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@liegebound @braveryinblue @entomophobiccleric

Reality shifts around them, and the final foe dissipates into smoke without a single blow being landed on them. Just the same, the weapons in their hands vanish. For a time they drift in this liminal space, exchanging those introductions they promised before new and stronger weapons materialize before them.

Felix is lifted into the air suddenly on the back of a pitch black pegasus. Though he always had a distaste for equines, he can tell this one is much like their enemies or the characters in this fable. It stands as rigid as a wooden doll, and does not breathe below the saddle. He finds another pair of gauntlets in his grasp, but there is also a Recover staff strapped to his back.

Just as he contemplates all the tools he had been given, new enemies replace the old. Growing in just as much strength as they have. They are an intimidating bunch, and seem more coordinated than the last, which only meant the four from Garreg Mach needed to work together too.

Felix glanced back at his team, and saw how still haggard they were from the last fight. He pinched his eyes shut a moment before taking hold of the Recover staff.

Felix casts Recover on Hector. Roll 1d20: [1] [+3HP] Hector’s HP: 8/10HP

Reality shifts around them once again. The lifeless archer vanishes along with the knuckles in Felix’s grasp. He’s prepared for the shift this time however; anticipating stronger weapons, but stronger enemies in kind. A light engulfs him, and something begins to manifest in his hands. An axe or mace based on the shape? When the light dissipates he finds

a lute.

...This had to be a joke, right? Not only is he is decked out in all the trappings of a traveling minstrel, it seems that his only form of self defense is a glowing spear on his back. He looks to his allies for any kind of explanation, but finds that they have grown in strength and weaponry.

“Oh you’ve got to be-!” He curses under his breath. He was to play the role of the bards or tacticians who inspire the hearts of soldiers?! He didn’t even know how to play the lute!

He’s about ready to smash the damn thing before an updraft of wind catches his attention. Two large bird like creatures descend from above and sharpen their talons.

Felix shakes his head in annoyance before relenting and just playing the stupid instrument. Oddly, something beautiful comes from his fingers where before it would have just been discordant noise. He looks down curiously before strumming a little more, finding a song in his heart bubbling from up beneath his ribs.

“...Am I m're than thee bargain'd f'r yet?//I've been agonizing to bid thee//aught thee want to heareth//for yond's just who is't I am this fortnight”

Before long, Felix becomes enraptured in the music. Soon crooning in a manner that hardly resembles the native tongue of Fodlan anymore.

Felix rallied Tina! +4 Dexterity and +4 Speed for 1 round!

Once again, the veil of light surrounds and consumes the four of them. Taking with it their weapons, but bestowing new and stronger ones. To his surprise, he had actually been given a sword (and not just any, the very sword he had bought off that merchant, the Sword of Zoltan.) He grasps it tightly in his fist just as a shield appears in his other. It is not as heavy as the Aegis, nor shines with the twilight-like gleam, but he finally feels in his element with these tools.

In the distance their enemies then manifest. A huge cloaked figure with an imposing axe, and two smaller grunts who begin to rally their lord.

Felix is quick to act, a hunger in his blood. He can’t let that executioner get any stronger.

Felix attacks Soldier B with the Sword of Zoltan! Roll 1d20 [+4 from Dexterity] [-1 from enemy’s speed]: [6]+3 = 9 [Hit] [-2.5 base damage +3 strength boosts -1 from enemy’s shield] [-4.5 damage] Soldier B’s HP: 33.5/38

Felix nearly lands a clean hit on the soldier, the end of his swing clipping on the shield at the last moment. The enemy then raising its axe to retaliate.

Soldier B counterattacks! Roll 1d20 [-4 from Felix’s Avoid] [+1 from Felix’s speed]: [11]-3 = 8 [Hit] [-2.5 base damage -1.5 damage reduction from Shield of Seiros] [-1 damage] Felix’s HP: 9/10

Roll 1d2 for Stun: [2] Felix is not stunned.

The axe comes down heavy, but Felix wields his own shield against it. The weight is enough to push him back, and the lifeless husk tries to lock eyes just as their weapons are. But Felix thrusts the foe off him and slides back towards his allies.