Wistful
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- Mar 4, 2020
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Missingo. Master: You rush towards the origin of the sound, with Taitus and Stewie following close behind. As you rapidly climb the stairs, you notice Moewth and Buzzer exiting a room along with an unfamiliar Tyrogue. The Fighting type panics on seeing you, jumping forward to take a fighting stance, but is waved down by Meowth, who quickly assures the peppy youngster that this was reinforcement rather than further challenge. Taitus, noticing the freed Buzzer, is overcome with emotion for a brief moment - before he spots the unconscious executioner through the doorway, striding unperturbed past the axe which Buzzer had buried to the hilt in the sheer rock wall. His face pales, and before any celebration can be had the guard strides forwards to hurriedly check the incapacitated man. The atmosphere is tense, the sole sound the faint rattling emanating from the executioner. Finally, Taitus stands.
"He's badly injured; his breathing is strained due to a few fractured ribs, but he'll live.."
His assessment lightens the mood somewhat, with Buzzer once again hugging her son as Meowth explains the situation to you, detailing how he had helped free Buzzer and then fought off the executioner to rescue Tyrogue. Taitus is visibly shaken that Buzzer was to be executed only for her child to be resigned to the same fate as she had, the young man audibly gritting his teeth in frustration.
"I can't believe they'd do this. It's more than barbaric, it's unconscionable. And my father just ... just goes along with-"
Before Taitus can finish, Meowth bristles. Narrowing his eyes, he twitches his ears, desperately trying to discern something outside the range of your own senses. From his expression, the outlook must be grim.
"We've got company. Not sure how many, but they's armed. Their footsteps're heavy."
Buzzer immediately crackles to life at this, sparks leaping across the surface of her fur, but Taitus steps in before she can launch herself down the stairs to meet the incoming party.
"I'm sure we could fight our way through this with Keith's assistance, but there's another option. If we move deeper into the dungeons, there's a path which will lead us to a bluff at the back of the Colosseum. We could, theoretically, move around the outer edge from there and help Buzzer escape into the wilds."
Taitus looks to you for guidance after saying his piece, leaving the decision with you.
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Mana Opal: The guards watch slack jawed as you leap into action to recall Fontaine. As Cassandra begins to create a fulminating twister, the watchmen respond in kind. Rushing forwards, the man thrust their scutum out before them, locking shields and creating a metal wal enclosing yourself and Honedge within. Honedge, distracted momentarily by this sudden show of coordination, is left unguarded. With a groaning effort, Cassandra thrusts her sandy storm forth, the seething mass scraping against the metallic body of the animated sword as the Sand Tomb engulfs it. The screech of fury rings loud above the howling winds, but try as it might it cannot manage to shake the encroaching construct. Pleased with this, Cassandra awaits further orders - but Honedge is not so limited.
Barely visible through the flurry of debris, Honedge has once again gone on the offensive. A dull whine emanates from the blade of the beast, a brilliant silver glow consuming the length of the weapon. As this grows to a crescendo, Honedge points the tip of itself towards Cassandra, and the Sandygast has no time to react. A searing beam burns through the air, screeching headlong into Cassandra and soliciting a sharp hiss of pain, the Flash Cannon not being appreciated in the slightest. Despite this, it is clear from the irritation caused by the ongoing maelstrom that the battle could still go either way. What was more, the onlooking Romma take up arms, their spears held aloft. With practised tempo they smash their lances into the front of their shields, the ensuing cacophony almost ritualistic in it's primal drive, urging you onward.
Lit: As you give your impassioned speech, the men surrounding you begin to talk in hushed tones. It is clear from their narrowed glances that they disapprove of your outburst, the tension in the air palpable to the skin. Somewhat resigned to the inevitability of your foisted punishment, you occupy yourself with your Togetic, silently waiting for any given response. What you got, however, was not what you had anticipated.
Without warning, the vendor girl beside you grabs you by the back of the head, forcing you down into a bowing position as best she can. The sharp intake of startled gasps from around the room punctuates the abrupt motion as guards move forward in anticipation of some sort of attack, but nothing comes. Instead, with a clarity of tone unseen thus far, the girl begins to speak.
"We apologise deeply for the disrespect that has been shown here, my lord. I promise you that no real ill intent was meant by it, simply a venting of frustrations."
A stunned silence falls around the chamber as you try your best to wriggle from under the grasp of the girl, but despite her slight frame there is a tempered and steady strength to her that you find it impossible to escape from. Then, abruptly, salvation arrives from the least expected place possible. The man sat before you began to laugh. A chuckle at first, but it soon built into a loud, uproarious harmony; a pleasant sound which swept away the fusty atmosphere and replaced it with one of homely comfort. Motioning for the girl to release her grip, he addresses you directly.
"Future traveller, I share your enthusiasm. I am a great believer in enjoyment for enjoyments sake. Alas, I am also a leader, and I have a political duty to fulfil. If my kingdom is threatened, I have a responsibility to protect it, and the festival serves as a useful conduit to expand my military reserves. What would you offer as an alternative?"
The grin plastered upon the man's face betrays an obvious ulterior motive, but there was a definite hint of sincerity behind the charade a genuine curiosity to gauge the worthiness of your reply.
"He's badly injured; his breathing is strained due to a few fractured ribs, but he'll live.."
His assessment lightens the mood somewhat, with Buzzer once again hugging her son as Meowth explains the situation to you, detailing how he had helped free Buzzer and then fought off the executioner to rescue Tyrogue. Taitus is visibly shaken that Buzzer was to be executed only for her child to be resigned to the same fate as she had, the young man audibly gritting his teeth in frustration.
"I can't believe they'd do this. It's more than barbaric, it's unconscionable. And my father just ... just goes along with-"
Before Taitus can finish, Meowth bristles. Narrowing his eyes, he twitches his ears, desperately trying to discern something outside the range of your own senses. From his expression, the outlook must be grim.
"We've got company. Not sure how many, but they's armed. Their footsteps're heavy."
Buzzer immediately crackles to life at this, sparks leaping across the surface of her fur, but Taitus steps in before she can launch herself down the stairs to meet the incoming party.
"I'm sure we could fight our way through this with Keith's assistance, but there's another option. If we move deeper into the dungeons, there's a path which will lead us to a bluff at the back of the Colosseum. We could, theoretically, move around the outer edge from there and help Buzzer escape into the wilds."
Taitus looks to you for guidance after saying his piece, leaving the decision with you.
---
Mana Opal: The guards watch slack jawed as you leap into action to recall Fontaine. As Cassandra begins to create a fulminating twister, the watchmen respond in kind. Rushing forwards, the man thrust their scutum out before them, locking shields and creating a metal wal enclosing yourself and Honedge within. Honedge, distracted momentarily by this sudden show of coordination, is left unguarded. With a groaning effort, Cassandra thrusts her sandy storm forth, the seething mass scraping against the metallic body of the animated sword as the Sand Tomb engulfs it. The screech of fury rings loud above the howling winds, but try as it might it cannot manage to shake the encroaching construct. Pleased with this, Cassandra awaits further orders - but Honedge is not so limited.
Barely visible through the flurry of debris, Honedge has once again gone on the offensive. A dull whine emanates from the blade of the beast, a brilliant silver glow consuming the length of the weapon. As this grows to a crescendo, Honedge points the tip of itself towards Cassandra, and the Sandygast has no time to react. A searing beam burns through the air, screeching headlong into Cassandra and soliciting a sharp hiss of pain, the Flash Cannon not being appreciated in the slightest. Despite this, it is clear from the irritation caused by the ongoing maelstrom that the battle could still go either way. What was more, the onlooking Romma take up arms, their spears held aloft. With practised tempo they smash their lances into the front of their shields, the ensuing cacophony almost ritualistic in it's primal drive, urging you onward.
Lit: As you give your impassioned speech, the men surrounding you begin to talk in hushed tones. It is clear from their narrowed glances that they disapprove of your outburst, the tension in the air palpable to the skin. Somewhat resigned to the inevitability of your foisted punishment, you occupy yourself with your Togetic, silently waiting for any given response. What you got, however, was not what you had anticipated.
Without warning, the vendor girl beside you grabs you by the back of the head, forcing you down into a bowing position as best she can. The sharp intake of startled gasps from around the room punctuates the abrupt motion as guards move forward in anticipation of some sort of attack, but nothing comes. Instead, with a clarity of tone unseen thus far, the girl begins to speak.
"We apologise deeply for the disrespect that has been shown here, my lord. I promise you that no real ill intent was meant by it, simply a venting of frustrations."
A stunned silence falls around the chamber as you try your best to wriggle from under the grasp of the girl, but despite her slight frame there is a tempered and steady strength to her that you find it impossible to escape from. Then, abruptly, salvation arrives from the least expected place possible. The man sat before you began to laugh. A chuckle at first, but it soon built into a loud, uproarious harmony; a pleasant sound which swept away the fusty atmosphere and replaced it with one of homely comfort. Motioning for the girl to release her grip, he addresses you directly.
"Future traveller, I share your enthusiasm. I am a great believer in enjoyment for enjoyments sake. Alas, I am also a leader, and I have a political duty to fulfil. If my kingdom is threatened, I have a responsibility to protect it, and the festival serves as a useful conduit to expand my military reserves. What would you offer as an alternative?"
The grin plastered upon the man's face betrays an obvious ulterior motive, but there was a definite hint of sincerity behind the charade a genuine curiosity to gauge the worthiness of your reply.