[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

"You're all far too kind. Thank you. I promise, so long as we adventure together, your trust will not be betrayed. We will find a way to save this land, and to end this new age of tyranny. Thank you all so, so much."

And so you set off with Roland and his band, along with your own, into the Laguz kingdoms, into a big new world...

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You march through the forest, untouched by the Revotrian military's might. Your party has grown, but you travel now through the rough wilderness at the outskirts of Ilya, the frontier leading to the Beast Kingdoms. The history, structure, and culture of these kingdoms is entirely foreign to and lost to all of you - even the Laguz tribes of Ilya have spent centuries isolated from their brothers. Who knows what kind of welcome you might receive. What awaits? Kindness, camaraderie, and hospitality? Or an arrow to the throat?

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"...Our contact should be here soon. I have no idea how Lucrezia arranged a deal with these people. I will warn you, they are... unsavory folk. Bandits. They take advantage of the fighting between our kingdom and the Laguz in order to sew lawlessness across the frontier. They raid caravans, attack people simply traveling from city to city, steal their heirlooms and belongings... it is not a pretty sight. Were it not for the circumstances we find ourselves in, I would not subject you to their presence. But here we are."

Lucrezia doesn't speak up to debate what Roland has to say, nor does she indicate she agrees. She simply stands there, waiting. A whistle pierces the silence of the woods and she nods. It's time.

A woman comes tumbling through the air from up above, falling gracefully on the forest floor below. A lance is strapped across her back. She bounces up from her landing position, immediately putting her hands on her hips and offering a coy smile to the group.


"Well well well - you must be the first strangers I've seen in a week not dragging themselves along in ghastly bright red armor." She eyes the prince's cape. "...Well. Most of you. I'll take your introductions in order of interest - which is to say, those of you with even a drop of noble blood can save your grumbling for the end."