Briarland - Silver Owl Citadel
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General, I've received a report! Castle Wildrose… |
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Castle Wildrose has been besieged by Henrick and a group of Silver Owls led by the Dawn Knight! |
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…! |
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We have to get back to Castle Wildrose... Grk… |
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Mrah... Just lookin' at you makes me wanna pass out vicarious-like… |
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Shut up! Injuries are the least of my concerns! |
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This fortress is probably surrounded as well. Get me a telemancer. |
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Send all of us to Castle Wildrose immediately… |
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General, I agree that would be the quickest way to get us back there… |
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But that's a very long distance to travel. |
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Teleportation magic works by converting the body-and mind, by extension -to aether, then reconstituting them at the destination. |
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Such a process puts considerable strain on the sick and wounded. |
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Not even you could withstand a long-range teleport in your state, sir. |
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I suggest we have the telemancers send off everyone still fit to fight, and we will make our way back on foot. |
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You fool! Do you think we have time for that?! |
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The Dawn Knight is among the Silver Owls besieging the castle! |
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You make my case for me, sir! |
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Galling as it is to admit, the Dawn Knight is a formidable foe. |
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You can hardly even swing your magearm right now. Were you to face him in this state, you would be as helpless as a toothless beast. |
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A fact which is surely not lost upon you. |
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Rgh... |
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Let us have faith in the royal guardsmen you’ve trained, as well as Lady Maleanor. |
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They'll hold out until we arrive. |
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...Confound it all. FINE. |
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All forces, retreat! Combat medics, tend to our wounded! |
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Telemancers, send everyone still standing to Castle Wildrose! AT ONCE! |
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The general and I will return on foot! |
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I leave Castle Wildrose and Lady Maleanor in your hands. |
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Night's blessings. |
- The Royal Guardsmen teleport out of the castle*
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Rgh... They must have been waiting to act until the general was absent from the castle. |
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COWARDLY HUMANS!!! |
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Mrr... Yuu, what do we do here? |
| (What can I possibly say?) | (I know it's a dream, but still…) |
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! |
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...All right! |
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Whoa! What's with you, Silver? Why're you smackin vour own cheeks smackin' your own cheeks? |
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Standing around moping won't make this situation any better. |
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We need to think of what we can do to help. |
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