Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190601225408/@comment-37523810-20190920183905

(I’ll see if they respond to my messages. In the meantime, Let us continue.)

“Writing about my pilgrimage... what an excellent idea.” The Oni smiled as she slung her pack over her shoulder. She walked up to the Kobold and bowed respectfully. “I am forever in you and your master’s debt. I wish you both happiness and good fortune. It has been a true honor to meet you.”

Mayumi smiled as she continued to clean up. “Sometimes I wonder whether we are servants to you, or your friends. In any case, you seem to empathize with us when you shouldn’t.”

Roran stared down at his panpipe. “... In all of my years living in a world of Mamono, I have never met one that willingly conjugates with a man while still having their eyes on another. Just seems strange, is all...”

The representative was walking rather quickly as he entered the hall. Inside was a beautiful room, with exotic paintings and decorations in green and gold. At the end of the hall sat a Mantis in a violet silk kimono, donning a headdress of gold and ruby. Sitting on a throne, she was currently speaking with two other subjects.

The blacksmith shrugged. “Fishing is the economy of this village; it’s what keeps the whole community fed. At this point, most of us are trying to get the proper rations and reimbursements that we require, but it can be quite difficult to do that when our own possessions are being confiscated for the “enlightenment effort”.

When Louis finally returned to the port, the sea Mamono were already trying to revive the crew, whether it was physical or using magic or medicines. All the while, the Hinezumi was trying to shake the Jinko awake.

The clerics looked at Elias, then to each other, obviously shocked that such treatment was authorized. They both bowed to him and exited the tent, leaving the Wyvern and the prince. Yara was obviously in horrible pain, but she kept herself composed. “I truly appreciate it, sir. But... what ever happened to him? What do you mean by ‘released’, if I might ask?”

The woman turned to face Fayn. “Were you the one who did that? Shredded up my number on the tent?”