Tag: Fight
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MENTL: Here - have some kishir. I’ll see what I can do about immobilizing the arm - but not sure how good my healing magick is, just yet. I’ll let Tula handle you when she’s got a minute. Nothing personal, just don’t want to do more harm than good.
Easy, dude. Chera’s stuff may be a little stronger than you’re used to. Although, in your case that’s not a bad thing.
RANNIK: Shouldn’t you be helping the battle, then - enchanter?
MENTL: Zona’s got it. It’s been awhile since she could really cut loose like this. And honestly, I might just get in the way.
ON ZONA having a perfectly wonderful time butchering Urtts (“This is GREAT!”)
RANNIK: Yes. Yes, we’ve missed her.
MENTL: I’ll bet.
RANNIK: I look … forward to hearing your story.
Guntig morphs from hawk to human right next to them.
MENTL:GAH!
GUNTIG: Either help or get out of the way.
MENTL: Uhh … your patient.
TULA: Fiz?! Fiz! Goddess, Fiz, please ...
FIZ: Puh-princess ...Y-your face … is as beautiful as the sky …
TULA: Ohh - you’re a sweetie. Looks like you could use some help.
FIZ: Oh … I suh-seem to be … dying …
TULA: Not today. (begins healing him)
MENTL: Hey, Stud.
RANNIK: “Mentl” - right?
MENTL: Yup.
RANNIK: I am … Rannik.
MENTL: Of course you are. (pause) With a busted wing, no less.
RANNIK: Ohh - just a … scratch.
MENTL: (examines him) Crap - that’s nasty. Bet it smarts, too.
RANNIK: Your gift for understatement is … impressive. Can you heal it?`
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HRRAARCH: <Well, if you don’t need to make water, that’s well. I want to get many leagues under our wings before I have to land. I have seen Urtts on the western side of these mountains, and I don’t want to get in range of their bows. >
IPOLA: <That far east? Truly?>
HRRAARCH: <Yes, though they haven’t crossed the peaks into the desert yet that I’ve seen. But they are - >
IPOLA: <Wait - I …>
HRRAARCH: <You see something?>
IPOLA: <Not see … I feel ->
YANORA: Well, it is my doing. It’s far too late to say I’m sorry - but for what little it’s worth, I am. I’m sorry we hurt you - and to no good purpose. But: Now you’re where you are, with some problems I know and others I can guess - and unless you’re going to go into exile with Dole the Enchanter or something else melodramatic, you need to use the power you currently have to correct your own course.
MALDIK: Hmff.
YANORA: So - if you’ll forgive an impolite question - who are you marrying? As the prospective mother-in-law I ought to know, after all. Needlework, trousseau, that sort of thing?
MALDIK: I’m … uh ... Anina …
YANORA: The bishop’s niece. Well, he’s become bolder and bolder.
MALDIK: Yeah.
YANORA: The entire family is abominable, even compared to ours, and as you can understand better than most, that is a very low bar, indeed. Naturally, the nuptials cannot happen without your brother’s consent and the council’s stamp of approval.
MALDIK: Yeah.
YANORA: Hmm - with enough threats and bribery, I think the Council Of Bishops would vote for it. Nonetheless, your brother is still in the middle of a holy war far far away, so I think that it’s unlikely to happen any time soon.
BETHELA: More wine, your Highness?
MALDIK: Yeah.
YANORA: Paradoxically, I think Gudik’s quite safe in combat, barring the unforeseen. A very good thing that no one is planning to assassinate my older son. Isn’t it?
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TETHIK: Rise up, scion of Holy Georg! Rise up!
BEDIK: Mwah? Oh1 My lord!
TETHIK: Yes. Go clean yourself and become useful. Unless I miss my guess both you and your lover here have duties this morning.
BEDIK: Yes, my lord …
MERTEAN: “Lover?” We ain’t lovers!
BEDIK: It’s all right - it’s - he’s -
MERTEAN: We ain’t! I ain’t like dat!
BEDIK: He knows! He knows.
TETHIK: (grinning) Do I?
MERTEAN: (seeing the Princip) Oh! yer Worship!
TORIAN: On about yer duties, den, Spearman.
MERTEAN: Aye, yer Worship. And just to say again, I ain’t like dat - he … he ain’t my lover.
TORIAN: O’ course.
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TORIAN: Does dis one belong to you?
GUDIK: Yes, and the other one is yours, Princip.
TORIAN: Hmph! Do you t’ink dis bodes well or ill for our new pat’ togedder?
TETHIK: I would say both, Princip. Last night’s little festivities seem to have had the effect of both raising and lowering some of the tensions betwixt our armies. Perhaps they needed to fight - but not to kill.
TORIAN: None deads?
GUDIK: Not on either side. Though I think it’s too soon to have them serve directly together.
TORIAN: Oh I t’ink we have a long road ahead before dat could happen. But killin’ Urtts is always good employment for Draconian or T’rasan soldiers.