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The Minor God hears once again that Panda is being threatened, and this just won't do. The 'super ultra duper cool' role model decides it would be a good time to teach her how to actually defend herself, and so performs minor Iomancy to find her.

The Dragonslaying Wall Child is standing behind the Pontiff who is standing behind Harald in Harald's home, as is often the case, overhearing this strange half-conversation. "Lilly says tattoos are leyu." They comment, helpfully, considering what sort of tattoo they would have. Perhaps a dragon being slain by an arrow. Perhaps a marriage bangle. Io looks towards the other people in Harald's home for their input.

The Carrot Laird would hear screams from within the depths of the library. The Carrot Laird would ignore these. Much like the screams from the sewers, it is best to not question the wall children.

The Satisfied would find their satisfaction waning as the battle had come to a close. "Are you still alive? They asked as a bloodied sabaton found its way into nudging a fallen comrade. They looked at this armored boot a moment in confusion, then followed it up to a leg, then arms holding a spear and a shield. Their boot, their leg, their arms. Blood. There was not a bit of their black ferrum platemail that was not at least speckled with blood. "Oh." They said to themself, only now realizing their vision was tainted red rather than the familiar gray tint of their visor, more blood. Looking back down the street of the enemy fort they saw a pile of corpses and red indents in the snow leading to where they were standing. Looking farther all they could see was flames, falling snow, and the dead. But they felt great. Like a boulder had been lifted off their shoulders. They felt refreshed despite the creeping exhaustion of combat. They felt satisfied, but only briefly. An inhale is followed by an exhale as the response came. "I'm alive, just dizzy." A nod followed this in response to their comrade's words before the satisfied one had lost the satisfaction entirely, replaced by a feeling of numb tranquility. "We should burn the banners and corpses, then fortify this for the next part." Came their own words before they went to do so, to prepare for the next part.

The Demonslayer overhears Vykk outside their house as a living doll brings them a transcript. Io sets down their prepared potions and aurum for the same upcoming siege on darkspawn that is mentioned with a sigh and prepares their finest dress to investigate the safety of Kaethul and whether a travel advisory is necessary. Io additionally thinks back to being told just recently by a Canonist that Villorik had murdered a citizen of Kaethul, adding this to an ever-growing list of things to check up on. "I am going to Kaethul." They say to the local bards just in case they disappear suddenly.

The Laird looks forward to seeing this exciting holmgang of great honor!

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Yes, 2 emote bows Look forward to my archery FA post, whenever I get a chance to write it. Edit: After skimming through a handful of words from other people, 3 emotes to prepare the first shot and then 2 for every shot after sounds fine (and was going to be a main point of the feat I wanted to submit anyway) My current character I've played for a bit over a year being almost purely archer I've done some cool stuff with the current limitations, but I don't think I've met any other persona that uses primarily archery, so it might be cool if they were made less boring to play so there's more people who pick up archery. For anyone complaining about "muh magic", consider that using magic to fire projectiles is a handicap you chose for yourself and that you have plenty of other powergame abilities to use. I think it would be cool if archery wasn't so roll-dependent as well. Spending three turns to miss an extremely easy shot for no reason feels terrible. I like that the recurve bow has a range at which it is guaranteed to hit, and I think more ranged options should be included (granted the character should actually have the skill to do so). I would even accept that longbow stays three turns to use but has a farther guaranteed hit range. Anyone interested in my fringe radical extremist concepts on how to fix the CRP system is welcome to message me. (Melee FA, ranged FA, etc. to require personas to actually learn irp and gain some small buffs based on it, and thus setting more solid rules for what people can do in CRP.)

The Leg Grabber observes their name being below Farian and Grimm.

Nyrheim my beloved. Grenzstadt lives! Legally just a farm! Southern Norland survived the Mori and denied the enemy use of the Northern half. Time to show the new players what they missed.

The spouse of Blanca observed this post.

The Laird of Grenzstadt finds the letter a bit late in their stack of letters to read, busy making preparations to fight the enemy and putting off reading in general. "I was there to see the battering ram explode outside the enemy fort, and for the Haensers to run away. It was my cannon that opened the enemy fort, and it was my fellow Norlanders which saved Leonid and others from certain death more than once that fight. I have never seen an assault conducted so poorly, especially when there was already a weakness in the wall exploited just a few months before by Vikela that would have required no siege equipment and was easy to find." A living doll rushes past to bring various writing supplies, before sitting down to begin writing a letter. "I was there to see Greiret caution Leonid of the obvious snow trap, and for Leonid to order a cavalry charge uphill in deep snow and pitfalls into a prepared mounted enemy. I knew that assault would go poorly when I saw a battering ram there too." With a hand motion the living doll hurries off to the aviary. "Though it's not just Leonid's fault, there are plenty of other commanders who have made repeated disastrous calls that killed a majority of their men." An open addition is distributed along with the letter above via bird with a simple message: "Iosefka Anarórë, Dragonslayer Laird of Grenzstadt, for commander. For a victory, finally."

The minor god Io returns from fighting Gashadokuro with a minor victory, to find a mercenary at the gate. After a small conversation our narrative focus centers on an excerpt of the following conversation. "Only 150 mina?!" Io exclaims. "You are being scammed. Arthur is way more work than 150 mina." Io straightens out from their awkward tilted position to read the parchment. "150 mina-" Io bends the other way to read a little farther down. "300 mina total is not enough for this regardless of the legitimacy of darkspawn calling darkspawn hunters darkspawn." Io adds with a laugh, spotting Farian. "Ah Farian, look at this. Io gestures to the parchment. "Only 150 mina to fight Arthur. They're worth at least 650 each, without factoring in the trouble of it." Io turns back to speak to the mercenary properly. "Come, look at the quest board. Free food, free bed, and easy work to be had. If it's fighting you want then join me in fighting the 'raider's." Io then watches the mercenary evaporate before their very eyes. "Oh."