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It had texture of well-rosted beef but rather bland taste.

"Is it, umm... tasty? _{Edible at least?}"

//I have assumed that Gigla mistyped 10 as 19 in his coords

10+17+2 /2 = Up to 14HP healed

10+8+5 /2 = Up to 11HP healed

The door couldn't be opened. It had a handle, but the door didn't budge when pulled. There was no lock or mechanism that opens it.

The huge slab of metal didn't move either when Aiesha punched it. This door is impassable at the moment.

Hit: 103+10+2-34 = 81
Hit roll: 35, hit!
Damage: 21+1-9 = 13dmg

CHOP! CHOP!

And the gargoyle brought an enormous plate with two halves of ribcage, steaming after being freshly pulled from the fireplace and the dark red meat sweating with fat. He set the plate down on the table and left a small hatchet on the table.

"Bones are extra sturdy on these beasts. You can cleave separate ribs with this." He nodded at the hatchet, then returned behind his counter.

Aliberti and Rosana didn't look particularily hungry.

"My companions want to rest, so we should. Can you take us to the nearest inn?"

"Inn?" Prince Aliberti was confused for a moment.

"Uhhh... a place where you can buy food and bedding for a night?"

"Ah, now I understand. We call these houses of rest. There is one in Fort Arrival. I will take you there." Prince and his entourage followed after Akk, who stopped only for a brief moment to allow the guards to open the heavy wooden doors. The timber was seemingly lightweight, as pair of humans opened the gates with ease by simply pushing the doors outwards. Like all the pale folk, they stared curiously at the visitors that the centaur brought in.

Inside the fortress was a rather bleak sight. There was a small wooden building with a flag representing black fist on greyish background. Numerous smaller hovels and houses 'carved' out of the rock floor surrounded it.

"GNARRRLLLLHHH." Some of the spit came from the mouth of an ugly beast; it was a reptile, as tall as a horse, covered in dark green scales, with two tiny beady eyes and two rows of teeth inside its traingle-shaped mouth.

"Easy, easy..." An uniformed man patted the beast, sitting on its back without a sadle. He then struck the sides of the giant lizard with his knees and it took off, slowly walking across the road. Akk didn't mind, but Aurelian, onto whose face the spit flew, probably did.

The Centaur stopped before a building, or rather set of chambers, carved into a small hill. The wooden windows were closed but faint candlelight was shining through the cracks.

"This is 'The First Door', the only inn in this cavern. H'hr is the restmaster. He is elderly, a bit grumpy, and always suspicious of any and every two-legs, so don't mind his remarks. Do you have money?"

"Money from our world... will it be accepted?"

"What kind of metal?"

"Gold?"

"Hmm. If you put enough on the table, H'hr might accept it. Here, underground, iron and steel are more valuable, but minted coins need the Imperial stamp on them. But like I said, gold might do. I will now go and visit the garrison and tell them of you arrival, and questions." With that, the centaur moved further while Prince looked at the resthouse's door.

"People living underground, riding on giant lizards, eating mold and mushrooms for breakfast and considering gold a worthless metal. This world's crazy."

"Come on, Aliberti. We should at least, um, sample the cuisine..." It was Rosana who opened the door and stepped in; her brother followed, and so did his companions.

Inside 'The First Door' were sets of small rock stools and tables; not real furniture, but carved pieces of rock, connected to the floor. Miners and stoneworkers of this crazy world must be quite skilled.

The resthouse wasn't really busy. One man was munching on something in the corner, while a brown-skinned gargoyle was sitting behind a counter - carved from the rock as well - eyeing the newcomers. Once the strangers approached, he lifted his clawed hand and poked Aliberti on cheek.

"Watch it."

"Hmph. Your skin isn't pale. I'm not sure I like sick people in here.

"This is our natural skin color... in the place we live in, at least."

"Ne'er heard of a place where people live with the deadly fireskin, but that is not my business. Roasted mushrooms' a coin, mold ale two, lizard steak three, and meat soup is four but you gonna have to wait. Bed's ten," He looked at the group. "But I only have a single common room with six beds. You do have coins, yes?" Aliberti fished out the group's bag of money and opened it, showing golden coins of his homeland. The gargoyle fished out one, looked it over, bit it, and then put it back to bag.

"Freaky people, freaky coinage, I guess. Hmph. Allright, fine, I will take it. One-to-five ratio, though.

"What!" Rosana stared in disbelief, Aliberti gritted his teeth, the gargoyle shrugged - and a quiet chuckle came from the corner of the resthouse. What to do...

The air smelled of lemons.

Up to 5HP healed

10+8+5 /2 = Up to 11HP healed

Up to 10HP healed

Up to 10HP healed

~~Enemies Turn!~~

"NONSENSE! You have breached all points of the established protocol! You refused to reply to the pings via Orb of Communication!! You even destroyed poor Kraken instead of relaying the communications through him! And you have no centaur guide with you!"

His chest piece smoked and sizzled again.

"I deem you being guilty of the WORST kind of intrusion and ruffianism possible! PUNISHMENT IS ELIMINATION, that's right!!" Pschoooo^ooooo_ooooooo^oooooooo-*K-BOOM*

Hit: 105-15-10-27 = 63
Hit roll: 71, miss!

Adjacent roll: 3, South!
Beryn's body gets some burns.
Splash damage!
Lucrezia receives (23-10) 13 damage!
Ethan receives (23-13) 10 damage!
Amberly receives (23-4) 19 damage!

"_{Aw shite I ran out of missiles.}"

Meanwhile, Baurus got singed.

Hit: 120-10-30 = 80
Hit roll: 29, hit! Crit roll: 5!
Damage: 6-0 = 6x3 = 18dmg

Floater F strikes again!
Hit: 120-10-30 = 80
Hit roll: 41, hit!
Damage: 6-0 = 6dmg

Hit: 120-10-30 = 80
Hit roll: 56, hit!
Damage: 6-0 = 6dmg

Floater G strikes again!
Hit: 120-10-30 = 80
Hit roll: 9, hit!
Damage: 6-0 = 6dmg

~~Allies Turn!~~

Ethan went to clonk a Floater, but succeeded only partially.

Hit: 95+15-34 = 76
Hit roll: 12, hit!
Damage: 28-9 = 19dmg

Floater G counters!
Hit: 120-31 = 89
Hit roll: 90, miss!

Floater G retaliates again!
Hit: 120-31 = 89
Hit roll: 74, hit!
Damage: 6-0 = 6dmg

PTW. Dunno if apply... I have no character idea, mug or backstory in mind.

Save it, reupload it to the thing of your choice, use it.

Considering the extremely unfortunate link, I would re-upload wherever

Chalco Pyritos and Vera Allester escape successfully!


The horses, wyvern and pegasus were mounted quite fast and then Prince Titon and his retainers rushed through the door on the other side of the stables, distant cries of pain and clashing of weapons still heard as just few axemen and their sergeant managed to get to the entrance of the stables. Sergeant have lost his helmet and his head was bleeding while he was pointing and shouting after the fleeing entourage.

Alas, pointing and shouting was all he could do.

Sentries on the walls weren't particularily active or where lost in the chaos as Prince Titon and his friends rushed through the gatehouse, through the drawbridge, and then they were free, following the path to the Alvadian Glade.

The only forest in day's travel that could help them escape certain death.





Prince Titon marched through the thicket, no longer having a mighty steed that could help him cruise between the trees.

"...I see. So Minister Lafach somehow convinced your great-grandfather to disown both you and Prince Asmal and grant the title of Emperor to the ministry?" Captain Irza followed behind the Prince, keeping her eyes on him.

"I think he must have created the documents himself... as the last time I heard of the Succession Treaty, I was going to be the next Emperor. I can't believe that Gash III, even in his advanced age, would change his mind like that. I will think on this later... now, we must get to the other side of the Glade. Then... then we will go somewhere. I need allies if I want to stop Lafach's rule as an Emperor. He is greedy, harsh and never held a weapon. Such a man cannot be a good Emperor."

Captain Irza didn't respond, just followed Prince...

...till he dissappeared with a gasp and rustling of branches!

"Prince Titon!"

Prince Titon, in the meanwhile, have finished his descend down this slippery slope and his face was firmly planted between the knees of a cloaked girl that was resting under a big oak. He lifted himself and rubbed the back of his head.

"Gah! Sorry! I didn't mean to assault you! I mean fall fo- ON you! Thousand apologies!" He quickly rose to his feet, a little red on his face, as his retainers caught up with him.

//Alice Lierane is now active!