Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190307035754/@comment-37523810-20190308020201

“I mean the peace that you see it as in your dreams. When peace is upon Altmora, when the dust of war settles. You dream of that day when peace will finally arrive. But the nightmare remains that at some time during that peace, darkness will fall upon your kingdom.” (Sounds good.)

“Not to worry, Captain. Any bombardment of the village will be well defended against. And besides, the locals here are too high of a risk. Our reports suggest that most of the Mist Continent Navy is up north, and will try to defend against the prince’s assault. As for supplies, I see no reason to... persuade the villagers here to lend us some resources.” The priest then turned to the mage. “Arch Magus, you seem troubled. Is there a question I can answer about the campaign for you?”

The axemen fell to the floor of the deck, his body motionless as the war axe still remained stuck in Bonehart’s ribcage. Alleria, meanwhile, dodged one of her assailants’ attacks before kicking him over the railing to fall into the ocean. The other soldier gave an enraged cry as as he swung his sword down on the ELf’s shoulder. Alleria only had enough time to back up before the length of her arm was sliced, a shallow but long laceration trailing down her left arm as she let out a yelp of pain.

The swordsmen lunged again, their blades bouncing off of the barrier this time. Behind them, Ainyl could see Roran’s breathing gradually slow down.

“Well, believe it or not, I own a florist shop in Kaitoku. The surface world isn’t the only place where you can find beautiful flowers.” The Kappa smiled at the thought of her place back home.