The True Skull: Oh, I know what you mean. But the idea behind this FanFic is to give a second chance to the Arthurian myth in a compatible world (here the kingdom of Bretonnia in Warhammer Fantasy). The idea developed in two directions, the interaction between the inhabitants of the Extraverse (Hakuno + the Knights of the Round) and the inhabitants of the Old World, and the interaction between the knights themselves. Since many knights have not met in the Extraverse, I am therefore obliged to speak of the Arthurian legends to place them in a common setting. In addition... these legends also inspired Warhammer Fantasy's Bretonnia, which means that this is also a common setting with the Old World.
Boyzilla: If Guinevere appears in the Fate license, I hope TypeMoon gives her the alignment she deserves... Chaotic Evil! When I see Gawain and Artoria crucifying themselves saying: "It's all my fault." I feel like banging my head against a wall.
For the "military" role of Hakuno, I agree with you. Besides, I intend to bring together all the Knights of the Round only in battle and focus especially on those who are around Hakuno in the normal chapters.
Steelrain66: Leon? Do you want to say Louen Leoncoeur? In fact, the moment I started to think about my answer to your question, it clicked in my head. It's been a while since I felt like I forgot to talk about something... and yes, it's that. What does King Louen think of Hakuno's expedition? I should have mentioned it immediately after she left. Because of course the Bretonnian king soon learned of Hakuno's disappearance and her intentions. Since the Arc is almost finished, I would wait until the beginning of the next Arc to develop Louen's reaction. But to give you an initial answer, Louen is a paragon of chivalry... à la mode de Bretonnia, that is to say, that he is gallant with women but also that he leaves them little choice on what to say, think or do... So, Louen was very surprised (to say the last)... he did not expect that such a fragile and shy teen girl would try to get rid of the golden cage in which he had locked her. In fact, he never even thought he was putting Hakuno in a "golden cage". For Louen, a woman must be "protected" behind the walls of a castle and wait for the return of the gallants' knights who fought for her. Suffice to say that it is the incomprehension that dominates. Louen understands almost as well Hakuno's behavior as you would understand the behavior of a little green man just descended from his flying saucer.
For Mordred, I understand your impatience... I also love this tomboy, the mixture of strength and fragility that she shows makes her irresistible. That said I have a fear of the character as an author, she is quite difficult to handle, difficult to write the right mixture of childish innocence, brutality, and tortured emotions to get the "Mordred" cocktail. Unfortunately; her invocation is not planned for right now. In my synopsis, the Knight of Betrayal appears only in the 5th Arc (Marienburg is the second).
ATP (Guest): Yes, I agree. The Thalmor in Skyrim is a good example of non-Tolkien elves and are fundamentally... the Menilbonean from Elric the Necromancer! Ironically, Michael Morcook has a profound loathing of Tolkien that he called (quote) "petty-bourgeois propagandist".
And for Selar... it's (allegedly) one of the most dangerous criminals of Marienburg underground!
But it looks like everyone finds her "cute"... Selar is going to have depression! And yes, here is the powerful magic effect of Hakuno's Head Tilt. Hakuno can destroy the reputation of a criminal elf (thus several centuries of reputation) in an instant. Hakuno's Head Tilt is an Ex Rank Noble Phantasm!
Daemones monstra et tenebris copias
(Demons, monsters, and dark forces)
"The Kingdoms of Chaos are occupied by Demons. Created by the Dark Gods, they are responsible for assisting their mortal champions in campaigns to conquer the lands of civilized men. Some are conscientiousness' beings, animated by hatred alone, while others are cunning and carefully foment the rout of those they claim to serve. We can invoke the Demons, bind them, coerce them, but not kill them. They are magical beings to whom our nightmares and fears give shape. All they have to do is rush the end of everything that exists."
- Extract of Liber Malefic
Hakuno stood up, rubbing her eyes. She had slept poorly... The ground covered with dried mud from a stone hut buried two thousand years earlier was not a very comfortable bed... even for someone who used to sleep on college desks.
If only her dreams had been restful...
The Victor of the Moon had relived the memories of one of her Servants... a knight in red armor in love with Britain's Queen. This dream left her an aftertaste of failure and grief...
She sighed and stood up. The two thieves of Marienburg were still asleep, but Gawain stood at the entrance, his hands crossed on Galatine. He heard her rise and turned to bow his hand to his heart:
"Did you have a good rest, My Liege?"
Hakuno simply shook her head, she was not a person of many words:
"How long have I been asleep?"
"A little over an hour, Master."
Hakuno Kishinami focused on her connection to the other two Servants.
Sir Bedivere was a Servant and a Knight of the Round. This certainly made him one of the most dangerous beings of the Old World. However, he did not feel reassured...
He walked slowly, and his eyes ran through the darkness illuminated only by the luminescence that emanated from encrustations in the walls of elven alabaster and the reddish glow that emanated from the silver lance covered with runes that he held in his only hand.
In spite of past millennia, the building he visited was strangely in good condition. The walls were covered with frescoes telling the ancient history of the Asur, the High Elves. No doubt that even for these practically immortal people this distant past must have been forgotten or only subsisting in the form of legends or children's tales.
Archaeologists would have given ten years of their lives to be in Bedivere's place...
Crack!
Mechanically the Lancer-class Servant stepped back and lightened what he had crushed... a human femur! Other bones recalled that a man had died here years earlier. Since they entered the Tower of Dawn, the two Servants had encountered many skeletons of men... and other creatures that were not. Where the defender of the Tower of Dawn had surprised entire teams of adventurers, the bones of dozens of corpses were intertwined.
For centuries, historians, thieves, magicians, scholars, mercenaries, grave robbers, and adventurers of all kinds had entered the Tower of Dawn. Whether they were guided by the thirst for gold or the thirst for knowledge, whether they entered alone or surrounded by bodyguards, all had perished. Among the remains, some still held the wands or the staffs of the adepts of magic, while others wore archaic armor and weapons still impregnated with devastating spells.
In their time, these victims of the creature haunting the buried tower had been among the best practitioners of their arts. It had not saved them...
Sir Bedivere knew how to dominate his fear, but it could not be said that he was serene. In fact, he envied Berserker...
The Black Knight followed him without showing any fatigue or hesitation. The horrific atmosphere of the ancient building had no influence on him. The piles of corpses, the rooms ravaged by the battles between the adventurers and the defender of the tower left him insensitive. He would step over the grimacing skeletons of warriors with broken armor without looking at them.
With his shoulders bent, his helmet letting a red light filter through... the monster was looking for the author of this slaughter. Sometimes a kind of surprisingly sweet grunt came out of his throat.
Bedivere descended a spiral staircase and stopped...
In the reddish glow of his spear had just appeared something disturbing. The circular wall was covered with strange violet vegetation. As he approached, the Knight of the Round frowned... no, they were not plants... on the wall was a sort of sickly pink slimy film.
Berserker grumbled and gathered on himself as he was ready to leap, he was turned towards something... a sort of instinct made him react to a living presence.
The red flame of Bedivere's lance sparkles with more brilliance... revealing a humanoid form bound to the wall by pink mucus. A Skaven! The rat-man was still alive and struggling feebly.
His eyes were opened and he looked at them with fever, uttering acute squeaks which must have been calls for help. Although he was a monster and an enemy of his Master, Sir Bedivere was a knight and had sworn to help those in distress. Approaching, he wanted to use his lance Naw Rhic to deliver the unfortunate but the Noble Phantasm struggled to cut the mucus... worse the latter reacted. The disgusting pink matter seemed to erupt, completely enveloping the Skaven. Something happened then, the rat-man struggled even more violently even if his cries were muffled.
With eyes enlarged with disgust, Bedivere saw the silhouette deform... grow... thicken... then the disgusting substance spat out the Skaven... or rather what the Skaven had become... a colossus dressed in rags whose deformed body was adorned with numerous mutations: extra eyes; tentacles; scales; lobster claws; purulent abscesses...
"RRRrrrRRRRR!"
Berserker had picked up the weapon of the Skaven, a simple rusty steel cleaver. But a red glow shone in the black knight's chest and lines of glowing energy were now contorted on the blade.
He threw himself forward... the fight... no, the execution... lasted only a brief moment. Berserker's speed and strength were astounding, even for a Servant.
Cut in half, the mutated Skaven fell to the ground in the midst of a wreath of blood.
"RRRRRRRrrrRRRRR!"
Overturning his head, Berserker uttered a long howl mixing wild joy with a challenge.
The sound was muffled by the earth and the stone, but Hakuno awoke from the senseless rage of the call.
The Victor of the Moon listened attentively to Bedivere's report before nodding her head. Reading the Liber Malefic had taught her many things about demons.
[Lancer, we were looking for Dawn Fire, but we found the demon prince's lair.]
There was a brief silence. Then: [But the demon has only been in Marienburg for a few weeks, two or three months at most. Most deaths are older. ]
Hakuno blinked and corrected:
[Two different enemies.]
Bedivere was not yet accustomed to Hakuno's economy of words. He asked for clarification:
[You mean we have two enemies in the buried tower, Master? The demon and the defender of the Tower? ]
The Sovereign thinks for a while and then shook her head:
[Three. There are also the Skavens. ]
The remark of his Master was undoubtedly correct. The two Servants were going to have to face three distinct enemies. The first was what had protected this tower for centuries, perhaps a guardian left by the Asurs to defend the Sar Gem. After the abandonment of the city and its burial under the mud, the Skavens had come to settle in the ruins. This explains the disappearances of some thieves who had ventured into the deepest galleries of the maze. And then, more recently, Slaneesh had sent a demon prince against Marienburg. The powerful daemon had no doubt encroached on the territory of the Skavens who had attacked it in return. The numerous corpses of rat-men showed it well. Unless the demon prince was hungry after all most of Skavens' corpses had been partially devoured!
Sir Bedivere was not a man to panic easily. Even after losing his arm in a battle with the Saxons, he continued to fight. Nevertheless, the situation was anything but ideal. The battle was going to be a sort of Battle Royal between four factions so each was the enemy of the other three.
[Very well Master, Berserker, and I are resuming our lead.]
Hakuno nodded her head with a determined look. Around her, the Regalia projected an arc of a circle of virtual screens. These translucent rectangles were filled with tables of statistics, images, and columns of numbers. There was a bluish light that illuminated the underground ruins like in broad daylight.
[I am ready. ]
[We rely on you Master, but prefer your own protection. Tell Sir Gawain that the Skavens are nearby and that he must not relax his vigilance. ]
[I would tell him.]
Raising his spear like a torch, Sir Bedivere illuminated a vast room invaded by the dust of the centuries. The walls were covered with pink mucus. From the ceiling hung some kind of cocoons of this same repugnant material and others were clad to the walls. In each of them was contortioned a partially mutated humanoid figure...
[At least now we know what happened to all the people of Marienburg who have disappeared in recent weeks.]
At the entrance of the tower, Hakuno followed the advance of her Servants through Bedivere's eyes. One of the virtual screens showed everything he saw. Shaking her hands against her chest, the Sovereign of the Moon briefly displayed a violent emotion... a mixture of fear and disgust.
Yet the mental message Lancer received was calm:
[I see. Without Gawain's vigilance, I would be among them.]
That night, when a monstrous tentacle of pinkish slime had come snooping around the cellar of the Doodkanaal where she had taken up residence, the Knight of the Sun had saved her from a fate worse than death. The Master looked at the bodies that were still struggling feebly. Poor people...
[Master, end their suffering. Give me your order!]
Hakuno opened her eyes with surprise. Bedivere asked her to finish these poor people?
She shook her head with teary-eyed.
Although she did not speak, the Master-Servant mental bond was subtle enough to convey her refusal. Bedivere understood of course that his Master did not want to kill innocent people, it was all to her credit. Nevertheless...
[Master, even though these people haven't gone completely insane, they're mutants. Mutants are often killed by normal individuals to prevent the spread of Chaos. Ending their torment would be an act of kindness. We can do nothing more for them.]
But Hakuno shook her head again. The Servant whom she had led during the Lunar Grail War could have taught his "Kouhai" that their Master could be at time extremely stubborn.
But she refused to believe that it was impossible for her to help the poor Marienburgers. She focused on the Regalia and an extra screen appeared. Hakuno Kishinami wasn't just a sixteen-year-old high school girl... she was mostly the Sovereign of the Moon. Her will was supported by all the power of the Moon Cell Automaton, a photonic computer that ridiculed the power of most of the gods and backlog several billion years of knowledge from countless Time Lines. For such a machine, the very concept of reality was only a variable subject to change. Nothing was impossible for the Lunar Grail.
The screen that had just appeared showed the logo of the Moon Cell, a cube of photonic crystal, and a simple line of text:
Request being processed, please wait
After about ten seconds, the text changed:
Solution found, use of a Purifying Mystic Code.
Mystic Code? Hakuno was surprised by this unfamiliar term. Was it some kind of Formal Wear? However, the Regalia was active. Cubes of photonic crystals and digital particles began to dance before the eyes of the Master condensing in a magnificent form... a golden sword scabbard, inlaid with an elegant pattern of blue lacquer and some fairy language writing. It floated before Hakuno, haloed with a soft golden light.
Gawain, Alvarez, and the thief who was their guide turned to the light, in awe. But only the knight of the Round recognized the object that had just appeared before the Master:
"Avalon, the scabbard of Excalibur!"
Kishinami touched the scabbard.
Unfortunately, it was only a pale copy, not the original. These characteristics were nevertheless those of a Mystic Code of A rank. Its protective properties were real. Unlike a Formal Wear that only allowed to cast a single Code Cast, this Mystic Code could throw three: Cure (64), Heal (64), and Protect (64). Code Cast Cure (64) can remove all status effects. In other words, he treated poisonings and curses... and therefore, the chaotic mutations that were a bit of both.
The Moon Cell Automaton had just made a truly royal gift to its Sovereign.
The Mystic Code in hand, Hakuno concentrated:
"Code Cast: Cure (64)"
The power of the Sheath of the Holy Sword manifested itself in the form of a golden aura that surrounded one of the captives. Normally, this Code Cast could only cure one person at a time.
Fortunately, the demon prince's mucus was a single organism that united all his prisoners. As "cure" was a type of Code Cast that was directed against status effect and not on individuals, its effect spread to all Marienburger present, since they participated in the same organism and suffered from the same curse.
The pink mucus that covered the walls and ceiling disintegrated immediately, releasing the prisoners. Although they fainted, they no longer showed the deformities that had disfigured them. Hakuno had saved them.
However, it was not only good news. The destruction of the mucus had been greeted by a horrible cry of pain that had shaken the buried tower. The Code Cast had wounded the demon prince and his fury raged in the distance.
Bedivere again communicated with the Victor of the Moon:
[Master, we must expect the enemy to attack us. And we cannot defend the Marienburgers between us.]
Here's another problem, but the Moon Cell was already searching a solution. A screen turned on:
Invocation of a Plant in progress.
After only a few seconds, a strange thing appeared in the room that had served as prisons for the innocent kidnapped by the demon prince. The creature looked like a three-legged cauldron floating above the ground. A sort of buzzing emanated from it.
From the central opening came crystal cubes and virtual violet particles. They clung together to form a colossus, an Aggressor. These commander-like "Attack_Type programs" have the ability to invoke effigy indefinitely.
Already the clear crystal creature raised its cleaver sword and smaller silhouettes armed with bows, spears, or maces appeared around it.
It was the birth of an army. The Plant would continue to invoke Aggressors and Aggressors to invoke effigy until they crushed any resistance... or were all destroyed.
The ruins of the ancient elven city were caught in the whirlwind of a fierce battle that was not unlike the battles that preceded its fall during the War of the Beard. The mutated citizens of Marienburgs and the transformed Skavens who formed the army of the demon prince ascended from the depths as an army emerged from hell. These monsters resembled a mixture of humans (or ratmen) of crustaceans, insects, octopus, and lizards. They had extra limbs in the most incongruous places and all seemed to have a kind of plague that covered them with unhealthy bubo.
This horde of grotesque monsters spewed acid or flames and would have been fierce adversaries to any human army.
But they were facing "Attack_Type programs". Effigy ignored fear. If one of them fell it was replaced.
The fighting that had begun inside the Tower of Dawn had gradually spread to all the ruins of the city engulfed by the mud. They fought on the old squares which had become caves, among the houses ruined and partly invaded by the earth, along the tunnels which had been streets in the distant past.
The clashes could not have been more violent. These insane monsters did not know fear, all were endowed with additional abilities. They rushed forward without worrying about losses and their fury was rewarded by significant losses into the ranks of the photonic crystal puppets that opposed them.
Nevertheless, the Aggressors raised their cleavers, and whirlpools of data particles and photonic cubes formed new combatants. Sometimes one of the commanders succumbed to the enemy's flood, but the Plant continued to invoke Aggressors and their numbers continued to increase.
Of course, the demon prince had understood the danger represented by the Plant and had sent large numbers to take over the buried tower. Nevertheless, they faced unexpected resistance.
Sir Bedivere was standing on a pile of corpses. Any human adversary would have been frightened by the carnage that a single man had provoked in the ranks of the assailants. But mutants didn't know fear.
As a new wave of adversaries fell upon him, Lancer leaped forward. Naw Rhic waved in his hand as animated by a life of its own. The knight tore the flesh of his enemies in vast movements that recalled those of a scythe among the wheat. And as helpless as the ears, mutants fell to the ground.
At times, Sir Bedivere changed tactics, multiplying the points forward, piercing the bodies of his enemies. Sometimes an enemy approached too close and he jumped sideways to avoid the blows, projecting an enemy from a distance with a backhand of his weapon.
Hakuno Kishinami agreed. The defense of the tower was assured. As long as the Plant is left in peace, the "Attack_Type programs" will continue to multiply.
She turned to another screen.
Seeing through Berserker's eyes was unpleasant. For the demented Servant, the world was like a tunnel and the periphery of his vision was filled with a swarm of red tendrils.
Initially, the Servant was just to participate in the defense of the buried tower. Nevertheless, from the beginning of the fight, the Black Knight had escaped all control. He had rushed into the tunnels, picking up weapons from among the abandoned ancient skeletons scattered here and there. Every time he met a group of enemies, he demonstrated their use. Mage Staff, knight sword, elven spear, or dwarf axe, Berserker handled all these weapons with lethal efficiency.
His agility allowed the Black Knight to jump to the ceiling, he could even run on the walls. As for his strength and endurance, they seemed inexhaustible.
The most frightening thing was that all these combat abilities were simple reflexes, if such a fighter had planned his actions, used a tactic, he would have had a major impact on the battle. Instead, he ran through the tunnels at random, enraged by an indescribable fury. He was only crossing the sites of clashes between effigy and mutants, sowing death among the slaves of Slaanesh.
Hakuno might consider herself happy that some kind of instinct allowed Berserker to differentiate friends and enemies, otherwise she would have been obliged to use a Command Mark to keep him under control. Even if the Victor of the Moon had discovered that the Moon Cell regenerates her Commands Spells every 24 hours, it was an asset she did not want to waste recklessly.
Sir Gawain straightened himself up with his sword ready. Without turning around, he speaks to Hakuno:
"Master, creatures are approaching. I think it's Skavens!"
Hakuno startled. Of course, that was bound to happen. The Skavens were basically scavengers. With two of their enemies killing each other, it was a good opportunity to attack while they were weak.
A screen appeared and a few words were written on it:
Threat on the Moon Inheritor detected countermeasures are being downloaded.
Before the eyes of Alvarez and their guide appeared an Aggressor. The photonic crystal colossus raised its cleaver and effigy began to appear around it, tightening the ranks around the Sovereign of the Moon.
As his Master was now well protected, Saber threw himself into the fray. Galatine sliced and burned his enemies, forming flaming arabesques. Everything that came near the Knight of the Sun perished. As only two galleries led to the hut serving as H.Q. for Hakuno and the Servant stood at their junction, it was difficult to circumvent Him. Certainly, some Skavens succeeded. The first ones collapsed in the thundering discharge of the Wheel-lock pistol of Alvarez Carpio. Then the effigy spread through the tunnels, helping Gawain to keep the ratmen at bay.
With the immediate threat pushed back, Hakuno Kishinami was able to concentrate on the battle in the Elven city.
In fact, the fighting was coming to an end. The mutants no longer received reinforcements and her "Attack_Type programs" would soon eliminate the last enemies.
Even a Servant could be exhausted. And the violent fight from which Bedivere had just emerged was worthy of his greatest exploits. He had probably killed more than a thousand opponents. He removed his spear from the chest of the last one and pushed the corpse back down the steps. The stairs were full of corpses. And without the effigy that had removed the dead mutants the pile-up of bodies would have prevented him from fighting because the passage would probably have ended up being filled.
However, all the bodies that had fallen down the stairs had disappeared removed by a pink jelly tentacle.
The sinuous limb groped, absorbing the corpses and climbing towards him. Sir Bedivere prepared himself for a new fight.
Hakuno had seen the scene through Bedivere's eyes. On the graph which showed Lancer's statistics, the Master saw he was afflicted with the negative status [Tired]. She focused on the Sheath of the Holy Sword:
"Code Cast: Cure (64)"
Immediately Lancer straightened himself up and his movements became livelier. The Inheritor of the Moon reached out to use another Mystic Code capability:
"Code Cast: Protect (64)"
The battle between the demon prince and the Knight of the Silver Spear began immediately. Guided by the Master, Lancer touched almost every time while the daemon just broke the ground and the walls missing almost every time the nimble Lancer.
And even when the daemon managed to strike a blow, the protective Code Cast played its part and the Servant suffered only minor injuries. Nonetheless, Hakuno used several times the latest Code Cast, Heal (64) to treat Bedivere.
Despite this, Bedivere's spear strokes inflicted injuries that closed almost immediately. The tentacle had no weak point and its regeneration capacity seemed infinite.
It was a battle of attrition and given what she had read about the prince demons, their reserve of magical energy surpassed that of all the magicians living in a country like Bretonnia! She would run out long before this Daemon!
She had to finish the fight as soon as possible:
[Lancer: Noble Phantasm]
Bedivere jumped back and waved his spear which was haloed by a blood-red light:
"The Dance of the Nine Notches...
Naw Rhic!"
The knight jumped up and planted his spear in the tentacle. Then removed it... at that moment the monster screamed in pain as nine more wounds formed on the tentacle, throwing torn shreds of pink jelly that splashed the walls... with a slimy... disgusting... gore... effect. Yuck!
For such was the legend of Naw Rhic, the silver spear made a wound by entering the body of an enemy and nine others by coming out. This terrible curse was the reason why the spear was classified as a B+ rank anti-personnel Noble Phantasm.
The severed tentacle twisted grotesquely before decomposing at an accelerated speed, forming a puddle of stinking liquid.
[Bravo, Master, your orders were perfect.]
[Thank you, Lancer.]
But the cries of pain had gradually replaced by roars of anger. Suddenly the tower trembled on its bases, dust fell... then sections of walls flew in shards letting pass other tentacles, five... no... at least ten tentacles that mowed the air in search of Bedivere.
[Mastrer, I think we rejoiced too quickly!]
Hakuno did not answer, holding out her left hand:
"By my first Seal of Command, Berserker I command you to return to help Lancer".
The red mark sparkled with a scarlet light and then disappeared.
In the buried tower resounded a defiance scream:
"RRRRr... rrrRr... RRRRR!"
The colossus in black armor had just been teleported to Bedivere's side.
The fight lasted a long time. The Victor of the Moon used up most of her Code Cast and her Servants could cut two more tentacles. As the fighting had ended in the old elven city, effigy converged on the remaining enemy. At first, the demon prince did not pay much attention to the photonic crystal's puppets. A movement of his tentacles was enough to sweep away dozens of opponents. But more and more converged, attracted by the battle. Soon they were thousands around him. No doubt the demon prince must not have felt immortal, for he suddenly took flight, retreating as quickly as he had arrived.
The mutants and the Skavens having been defeated, the exploration of the buried tower could resume. The lowest levels of the tower must have been underground even when the rest of the city was on the surface. The area was flooded with black and sticky water fed by an underground river.
Lancer and Berserker reached a temple of Asuryan, the king of the elven gods. The place had suffered the outrages of the time, but the rotunda was still magnificent. Pillars supported a dome roof and a gigantic statue of the god stood behind an altar. Along the walls were lined up six larger-than-life silver statues depicting Elven warriors in scalemail armor, with large conical helmets adorned with eagle-like wings and leaning on swords.
The two Servants advanced into the dark water, trampling on skeletons that emerged here and there as piles. Before them, on the altar was the fruit of their quest. The Star Gem had the size of an egg and each of its hundreds of facets shone with a rainbow of colors.
When Bedivere touched the Light of the Dawn, a metallic noise startled him.
The statues had just come to life. With identical movements, they came down from their pedestal and were advancing towards the Servant while lifting their swords.
[Master, we have a problem!]
Even as Bedivere sent this thought to Hakuno, Berserker growled, ready to leap. The Dark Knight looked towards the entrance where had just emerged very recognizable pink tentacles.
[Master, we are trapped!]
Author Note: I have just recounted. Twenty-one factions are trying to seize Marienburg! Twenty-one! You surprise me that the political situation on the ground is a little complex!