RE: The Ballad of Adler Young, Canto 2.5
05-16-2019, 01:09 PM
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Spoiler>Percy Jr: "Is that Adler Young?"
>Ethel: "That's classified information. Get him!"
>Adler: ELF SHOT! Right between the eyes.
>Percy Jr: In the split second before you're completely senseless, scoff at Adler's outmoded bow. Muskets are the in thing now. Bleh...
>Ethel: Hush any attempts to explain to you what an elf shot is. You read about them in the Chanson. Percy Sr. seemed to know quite a lot about that subject, for some reason. That aside, it would have been expedient to question him now as opposed to when he wakes up. Time is of the essence after all.
>Ethel: explain that this scrawny bird is the useless, layabout son or grandson of Percy le Gobelet. He's been living off the success of his forbear's fortune and enterprises. You have no idea why he's come all the way out here in the wilderness, since he is well known for running at the first hint of work or hardship.
>Ethel: While waiting for your prisoner to wake up, ask Adler if he'd consider using biological/parasitical warfare against the shrubs. He could magick a whole bunch of wood ruining bugs, parasites, and diseases to infect the forest army. They'd still be able to fight, but nowhere near as effectively. It would also help to learn more about the dark magick they're using.
>Percy Jr: If you wake up this update, immediately assume they're going to torture you for info and start spilling your guts before they can even ask you anything. You tell them everything, EVERYTHING. Even all the things they don't care about and don't want to know. You continue telling them everything even after they beg you to stop. You should be proud, it takes talent to be that spineless. In a nutshell: you heard Jerry's story about a snow-elf and came to investigate the closest gate you knew about. You've grown resentful of living in Percy Sr's shadow and wish to write an elf-lore book of your own that will put the former's to shame.
>Ethel: "That's classified information. Get him!"
>Adler: ELF SHOT! Right between the eyes.
>Percy Jr: In the split second before you're completely senseless, scoff at Adler's outmoded bow. Muskets are the in thing now. Bleh...
>Ethel: Hush any attempts to explain to you what an elf shot is. You read about them in the Chanson. Percy Sr. seemed to know quite a lot about that subject, for some reason. That aside, it would have been expedient to question him now as opposed to when he wakes up. Time is of the essence after all.
>Ethel: explain that this scrawny bird is the useless, layabout son or grandson of Percy le Gobelet. He's been living off the success of his forbear's fortune and enterprises. You have no idea why he's come all the way out here in the wilderness, since he is well known for running at the first hint of work or hardship.
>Ethel: While waiting for your prisoner to wake up, ask Adler if he'd consider using biological/parasitical warfare against the shrubs. He could magick a whole bunch of wood ruining bugs, parasites, and diseases to infect the forest army. They'd still be able to fight, but nowhere near as effectively. It would also help to learn more about the dark magick they're using.
>Percy Jr: If you wake up this update, immediately assume they're going to torture you for info and start spilling your guts before they can even ask you anything. You tell them everything, EVERYTHING. Even all the things they don't care about and don't want to know. You continue telling them everything even after they beg you to stop. You should be proud, it takes talent to be that spineless. In a nutshell: you heard Jerry's story about a snow-elf and came to investigate the closest gate you knew about. You've grown resentful of living in Percy Sr's shadow and wish to write an elf-lore book of your own that will put the former's to shame.