The Liquid Wallaby - Shining Gem of the Isles (TRANSITION)

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Adri considers not talking to Charlette. Ever.

The innkeep and her son carry in several wooden crates, putting them in the storeroom.

[Barboneia]

The innkeep and her son carry in several wooden crates, putting them in the storeroom.

Francois eyes them both suspiciously.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

The innkeep and her son carry in several wooden crates, putting them in the storeroom.

Francois eyes them both suspiciously.

Her son makes a goofy expression at him and sticks his tongue out.

The innkeep slowly steps out of the storeroom and leans over the bar. "I'm too old for this..." She lets out a yawn. "We're stockpiling as much food as we can get. If our boys in iron get their asses beat, which is a very likely possibility, we need to be ready for a long siege."

Cerril scoffs. "Serves you right for using mercenaries all the time. None of your troops have experience."

[Barboneia]

Francois eyes them both suspiciously.

Her son makes a goofy expression at him and sticks his tongue out.

The innkeep slowly steps out of the storeroom and leans over the bar. "I'm too old for this..." She lets out a yawn. "We're stockpiling as much food as we can get. If our boys in iron get their asses beat, which is a very likely possibility, we need to be ready for a long siege."

Cerril scoffs. "Serves you right for using mercenaries all the time. None of your troops have experience."

Francois glared at the boy, and adjusted his necktie. "The mercenaries you idiots use probably suck. You should get ones like the ones I use, which are the best in the whole world! ...Well, best on the continent, at least. Baring the time they let an entire caravan get burned apart by gods know who..."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Francois glared at the boy, and adjusted his necktie. "The mercenaries you idiots use probably suck. You should get ones like the ones I use, which are the best in the whole world! ...Well, best on the continent, at least. Baring the time they let an entire caravan get burned apart by gods know who..."

The innkeep glares and twitches slightly, electing to ignore him.

Cerril picks his teeth. "Or have a professional, well-used standing army. But heavens forbid the Pravyetians use their OWN resources..."

[Crumlark]

Adri considers not talking to Charlette. Ever.

The innkeep and her son carry in several wooden crates, putting them in the storeroom.

It wouldn't be a very dramatic shift from the current state of affairs. Charlette left the Wallaby again with little explanation.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Adri considers not talking to Charlette. Ever.

The innkeep and her son carry in several wooden crates, putting them in the storeroom.

It wouldn't be a very dramatic shift from the current state of affairs. Charlette left the Wallaby again with little explanation.

Adri sighs to herself and considers looking into some of modern Arkadacia's nobility.

She is followed by a snazzily dressed Pravyetian woman.

[Barboneia]

A young pravyetian guardsman slowly walked in, holding a bloody helmet in one hand and the hilt of a sword in the other. He had a large cut running down his face from his forehead to his chin. It oozed blood. He slowly sat in a wooden chair near the fire.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

A young pravyetian guardsman slowly walked in, holding a bloody helmet in one hand and the hilt of a sword in the other. He had a large cut running down his face from his forehead to his chin. It oozed blood. He slowly sat in a wooden chair near the fire.

The innkeep walks over with a wet rag, a bucket, and a bandage. "Might want to clean that up."

[Barboneia]

A young pravyetian guardsman slowly walked in, holding a bloody helmet in one hand and the hilt of a sword in the other. He had a large cut running down his face from his forehead to his chin. It oozed blood. He slowly sat in a wooden chair near the fire.

The innkeep walks over with a wet rag, a bucket, and a bandage. "Might want to clean that up."

He looked up at her and took the items. "They just keep... Coming. Like we stirred a bee's nest. I broke my sword attacking one over the head... Like... Gods, what do they make their helmets out of?"

[Crumlark]

Adri sighs to herself and considers looking into some of modern Arkadacia's nobility.

She is followed by a snazzily dressed Pravyetian woman.

She could issue an ultimatum to Charlette, if she is so unhappy.

Charlette pretends to not notice, carrying on her way down the path.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

The innkeep walks over with a wet rag, a bucket, and a bandage. "Might want to clean that up."

He looked up at her and took the items. "They just keep... Coming. Like we stirred a bee's nest. I broke my sword attacking one over the head... Like... Gods, what do they make their helmets out of?"

"Steel, and your swords are probably still bronze! Have you seen the officer uniforms? Capes are still standard issue! In 1015!"

Cerril sits next to the guard. "If you're hitting armored targets you'll want to look into an axe or a mace."

[Barboneia]

He looked up at her and took the items. "They just keep... Coming. Like we stirred a bee's nest. I broke my sword attacking one over the head... Like... Gods, what do they make their helmets out of?"

"Steel, and your swords are probably still bronze! Have you seen the officer uniforms? Capes are still standard issue! In 1015!"

Cerril sits next to the guard. "If you're hitting armored targets you'll want to look into an axe or a mace."

He begins to clean his wound, and looks over at Cerril. "Oh, I would. But they only issue blunt weapons to higher ranks. I'm just a conscript... But why does that matter? I should be allowed to use the same weapons as the actual guards..."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

He begins to clean his wound, and looks over at Cerril. "Oh, I would. But they only issue blunt weapons to higher ranks. I'm just a conscript... But why does that matter? I should be allowed to use the same weapons as the actual guards..."

"Definitely, seeing as you're going against armored targets on what sounds like a regular basis." He leans forward and shrugs. "Could try snagging one off a dead body, or going after lighter targets. You've got wings! Use some hit and run tactics."

[Barboneia]

He begins to clean his wound, and looks over at Cerril. "Oh, I would. But they only issue blunt weapons to higher ranks. I'm just a conscript... But why does that matter? I should be allowed to use the same weapons as the actual guards..."

"Definitely, seeing as you're going against armored targets on what sounds like a regular basis." He leans forward and shrugs. "Could try snagging one off a dead body, or going after lighter targets. You've got wings! Use some hit and run tactics."

He scoffed. "Our commander threatened to beat anyone seen looting from the dead." He began to apply the bandage to his wound. "Although, hit and run tactics sound like a good choice."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Definitely, seeing as you're going against armored targets on what sounds like a regular basis." He leans forward and shrugs. "Could try snagging one off a dead body, or going after lighter targets. You've got wings! Use some hit and run tactics."

He scoffed. "Our commander threatened to beat anyone seen looting from the dead." He began to apply the bandage to his wound. "Although, hit and run tactics sound like a good choice."

"Your commander sounds like a dick." Cerril shrugs and leans back in his seat. "If you've got any talent for it, you should try a transfer to archery. Fire, get out of range, prepare another shot, and then fire again. Sure, it's not super-glorious, but it works."

[Barboneia]

He scoffed. "Our commander threatened to beat anyone seen looting from the dead." He began to apply the bandage to his wound. "Although, hit and run tactics sound like a good choice."

"Your commander sounds like a dick." Cerril shrugs and leans back in his seat. "If you've got any talent for it, you should try a transfer to archery. Fire, get out of range, prepare another shot, and then fire again. Sure, it's not super-glorious, but it works."

"Well... Sure, it's safer, but being up front is so fun! Seeing all those crumpled bodies and cracked skulls... Sickening, yes, but also makes your blood rush!"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Your commander sounds like a dick." Cerril shrugs and leans back in his seat. "If you've got any talent for it, you should try a transfer to archery. Fire, get out of range, prepare another shot, and then fire again. Sure, it's not super-glorious, but it works."

"Well... Sure, it's safer, but being up front is so fun! Seeing all those crumpled bodies and cracked skulls... Sickening, yes, but also makes your blood rush!"

Cerril lightly taps him on the shoulder. "Why, I'd almost say you're part Iracusian with that sort of attitude."

[Barboneia]

"Well... Sure, it's safer, but being up front is so fun! Seeing all those crumpled bodies and cracked skulls... Sickening, yes, but also makes your blood rush!"

Cerril lightly taps him on the shoulder. "Why, I'd almost say you're part Iracusian with that sort of attitude."

He stared at him uncomfortably. "...T-Thanks?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Adri sighs to herself and considers looking into some of modern Arkadacia's nobility.

She is followed by a snazzily dressed Pravyetian woman.

She could issue an ultimatum to Charlette, if she is so unhappy.

Charlette pretends to not notice, carrying on her way down the path.

She'll consider it.

Said Pravyetian disappears into the crowd of flyers above her.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Cerril lightly taps him on the shoulder. "Why, I'd almost say you're part Iracusian with that sort of attitude."

He stared at him uncomfortably. "...T-Thanks?"

He shrugs. "Meant to be a compliment. Well, try not to die." He walks off.

[Barboneia]

He stared at him uncomfortably. "...T-Thanks?"

He shrugs. "Meant to be a compliment. Well, try not to die." He walks off.

He groaned, and waved at the bar tender to come over.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

He shrugs. "Meant to be a compliment. Well, try not to die." He walks off.

He groaned, and waved at the bar tender to come over.

The innkeep walks over and looks at his face. "You still look like a mess."

[Crumlark]

She'll consider it.

Said Pravyetian disappears into the crowd of flyers above her.

And suddenly, she loses sight of her tail. No matter, she continues on her way to the errands.

[Barboneia]

He groaned, and waved at the bar tender to come over.

The innkeep walks over and looks at his face. "You still look like a mess."

He shrugs. "Unless there's a pool of water nearby so that I could look at myself, I wouldn't know." He rubs his chin. "Could I have a mug of beer, please?"