I vaguely remember Blair thinking he had gotten colder. I still have my suspicions, but it would put the assassination attempt in a different light than how I first viewed it.

>>5113360
>>5113472
Supporting
What would you have me do gives us an overview of what exactly he expects from us. It also kinda ties into why he didn't ask Wedge or Rex do it. Also might give us bonus objectives while there.
Diplomacy possible should hopefully give us information on what kind of concessions we can actually give to the miners. We aren't the ruler so there is only so much we can promise without explicit permission from the count.
And the assassination is because I half expect the assassin to come up in the mission, but also because it might give us a little more political information on the situation here.

>>5113360
>A): So, what would you have me do?
>D): What’s the deal with Akzeriuth?
>E): I’d like to know more about the assassination attempt

I'm alive! Gonna make a sketch of Corinne so she isn't so, er, Tethys'chel

The mine might have some deposits of Agarthan ore or whatever it is they use to make DK and his crew's gear or even just be an access tunnel from Shambhala, could explain the bad vibes people get there

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>>5113919
Based Drawfriend, I was just thinking of you.

>>5113360
>>A): So, what would you have me do?
>>C): Why choose me, instead of Wedge or Rex?
>>D): What’s the deal with Akzeriuth?
>>5113919
>Gonna make a sketch of Corinne
Based

>>5113360

>B): Do you think there may be a way to resolve this diplomatically
>C): Why choose me, instead of Wedge or Rex?
>E): I’d like to know more about the assassination attempt

>>5113919
If you have the time, more Blair in different expressions would be great drawfren

Would kill for blushing Blair pics

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>>5114759
Blair blushing as she holds hands with Ashe in the Courtyard at Garreg Mach.

>>5113472
+1
>>5114792
yes please

A B E

Writing

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>>5113360
>“Very well, tell me what you would have me do.”

The Count smiles and claps your hands. “Thank you, Blair. I knew I could rely on you. Very well then. Tomorrow, you’ll march out to Akzeriuth Mine leading a group of 500 regulars from the Rusalkan Army. 300 Infantry, 100 Archers, 50 Calvary, and a group of 50 mages and priests.”

>Your heart almost bursts out of your chest. “F-five hundred?!”

“Do not fear, Wedge will accompany you to ensure organizational standards are kept in the army. As will my Chancellor, Hoff, who will back you up with any administrative or diplomatic measures that may be required.”

>“So…you think there may still be a way to resolve this diplomatically?”

“Perhaps.” The Count muses. “I think if anyone were to be able to do it, it’d be you. Sir Wedge is a great knight, but he is…not exactly the diplomat type. No offense, meant, of course.”

Wedge grunts. “None taken, my lord. We all have our strengths. I’d sooner gut that craven bastard Douglas before I ever thought of sitting down for a chat with him.”

“Of course. And while I’d rather let Rex lead the column and let that lady friend strategist of his do all the talking, my son has opted to leave us to our own devices while he makes for Enbarr.”

>“Rex isn’t here?”

“No, I’m afraid that while my son has many numerous talents, most of them in the same realm as Sir Wedge, he declined to take on this duty. Something about not soiling his lance with unworthy foes…”

>You wince, you figured Rex would be the Count’s first choice, but this explains his absence. “I see…”

“Rex of course, did recommend that I reach out to you.” The Count says. “He mentioned you were instrumental in winning the Battle of the Eagle and the Lion. Naturally, I was all too happy to comply.”

>“One last question, I’d like to know more about the attempt on your life. Do you believe it may be connected to this rebellion?”

The Count shrugs. “Perhaps, I won’t say the timing doesn’t add up. Though Wedge can speak more to that than I.”

“That woman killed 10 of our men, half of whom were slain before any alarm was sounded.” Wedge says. “I caught her just as she was outside the Count’s door and managed to stall her long enough for the rest of the sentries on patrol to surround her. After which, she used magic to blast a hole through the guards and make her escape on the roof.”

>“Did you get a glimpse of what she looked like?”

Wedge shakes his head. “Too dark to tell, and she was concealing her face, but it was a female figure, no doubt about that. Not to mention, she made her escape on a Pegasus. An ebon one. Those steeds only allow women to ride them.” Wedge leans in closer. “We lucked out this time, but it’s possible this isn’t the last we’ve seen of her. That’s why the Count won’t be gracing Akzeriuth with his presence anytime soon.”

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>“If this woman is indeed involved with Akzeriuth, I swear I’ll bring her to justice.”

Wedge is unmoved. “If she is in fact there, I’d recommend you don’t even consider it. In all Rusalka, I like to think I’m behind only Rex and the Count in terms of skill. And yet had that fight gone on just a few moments longer, I’d likely be dead. Listen to me well, Blair. You are not to engage that woman. Douglas alone is enough to worry about.”

>Someone that could give Wedge a run for his money is likely someone you don’t want to tangle with yourself. “Understood.”

“Well then, I leave this in your capable hands, Blair.” The Count says. “I grant you the position of temporary Knight Commander of Rusalka.” He hands you a document, emblazoned with the personal seal of the county, two spears in front of the Adrestian Eagle. “You will have full command over the soldiers granted to you, as well as the authority to speak on my behalf. You will do whatever it takes to ensure that the rebels are defeated, and Akzeriuth Mine continues production, by any means necessary.”

>You’ve dreamed about this moment for years, and although it’s only temporary, it’s finally a chance to prove yourself and achieve your goal of becoming a true knight. “Yes, my lord. I will not let you down.”

The Count smiles. “That is all, then. Both of you, meet with Hoff and begin preparations to move out tomorrow. Dismissed.”

You find Chancellor Hoff in the castle grounds, barking orders to various aides and officers. Hoff has supposedly served as chancellor for three generations of the Rusalkan family and helped to raise and educate the Count. The man is perhaps the oldest person in the castle, yet he shows no signs of slowing down or retiring.

“Commander Wedge! And…Commander Blair!” Hoff shouts upon spotting you, managing to adjust to your new title with remarkable ease. “It’s good to see you again, my dear. I am at your service.”

>“Great to see you again as well, Lord Hoff. Please, would you fill me in on what’s going on here?”

Hoff raises one arm towards the assembled soldiers in the courtyard, all of whom are currently in preparations for a march. “500 soldiers, many veterans of the Dagda and Brigid War, all ready to move on your command. They’re prepared for a fight…should it come to that of course.”

>Ask 3 Questions

>A): What do we know about the enemy’s capabilities?
>B): The Count said I could rely on you for diplomatic support. Do you think we can end this peacefully?
>C): Do you have a map of Akzeriuth? How many avenues of attack are there?
>D): The rebel’s leader, Douglas, what do we know about him?
>E): Is there a way to fight these rebels without having to worry about them collapsing the mine?
>F): How has the Count been?
>G): Write-in

>>5115260
>>B): The Count said I could rely on you for diplomatic support. Do you think we can end this peacefully?
>>C): Do you have a map of Akzeriuth? How many avenues of attack are there?
>E): Is there a way to fight these rebels without having to worry about them collapsing the mine?
Let's hope for peace, and prepare for war

>>5115260
we got a freebie answer as to what rex is up to, I see. thanks QM
hm...all of these questions are useful.
>C): Do you have a map of Akzeriuth? How many avenues of attack are there?
>D): The rebel’s leader, Douglas, what do we know about him?
>E): Is there a way to fight these rebels without having to worry about them collapsing the mine?
I will choose these three, though.
I think B is a little redundant. the Count wouldn't send Hoff if he didn't think it was at least within the realm of possibility to achieve a peaceful resolution. F is dilly-dallying a bit though theoretically might give some hint as to anything going on behind the scenes, if anon's suspicions from last thread are right. personally I think it's a waste though. A is the most pertinent question that I couldn't fit in.
C and E are important tactically. and if Blair can seize the mine (where they are likely keeping their hostages) then their leverage is significantly reduced. D is important for both diplomacy and tactics. knowing more about Douglas will help Blair anticipate how he'd react to different approaches. Wedge calls him a 'craven' which basically translates to 'avoiding a fight he knows he'd lose' but a true craven wouldn't lead a rebellion

>>5115260
>>5115322
Support.

Man I hope we can resolve this peacefully.

>>5115260
>A): What do we know about the enemy’s capabilities?
>B): The Count said I could rely on you for diplomatic support. Do you think we can end this peacefully?
>D): The rebel’s leader, Douglas, what do we know about him?

>>5115322
+1

>>5115260
>>A): What do we know about the enemy’s capabilities?
>>B): The Count said I could rely on you for diplomatic support. Do you think we can end this peacefully?
>>C): Do you have a map of Akzeriuth? How many avenues of attack are there?

>>5115322
Support

B C E. Writing

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>>5115260
>“The Count said I could rely on you for diplomatic support. Do you think we can end this peacefully?”

Hoff looks at you thoughtfully. “I suppose it’s possible. Diplomacy hasn’t worked well so far, but Douglas may be more willing to chat with you.”

>“And why is that?”

“You’ve been empowered to speak on behalf of the Count, and you’re a commoner. Douglas may take your word at a bit more value than either Wedge’s or myself. We can listen to his demands and see if there’s any wiggle room to find some sort of middle ground.”

>“The Count said that there isn’t much we can do though?”

“Ahh…but Douglas doesn’t know that.” The old codger has a sly smirk on his face. “He thinks he has us in quite the bind, and while that may be the case, it may blind him to the reality of things. If you must make some…empty promises, to gain the upper hand, no one here would think less of you.”

You frown. You’d rather not have to rely on any underhanded tactics like these, but you file it away in the back of your head just in case.

>“Very well then, what about Akzeriuth? I understand they’ve threatened to collapse the mine were we to engage. Are there any avenues of attack we can employ?”

Hoff walks you over to where a map of Akzeriuth is laid out on a table. “The camp that contains the mine is walled off and surrounded by mountains. The only way in is through the front, so they’ll naturally see us coming. They have some mages among them, who should have the means of collapsing the mine if they so desire.”

>“So…attacking is out of the question?”

Hoff flashes you a knowing smile. “Not exactly.” He points to an X a short distance away from Akzeriuth, on the other side of its mountain range. “The Akzeriuth shaft is a recent discovery, but the tunnels and mines of Rusalka run deep. I knew that there must have been more than one way to break in, and our scouts managed to find one here. It’s narrow, dark, and quite possibly filled with all manner of dangers, but we believe that it should lead right into Akzeriuth. A two-pronged attack, from inside and out, could work.”

>“That’s…incredible. I’m seriously impressed, Lord Hoff.”

Hoff dismisses you with a wave. “It’s what I’m here for, young lady. I won’t see these upstarts ruin the land I’ve worked so hard to build! Now then, you should get some rest.”

You concur, it’s been a long day. You head back to your room, lots to think about as far as how to approach tomorrow. You’ll have 500 soldiers under your command, and it’ll be your duty not just to put down this rebellion, but to make sure they all come home safe. You wonder how they must feel, being led by a young girl against their countrymen.

>A): I’ll try and address the troops tomorrow and put them at ease
>B): Better to leave the motivation aside for now

>>5116785
>>A): I’ll try and address the troops tomorrow and put them at ease
If Blair is to lead these men then she must lead
well, hopefully she doesn't bland-out. this is a bigger command than she's ever taken before

>>5116785
>>A): I’ll try and address the troops tomorrow and put them at ease
Okay Blaire, use that Charm stat we have been training all this year for!

>>5116785
>A): I’ll try and address the troops tomorrow and put them at ease

>>5116785
>>A): I’ll try and address the troops tomorrow and put them at ease

>>5116785
>>A): I’ll try and address the troops tomorrow and put them at ease
Time to put the lessons into good use and lead

>>5116785
>>A): I’ll try and address the troops tomorrow and put them at ease

>>5116785
>A): I’ll try and address the troops tomorrow and put them at ease

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>>5116785
The big day has come, and unsurprisingly, you hardly slept a wink. Strapping on your gear and equipment, you head out, determined not to make a mess of your very first command. You’re escorted by guardsmen to a balcony that oversees the entrance to Castle Rusalka. There, the 500 troops that you’re to lead are milling about, waiting for the order to march to Akzeriuth.

Alongside you are Wedge and Hoff, as well as your friends that you brought along.

“Good morning, Blair!” Dorothea says cheerfully. “Did you sleep well?”

>“Not exactly, but I’ll be fine. I mean, my heart’s thudding so fast I’m not like to run out of energy anytime soon.”

“You’d best be ready, girl.” Wedge says, overhearing your conversation. “This isn’t like one of those little mock battles you kids do at that fancy school of yours. This is the real thing.”

>“I’m aware, Sir Wedge. I’ve had my fair share of real battles already. Perhaps more so than most soldiers see in a lifetime of service. I know what to expect. Do I have a second to address the troops?”

Wedge raises a brow. “What for?”

>“If I’m to lead them against their own countrymen, they should at least know who’s giving the orders.”

“By all means. Just don’t embarrass yourself, please.” Wedge relents.

You step forward, overlooking the entirety of the Rusalkan camp before you. You had resolved to speak to these soldiers last night. Part of the reason you hardly slept was because you were mulling the perfect combination of words to say that would inspire these men. Unfortunately, you feel as though you never quite found them, but you try and give it your best.

>“Soldiers of Rusalka!” You cry out. The men below you are slow to react at first. They squint up towards you, as if wondering who this little girl is that’s yelling at them. You briefly wonder if anyone bothered to tell them that you’d be running the show and not Wedge, but you continue.

>“My name is Blair d’Rusalka, and I am to be your Commander! Don’t let the fancy name fool you, not a drop of noble blood runs through these veins!”

A few chuckles amongst the soldiers. You’d read in a tome back at the monastery that the famous Empire general, Radowitz, often used humor to relate better to his men. You’re relieved the strategy worked.

>“Just like you, I was born in this country! All my life I’ve walked its long roads, endured its harsh winters, and climbed its very mountains. I’ve endured my fair share of hardships, just as anyone else here. I’ve gone without food, I’ve suffered the frigid cold, and I’ve lost family members to the perils of war.”

Respectful murmurs now from down below. The same tome mentioned that soldiers tend to respond to a commander with similarities to them, as opposed to a faceless Lord. You’re suddenly grateful for all that Authority training you’ve done.

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>>5119119
>“And yet, this is my home! Our home! These experiences helped shape us into the people we are today. Men and women tougher and more durable than any piece of ore you could find in those mines!”

That got them riled up! The soldiers below now shout their agreements. Some clap, others give bellows of approval. Folks love a good compliment.

>“This is my home, and I won’t stand for rebels looking to upheave it. Rebels that make hostages of innocent families and threaten our very way of life!”

The men are in an uproar now below. You know firsthand how easy it may be to sympathize with the rebels’ main point of contention, so better to focus on the fact that they’ve taken hostages.

>“But rebels that they are, these men are also our countrymen.” Things quite below you, 500 men and women hanging on your next words. “Therefore, I promise you this. I will do my best to resolve this with as little bloodshed as possible. I will talk to their leader. I will try to get them to stand down. And hopefully, I will succeed, and we’ll all go home with nary a notch on our blades. But if not…”

>You raise your arms out, as if gathering the assembled army in them. The tome did mention to try and end things a bit dramatically. “I’ll be relying on all of you, to make sure that our home is protected! Are you with me?!”
The loudest roar you’ve heard so far erupts from below, and the soldiers are seemingly tripping over themselves to support you.

“We’re with you!”

“Commander Blair!”

“Let’s get those bastards!”

You step back, everyone on the balcony staring at you with varying degrees of shock and awe.

“Blair…” Dorothea starts. “Where did you learn…”

“That was so cool!” Martha yells.

“You were awesome!” Says Ashe excitedly. “Like a real knight!”

>“T-thanks…” You used up all your bravado and charm during that little exercise, so you’re caught off guard by the various compliments of your friends.

“Well, you didn’t embarrass yourself.” Wedge says. “Let’s try and keep that momentum going.” He takes the spot you just got off on the balcony and yells down. “Soldiers of Rusalka! We’re moving out!”

The march to Akzeriuth takes only a few hours. At the head of the column, you can clearly see the large mining camp ahead. Surrounded by several tall, durable looking walls, Akzeriuth resembles a fort more than a mining camp. The door is sealed shut, but you can hear the tell-tale sign of frantic activity behind it.

“Still locked away inside, the rats.” Wedge snarls. He turns to you. “Well then girl, you’re in charge. Let’s hear those orders.”

>A): Raise a flag to parley with their leader. Let’s give peace a shot.
>B): Let’s parley, but I want our troops ready in formation to attack if need be.
>C): To hell with peace. Hoff mentioned a possible back entrance nearby. Let’s get a unit over there.
>D): Write-in

>>5119122
Oh no, we're finally awake.

>A): Raise a flag to parley with their leader. Let’s give peace a shot.
Ask for a Parlay on neutral ground, if such a thing exists out here. Maybe there's a building or something close by that can be used for negotiations, if not we can just plant a tent halfway between our Army and the Gate. The Miners can bring 10 men to guard their leader, and we'll do the same.

>>5119122
>A): Raise a flag to parley with their leader. Let’s give peace a shot.

Unless these miners are suspiciously formed up of a team of slithery ringers, these miners don't pose any actual threat to us physically. We're here to placate them as best we can.

Speaking of which, may as well try to come up with how best to handle the terms. We simply cannot shut the mine down, but we definitely can talk about appropriate pay and safety equipment for the danger of the work, as well as the option for those who don't care about wages to simply work elsewhere. Worst-case scenario we could always tell a white lie and say that we spoke to the Princess while at the academy, and that they're sympathetic to the miner's cause. Would be a real shame for them to throw away their lives when the future Empress of Adrestia might be able to make change for the better.

>>5119122
>>A): Raise a flag to parley with their leader. Let’s give peace a shot.

>>5119122
>>A): Raise a flag to parley with their leader. Let’s give peace a shot.
If we do this does Beathan come with us? At least if a fight starts we can fly away quickly, but I am a bit worried the miners especially will think of a black pegasus as an ill omen.

>>5119122
>A): Raise a flag to parley with their leader. Let’s give peace a shot.

>>5119146
Smart idea here, supporting

>>5119122
>>B): Let’s parley, but I want our troops ready in formation to attack if need be.
Our words have to be backed by something

>>5119122
>A): Raise a flag to parley with their leader. Let’s give peace a shot.

>>5119122
>A): Raise a flag to parley with their leader. Let’s give peace a shot.

that was a fabulous speech : >
I'm glad Blair has grown into her own, I hope we don't let her down by misguiding her

>>5119146
Well, they do have mages: the intel we have reports on them.
As far as I know that's not really common outside of the military or the church. Or am I reading too much into it?

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>>5113941
first pass, can do the Blair sheets in a bit. What expressions would you like her to have?

>>5120920
looks nice even when it's still a bit rough, I personally would want her to have a slight knowing smirk

>>5120920
Looks great! Fantastic sketching. For expressions for either her or Blair, I'd love to see a happy one. Blair's had a lot of reasons in-game to smile lately, so I think it would be a nice touch.

A sad one would be good too, as she'll likely have plenty of reasons to be sad in the near future.

>>5120920
Excellent work! For Blair I’d like to see blushing and excited expressions.

>>5120974
>near future

Looks like peace was never an option

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>>5119122
>“Raise a flag to parley. We’ll give peace a shot before turning to anything uglier.”

“Should we rally our troops in formation first?” Asks Wedge.

>You shake your head. “If we seek a peaceful solution, it won’t do us any good to look as though we’re ready to march in and kill every one of them. Besides, a frontal assault gives the risk of them collapsing that mine.”

Wedge contemplates your answer, and fortunately for you, doesn’t offer any resistance. “You there!” He shouts at a nearby soldier. “Take a small unit and head forward, waving a flag for parley!”

You watch as a group of horsemen move towards the looming fort ahead, waving a white flag. The gate in front opens slightly, enough for a group to venture out towards the horsemen. After a brief discussion, the horsemen gallop back towards your position.

“The miners have agreed to a parley.” The lead horseman says once he arrives. “They said each party shall bring no more than five people, and are to meet in the middle ground ahead, away from either camp.”

>“Sir Wedge, please stay here with the men.” Wedge’s hot temper has the potential to sour any chance of smoothing things over. “Lord Hoff will accompany me. As for the other three, some of the friends I brought seem suited to the task. Ashe, Dorothea and Corrine will help ensure no foul play.”

“Fine by me.” Wedge snorts. “Word of advice though. Douglas is no fool. He was a unit commander during the war. Served with distinction. He was an honest man, before the treason, at least. Don’t let him get to you.”

>“I’ll keep it in mind.” Your party gathered, you move out towards the middle of the field, the five rebels from Akzeriuth already there waiting for you. With the exception of one hard looking woman with dull brown hair, all these men bare the tell-tale signs of working the mines. At their lead is a rugged man, arms crossed to reveal a multitude of scars. He stares at you as you make your way, face not revealing anything.

>“Greetings! I take it you’re Douglas?” You ask the lead man as you arrive, party in tow.

“Aye, and who are you?” He replies.

>“I am Blair d’Rusalka. Knight Commander, here to parley.”

“Ahh yes, Marron Weaver’s daughter. You’ve moved quite high in the world it seems.”

>“Y-you knew my father?” You feel glances now, from those behind you.

Douglas nods. “Served in the same unit during the war. He often spoke of you. I’d heard after he died, the Count had taken you in. I assumed he’d be making you into a proper lady, but never did I expect he’d just be sharpening you to be his sword. “

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“I’m pleased to hear you’ve already heard of our lady.” Hoff interjects. “But pleasantries aside, perhaps it would be best if we stick to the reason we came here. Negotiation.”

Douglas looks behind you, towards the hill where the 500 soldiers you brought are currently milling about. “Well, they don’t look like they’re ready to come in and kill us…just yet. So then, let’s talk. Has the Count agreed to meet our demands?”

“Count Rusalka sympathizes with your plight and wishes to end this all as soon as possible. To that end, he is prepared to offer you all an increase in salary, as well as look into increasing safety standards for the mines.”

“Well, that’s well and good.” Douglas says. “But that still leaves us with one major issue.” He raises an arm towards Akzeriuth.

“The Count has deemed it necessary that the mine remain-“

“Bullshit!” Douglas interrupts Hoff. “I’ve lost 42 men in that damned mine! Veterans, good men with families! Ripped apart and their entrails strewn about like they’d been feasted on. Take one step in that shaft and you’ll see for yourself, it goes deeper than anyone can fathom. We’re being preyed upon in there! And for what, so we can extract that cursed black ore for yet another war?”

>“What is this ore you’re talking about?”

The woman alongside Douglas speaks for the first time. “The mines in this country have been worked for decades, and the folks here are familiar with the different types of ore that are produced.” She reaches into her satchel, which gets your friends on edge, but all she does is produce what looks like a black rock. “But this…no one here has ever seen anything like it. It’s cold to the touch, but sturdier than any iron or steel we’ve seen before. It doesn’t appear in any reference books. It’s an entirely new discovery.”

“No one knows what it’s used for.” Douglas adds. “It stays separated from the rest of the iron. Once a month, like clockwork, some people from your fancy castle come down, collect it, and then leave, ignoring our requests for help.”

“I sympathize with the loss of your men, sir.” Hoff says. “And I swear to you, the Count has promised to help increase safety so that no more accidents occur.”

“They’re not accidents!” Douglas barks. “There’s something in there! Men can hear it at night howling! Why can’t you people get that through your head?!”

>A): Ask Douglas about the hostages he is keeping. Inquire as to their safety.
>B): Asks the woman if you can get a closer look at the ore.
>C): Volunteer to check inside Akzeriuth for yourself. Maybe there really is something there.
>D): Attempt to persuade Douglas to accept the Count’s offer.
>E): Attempt to persuade Douglas to accept the Count’s offer but lie if you need to.
>E): Peace doesn’t seem like an option. Return to camp and plan an attack.
>F): Write-in

>>5122147
>A): Ask Douglas about the hostages he is keeping. Inquire as to their safety.
>B): Asks the woman if you can get a closer look at the ore.
>C): Volunteer to check inside Akzeriuth for yourself. Maybe there really is something there.

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>>5120950
>>5120974
>>5121027
swooce

>>5122147
>A): Ask Douglas about the hostages he is keeping. Inquire as to their safety.
>B): Asks the woman if you can get a closer look at the ore.
>F): If these... Attacks or whatever you are implying are actually happening, why don't you then just quit working here and relocate to another mine? If things are truly that bad then leave, you are no slaves forced to work here.
And I just know the response to my write in will be ''We are old men who cant fight no more so mining is the only thing we can do and the other mines are already full'' to which i would reply with ''sucks, but that sounds like a you problem then anything else.''

>>5122239
Very nice, and don't worry bae, I'm always on Normal Because I don't fuck with no Lunatic

>>5122147
Pretty sure this is a pick one rather than pick three, so
>F): Write-in
We'll offer to use our best men to investigate and clear out whatever bullshit's in that mine. The only current thing we need to ask for is to move the hostages somewhere safer outside, and to release them upon our return. We can show off the Blessed Lance as proof we're ready to smite whatever evil's in there, and renegotiate the contract once they see for themselves the beast(s) are dead.

tl;dr

"If you'll kindly move every noncombatant out of the mine, we'll show that monster some Adrestian might."

>>5122239
I love it!! You put so much detail into what was originally just like a 90x90 sprite. And she looks so wonderfully smug, exactly the type of facial expression I'd imagine for her. Fantastic job as always drawfren.

>>5122303
I wasn't clear I guess, so how about you can pick as many options that make sense.

>>5122147
>>5122303
Support

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>>5122239
Also what do you think about Corrine having like a blade of grass or a toothpick in her mouth? You know like how some anime characters have those, I just have this mental image of her having it, don't know why tho

>>5122457
doesn't fit at all imo

>>5122303
+1

>>5122147
>>A): Ask Douglas about the hostages he is keeping. Inquire as to their safety.
>>B): Asks the woman if you can get a closer look at the ore.
>>E): Attempt to persuade Douglas to accept the Count’s offer but lie if you need to.

>>5122239
Cute!

Holy shit it's been almost 8 months since this Quest started, where does the time go?

>>5122303
supporting

>>5122147
>A): Ask Douglas about the hostages he is keeping. Inquire as to their safety.
>B): Asks the woman if you can get a closer look at the ore.
>>C): Volunteer to check inside Akzeriuth for yourself. Maybe there really is something there.
Blair might actually recognize the ore, since she grabbed a Crescent Sickle.
>>5122239
wonderful : >
>>5122303
something like this would be a good approach.

>>5122147
>A): Ask Douglas about the hostages he is keeping. Inquire as to their safety.
>B): Asks the woman if you can get a closer look at the ore.
>C): Volunteer to check inside Akzeriuth for yourself. Maybe there really is something there.
Rocks can’t be cursed. Someone or something must be there causing this.

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>>5122147
>“How about I go in there and take a look for myself?”

“M-my lady? With all due respect, there is no proof of what these men are saying.” Hoff says.

>“We’ll never know if that’s the case unless we conduct our own investigation.” You turn towards Douglas. “What if I take a small unit of some of my best soldiers into the mine? If there really is…something down there, point it out to us and we’ll take it out.”

Douglas stares at you, looking as though he were not expecting your answer. “I appreciate the gesture, but what good are a bunch of kids going to do for us in there?”

>“Well, if there really is some manner of demon in there…” You unstrap the Blessed Lance off Beathan. Your steed almost looks like a flying armory with how many weapons you have equipped to him these days. “This is a special type of rare spear, blessed by the Archbishop herself. It’s effective against all manner of evil creatures, particularly Demonic Beasts. If that is indeed the source of our problem, then this spear should grant us a key advantage.”

Douglas stares at the weapon for a moment, before turning to the woman at his side. “Is she speaking the truth, Alena?”

The brown-haired girl inspects the weapon but does not touch it when you hold it out to her. She doesn’t show any sign of being impressed, but she answers. “It’s the truth. If it is a Demonic Beast, that weapon will be more useful than an entire squadron of soldiers.”

“Well then, I suppose that settles it.” Douglas sighs. “We’ll allow you to enter with 12 of your best soldiers. The mine shaft in question is a bit narrow, but I’ll accompany you with 12 of my own as well.”

>“Very well, it appears we’re in agreement. With that out of the way, I’d like to inquire on the state of the hostages you took. I don’t suppose you’d be willing to release them as a show of good faith, now that we’ll be working together?”

“They’re in good health.” Douglas says. “We aren’t monsters. But we won’t be releasing them until this matter is settled. Call it leverage if you will.”

>“Fine.” You turn towards the woman, Alena. “Would it be alright if I inspected that ore a bit closer?”

Without saying a word, she holds her hand out for you to grab the black ore. Alena was right, the rock is entirely cold to the touch. It takes a few moments, but you put it together that this appears to be the same material as the scythe you picked up back at Remire Village.

You feel cold, and it’s not just from the ore. If Alena was right and this ore is a new discovery, then it’s likely there’s a connection between Akzeriuth and the mysterious assailants from Remire Village. The implications of this are huge, but for now, you decide it best to keep this information to yourself. You hand the rock back to Alena.

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>“Looks strange, but otherwise, there doesn’t seem to be anything remarkable about it. I doubt this ore is related to whatever evil is lurking in the mine.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Alena says, grabbing the item back. “I don’t believe in mere coincidence.”

“We’ll return and prepare our men. Come back in an hour with your dozen and we’ll let you through.” Douglas says. Despite the tense atmosphere, he somehow manages to chuckle. “Heh…I told you that over 40 men were killed by some sort of demon, and you respond by wanting to go deal with it yourself. You really are Marron’s kid.” The miners turn to leave. Alena lingers behind, staring at you for a few seconds longer, before joining them.

You return to base camp and fill-in Wedge on what transpired.

“You’re going in there?! What the hell is wrong with you, Blair?!” Wedge shouts within the command tent.

>“I was told to settle this problem by any means necessary. I found a way to do that with minimal to no bloodshed, while not appearing weak and appeasing the rebels.”

“And what if it’s a trap? What if you walk in there with our best soldiers, just to find yourself surrounded by a hundred miners who have no intention of letting the enemy commander walk out?”

“Wedge is right.” Hoff adds. “We’re staking a lot of faith here that Douglas will be honorable and not go back on his word.”

>A): We’re sticking with the plan. I’ll bring my friends along. Please lend me four of your best soldiers, Wedge.
>B): You’re right, this is risky. We’ll abandon this plan and go on the attack instead using the secret back entrance into the mine.
>C): We’re sticking with the plan but have the men ready to go in and attack if we don’t return within a few hours.
>D): Write-in

>>5124302
>>C): We’re sticking with the plan but have the men ready to go in and attack if we don’t return within a few hours.
You never know, you never know

>>5124302
>>C): We’re sticking with the plan but have the men ready to go in and attack if we don’t return within a few hours.

>>5124302
>A): We’re sticking with the plan. I’ll bring my friends along. Please lend me four of your best soldiers, Wedge.

>>5124302
>A): We’re sticking with the plan. I’ll bring my friends along. Please lend me four of your best soldiers, Wedge.
We don't know how long this might take so, it's probably for the best that we don't Tee up Cmdr. Jumpy over here with a reason to act.

>>5124302
>D): Write-in
"There are only two reasons for a sudden insurgence against a just man like our lord. They either have a genuine problem, or these aren't our fellow countrymen. This will reveal which."

>>5124302
>>5124545
Supporting along with a small add on
>D): Write-in
And what if the threat is real? Not only would it be a threat to the mine and our miners, but to our people as well. They either have a genuine problem, or these aren't our fellow countrymen. This will reveal which.

>>5124302
>A): We’re sticking with the plan. I’ll bring my friends along. Please lend me four of your best soldiers, Wedge.

>>5124912
Supporting

>>5124912
+1

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>>5124302
>“And what if it’s real? Not only would it be a threat to the mine, but to our people as well. They either have a genuine problem, or these aren't our fellow countrymen. This will reveal which.”

Wedge looks frustrated but relents. “This is foolish, girl. I’ll lend you some men, but don’t say I didn’t warn you if you become one of their hostages.”

You’ve already settled on bringing all the friends that you brought along with you. You’ve fought with all of them before and know fully well what they’re capable of. They’re also likely stronger than many of the Rusalkan soldiers in attendance. You fill them in on the plan using the prep time that Douglas gave you.

“We’re going to fight a monster?! That’s so cool! Let me at that thing!” Caspar exclaims. Behind him, Martha is throwing punches in the air, clearly just as excited.

Dorothea sighs. “I could be back at the monastery getting ready for the White Heron Cup right about now…but instead you’re telling me I’m about to delve into a dirty, dark mine to fight some sort of demon. You’re lucky I like you, kid.”

Your squad is joined by four units from the Rusalkan Army, led by Captain Gerald.

“You sure your friends are up to the task?” Gerald asks. The three men behind him wield sword, axe and lance, and look pretty tough to boot.

>“They are. I’d trust them with my life.”

“Given where we’re headed, that statement may just be put to the test.”

Your group ready, you all leave the camp and start making your way towards Akzeriuth.

“Well, they haven’t shot us with arrows yet. That’s a good sign, right?” Ashe asks.

“Perhaps they’re waiting until we arrive inside.” Corrine suggests. “Though it would be far more effective to take us as hostages.”

“What a comfort…” Ashe mutters.

A lone archer standing atop the battlements spots your group approaching, and yells something out behind him. A few moments later, the gate to the mining camp swings open, and you spot Douglas and a few other men standing there.

“Glad to see you’re not backing out on this.” Douglas says.

>“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You stare around as you enter the camp. There certainly are a lot of men here, strewn around. The mining camp is busy, with what you estimate to be about close to 200 or so miners. They look hardy enough, but very few seem like trained soldiers. Many are dirty, and look tired, likely from the fear of being sandwiched by the Rusalkan Army and whatever demon they believe to be lurking in the mine. All of them though, are staring at your group.

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>“So, do you have your dozen men ready to go?” You ask.

“Aye. Veterans I served with during the war. They’ve seen better days, but they still pack a punch. We get into trouble down there; they’ll be a source of comfort to have at your back.” Douglas gestures towards a group of grizzled, older looking men currently sharpening their weapons and checking their gear. You briefly wonder how many of these men also happened to know your real father, but you push that thought behind you for now.

>“Where’s that woman that was with you? Alena?” You assumed by her presence at the parley, she’d be one of the dozen that Douglas picked.

Douglas shrugs. “Can’t find her. In any case, she’s not exactly the fighting type. Now then, shall we depart?”

>“Please. Lead the way.”

Douglas shoulders a large, two-handed axe and bids you to follow him further into the camp. You and your group do so, every eye in the camp still upon you. Eventually you come upon a door, being guarded by six men, each looking more on edge than the ones you just saw.

“Make way boys, we’re going in.”

The guards look at each other nervously, but quickly comply and open the door to the shaft. Inside is much warmer than you expected, and torches line the walls to provide the tiniest modicum of light within the shaft.

“Akzeriuth’s mine is deep, and not all of it is charted.” Douglas starts. “We’ll be making our way to the lowest level.”

>“How long will that take?” You ask, the heat and darkness inside already making you uncomfortable.

“Several minutes. We’ve kept the torches alight up here, but no one’s been to the lower levels in several weeks. Once we get further down, we’ll have to light our own.”

You have a few minutes until you make it to your destination. Perhaps getting to know your new allies may help?

>A): Will you truly quit this rebellion if we stop this monster?
>B): You said you knew my father, right? Tell me about him.
>C): Tell me about Alena. She didn’t seem like a miner here.
>D): There was an assassination attempt on the Count. Was that one of you?
>E): Write-in

>>5127083
>C): Tell me about Alena. She didn’t seem like a miner here.
>A): Will you truly quit this rebellion if we stop this monster?

Though I image that there will be continuing negotiations regarding safety, etc

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>>5127111
You only get one choice here. You won't have much time to chat.

>>5127083
>C): Tell me about Alena. She didn’t seem like a miner here.
Father / Count stuff can come later.

>>5127083
>>C): Tell me about Alena. She didn’t seem like a miner here.

>>5127083
>C): Tell me about Alena. She didn’t seem like a miner here.

>>5127083
>C): Tell me about Alena. She didn’t seem like a miner here.

>>5127083
>>B): You said you knew my father, right? Tell me about him.
Rare chance! Blair backstory...kind of!

>>5127083
>C): Tell me about Alena. She didn’t seem like a miner here.

>>5127083
>>C): Tell me about Alena. She didn’t seem like a miner here.
Also Corrine's a War Cleric? Huh, didn't expect her to start healing

>>5127083
>B): You said you knew my father, right? Tell me about him.

>>5127083
>>C): Tell me about Alena. She didn’t seem like a miner here.

>>5127083
>>5127111
>C): Tell me about Alena. She didn’t seem like a miner here.
Switching

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>>5127083
>“Tell me about Alena.” You ask as your group continues to make their way further deep within the dark mine. “You seemed to value her opinion about the black ore, as well as my Blessed Spear.”

Douglas grunts. “Aye. She’s an odd one, but dependable. Folks around here know her as something of a hermit. She lives alone up in the mountain and has always been known as someone people can turn to for local knowledge or healing. Knows a fair bit about the mines as well, and the ore that you can find here.”

>“So, that’s why she’s so freaked about the ore? Because she’d never seen it before?”

“Perhaps. Alena seems to think this place should have never been disturbed to begin with. She wanted us to collapse the shaft from the very beginning, when she first laid eyes on the ore.”

>“But you clearly didn’t, despite not being big on the place yourself.”

“That’s right.” Douglas relents. “Felt it could be better used as a bargaining chip for some of our other concerns. Alena disagreed. She disagreed with this trip as well, in fact. Said it was a folly.”

>You sigh. “Well, I’m happy to prove her wr-”

You hear it. It starts off as a small rumbling, almost as if the mine was shifting, before turning into a bloodcurdling growl that feels as if it’s coming from under you. The torches in your party’s hands flicker, and you silently fear that they’re about to be extinguished, but just as suddenly as it came, the sound stops.

“What the fuck was that?” One of the Rusalkan soldiers asks. The veteran who’s seemed mostly bored up until now seems as if he’s ready to bolt back towards the entrance.

“That would be our demon.” Mutters Douglas. “Seems he’s awake…”

“It’s…real?” Asks a perplexed Gerald, looking a bit pale in the face.

“Course it’s bloody real! That’s what we been trying to tell yo-“

“Shut up!” Douglas hisses towards one of his men. “Pick up the pace, keep moving forward. There’s an open area further down. That’s our goal. If this thing catches us in this narrow passage, we’re as good as dead.”

It’s one thing to brazenly declare you’ll go into a dark, ominous cave and slay a demonic beast. It’s an entirely different thing to actually go and do it. You find that your legs move forward but are a bit shakier than you would like. You unsheathe your Blessed Lance and hold it, the soothing light emanating from the holy blade providing a sense of comfort. You silently hope that its effectiveness against monsters is not a myth.

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>>5128413
Your party continues their descent. You no longer hear the demon, but all discussion has ceased as well, and you move in silence, anxiety tight in the air. Eventually though, you enter what looks like a large room with a tall ceiling. Through the torch light, you can see unused mine carts laying strewn about, ore toppled from some. There are multiple tunnels, providing several different openings that your group can progress through.

>“Now what?”

“These tunnels lead further deep within the mine, where we’d have workers excavating the ore.” Douglas answers.

>“Are we supposed to…pick one to go through?”

Douglas doesn’t answer, but instead stares at the assembled tunnels, looking as though he is contemplating.

“Hey, I see a light!” One of the miners yells. “Through here!”

>“A light? I thought you said this place was aban-“

The dark room suddenly lights up impossibly bright and you feel an unbearable heat wash over you as the flames burst out of the tunnel the miner was pointing towards. The unlucky man, along with three of his comrades, are vaporized in the blaze, while the rest of your party are lucky enough to escape with some singing.

You fell to the floor, avoiding the sudden burst of flames, but when you hear the same growling as before, you quickly get back to your feet and stare at the source.

You’ve seen a Demonic Beast before, back at the Tower of Black Winds, when Miklan had been transformed. The creature in front of you looks far worse, and much larger though. As it crawls through the tunnel, puffs of smoke emanating from its salivating mouth, it stares at you. Or…at least you think it does, as it doesn’t have any eyes.

Your fight or flight instincts kick in.

>A): Yell to Attack!
>B): Yell to Run!

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>>5128415

>>5128415
>>A): Yell to Attack!
One hit before it does another attack

>>5128415
Oh god oh fuck oh shit!
>A): Yell to Attack!
Fucking kill it!

>>5128415
>A): Yell to Attack!

>>5128415
>A): Yell to Attack!

It'll just catch us if we run

>>5128415
>B): Yell to Run!
Stay out of its range when it does the fire breathing thing

>>5128415
>>A): Yell to Attack!
I wouldn't have had any trouble with this type of fight in the game, but Blair doesn't have Gambits and the accompanying easy stuns from barrier breaking.
Still, overconfidence is an interesting story too.

>>5128415
>>A): Yell to Attack!

>>5129347
We have a Blessed Lance so we can auto-break one barrier tile regardless of what they're actually weak against.

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>>5128415
>“Attack!”

At your command, a barrage of spells and arrows are launched towards the demon, colliding with its tough, scaly skin. While none of the attacks seem to penetrate too deeply, the creature does screech in pain, and reel back. (Demon -40 HP, 260/300)

Brandishing your Blessed Lance, you decide to test whether the stories about the weapon are true. Shouting a battle cry, you run towards the Demon while it’s still recovering from the initial volley of attacks. Spear outstretched in front of you, you make contact the beast’s chest, and the spear glows a bright blue. Unlike the previous attacks, this one has no trouble with sinking into the creature’s scaly layer of defense, sizzling into the Demon’s chest as if it were made of butter. The beast lets out a pained roar that threatens to shatter your ear drums as it thrashes on your spear, before knocking you back. (Demon -50 HP, 210/300)

>“It’s on the ropes! Surround it and continue the attack!”

“For Rusalka!” One of Gerald’s soldiers yells. He holds out his sword and rushes to attack the beast, but as he passes one of the openings within the room, something juts out of the shaft and latches on to him. The Swordmaster only has time to let out a surprised yelp before whatever manner of creature that has him bound snaps its jaws shut, spraying your group in his blood.

“T-there’s more of them?!” Martha shouts.

Indeed, a second Demonic Beast has joined the fray, emerging from one of the tunnel entrances inside the room. This one appears to be some sort of tunneling, wormlike creature, and it’s currently enjoying the remains of the Swordmaster, producing a horrid crunching of bone and flesh.

Just as suddenly as it appeared, a third Demonic Beast emerges from the opposite side. This Beast appears to be of the same stock as the second, and it lunches towards one of the miners. The man is unable to get out of the way in time and is crushed by the worm in a spray of gore. As the beast begins to feast on his remains, it recoils from a strike by Caspar’s axe that collides directly with the beast’s head. (Worm 2 -15 HP, 85/100).

The worm begins to writhe, black blood jutting out of the wound Caspar inflicted upon it. Evidently, these Demonic Beasts aren’t as durable as the “Demon” in front of you.

You have to try and gain control of the battle before it descends into further chaos.

>A): The Demon is reeling from your weapon! Focus your attacks on it and deal with the worms after!
>B): Pull back and focus on killing those worms (Choose One). They aren’t as durable as the Demon and should go down quicker.
>C): Try to dictate that the group split up and deal with the creatures closest to them.
>D): Run away. More Demonic Beasts may show up.
>E): Write-in

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>>5130149
Can we send one of the miners to double back and inform the contingent outside that shit's going down with Demonic Beasts? They're likely to get instagibbed anyway

>>5130160
You can try. It's worth noting though that it took at least 15 minutes to navigate down towards where you are now. They likely wouldn't be able to return in time.

>>5130147
>E): Write-in
>>Command your Rusalkan Soldiers, Douglas, and his Miner to flee with their lives. Split the remaining party to fight the worms while you and Kate fight the main Demon.
I figure the two Pegasus Knights warding the monster together should be fine?

>>5130147
>E): Attack the Demon yourself alone, your Blessed Lance should keep it in check while the others deal with the Worms, starting with the injured one first.

>>5130414
supporting

>>5130147
>C): Try to dictate that the group split up and deal with the creatures closest to them.
The Miners may break, but hopefully having a majority of the spellcasters helping them will bolster their spines. Altogether I think splitting into groups is mostly sufficient.
>The only modification I would make to the split is I'd ask Douglas to go to his Miners.

we'll probably get two more crawlers is my guess in a few turns?
>>5130414
this is also fine, we do want to make sure in case there's more that we don't have any more on the field than there already is

>>5130147
>A): The Demon is reeling from your weapon! Focus your attacks on it and deal with the worms after!
>C): Try to dictate that the group split up and deal with the creatures closest to them.
We can hold this creature on our own with some healing support. Have the rest take care of the worms before more show up.

>>5131324
+1

>>5130414
>>5130147
Support this, though maybe we can prioritize keeping it's attention and kiting it around while the other finish the small ones.

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>>5130147
>“I’ll ward off the Demon! The rest of you, deal with the other beasts!”

Your lance truly does seem to be effective against these creatures, as the Demon is still thrashing and snarling from your first strike. You decide to press your luck and follow-up with another attack. This time, you manage to plunge the spear through the beast’s stomach. Foul dark blood oozes out of the womb, sizzling hot as the enchantments on the lance activate. (Demon -50 HP, 160/300)

The beast roars in pain once more, thrashing wildly. This time though, it manages to smash its large paw against you, sending you flying back towards one of the cavern walls. Your body collides against the rocks, feeling as though every bone in your body is broken. (Blair -19 HP, 20/39 HP)

The room has erupted into a cacophony of violence and screaming, as the men battle the other two tunneling worms behind you. Meanwhile, the Demon is moving towards you, leaking blood and snarling. Smoke is emanating from his mouth, and you fear that he’s about to breathe fire once more, when suddenly an arrow takes the beast in the eye. (Demon -15 HP, 145/300)

>“Ashe!”

The boy is firing arrows at the Demon, distracting it from finishing you off. You feel someone strong grab you and help pull you up to your feet.

“Who do you think you are, wanting to fight that thing by yourself?” Corrine asks, chastising you. “We can’t be expected to follow such a ridiculous order!”

Douglas rushes the Demon, getting between it and Ashe, and swings his axe towards the wound that you inflicted on it. His weapon may not share the same enchantment as yours, but it’s hard to tell as the strength he puts behind the blow is enough to send the beast clamoring backwards, wounded. (Demon -20 HP, 125/300)

“Hold still, damnit!” Corrine hisses. “I’m still new at this.” She manages to patch up some of the damage you took from the Demon’s last hit. While she’s no Mercedes, and the healing is a bit clumsy, you still manage to feel some relief. (Blair +10 HP, 30/39).

Behind you, the worm that Caspar and the miners were fighting cries out in pain, thrashing violently before laying still. Meanwhile, Gerald and some of his soldiers are putting the finishing touches on the other beast.

Douglas has the demon on the back end, but it quickly recovers, and with a downward slash, sends the large Berserker reeling to the ground. It plants one of its legs on the man, incapacitating him and cracking his ribs.

With a loud roar, the demon faces the room, getting ready to breathe its deadly fire once more. You’re close enough that you may be able to strike it first, but the plan carries some risks.

>A): Rush forward and attack the demon, attempting to save Douglas.
>B): Take cover in the nearby tunnel.
>C): Attempt to attack the Demon from a safe distance with your magic.
>D): Write-in

>>5132663
>A): Rush forward and attack the demon, attempting to save Douglas.
We need him alive.

>>5132663
>A): Rush forward and attack the demon, attempting to save Douglas.
If a Knight of Rusalka doesn't put itself in danger to protect it's citizens, what Knight would they be?

>>5132663
>>A): Rush forward and attack the demon, attempting to save Douglas.

>>5132663
>A): Rush forward and attack the demon, attempting to save Douglas.

>>5132663
>D): Write-in
>>Coordinate a magic attack with Dorothea to avert the monster's attention from Douglas

>>5132942
oops disregard this. Dorothea is too far

>>5132663
WAIT FUCK ASH IS RIGHT BEHIND DOUGLAS! IF THE BEAST ATTACKS THEN HES TOAST AS WELL!
>D):Fucking yell with all of your might and attack the foul beast before it can scorch Douglas and Ashe!

>>5133412
+1

If the demon can take another hit we should order Douglas to take cover and let Corinne patch him up.

>>5133412
+1
>>5133759
he's trapped under its foot

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>>5132663
The creature before you is getting ready to let loose its flames, but you aren’t going to let it. You rush forward, towards the Demon, Blessed Lance in your hands. The world around you deafens, and you can hear Corrine’s plea for you to fall back fade away. The only thing you’re focused on now is ending this creature that threatens your people’s lives.

Just before the creature can let loose its deadly attack, your plunge your spear in its throat. The lance has no problem sinking in, and the Demon careens back, releasing its hold on Douglas. Your attack manages to not only neutralize the Demon’s flame breath but reverse it. With nowhere else for it to go, the beast sets itself alight as it is burned alive internally by its own flames spreading throughout its body. You’re launched back by the sudden burst of heat and brightness that engulf the room, but you’re sure as can be that you’ve slain it. (Critical Hit! Demon -150 HP, 0/300).

While you hear one of the other creatures behind you squeal in pain as it is dealt with by your friends, you focus on Douglas in front of you, rushing to his aid. The man lies just a few feet away from the smoldering pile of ash that terrorized the mine.

>“Douglas! Are you okay?! Corrine! Xavier! Help!” You yell as you pull the man away from the blaze.

“Easy girl!” Douglas clenches his teeth. “I’ve certainly seen better days…but it’ll take more than that to bring me down!”

As Corrine and Xavier join you to tend to the rebel leader’s wounds, you’re relieved the man is okay. Though whether that’s because saving him was the right thing to do, or because keeping him alive was your ticket out of the rebel camp is a mystery.

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>>5135926
“Please tell me there aren’t any more of these bastards?” Gerald asks. Him and his men are covered in the blood of the worm that they killed, though they managed without any further casualties. “I thought you said there was only one of these things?!”

“I’m as…surprised as you are…” Douglas pants, as the healers get to work on him. “I can’t hear any more of them. But…perhaps it would be best to not linger here any further.”

>“Agreed. Let’s tend to the wounded and get out of here as soon as possible.”

One of the miners walks up to you, a look of awe on his face. “You…you killed that thing…”

“That was incredible!” Another cries out.

“Demon Slayer!”

Murmurs of agreement amongst the remaining miners, each of them echoing the same sentiment.

“Demon Slayer Blair!” they cry out, raising their weapons in some sort of salute.

You hear a snicker from Corrine, but she doesn’t say anything else.

“Keep it down, before you go summoning any more of those damn things!” Douglas yells. “Still, they’ve got a point. Your old man…the real one, that is, wasn’t even half the warrior you’ve become. He’d be beaming with pride right now.”

>You feel your cheeks getting red. “In any event! We did what we came here to do. The Demon, or demons, rather, that were haunting these mines have been dealt with. Will you command the rebels to lay down their arms?”

The room quiets. Depending on Douglas’ answer, it can break out into violence again in an instant.

“Aye.” Douglas relents, being helped to his feet by Xavier and one of the miners. “I’ll call them off. We’ll release the hostages as well. I have one more condition. though.”

>“You’re bargaining now?”

“More of a request.” He winces. “My men here are to face no punishment. I’ll face the hangman’s noose alone, if need be, but these men were just following my orders. They were desperate, afraid of the monsters that lurked inside here. Please, plead with the Count on our behalf.”

>A): I’ll plead your case and do my best.
>B): That is the Count’s decision to make, not mine.
>C): Write-in

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Good thing you didn't sell the Blessed Lance last month because this would have 100% been fucked.

>>5135926
>CRITICAL HIT BABYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!
>>5135928
>A): I’ll plead your case and do my best.
If only one man could die then that's better, of course no deaths would be swell but let's be realistic.

>>5135928
>critkill the Demonic Beast
>get 0 experience
The life of a valiant knight is a painful one.

>A): I’ll plead your case and do my best.
We could technically order that no punishment are to come any of the miners, including Douglas. We have been empowered to represent the Count at these negotiations so our word is his word, though it's probably not a good idea to overstep our boundaries right now. Might as well travel back to the Castle and present the case in person.

The question we need to ask ourselves is why the Count 'conveniently' forgot to mention that there were 42 deaths at the mine, deaths not caused by lacking safety standards but Demonic Beasts hunting the Miners. Suscpicious. Did he suspect we would side with the miners over him if we were given the full details?

>>5135929
Blair the Walking Armory, a weapon for every situation.

>>5135928
>B): That is the Count’s decision to make, not mine.

>0 XP
Truly a tragedy

>>5135928
>A): I’ll plead your case and do my best.

>>5135928
>A): I’ll plead your case and do my best.
>>5136026
I get the feeling that if he did know about the Demonic Beast, he didn't mention it in the hopes we wouldn't be spurred to go fight it. Either that or he was being deliberately misinformed about the situation.

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There was a level-up I just forgot to calculate it!

>Blair d'Rusalka
>Level 21 Harrier (0/100)
HP: 39 (90%) +1 = 40
STR: 20(40%) +1 = 21
MAG: 15 (50%)
DEX: 17 (45%) + 1 = 18
SPD: 24 (65%) + 1 = 25
LCK: 11 (30%) + 1 = 12
DEF: 15 (50%) + 1 = 16
RES: 15 (40%)
CHARM: 13 (45%)

>>5135928
>>A): I’ll plead your case and do my best.

>>5136193
n-n-niceee

>>5136193
Look at those gains baby! That's what this is all about, that's what I'm waiting for wooooo!

>>5135928
>A): I’ll plead your case and do my best.