RE: The Ballad of Adler Young, Canto 2.5
03-28-2019, 10:37 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-28-2019, 10:59 AM by typeandkey.)
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Spoiler>Adler: What? How? She's touching it and nothing is happening to her. Your mind spins trying to think of a reason. Ethel doesn't believe in magic, and from what you've seen, most lowfolk now don't, at least, not really. Is their disbelief somehow making magic have less effect on them or something similar? Is that why the Duchess is relying on industry and new weaponry instead of her own considerable magical abilities to gain a foothold here? If magic is on its way out, does that mean there really is no place in the world left for elves? That's... a very unhappy thought.
>Ethel: Snort dismissively and drop the ugly thing back in the hole. Yes, this will be no problem a good boom can't take care of. How much powder are you willing to spare?
>Ethel: Make a mental note, it has not escaped your notice that the bumbling invalid calling himself an elf is trying to court you. Deep inside, beneath that shell of solid sour, surly contempt you feel for all things, there is a pang of something. The slightest hint of... Sheer pity. You would say that it's sad seeing someone brought this low, but from his actions, and not to mention if even one twentieth of Percy's book is true, this penniless hobo with no prospects or marketable skills has always been at the bottom but too stubborn to realize it.
>Ethel: The only safe way to find out if Adler's cockamamie plan to get rid of Jerry with armed shrubbery actually works is with his peeping machine. While he's batting at butterflies in a weeded out stupor, this would be a good time to go fetch that keg of powder. Looks like it's up to you to get everything done, as usual. Hopefully the blast won't knock over any of the standing stones. If it's really magic, it should be fine.
>Ethel: Snort dismissively and drop the ugly thing back in the hole. Yes, this will be no problem a good boom can't take care of. How much powder are you willing to spare?
>Ethel: Make a mental note, it has not escaped your notice that the bumbling invalid calling himself an elf is trying to court you. Deep inside, beneath that shell of solid sour, surly contempt you feel for all things, there is a pang of something. The slightest hint of... Sheer pity. You would say that it's sad seeing someone brought this low, but from his actions, and not to mention if even one twentieth of Percy's book is true, this penniless hobo with no prospects or marketable skills has always been at the bottom but too stubborn to realize it.
>Ethel: The only safe way to find out if Adler's cockamamie plan to get rid of Jerry with armed shrubbery actually works is with his peeping machine. While he's batting at butterflies in a weeded out stupor, this would be a good time to go fetch that keg of powder. Looks like it's up to you to get everything done, as usual. Hopefully the blast won't knock over any of the standing stones. If it's really magic, it should be fine.