Plotplundering...
Plotplundering...
78 quotes (78 spoken, 0 mentions)
“Beriad my ass.”
“We’re not doing a suicide charge. Just give Ceria a chance. If she can damage it, we’ll fall back and try to escape. The horses are—”
“Who is that?”
“It’s a Runner! She just charged down the hill at the Lich! She’s coming this way!”
“She’s doing it.”
“She’s foreign. Chandrarian? Balerosian?”
“Drathian? What’s one of them doing across the world?”
“Dead gods!”
“That was the most amazing sight I’ve ever—you just ran right past that Lich! Are you insane? Or crazy?”
“Seal? Oh, of course!”
“Wait—are you going?”
“You can’t! I mean, that’s even crazier!”
“At least let us reassemble and give you a diversion. Once we get these potions to all our members, we can finally bring this guy down.”
“He’ll blast you the instant you leave cover!”
“She did it. She actually did it.”
“Thank the Five Families.”
“Coming from our bug-eating, tree-kissing half-Elf? It must be bad.”
“They’re trying, but whenever they fire at that monster, it just raises a shield. It’s got more mana than all of our casters combined. We need to get in close if we want a chance.”
“I think Terr got hit by a [Fireball]. Coblat and Grimsore dragged him away, but he’s down for the count as well.”
“I think Terr got rid of the last of them, but we still can't get close. It's too flaming quick.”
“We can ask later. She looks different. Drathian, you said? She’s definitely new; no one around here has the guts to do an Emergency Run like that.”
“You’ll get roasted. No way.”
“This is unacceptable. I’m going up there.”
“Ryoka Griffin? We’re part of the adventuring party the Horns of Hammerad. You bailed us out of a tough situation last week. Do you mind if we sit?”
“We owe you a debt of gratitude for that delivery you did for us a week ago. Without it, we’d all have been killed by that damned Lich. Thanks to you, though, we managed to kill it and recover a lot of magical artifacts. Ceria’s got a new set of mage robes she owes all to you.”
“Your job? No other Runner would have pulled off a feat like that. You saved our lives. I thought we were responsible for you getting hurt at first—but it took us a while to track you down.”
“Without the potions, the best we could have hoped for would be a retreat where we didn’t lose too many of our party. In the worst-case scenario, we’d have lost over half of our group, and that’s if the Lich didn’t follow us.”
“—And they decided to run her over with a cart?”
“Are you serious?”
“That’s a scurrilous accusation, Ceria. Don’t go throwing that around.”
“The Adventurer’s Guild has bad ones too, like former [Bandits]. Hunt, stop spitting on the floor. This Runner’s Guild must be riddled with bad Runners, though. We’ll remember that if we need help.”
“You don’t understand, uh, Miss Garia was it? I’m sure you City Runners do a good job for civilians. But adventurers? Most Runners don’t do deliveries to battlefields, and some of the ones that do only deliver after the battle ends. We could be in serious trouble, but your people won’t approach until all the monsters are gone. And even then, we have to pay triple—sometimes five times as much just for deliveries to areas we’ve already cleared.”
“Everything’s better in your home. Go swim to the House of Minos and bring one back, Calruz.”
“Too bad.”
“In that case, allow me to help you up the stairs.”
“I insist. Please, let me—”
“But—”
“And in a lot of pain. It’s already forgiven.”
“You’re letting him go? Are you mad?”
“You hear about the Healer of Tenbault, and Named-ranks have the highest-grade potions in the world. But…no. I know a lot of Silver and Bronze-ranks who take a bad break and it never heals.”
“Is she okay?”
“Calruz—”
“It’s not the Necromancer we’re going to meet. Just an ordinary [Necromancer], so don’t worry. Az’kerash is dead. Everyone knows that.”
“In the past, they never found his body and he’d pop up. But the Tidebreaker, Zel Shivertail, beheaded him and they burned him. Still, some people remember him, and everyone hates [Necromancers]. They’re not outlawed everywhere—but close enough.”
“You told him what you want him to do?”
“We’re happy to repay our debts, Ryoka. And it hasn’t been that much of a chore so far.”
“He’s still the same level as most of our group. That’s not bad. But why did you say he was hiding out, Ceria?”
“What did he do?”
“Tired?”
“Yeah, shut up, with respect, Captain.”
“Goblins. Looks like a fight within their own tribe.”
“Hm. Looks like one of those Goblins has some experience fighting. See—they’re using formations and fighting together.”
“This isn’t our area, and besides, it’s a tiny tribe. Let the local adventurers deal with it if it becomes an issue. Let’s go find that [Necromancer].”
“We’ve travelled over a hundred miles to get here, mage. You’re supposed to be a [Necromancer] able to help us, but I haven’t heard how you’d be able to mend bone. [Necromancers] deal with the dead, so what makes you special? No [Healer] from Wales to Celum could help Ryoka!”
“You can’t have finished so quickly! You must be lying!”
“If it was that simple, why couldn’t you have done that? The entire spell barely took seconds!”
“The flesh—”
“That would not be…a good outcome.”
“We have cooking supplies. Calruz has them in his bag of holding.”
“Don’t burn her leg off. Just get that slime—grab my arm, Ryoka.”
“Sure?”
“No problem.”
“How’s it feel—”
“How did—I’ve never seen anyone do that.”
“I’m glad. Well, uh, what should we do now? It’s been a long trip, and there’s the inn or Liscor…Ryoka, did you want to, uh, do anything?”
“What?”
“We understand. I’ve broken bones before, too.”
“…Does anyone smell smoke?”
““Let me get this straight. You’re going on a dangerous delivery, and you need our help. And…you want us to take your belongings?””
““Why would they do that?””
““I’m still not sure I agree with this. Are you sure you have to do this? If the Runner’s Guild is giving you so much trouble, why not seek work elsewhere?””
““We could lend you—””
““I never knew the Runner’s Guild was like that.””
““But—””
““Will it—will it do anything?””
““If it’s broken, can’t you repair it?””
““Then what about magic?””
““What? What is it?””