Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190307035754/@comment-37523810-20190324042245

The creature suddenly snagged on the line, almost yanking the fishing pole out of Louis’s hands and causing the boat to get tugged along with it as it started to swim away.

The man at the stand raised an eyebrow at Xelle. “Nineteen, eh? Aren’t you a bit young for picking fights with Ogres and Orcs?”

Once the ship neared the mainland, Fayn felt it lurch forward to a stop as the anchor was dropped. Whistles sounded shortly after, and several dozen other soldiers rushed to the top deck. It seemed like they were about to start rowing to shore now.

(Think about it this way: Elias is the prince of Altmora, which I will define as a major kingdom of The Order. Most of the invading force up north is Altmoran, which means Elias has full control over them. A handful of the army and navy units are not from Altmora and are therefor not directly under Elias’s command, but they will still follow his orders under most circumstances. Think about it like a hypothetical scenario of the Allied invasaion of Normandy; if a small group of British troops had to be subsumed into a larger company of American soldiers. The Brits aren’t under the direct command of the US company, but they will follow the American commanding officer’s orders until needed otherwise.)

“What about the food? It must be really different from ours, right?” Yuna was visibly fascinated with this strange, foreign land that she had only heard about from stories and travelers.

“I understand that your staff allows you to shift into most types of Mamono, correct?” The Mermaid asked.

Fayard found an acolyte tending to a lightly wounded soldier at the makeshift barracks. Perhaps he would know what this strange object was.

Entering Hell, Menagerie found her way to Haruto’s bedside. Hel was worriedly checking him over as the Banshee returned. Menagerie noticed that the man’s face was very distraught and wet with tears. Something happened.