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She made a firm knock on the door and before the door opened, her fingers tighten a little on the package: it was finely decorated with a verdant paper, a small silver bow and actually nothing else, as Minerva wasn't really good in preparing gifts or anything like this. Inside the box, a saddle, especially used to flying mount and easily functional for those who recently started. Nothing too fancy, but definitely very practical and comfrotable.

As she met his gaze, the flying instructor handed the package, a brief smile as he greeted him.

"Happy birthday, Ashe"

An unexpected visit indeed!

"H-Huh? Oh, Professor Minerva! Thank you, I didn't realize you knew my birthday, but... I guess it's on my student record, h-hah."

Well he sure felt like a right fool. He got a tad startled at first, but of course, he had no reason to be intimidated by Minerva! She was rather awesome, yes, but after studying directly under her, it'd gotten less overwhelming.

It still distracted him from taking heed of the gift box, taken aback when he finally glanced down at it. It was... quite big! It had some weight to it too. Huh!

"Is this for me? Really? Well, let's..."

Ashe took it off her hands and tried to open it right there. After just a little bit..

"Wow, is this a saddle? Wait, this one's not for horses- it's for a wyvern, is it? I guess I shouldn't be too surprised... But- right, thank you so very much! It feels quite nice too..."

He touched it, feeling the leather, but of course, he wouldn't know just how comfortable it truly was until he sat on it himself.

A number of you are sent straight to Fhirdiad to warn King Rufus, only to arrive too late. The guards say that he is with two young princesses, a “Celica” and a “Corrin”, and are naturally aghast when they find out the truth. That said, this must be dealt with carefully: the king’s, nay, all of House Blaiddyd’s reputation is on the line, and an embarrassment of this magnitude would shame the family for generations to come. There is only one option: to don a variety of disguises as you follow after the king’s date night through the market district and separate him from the ‘princesses’. [Grants Heavy Armor +1]

The cold reign of Fhirdiad wasn’t exactly in her plans, but as soon as she heard the gossip about the presence of two ‘fake princesses’ lurking around King Rufus, she couldn’t help but show off her genuine worry for the integrity of the nobility, as well as the safety of the people of Fhirdiad: she wasn’t really interested in the subterfuges that created among the courts, but she took to heart the feelings of the folk, even if it didn’t directly come from the kingdom of Hoshido, her kingdom.

Due to this circumstance, she decided to get escorted by a person that had some knowledge of the place, as well as knowing how the nobility worked here in Fodlan. Plus, she needed someone who could protect her from any harm and among the many, she chose a young student who she actually saw several times at the church, as well as being quite close to chivalry.

“I’m so glad you accepted to accompany me, Sir Ashe” she was quite tight to his arm, embracing it with a gentle touch as they needed to have a good coverage from any indiscreet eye. She still wasn’t used to the frigid temperature and each pace felt like an icy thorn thrust in her legs. She should have worn something warmer. Aside from her state, the two of them still haven’t settled anything about the plan yet, even though the royal head with the two impostors could be seen not so far from them, strolling in the district with some guards close by.

“How should we deal it them?” she asked, head turning towards him as the two of them proceeded the walk. It was a delicate matter and they needed to be extra careful in order to prevent any further damage to the House Blaiddyd’s reputation.

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It’s hot. 

Sweat beads at her forehead, daring to run down her temples. She has already tied her hair back in a futile effort to help her case, but it does precious little against the heat of the mid afternoon sun through the village’s glass ceiling. It’s probably worse outside, but it all this movement doesn’t help.

Corrin fists her hand around a clump of weeds, yanking it up with a grunt. They have been placed in a field of crops she only sort of recognizes -- there are few harvests in Nohr, and even fewer fields on which to do so -- that spans on for a good mile.

She wipes her brow, tossing the pile of roots into an empty wheelbarrow and turning towards her current company. He’s a student she recognizes from the campfire, though the similarly distrusting looks that he receives from the other workers would have told her that too.

     The alarm pierces the night has Andrei immediately on guard. It’s inevitable that those... things would come again in the night. Without a second thought, he rushes towards the walls he is closest to, path converging with a few allies along the way.

     At first, their enemies number few, and he looks to the others, noticing for the first time the unfamiliar face. A villager...? But she too holds a makeshift weapon in her hands, and as Andrei watches her and Ashe scale the walls before him, he decides that this is neither time for introductions nor interrogations. They could settle that once they — and the village — survive through the night.

group two marker at (4, 9)

     He is only midway up the steps towards the walls when a great flood of the same formless monsters emerges along the horizon, the same wave as had happened in the previous attack. At the same time, a rumbling cracking of earth from the distance resounds through the area, and a great tree erupts from the earth, grotesquely intertwined with a half-rotted corpse, halfway unearthed and tangled within the roots.

     As horrifying as it is, the tree does not immediately advance, and Andrei’s attention is quickly drawn to the monsters that have approached the walls once more, bashing into them with unnerving familiarity. Once more, there are too many for the three of them to handle, especially with the flimsy, hastily-made replacement weaponry they have on hand. He grits his teeth, drawing back his bow. They’ve no other choice.

andrei attacks slime at (3, 8) from (5, 8) - (8): 2 damage! miasmic slime hp: 1/3

     It is not enough, as he expected. Wouldn’t have been, even if he’d scaled the wall to the greatest vantage point. “Finish it off!” he calls out to the others, frustration evident in his voice.

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Drying herbs.. another easy enough task that Artur had been assigned to. That being said, he wished he could do more directly to contribute to the cause, but at the same time, these herbs were potentially very important to any remedies or even just food that was to be made in the future, so he was ready to dry and prep these herbs until the baskets sitting in front of him were just as empty as the ones full of laundry were last week.

But just like last week, Artur felt like getting to know his partner on the job. After all, he could be seeing a whole lot more of him in the near future. Plus he could also get some answers to the burning questions on his mind for the other groups.

Once more, the nights alights with tiny pinpricks of light, their glowing eyes like fallen stars illuminating the forest as the monsters draw near. This time, however, their defenses have been bolstered, new magical armaments decorating the walls of Rusalka as they make their defense against yet another assault.

The side of the village that Est guards has no such magic to aid them, she and Hermes making wide, looping circles around the village wall to make up for their lack of defense. It only makes sense—she may not be a tactician, but even to her it’s plain that she can cover more ground atop her pegasus to make up for it.

Est attacks Green Slime at (12,2) from (12,3) with Kongo. 1d20 roll: 12. Hit! (-2HP) Green Slime’s HP: 1/3. Green Slime counterattacks! (-1HP)  Est’s HP: 9/10. Est attacks Green Slime at (12,2) from (12,3) with Kongo. 1d20 roll: 19. Hit! (-2HP) Green Slime’s HP: 0/3. Green Miasmic Slime (12,2) has been defeated! Green Miasmic Slime drops 2 White Dream Crystals.

Est is just returning to her companions after one such round when she spots the movement through the dark. The hopeful slime’s slow crawl toward the wall does not remain unnoticed by the pegasus knight’s watchful gaze for long. Before it can cross the remaining distance, she has swooped down to intercept it, spearhead glinting in the faintest light in the moment that it raises before her swing.

Unbothered, the slime lurches forward with the intention of shoving past her for the wall. With a squelch, she frees her lance from its body and stabs again, right between its glowing eyes. A tired sigh escapes her lips as it evaporates into little more than smoke, leaving behind two crystals, gleaming the same color of its eyes, for Est to scoop up and tuck away into her satchel.

With a firm tug on the reins, she guides Hermes back into the sky. There’s no time to waste.

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