Fall of East Gerudo Round 4

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Re: Fall of East Gerudo Round 4

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Umrian had arrived shortly after Zen, and ushered the cousins from indoors back outside with declarations that they had better things to do than play with scraps. Regardless, Amrian stuffed as much paper into one of her ripped packs as possible and trudged behind the elder Wa as they made their way to the wall of the south gate. Already there were two Gerudo guards, one armed with a bow and the other holding a long spear. As predicable, the unflappable Zen began some conversation with them that Amrian naturally tuned out. Instead, the student opted to filter through her bag, tossing scraps that she deemed useless here and there. Thus, when the lively conversation her cousin and the two guards had been having was interrupted by an actually totally gorg trill of a horn the teen almost jumped out of her skin. The four peered over the edge of the wall to where a lone, cloaked bokoblin stood. Far behind it the horde of monsters in their camps lay as they did around the perimeter of the city. In their hand, what seemed to be a scroll in addition to the glaringly bright horn they held.

Grateful to have paper to write on and a nib of charcoal in one of the small pockets, Amri began writing as quickly as she could word for word the message of the bokoblin. She missed the first handful of words the messenger gave, but the shocked silence of the guards and her cousin didn’t distract her from the task at hand. When the message was finished being read, Amri looked to Zen and then the guards. “Uh… okayyyyy. I’ll go find that tin-can voe and Valbeans and that massive armored vai who should wrestle the tin-can voe into submission and claim the title of warlord the message? Zen, uh, think of something to say so they don’t think we’re ignoring them? I don’t know.”

With that, the gerudo teen sprinted across the wall towards the plaza where everyone had been gathered. Yet, it seemed at the sound of the horn had drawn their attention as some had began to move towards the southern gate. Stopped near the juncture of the walls Amri did her best to be as loud as possible. “SO LIKE THERE IS DEFINITELY A MESSENGER HERE FROM THE INVADERS. DID YOU HEAR THEM? THEY WERE TOTALLY LOUD! THEY SAID FOR US TO LIKE SURRENDER, WHICH I THINK IS TOTALLY STUPID BUT I WROTE DOWN THE WHOLE MESSAGE. HERE LET ME READ IT.”
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Re: Fall of East Gerudo Round 4

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The ranger stood at the gate with his cousin as the bokoblin read off their demands. He knew that there had to be something more to this whole situation. Massive amounts of monsters didn’t just suddenly attack a town. There had to be something behind it all. He stood up straight, looking down at the little bokoblin as his cousin wrote down everything and ran off to tell the others.

“Understood. We will deliver the message to the others. But, this seems a bit one sided, so until we hear from the others, here’s what I suggest. Why don’t we sit and have some tea, and talk about this situation? I mean… are you being forced somehow? Is someone controlling you? I know monsters aren’t inherently bad… blink twice if you’re under control.” He stared at the beast for a moment.

“Are you… are they starving you?” He asked, lowering his voice a bit. He reached into his side pocket and pulled out a piece of jerky, tossing it down to the bokoblin. “It’s okay, you can eat that…”
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Re: Fall of East Gerudo Round 4

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Kitro listened as people turned their attention to her and Arator. It made sense that they were the two picked out as leadership, as they were the only ones wearing anything not woefully inadequate for the job. Kitro nodded to the fairy that offered his help as a messenger, chuckling a bit at his line about being a nuisance. “Worry not, you seem to be too small to get in the way,” she said, observing the list that Arator was creating. “Do you want me to write you down? What’s your name?” Finn, apparently. Kitro nodded, and waited for her turn to move forward and offer their services. An unpleasant-looking old vai claimed to be the one who had done the bombing, but also apparently had no bombs left. She also seemed to be in control of the shock collar around the neck of the girl Kitro had just finished patting, and who had hilariously responded “nothing” to Kitro’s recommendation that she hold her tongue. Kitro watched with jaw tensed as the Sheikah writhed on the ground. She would do something about that: freeing abused girls was Kitro’s mission in life, after all. One of the other Sheikah threw a punch at the torturer, and Kitro wondered briefly if she should step in immediately.

The note of a horn pierced their squabble, followed by an impressively-loud but horribly-enunciated message, apparently from the enemy camp. Hmmm. Kitro stepped toward Arator, cupping a hand behind the fairy to bring Finn with her. “It sounds like the enemy wishes to parley. Allow me to be the one to answer them. We can use this chance to send a team of messengers through, while their attention is on the negotiations. I’ll acquire the best terms possible, and return with them for everyone’s decision. Finn, if you would be willing to assist me, I would like you to come as a second pair of ears, hidden in my armor. Should things go south, I’ll be relying on you to escape and fly the message to Gerudo Town. This is likely our best chance to get that close to their perimeter, so it is the safest passage I can afford you.” She hoped that he would accept. While sending out messengers at this time might seem in bad faith, the enemy could not fault them. Anyone would do the same in this situation.

Amri arrived, and repeated the message in a more understandable form. Kitro herself was unsure whether she would like to take the offer, not until she knew the terms, but even if they did not intend to accept, it was best to see their enemy up-close. And it was quite possible that they would be offered favorable conditions. Large though the enemy army was, they had suffered dozens of casualties for each defender who had fallen. An attempt to wait them out was perilous, as the silence from such a large trading hub had likely already been noticed. They had a fair number of supplies, as Kitro understood when asking after such things in her cookly duties earlier that week. She could exaggerate their storehouses, claim that they could withstand the siege for months. After all, there was little chance that the ‘blins had good intel on their situation. They would understand the danger of staying exposed for so long. It was only a matter of time before the siege was broken. Attacking the walls again would be another bloodbath. Yes, their army could perhaps take the city. But the cost would be great, and there was very little chance that they could then hold onto it. Yes, they would be offered very good terms, indeed. Good enough to at least consider.
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Re: Fall of East Gerudo Round 4

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After Amri and Zen had run off, Valbert pulled together what remained of his dignity and used it to put himself at the forefront of discussing strategy, tactics and course of action with the adults. One could call them adults based on the maturity of their behaviour versus their actual age, or even race demographic, because Val noticed for the first time among them a korok, a rarity to himself, and a guardian fairy, rarer even more. The presence of Finn and Zomo, mythical creatures in his book, seemed to anchor Val to the surreal nature of the meeting, drawing the significance out of Arator and Kitro’s suggestions. Sure, it made sense to examine all possible options while they had time, but to Valbert it was as though registering these faces to names and determining their role seemed almost too sterile, or comfortably polite. Was everyone so well accustomed to suppressing their panic? His was like a geyser of steam on Death Mountain, welling under the surface and ready to erupt at any moment. A feeling so foreboding made the weather wizard wonder if he was the only one feeling uncomfortable -- he was so unused to the plain manner and candor with which the seasoned fighters spoke, as though this were merely a discussion of business and not matters of warfare, while he himself had little to provide except analogies and hypotheticals. He didn’t feel out of place so much as he felt insecure, as if the walls of the city were closing in on them and his eyes were the only ones open enough to notice. This self tension gripped him even as Magda tried soothing with a nonpology for her laughter, but then the illusion of well-mannered clinical discussion shattered when Treble started a fight with Arwen’s guard.

It wasn’t his business to intervene so he simply didn’t, instead taking it as an opportunity to move on from the meeting and hitch whatever useful skill remained in his battered body to the post on Arator’s list. Arbitrary, Val thought, since he had no intentions of doing any one thing for very long until Amrian or Zen required his attention. He noted with interest that they would be actively moving forward on the signal fire, and with this he could be of some help, having not quite regained his sense of smell yet. Though he did lack a wand now, and his magical senses felt off. Working on the signal fire would at least help him navigate how much stamina he had recouped with low-intensity magic. He scribbled a big V somewhere under the column of defence and turned to leave, hoping to catch up with Magda and incredulously celebrate the sudden arrival of her daughter, but bumped into a girl both taller and somehow lankier than himself.

“Ah, my apologies,” He began, wincing as his right hand collided against her. He stepped aside but caught himself after noticing the familiar insignia embossed on a pin she wore. “Hold on, I do know you. Though I don’t deign to call you by the designation used by Amrian, it is undoubtedly... Ioana? Nori? By Hylia, I’m both glad and disappointed to know that department agents outside of myself have been mixed up in this mess. Are you okay? Are you here by yourself?” He asked, visually examining the silver-haired girl for any sign of harm. Her reply would be cut off by the bleating of a horn, and not long after the trumpeting herald of Amrian, whose voice was so obnoxiously loud that Valbert wiggled a finger in his ear to block it out. “AMRI!” He yelled back, with a gesture to lower her voice. “Okay! Okay.” When the crowd went mostly silent, Valbert gave a long sigh and an apologetic look to Ioana. He beckoned to Amri with a wave of his good hand.

“Go ahead, let’s hear it.”
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There was a flurry of more input and volunteering after Finn had flown over to the tighter-knit crowd, and he opted to keep himself hovering just above Kitro's shoulder as they all worked things out, since it felt sufficiently out of the way. It also meant that he was still nearby when Kitro responded to him a moment later, and her assurance that he likely couldn't get in the way at his size was well timed with his previous thought. The comment even managed to pull a small smile from him, because he'd never thought about his size in such a way and it was actually quite overall-reassuring; sure, being small meant that he wasn't always very useful for things, but she was right that it meant it was more difficult to be in the way! "Finn," he answered with his name, and nodded when she offered to write him down as a 'messenger' volunteer on the paper.

Any further discussion that might've been had was interrupted momentarily by the sound of the horn echoing through the city. It was difficult to understand - from the distance, and the broken Common - but it at least got the general message across. He'd been startled into hyper-focusing on listening to the message by the sound of the horn, and so ended up being startled again when Kitro's hand came up gently behind him; really he was just being jumpy in general though, and it only took him a moment to 'catch up' with her movement in the air.

He was used to standing by and listening to others without interrupting, so he was somewhat surprised again when she brought up his name while talking with the paladin. What she said made sense to Finn though, as far as his understandings of plan-making went, and he made sure to listen intently as she laid out his proposed part in it. His hands gripped at the fabric of his poncho from inside, but he otherwise managed to 'stand at attention' as much as one could while hovering as he gave a resolute nod to Kitro. "Yes, absolutely," he answered Kitro, and made sure to look towards Arator and nod to him for good measure as well. "However I can help."
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Re: Fall of East Gerudo Round 4

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Perhaps the commotion that arose after she broke above the awkward silence best symbolized the inner turmoil of Ioana's mind after using her granny's gift one time (or, perhaps, two or three) times too many. Lots of things were said, something about history books, and she kept hearing one keyword, Arator, being thrown around, but the buzzing and the yelling and the murmuring and the punching were all lost on her. A man put a hand on her shoulder, and she was happy to smile in response, but before the words could get out of her mouth, the conversation drifted far away, much faster than her brain could manage. She had every plan to corroborate Amri's words (and thank her for the compliment), but not knowing what to say got the best of her. Amri ran off with the Sheikah dude that had saved her from being book brunch, and Ioana was still unsure.

Somehow, when Ioana looked back at Amri, she failed to notice Valbert Noir. Her boss, Mihail’s idol, the most intelligent and most nerdy Valbert Noir! If Ioana’s brain hadn’t been fogged, she might have even made a joke about getting paid leave after all was said and done, but there was no space in her head for cleverness. Instead, when Valbert accidentally smacked into her, she only gave a little jump, an “oh, sor--” before he began to speak. Her answers played through her mind as he continued on in the way Valbert Noir was apt to do: Ioana Mori, but yes, she was okay, aside from a bit on edge, and she… she had come here alone, sure, but had made friends like August and Finn and Rei the perfect courier who still could not yet walk. She was ready to answer and revel in the interaction with a familiar face when a harsh fanfare resonated throughout the crumbling walls. She was never a terribly jumpy person on the regular, and she wished that she could assure everyone around her of that fact. But oh, she had no time to worry about herself and everything else: Amri had a message.

She caught the word surrender and her stomach dropped. “No, we’re not surrendering,” she said under her breath, lacking any ounce of conviction in her words. She looked around, waiting for other reactions. She then fixed her attention on Valbert. “We’re not surrendering, are we?” she asked him, not in a tone unlike the one she might use to make an inquiry about a rusty old artifact or some extra smelly manure she had found on an excursion. Despite her own anxieties, the question lacked the edge and urgency of battle and surrender. When she spoke up, just a hair louder, though, her tone changed. “I’m gonna assume we’re all gonna say no surrendering, right?” she asked, looking around the crowd. “I don’t know anything about fighting, but we want to protect what we have -- ‘we’ not just being us, like, tourists and stuff, but the people who live here, too, and we should help them save home.” Who knew about battle? She wanted to look towards them for validation that she had come to the right conclusion, but she didn’t know where to look. Did she sound totally crazy? Should she stop speaking up? Yes and probably, but she decided she would definitely not stop speaking up. At least, probably not.
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It was mere moments after Robin had managed to collect his thoughts and worked up the courage to act when bedlam erupted once again in the square. The Sheikah, Arwen, whom Shin had just warned him away from had formed the beginnings of yet another derisory remark before suddenly dropping to the ground in a series of convulsive spasms. "N-Nayru above!" Robin exclaimed, blanching and flinching backwards as he reflexively took the goddess's name in vain (making a mental note to perhaps reconsider his lack of reverence, given that he survived the next few hours). His eyes flicked again to the prone Arwen, noticing the rather odd collar that she was wearing - he barely had time to connect the dots, horror and recognition flashing across his features briefly before Treble struck a fierce blow across the face of the ranting Gerudo.

"I-Is hitting an ally really conducive to our mutual goal of surviving!?" He shouted out towards her, raising his voice in a moment of uncharacteristically strong frustration and exasperation. Before he could continue to vociferate, the crisp, clear note of a horn cut through the pandemonium, heralding the arrival of a messenger. Almost immediately the loud Gerudo who had headed off towards the south gate burst back into the square and delivered the message.

Robin wavered slightly where he stood, mulling over the message. He'd read about this before - the enemy was using psychological tactics. They knew how scared and tense the defenders were and how much it would grow as the siege began to drag on. Just how many, he wondered, would finally break? How many would argue, beg to their leaders to accept the offer? Robin realized that their morale was already cracked, nearly broken; this "king of the monsters" had simply driven in the nail that would finish the job. Glancing around at the people now muttering amongst themselves, he saw that unease had already been sowed amongst their ranks.

The first hammerblow had been struck to widen that fracture; How many would it take for the inhabitants of the town to finally give?

Finally, the woman who had suggested that they freeze the food stores spoke up again, advocating for their nonsurrender, speaking most bravely about what they would give up if they gave in to the demands of the monsters. It was somewhat relieving to see that some of the fighters managed resolute nods, but most still seemed somewhat uneasy. As he scanned the crowd, fidgeting nervously, he picked out the visage of...was that Valbert Noir? Despite the grim atmosphere of the gathering, Robin couldn't help but hide his curiosity, eyes clearly shining with admiration as they met with the older man's own.
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While not really caring, Shin was mildly interested in what Arwen had done to have her literally collared. It was rather amusing to see her collapse to the ground, but Shin grimaced slightly when Zomo went to her aide. The kid was too kind for his own good. No matter. Shin had more important things to worry about. In particular, the Blin that was approaching for purposes of parley. One thing in the message in particular stood out to him. They were “freed” from Anariel’s orders. Was she somehow to blame for this attack? Had there been some way to prevent it?

“Mmm…” Shin was deep in thought and waved his hand airily. “No surrendering this late in the game, unfortunately. Once blood’s spilled, mates, it’s hard to stop.” He turned to Zomo. “Lad, would you be willing to go with Kitro here? If things go…-” he looked at Kitro, for once trying to think through his words before speaking, if for no one’s sake but Zomo’s “-...poorly, your stealth might be able to get you back here to alert us to what’s said, savvy?” As long as no one raised attention to Zomo, he should be invisible to most of the monsters.

“And unless there’s anything else, the rest of you lot, and meself, should get to work. Those three can make nice with the monsters while we use the extra time to bolster our defenses. No use all of us sitting on our thumbs. Pyre builders, we ready, mates?” He looked to those that were set to help gather the bodies, particularly Treble and Robin. To Treble he said, “Don’t mind her, lass, she can take care of herself. We’ve work to do.”
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“OOOOH OKay,” the Gerudo declared, her volume going from a roar to a slightly louder than normal speaking voice for her. Assuming her best posture, and enunciating as if she were reading something for one of her professors, the teen read out what she had copied down of the message from the bokoblin messenger, holding the crinkled and torn piece of parchment before her. Truthfully, her writing still was not as neat as it could be due to having lost her writing hand and Luka doing a lot of her notation for her. So while she missed a few words here and there the message was much the same as she had received. Voldega was claiming to be king because of some prophecy about Calamity, he killed Lady Anariel because she made a bad decision, but if they all left by dawn the next day they could totally live and go on their merry little way otherwise the siege would continue and they’d be fucked. Having completed reading the message, Amrian just kind of stood awkwardly there. She was too far away to really hear any of the talking that was going around. Yet people were still looking at her. “Okay, uh yep. Haha. That’s the message. Haha. That’s all folks. Haha. I’m gonna go, uh, mmmm like back to the gate I guess? Uh… Sarqso!”

As most people turned away from her, she wanted to at least guage what people were feeling or doing so she had something to tell Zen or the messenger? Looking closely however, it seemed that people were going around signing stuff? It definitely reminded Amrian of the strange end of the year tradition she had discovered at the close of her first semester, where people carried around these strange books with portraits of everyone on them around and forced the people to put messages in the back. It was supposed to be a book of the year, but to Amri it was more like a book of students and stupid drawings about things that didn’t really matter in the long run? Honestly, who cared about the chess club and why did they have a whole page? They were jerks anyway, at least if she was remembering what Mihail had said correctly. Regardless, they left a bad taste in her mouth and she didn’t want to be part of some weird trauma-bonding yearbook thing. She desperately tried locking eyes with Valbert, flicking her gaze over to where people were doing the signing and raised a very arched brow combined with a grimace while mouthing “that’s kinda messed up”. She wasn’t sure if he got what she was laying down though, because he seemed to be mostly obscured by the tin-can voe. With a frustrated roll of her eyes, and a decided lack of desire to wait around any longer, she sprinted back towards her cousin and the gate, hoping that Val would meet them up there.

Her shaggy hair somewhat plasted to her forehead with sweat from running around in her stupid Hylian-gerudo hybrid outfit and slowly elevating level of pain as her medicines began to wear off, she arrived to a scene she really was not expecting. Loud coughs and what sounded like choking from ahead of her, echoing across the open space. She could see Zen standing, a bit bent over, but was far too far away to be able to tell what was actually going on or be able to pinpoint where the noises were coming from. “Zen are you ok? What’s going on you absolute moose of a voe?”
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Re: Fall of East Gerudo Round 4

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“I think… I think something’s wrong...” The ranger muttered as he crouched at the edge of the wall. “I was asking it questions, and it was ignoring me and just glaring up at me. Why wouldn’t they want to talk this out a little at least? I mean, even if they have us surrounded, they’ve stopped their siege so there is some hesitation there. You’d think with hesitation that they’d be willing to talk.” The ranger was frowning, staring down at the messenger and the strange sounds coming from below. He did toss down the jerky, but it did hit the ground first. Was the messenger really choking on it? He shook his head, standing and stretching slightly. This was the second time they wouldn’t respond to him. Neither a grunt nor one of the messengers.

“I was really hoping for a peaceful end, where no one else got hurt. It’s looking like… that might not be an option anymore.” He turned to his younger cousin, a sad smile on his face. “I know you’ve been through a lot Amri, but I’m going to probably need your help through all this. But, I’ve got your back too.” He pulled her into a hug, keeping his voice low.

“I also… have a suspicion. It may not be right… but… I’ve been thinking there may be a spy among us. They clearly were overpowering us before, even with the explosion. But suddenly everything stopped. Do they know about us? What kind of strong people are in town? I wouldn’t have thought any monster who had entered would have made it back to deliver info. Have you noticed anyone acting strange?” He pulled back slightly to appear normal, but kept in close proximity so that they wouldn’t be overheard. There wasn’t many people around so their voices could echo through the area. Currently, there was only the sound of the bokoblin choking.
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“It just means women,he’s literally just calling you a woman. Oddly enough that’s probably the most simplistic adjective to describe you.” Cora have a look of oddly enough surprised boredom. Their were so many words that could be better used her abs he just used another name for women. She would have more called her a surprise in the form of a sheikah package waiting to kick you in the butt. Though she had to note that he at least had some word play.

She watched as this giant gerudo woman put her hannd on Arwen with almost little hesitation. They actually got quite a bit of a lecture from the woman. She honestly couldn’t help but just stand their kinda nervous to say anything. Cora just looked wide eyed at this literal giant of a woman. She did however very much notice the now present hole in the wall via explosion and couldn’t help but think of that incident with the yiga clan and the fireworks. If only they had actual fireworks here she might have actually been able to make something of it.

They finally got word of a messenger mentioned. The news swam like fish around town. It honestly racked the young sheikahs brain. Why now? It’s been days since they first attacked! People are dead and now they want a peace. It was like some divine joke. They murdered their generals and just expected it to end as if none of this had happened?
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Re: Fall of East Gerudo Round 4

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"Don't really seem like the type to negotiate, do they?" Magdalene scoffed as Kitro and Finn got ready to heard towards the gate in the direction of Zen and Amrian. She noticed, of course, that Mags had not caught up with them -- the mother could only assume that daughter had reached the wall and was getting ready to shoot the messenger as soon as she got the chance. She did everything she could, from far away, to influence Mags away from that decision, just in case. "We'd be stupid to surrender. What, we're just going to enter the gates and let them enter, when we have no reinforcements? They'll either kill us where we stand once we've given up our defenses, or the desert will as we transport all of the injured and dying through it." She shook her head. "But what do I know? I'm just the chief enforcer for one of Hyrule's most influential families!"

She turned towards Roalson, finding that to be a good enough quip for her to leave the meeting on. She knew that they wouldn't listen to her -- none of them trusted her any more than the monsters outside the gate. "Roalson," she said, her voice quieter and less posturing than it had been when she spoke to the others. "Time for us to head towards the stores. How long do you think it'll take you... to get there?" She looked down at his busted leg. That certainly wasn't going to heal any time soon. "If you're on the rations team, let's head towards the ice room!"

Certainly not one to wait for a disabled comrade, Magdalene sauntered off from the meeting, assuming that Roalson would soon follow suit. They had a lot of work ahead of them if they were going to turn this into an efficient operation, worthy of the Maritta name.
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A Bokoblin brought forth a message to the city. It recited a prophecy of “Voldega” as King of the Eastern Barrons (East Gerudo), a Lady Anariel’s error of her decision, and an offer of peace with a threat of destruction if refused. The rest of the defenders didn’t seem enthused. Most refused, and one who considered it, Kitro, only done so to sneak messenger to Gerudo Town. “Even if he allows us to surrender, he has killed to many lives for me to be comfortable with it” Roalson said. “So that’s why I won’t accept it.” Magda gave her reason to refuse, and she was right. This offer could be a trap to overrun the defense. Nothing could hold this “Voldega” accountable for his promise of peace.

When Magda spoke to him, the glance at his broken leg, pause towards the ends of one of her sentence, and the look on her face gave unease. He sensed that his leg would never heal well enough, that he would walk with a shattered knee for the rest of his life. Magda told him the location before just...walking away from him, with no care of his broken leg whatsoever.

He sighed and followed her to the ice room, hobbling with his crutches as she inched farther and farther away.

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Re: Fall of East Gerudo Round 4

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A flurry of activity had returned to the central area of East Gerudo town as people began to fit themselves in the various roles that Arator and the others had laid out before them. The minds of the survivors momentarly brough out of their bleak situation with tasks at hand to focus and preoccupy them. It was almost as if there was a calm between the storms, but Arator could feel the winds brining the second front towards the remaining denizens of the city. Surely enough, this wind began to blow in the form of a message shouted from a bokoblin demanding that the defenders thrust open the gates and leave the city behind for the horde. Kitro was of the same mind as Arator in wanting to speak to this messenger, but the knight did not agree with her plan of sending people out during the meeting. This could be their one and only chance to save the lives of the people of this city, they shouldn’t squander it before even speaking to the messenger. The situation ran itself through the knights mind over and over as he heard the message that was repeated by the young spunky Gerudo. If they accepted and it was a trap, all of the people in his charge would be killed. If they declined and the horde descended on them and broke the defenses, all of the people would still be killed. The only hope for the second situation would be if reinforcements could arrive and break the siege, but he had no way of knowing if the outside world had any inclination to their current situation. In all likelihood reinforcements would not come if they did not figure out a method to summon them themselves. If there was a chance that these monsters were going to be true to their word, then Arator had to explore the opportunity to save countless lives from an otherwise meaningless death. It was the responsibility that he had taken when he agreed to help lead the besieged people.

“I am going to meet this messenger personally. Kitro, come with me if you so please.” The knight raised his voice for the larger group around him. “Anyone experience in negotiations and those who are skilled at detecting when they are being lied to join us as well. Your skills will prove invaluable.” Arator paused and looked at the remaining faces of those who put forth his name for leadership. “We have a choice to make here, and we would be foolish to at least not probe the validity of their request.” He motioned his hands to the buildings where the injured and sick were residing and the large shelters that housed the displaced citizens of the town. “We owe it to those who cannot defend themselves to explore a peaceful resolution. If we can end this bloodshed, then it is something we owe it to ourselves to explore.” Concerned glances and stares met the paladin interspersed with the faces of some who agree. “I do not claim to be seeking surrender, but I have been charged with the lives of all in this city and I will do my utmost to preserve as many as I possibly can.” He lifted his face towards the heavens. “May the goddesses make straight our path and grant us wisdom to see through deception.”

The sounds of choking began filling the paladin’s ears as he approached the wall and guessing by the guttural sounds it was a moblin. Arator hurried himself to the top of the nearby rampart and observed the bokoblin messenger, horn laying in the dirt beside him, actively choking on some sort of food. “Holy Hylia, this is bad!” Arator exclaimed. His body went into action almost without thinking as the Paladin searched for a rope that he could tie off and rappel down the walls. Luckily, the search only took a few moments before he tied a knot and was scaling down the side of the wall to the aid of the choking messenger. The usually red skinned bokoblin’s face had begun to turn into a shade of purple from the lack of oxygen. Arator wasted no time in taking up position behind the messenger and began performing abdominal thrusts to dislodge whatever was caught in the creature’s throat. It took a few moments before the jerky became dislodged from the, now purple, bokoblin’s throat. Arator gave the creature a few moments to recover before pressing in on his line of questioning. “We wish to discuss the terms of your proposed surrender, as well as how your leader will guarantee us, our sick, and our wounded safe passage out of the city.” Arator had planned to discuss details such as Voldega’s army moving its troops out of the western front entirely so the citizens had a clear path to Gerudo Town as well as extending the time so that they can arrange for transportation of the sick and wounded. If the messenger or another representative could not agree to these terms and guarantees it would likely lead to more bloodshed. Arator waited for Kitro and those that were accompanying her to join before getting into the details though.
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Re: Fall of East Gerudo Round 4

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Having never encountered the strange customs of the Sheikah [Zen], the Messenger had no way to know that what was offered was not indeed a peace offering but rather a malicious spell intended to kill them! Despite having more than ample enough food at their camp, what they brought with them supplemented by sandseal meat and the fruits and vegetables of the desert, the Messenger hadn’t brought a snack for the journey across the hot sands. The thing smelled of meat, vaguely, so picking it up and brushing it off they ate it. Yet, instead of being able to swallow it as they did most of their food in a single bite, it was so dry and strangely sweet and slightly sour and spicy and itchy, it stuck in their throat! What sort of cursed or poisoned thing did the wall person cast at them?

The bokoblin had been suffocated before, sure, yet this was an entirely different sensation all together. Fortunately, by the time their vision was turning black an armored Hylian [Arator] had appeared from nowhere and squeezed them very hard. It was very painful. His armor dug into their hide and their abdomen ached as if they had been trampled by a rhino. Yet, the evil meat was dislodged and air had returned to their lungs. As they huffed and puffed, the Hylian went on and on, seeing the messenger perhaps as a captive audience.

““We wish to discuss the terms of your proposed surrender, as well as how your leader will guarantee us, our sick, and our wounded safe passage out of the city.”

“Your proposed surrender”? Why would the Messenger be surrendering? No no. There must be a misunderstanding. Why would mighty Voldega help their people? Why would those that followed the prophecy surrender when they had come to seek the surrender of the city?

“Oh no no. We no surrendering! You surrendering! Want we surrender by try killing me?! Me poisoned! Me crushed! No disc-mush!”

As the messenger spoke, the itching in their throat continued to grow and their face began to feel funny. Lifting their hands to their cheeks, they felt their hide and found it hot and puffy. Panic entered their eyes as they looked from the Hylian [Arator] before them and the top of the wall where the sheikah [Zen] was still visible.
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Re: Fall of East Gerudo Round 4

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“Not to worry lil’ guy, I’ve stopped being okay long before today,” Arwen grinned at the Korok as she placed her non-bladed right hand on Zomo’s tiny head and ruffled his hair (twig?) in appreciation, before slowly picking herself back up on her feet with an audible groan as she still felt some residue static course through her body. The Sheikah turned her head towards her handler with some new choice words revolving around the enchantress’ love life, just in time to watch said Gerudo’s face make contact with a right hook from Treble. Well, ‘hook’ might have been too generous a term to describe that punch, which had looked more akin to the flailing arms of a Goron attempting to swim. Martial arts have never quite been Treble’s forte. Crimson eyes wide in surprise, Arwen smiled at the indignant look of shock on Yara’s slightly bruised face, the smile even carrying on as she made eye contact with her childhood friend, almost forgetting that she was angry with her. Just as the Gerudo angrily proclaimed that Treble was interfering with an official Prisoner of Arbitrer’s Ground, the arrival of a so-called messenger caught everyone’s attention; even more so when it was summarized everso eloquently by Amri to everyone gathered at the square.

“Forget academia, Amri, you should consider poetry reading for your career instead,” Arwen called out to the teen as she dusted off her clothes from all the sand that somehow always found itself in every nook and cranny inside her armor. “Maybe Cora here can help you - she apparently knows adjectives. She has the best adjectives.” Arwen then watched as Treble joined Shin and some other young Hylian man she had never met before, electing whether to thank her for stepping in on Arwen’s behalf earlier or not - but ultimately deciding to just nod in response to Shin’s comment as she added with a smile, as she winked at him: “It’s true, I am quite good at taking care of people - ask the pirate’s father”.
“Never mind that, come quickly, we must follow these fools,” Yara hissed urgently as she suddenly grabbed Arwen by her collar and painfully dragged her along as they walked closely behind Arator and Kitro while they made their way to the wall; Arwen glancing sideways at Kitro as they walked and making a mental note to have a serious conversation later with the Gerudo about the importance of calorie counting. “East Gerudo Town will freeze over before a Voe will decide our fate.”

Yara’s mood got even worse once they reached the wall and noticed that the Bokoblin messenger was gasping for breath, despite the Palladin’s best efforts to help it, as it grasped its face which ballooned into an even uglier version (as impossible of a feat as that may sound). Turning to Arwen who was standing between her and Zen, she demanded that the Sheikah do something quickly to save the Bokoblin, lest their attempt at negotiations (or at least stalling the next wave of attack) falls apart. “You assassins are deeply familiar with the anatomy, are you not? Do something!”
“Like what? An emergency tracheotomy?” Arwen asked with a raised eyebrow, as she unsheathed the knife from her belt and held it up haphazardly in the air like a child grasping an object they’ve never encountered before. While the blade was certainly not disinfected, there was a slight chance that some of that magic electricity from all the previous abuses might have somewhat sterilized it as well. “I gotta warn you though: you can never assume too much with these non-human races. This one time I spent way too long holding a Zora’s head underwater before realizing they could not die that way…”
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Re: Fall of East Gerudo Round 4

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Folks called out their varying opinions on the possibility of surrender, with most of them opposed to the idea. Arator was the only other one who seemed to consider the idea, though it sounded like he wanted to be much more above-board with the whole thing than Kitro did. To her, it made sense to use this potential distraction as a chance to send out messengers. It sounded like no one else shared that opinion. She also was not fond of sending a large delegation, particularly the person whom they had just elected as their new commander, into such a tense situation. Shin suggested Zomo going, because not everyone would be able to see him unless attention were drawn to him. Didn’t that mean that every would be able to see him if attention were drawn? Wouldn’t it make more sense to send the korok where people wouldn’t be looking? Their beloved leader did nothing to lead them, beyond charging off in the direction of the messenger and asking anyone who liked to come with. Kitro rubbed her eyes as Finn settled into a crook in her armor. Maybe she should take over. “Get me a white flag and a pole!” she commanded as she began to follow the paladin, and someone handed over a long ruler and a pillowcase. She tied them together and jammed the whole thing into a slot in her armor, so that it stood above her head in the low wind.

Arator had procured a rope and dropped himself on the other side of the wall with no such demarcation. Though Kitro could tell as she went down after him that he was trying to dislodge whatever the bokoblin was choking on, she looked toward the enemy camp on the horizon with concern. Surely it looked like a heavily-armored knight had taken the opportunity to come out and wrestle with their messenger. She supposed that was better than the messenger inconveniently dying on their doorstep, but she kept a wide berth anyway, lest an ice arrow come sailing across the sands any moment. Once the bit of food was dislodged, she noticed what it was, and followed the bokoblin’s gaze up to where Zen was. “DON’T FEED THE ANIMALS!” she yelled up at him, tossing up her hands in disbelief and turning away again. Seemed if these folks weren’t busy trying to kill each other, they were trying to bribe the enemy and accidentally killing their only chance at reconciliation. Someone was going to get them all killed.

The food dislodged, though, the messenger still didn’t seem to be doing any better, and it didn’t take long for Kitro to understand why. She’d seen similar effects in children under their care who didn’t know their own dietary restrictions. “He’s having an allergic reaction,” she called to Arator, sliding on her gauntlets and helmet. She picked up the piece of food and pushed Arator and the knife-wielding Sheikah aside, lifting the bokoblin into her arms like a princess. “Get back inside. You were elected to lead, so keep yourself safe,” she yelled to him over her shoulder as she ran toward the enemy camp. She knew nothing about bokoblin physiology. Hopefully the enemy did. Or hopefully they’d accept her explanation when she arrived with the piece of jerky in hand and they could see the cause of death. She wasn’t going to let this chance at a truce, or at least of a break until tomorrow morning, go to waste.

“Finn!” she called as she ran. “You’re a guardian fairy. Your kind can heal, right? See what you can do!”

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Arator seemed against Kitro's ideas of Finn coming as a 'back up' messenger in case things went south, but he never actually addressed Finn directly, so the fairy looked to Kitro in question when the group going with Aratar started to mobilize. It seemed her plan hadn't changed, so Finn found a hidden spot in her armor and settled in, making sure to take a few steadying breaths once they were moving to focus on turning his glow down - any true invisibility could wait until they needed it.

He couldn't see much from his hidden spot, but he could hear most of the conversation as Kitro followed after Arator, and he caught a glimpse of the bokoblin's situation as the food was dislodged from its throat and it continued still to choke. He was able to get a better look when Kitro picked up the monster, peering out of the spot under her shoulder armor. He hadn't seen a huge number of bokoblins over his short life, but even he could tell that the poor creature's face was distorted. 'Finn!' Kitro shouted as she ran them across the sand, and Finn's eyes widened at her question, his chest twisting as he instinctively expected for his answer to disappoint. "I..s-sometimes!" he raised his voice so she could hopefully hear his answer over the wind, and reached out for the bokobolin's floppy ear from his spot on her shoulder. "But only if.." His fingers made contact with the 'blins ear, and he took in a sharp breath, eyes widening. "Yes!" he shouted the answer, his glow brightening considerably with the leap in emotion.

Finn flipped his poncho up so that the fabric fell over his shoulders, and scrambled for the drawstring pouch tied at his belt. He reached in and fumbled through the bits of herbs by texture, and grabbed two slivers of hearty truffle, enough to fill his palm. There wasn't time to pull his acorn mortar out, even if they hadn't been currently running through the desert, so he tossed the truffle into his mouth and chewed it into a paste as quickly as he could. Once it was mashed thoroughly Finn spit the goopey mixture back into his palm and reached out for the bokoblin's ear once more, grabbing it with his free hand to pull it closer and then mashing his truffle-covered hand against the 'blin's skin. Then he closed his eyes, grit his teeth briefly, and with sent a rush of magic towards the bokoblin that would only be noticeable to Kitro as a flare in the intensity of his glow. He felt it work, and once the magic was through he shifted to sit back into the crook of Kitro's armor with a quiet huff exhale, with his glow dimming to a softer light again as well. The puffiness on the monster's face would remain, but Finn would've stopped the reaction from choking the 'blin any further. The reaction had been fast acting though, and so Finn was still left to question if he'd stopped it fast enough. "Are they breathing again?" he asked Kitro through the wind of her running.
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The warm sands against his belly, Wekwek laid perfectly still and camouflaged, content beneath the blazing rays of the Gerudo Desert’s sun. He and the other lizal assigned with him to guard the messenger were far from the action of whatever was going on by the city. Truthfully, maybe a little too far hidden behind the little dune as they had been. As far as Wekwek was concerned, as long as no enemies went charging past him and he was able to report back if the bokoblin was killed, he had done his job. It was an easy task, surely, who would be stupid enough to try and attack the mighty King of the Monsters and his army? So he warmed himself and even allowed the luxury of closing his eyes for just a second. Well, it seemed like only a second but a horrific thudding drawing ever closer drew him from seemed to be a nice little nap as when he opened his eyes to see a giant metallic behemoth barreling right for him! How could a thing move so fast?

The second shock to the sleep-dulled lizalfos was that it seemed to be carrying in its arms the messenger! If the cloak were any indication. Additionally, some strange net was sticking up from its shoulder, filling with wind as if it were trying to catch up all the darners in the desert. Before Wekwek could do much at all, his companion, the incredibly annoying Tekek, let out a startled “wekkkk!!!!” and leaped into the air with her spear right at the behemoth. Say what you want about Tekek, but Wekwek had to resign himself to a facsimile of appreciation for her bravery. Truthfully his first instinct was to run away! Yet, he couldn’t abandon Tekek, they were from the same clutch afterall!

“WEK!” cried Wekwek as he stood, camouflage falling away as the electricity of his horn came to life. He held his tri-bladed boomerang to his side with feigned confidence before he moved into the path of the strange metallic being. Getting close, he closed his eyes and unleashed the electricity stored in his body in a dome. Unfortunately, Wekwek had not been thinking that with the momentum of the thing it would fall forward, completely crushing his tail and the messenger beneath it.

“WEKKKKKK!” Wekwek beat at the armor with its boomerang futilely as he tried to pull his precious, his very first, tail free. Yet there was no avail, as his tail separated from his body with a grotesque squelch, the scent of dead bokoblin coming with his stump.

“WWWWEk!” lamented Wekwek as he ran as fast as he could back towards the camp, leaving Tekek and her spear behind, the other lizal’s head caught in the cloth bag that the giant had wielded on its shoulder.
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Kitro continued to run full speed toward the enemy line. Maybe Finn could save the boko, maybe he couldn’t. But surely they would have medics of their own kind who could see to him, if Kitro could just get him there in time. In fact, Finn announced that he could help, and then asked if the blin were breathing. Kitro couldn’t hear well enough through her helmet to check, but held the messenger up to her helmet to see if maybe his breath would fog the glass. It did, and she slowed down just a tad in relief.

With the bokoblin held in front of her, she didn’t have time to react to the two lizals that leapt from the sand. Nor did she have time to reposition herself as electricity coursed through her armor, seizing up her limbs just long enough to send her sprawling on top of the bokoblin and a squawking lizard. Even with her enchantments set to reduce the weight of her and her armor, the best setting for running places, the weight was still too much for the creature crushed beneath her, and she growled in frustration as she lifted herself out of the sand and untangled herself from the second lizal, who made the whole ordeal much more complicated than standing up should have been. Eventually she separated them, holding the lizard person in front of her as it babbled and akk’d and exclaimed about “Calamity,” just about the only common word it seemed to have in its vocabulary.

“We wish to speak with your king!” Kitro said to it, but the look in its eyes was not one of understanding. Great. Kitro put it down, and it scurried off, leaving Finn, Kitro, a smashed corpse, and an extra tail behind. “Great.” How were they supposed to parley if the only enemy who understood common were dead? Why had the lizals attacked her? Had they really expected to deliver the message, and not take one back? What sort of tactic was that? The enemy needed them to vacate the city. Why did they not act like it? Were they all that dumb? Were they supposed to give up this city to an opponent who couldn’t even speak? “We wish to speak with your king!” she yelled again, hoping the words would reach the retreating lizals or the enemy line, and slumping down to sit in the sand beside the dead messenger, resting her head in her hands. Nothing made sense. Their chance to end this without further bloodshed was gone…
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Regarding adjectives - Robin could think of quite a few macabre descriptors that could potentially be used to illustrate their very possibly impending deaths in detail. Catching a bit of the now very irritated Gerudo, whom Treble has struck across the face's, shouting, Robin turned to Arwen with a mixture of consternation and curiosity visible in his green eyes. "U-um...wh-what did you happen to do to end up in the Arbiter's Grounds...?"

He was interrupted by the sounds of a commotion that seemed to be occurring at the Southern Gate -- that was where the messenger was, wasn't it? -- and soon after, noises of a struggle and the unmistakable shrieking noises of what could only be a Lizalfos in the distance, a breath hitching in his dry throat at the sound.

Something about those distant cries simply didn't sit well with the mage in a manner not dissimilar to the feeling when one found a library book that had been misplaced or, worse, lost.

"W-we should start preparing the pyre," He suggested (still rather meek despite his best efforts) to Shin, Treble and Valbert. "D-do you mind gathering wood, cloth and oil -- anything that might smoke a great deal, really -- from the stores of the town?"
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Magda stood impatiently at the entrance of the ice house, the first stop on their tour. She tapped her foot impatiently. She understood that he was on crutches, but she had always thought of him as a bit lazy -- and his tardiness at their new job wasn't doing him any favors in this regard. Finally, he hobbled his way to the front of the ice house and Magda was able to start her new job. "Now," she began. "Clearly you won't be doing much counting yourself if we want it to get done before the end of the siege. I think we should have the others start counting what we have left, and a headcount of who remains in the city, and then we can start planning our rations. Until then, minimal rations. I'll be in charge of keeping track of who's gotten what while you work on getting those inventory numbers." Magdalene nodded, but something was nagging at her. She didn't realize it right away, but it was Mags. There was excitement at the wall.

Mags stood perched above the wall as the events unfolded, watching as Zen seemed to bait the bokoblin into choking while Arator, Kitro, and her fairy stowaway charged forward to assault the bokoblin and then kidnap him... towards the enemy lines? It didn't take long for the situation to get even dire as two camouflaged lizalfos appeared out of nowhere, shocking the gerudo. The body fell, crushing the bokoblin and taking the lizalfos's tail with her. Mags let out a chirp in shock. This was turning out to be quite the strange show!

Mags lifted her bow. She certainly couldn't do anything about the mashed bokoblin, but she could certainly help with the lizalfos. One was closer, but the other was getting away. She nocked an arrow to her bow, aiming towards the fleeing Wekwek before letting an arrow fly. It landed a few feet from where the Lizalfos's heart would have been. So close! She nocked another arrow, readjusted, and let the arrow fly. It didn't hit Wekwek's torso, but did pierce the Lizalfos's leg. She watched the creature gracelessly fall to the ground. Its squirming confirmed that it was still alive. With that target neutralized (there was no way it would get back to the camp on one leg) she turned back towards the others, as Kitro had gotten back up and was now screaming at the other Lizalfos. Dramatic. Mags almost grabbed another arrow, but she thought better -- maybe she should wait to see how this one plays out.
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Amri was starting to get sick of all the hugs she had been getting lately. While she appreciated the sentiment and support and stuff, she just really wasn’t super into the touching? It was a lot of touching… between the fighting and medical care and hugs from Zen and Val. Yet it was stressful to be in a war zone or whatever, so she just let her touchy-feely sheikah himbo cousin do his thing. Her therapist said part of her own healing was being emotionally available for other people, and the rich, sheltered voe that gripped on to her was totally not prepared for the kind of shit Amri has been through. Poor guy. Leading an estate and practicing historical marital arts or whatever was nothing like having to actually survive in the coming world. So she was there for him. She listened to his concerns, and was skeptical, confused as he talked about his suspicions about a spy. It was something she deeply pondered after patting him on the back and separating with a smile, turning her attention to the shitshow happening below.

“No! What if it’s a trick Zen? It’s like lesson 2 of that class I was talking about, never leave a defensible position! That tin-can is supposed to be the leader? And the tin-can vajukari down there too? I thought she was smart! What are they thinking? If they both don’t get KILLED we need to do like a tactics workshop, teach them the Wa principles of war.” Amri shook her head, the emotional landscape around her growing tense as the events escalated, more and more people joining Zen, the two original Gerudo guards, and herself. She felt herself growing more tired and sore by the moment as her pain relievers continued to taper off. The teen groaned louder and louder as the events below developed, escalating in a shout of “oh fuck” when two electric lizalfos burst from hiding and attacked.

“How the fuck are we gonna get those two Din-damned TREASURE VAULTS back up here!!! Guard the rope! Sound the alarm! Fucking shoot I don’t know! Holy hylia great shot bird-brai— uh bird-bone! Someone grab the injured lizalfos! All these sheikah don’t any of you know how to like grab someone and poof with them or something? Arrowroot or whatever your name is tin-can voe, shouldn’t we grab that lizard?”
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Zen pulled back from his cousin as their space was suddenly invaded by a large group of people suddenly heading to their wall. His spy theory now completely forgotten, he was surprised to see the bokoblin choking on the meat, and then being violently "rescued" by their leader and a suit of armor.

“Wait, stop!!” He tried to shout, but it was lost in the chaos. “I already tried!” But, it seemed that no one was listening to him. A sense of dread filled the Sheikah boy’s stomach. Why was everyone running around so quickly? Where was the communication? Why was the man the others had appointed as a leader, suddenly vaulting over the wall? And now the suit of armor was yelling at him? Said suit of armor started running off with a half dead Bokoblin in it’s arms, towards the enemy. The result of the armor’s attempt was predictable, and Zen groaned, the weight of the situation falling heavy onto him once again. He looked to his cousin and Arwen, the others smart enough not to leave their fortress. They seemed to be the only people to listen to him at the moment.

“I already tried asking the Bokoblin nicely if we could have a talk about the situation. He obviously refused. They aren’t listening to reason, and believe me, I want to reason with them more than anything... I hope the armor comes back… we’d just be risking more people if they are sent out to retrieve it.” His voice was a bit rough as he spoke, but he managed a thankful wave to Mags, who had gotten in some great shots to save the armor. He then peered down at Arator. “Hey, leader guy, stop being a hero and tell us what we should do!” The irony of his words were not lost on Zen, for once.
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“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” Roalson muttered to himself. “Why didn’t I get a wheelchair?” With how slow he was, he knew he was going to be late. No, he was probably late. He had lost sight of Magda, but he had asked others where the ice house was, giving him a sense of, for example, where to next to get there. With some sense of direction, the only factor slowing him down was his broken leg. He or some other person could push it quickly as he sat in it. After hobbling through the paved roads, he finally saw Magda, waiting for him as she tapped her foot.

Listening to her explanation, he figured he would be in a more managerial position, gathering all the data collected by the others and reporting it to her. That wouldn’t be too hard. He had done something like that with Father’s business and with Mother for the Runners, though it wasn’t as provisional as this and, for the latter, mostly substituted for her when she want to smoke alone. Starting the task at hand, he went to a chair behind a table near the inventory and sat there, taking a piece of paper out of a stack and a pencil from the table to tally the supplies near him. Glancing at Magda, he noticed a worried look on her face. “Is there something wrong, Magda?”
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