Acrayran was definitely stressed the hell out. Meeting with the Knights Ardante wasn't in the game, they were never supposed to do this with Cyrus,Tressa, Alfyn and Primrose in the party. Not even with the other four, well besides the one from S'warki in the beginning, but there was only one of them.
The others seemed to not care, as the soldiers weren't actively harming them, not yet anyway. "If I may, where are you all taking us? We have a western town that we were requested to visit." Cyrus tried ask one that looked like the Male version of Ophilia with a pitiful 0% chance of Scrutinize. It failed and the Knight he asked gave the Scholar the Jazz music stops look.
"Why should I tell the likes of you? You Aelfric-damn, oh heck, I mean you Aelfric-darn suspects always ask way too many questions, shut up." the man panicked, hoping that would keep the Scholar from pressing any further. I don't even know why we're doing this buddy, I just follow orders. It worked, as the man he bared his fangs at is a fucking coward at times.
Tressa was walking next to another one of the soldiers and was eyeing a carving knife, with a blue handle on his belt. Naturally she tried to purchase it "Say, good sir, how many leaves are you willing to ask for in place of that short blade-"
He poked her in the middle of her chest, pushing her away and hid his precious knife. " You're cute but not cute enough for peddling my belongings pipsqueak, now piss off." The Merchant shrunk down afraid of the wrath she might receive like a dog with a tail between their legs. Then again she's everyone's G-Dog as a Dodge Tank, all bite no bark.
This Knight Ardante, now turned his head away, flashing his blades handle at Primrose. "She didn't notice, bum bum bah dum, buuur." He whispered like he was on the Price is Right. But he wasn't, fucking retard.
After awhile they started to feel the wind blow with the Platformer World 2 type of sand, everyone was one edge. Acrayran could feel the tension in their parties steps despite them being plenty far behind. They were next to a commander who started whistling Daft Punk. Quickly on cue following his lead they all copied him, whistling Get Lucky together.
The Ranger stepped forward and tapped the lead on his armored shoulder. "Excuse me sir, may I walk by your side? I'm slightly terrified of your men and I know it's silly but you remind me of my father." The man nodded his head, the tune coming out of his mouth. T
He stopped abruptly with a "You should call me Francis, Sir Francis child." The man extend his left hand and pulled the golden eyed Ranger in. "And sure, but don't you wish to comfort your own team? You are their young charismatic leader of sorts, you either are a fookin' idiot or have bollocks full of brass to hang around these types of people at your age." The leader was being confusing as hell, not explaining things.
The terrain was becoming less rugged and more sandy, and then the Ranger realized what was said. " Huh, I'm sorry, what? I don't see how my friends could possibly be really such bad company or in way shape or form dangerous." the teen lied through an innocent facade. I can't tell this guy the truth about these crazy ass guys, or our new body.
Meanwhile Cyrus looked at Alfyn and then pointed to Acrayran. The younger man shook his head as he threw a rock at their head. The Ranger was in the middle of thinking of something to say and walked over to the Apothecary. "Hey, what is it you little shit? I'm trying to convince this man to not have us slashed to pieces."
Before the country boy could speak the 2 frustrated rookie Knights Ardante next to them used the butt of their spears to poke the two travelers as they started to see seabirds. "If you all are plotting something we swear to A-aelfric, you'll pay, you fiends to the motherland!" said one of the only female knights in the group only disnitable by her tiny crest plate and voice crack, she blushed and crossed her arms. The other 2 female Knight Ardante, were far from MEGA MILK but still filled up those breast plates.
This caused Alf and his Ranger to giggle, Acrayran make a clock motion with their hand and the Apothecary didn't understand. I meant wait and see buddy, don't test your low level luck. "Oh no tidd-, no ma'am nothing at all, I'll just go back up front with Sir Francis…"
Acrayran held back a torrent of laughter, waving their hand to Primrose as they walked "Don't worry they'll grow in some day, see ya! Anyway-"
Guess it's my turn to shine, not even going to lie, I'm not sure which one I should go for. Everyone's favorite Dancer almost tripped on a rock wedged in the path to take her clue and started the cupid shuffle with a slide to left, slide to the right, take it back now y'all. She did five hops this time and froze in front of one taller Knights, not the one that flashed her the handle earlier but oh well.
She began to stride towards his right side, while using Peacock Strut on herself "Wow, I see all you handsome and stoic Knights have such strong, blunt personalities. I was wondering if you would like to spend some time with me, so I could sharpen them out?" The black haired Knight tapped his lance on the pebble littered floor, baby palm trees close by everyone's feet.
"Ahem, no, I will not engage such mindless behavior." He cleared his throat, ignoring Primrose's request forcing her to try to Allure to knight next to him. It was a silent uptight looking young woman. She also had Black hair and was equally thrilling to try and seduce, most likely related to the one who got away.
Cyrus have Prim that serious look that Morag gave Rex in chapter 7 and shook his head. So the retard Tressa who mouthed the words " Do it you won't, no balls." to Prim; seeing this Alfyn like the smartass he is mouthed back too.
In between them the Knights Ardante grew sceptical, even though none of the travelers spoke a word. "Remember, we can't answer any more of your none yes or no questions!" Growled the Blonde guy that was first asked a question by the nosy Scholar, he must have had it with the annoying ass travelers.
Alfyn looked back at the Merchant " No duh, what are ya, stupid? She ain't like you Tress." The Apothecary smiled as the group started heading towards a Road Less Taken. In the new shade of palm trees Cyrus and the mentioned woman gave him confused stares.
" The fuck is that supposed to mean you dipshit? If you say stuff like that they'll assume I'm a little boy, again Befelgan- dammit!" she barely whispered back, praying the Soldiers couldn't hear her. 'Oh my God they can't, they all have airpods in!'
Primrose glanced at the the Merchant and then back at the Attractive Female Knight. She crept up to the taller women's back, tracing her own fingertips on her lance and chest plate. "How ya doing baby? You don't have to be upset around me, I think I can't help myself." The dancer's sultry voice aroused anger and other emotions within the armed guards, them being not familiar with her bold actions.
This caused the Ardante to stop in her tracks, face red as Mario's Hat. Prim had crossed the line, by placing one hand on her not plated inner thigh and the other on her armored left hip. The other Knights and travelers had their jaws hit the floor as they were deep into some Coastline Grove.
Without saying a word she extended her right arm forward and then did a Shulk BackSlash as the Dancer was still speaking. "I've only met a few girls like you but damn! Those are some thicc ass th- Gahh!" With the butt of her previously fondled spear, directly into the harasser's abdomen. "Agh, fucking shit, maybe this doesn't work." Prim grumbled in pain.
She sunk to the ground, trying not to puke up whatever the gang had for dinner. The Ranger, Alfyn and Tressa rushed to her side in worry as she had a pitiful constitution. Hearing the Ardante Knights threaten his friends, some of the knights putting their filthy hands on them really set the Red Mage off the edge.
"That action wasn't fair considering she's unarmed and it was unnecessary you brute! What was the reason you inflicted violence on my friend?" Cyrus cried out, getting close enough to smell the Knight who directly injured Primrose. This took her by her last surprise and she put her lance in her left hand, her right turning into Arthur's fist.
"You already are taking us to some foreign location, behest our will! Answer my damning questions why don't you woman!-" The Scholar continued to explain, which broke a rule again. He gasped as Tressa was teleports behind him like it was nothing personal . Her small baby hands covered his mouth to keep him from ranting like an angry Youtuber.
Then chaos broke out, as the Brown haired female knight from earlier had an evil look on her face. "Let me deal with this Xiomara. Oh, that's unfair isn't it ,well tough shit!" She punched Cyrus in the balls with her Infinity gauntlet. "If one shall feel pain, then all shall feel it! You fools, Communism reigns supreme!" What the fuck are these guys being taught?! For some reason all the other knights became upset too.
Simply for being alive Alfyn was jabbed with the back some other Knights lance as they tried to catch Tressa after she decided to use Hammurabi's Code on the little bitch who could. That knight had done a dick move so the Merchant did one back, well not on a dick that is.
"Nope, not gonna happen!" she laughed maniacally as she had a full boosted sidestep to keep from being caught. It worked like a charm and that bitch was hopping up and down just as Cyrus was, except Tressa didn't hold back, breaking the slightly older girls codpiece. "Whoops, sorry!"
This was accompanied by Wil.E Coyote screaming and Wilhelm Screams. The Ranger and the Knights up front turned around in shock, the leaders questioned all together. "The hell is going on back there?! If you all don't behave, so help me God-Aelfric!" Well they weren't completely the same.
Acrayran and Sir Francis pointed at each other like Spiderman and the fake look alike Spiderman. "Oh, from earlier I remembered something, may I ask where you bunch are taking us? The kids always get pissy on an unexplained trip, this might calm them down."
"The kids? You mean your traveling companions?" Laughed the older man before he walked towards all the commotion. "Knights! Set!" He yelled and all of his men stood still, holding whatever weapon they had in their hands straight up. Marching band flashbacks flooded through Acrayran's head and they themselves cringed.
Then Sir Francis walked up to every single one of them and well to be real he gave everyone a chain mail check. By the look of some of their faces, you could tell who failed. Acrayran looked at their own team, all with stressed looks on their faces too.
While that was happening the green cloaked Ranger tiptoed over to Cyrus, clearly the most damaged. "Woah, did one of them give you a nut shot?" He nodded. Primrose and Alfyn looked down at their bruises and sighed.
"Oh, what on earth are the two of you sighing about? All you got some was a jab with a the butt of their spears to the stomach not the groin!" The scholar grabbed Alfyn's shirt and yanked in him close. "My pain. Is greater. Than. Yours!"
Then Francis tapped the shoulder of Acrayran. "I know you were wondering why I called you all over to our little hideout, I need to confirm somethings. One, are you a citizen of Osterra, two were you part of a 5 man group who were exploding and disrupting the energy around Victor's Hollow and last but not least are you the green clad prophet mentioned by Lady Ophilia, our Flame Bearer?" Good thing I planned out a fake identity if someone questioned me.
Suddenly they reached a stone path that lead to a large building with double doors guarded by some heavy iron barred doors. Everyone sat down at the large round table after about 2 to 3 minutes of repeated ass-kissing by Knights Ardante. The travelers now know some pretty embarrassing details about the soldiers who harmed them, like how many times a week they were caught stealing rations or with their pants down.
"Well, most of them don't know but my full name is Acrayran Ramos and I'm a native of Saints Bridge-. " The Ranger was given some: 'What in the hell type of bullshit?' looks from the 3 and a half stooges. All of the dumbass gullible Knights ate up every word and nodded as the scribe was writing everything down, word for word. "Yeah, I know I look like I'm from either Wellspring or Marsalim but I moved to the Riverlands with my uncle and aunt after my parents had to go to a far off land for work."
The black haired Knight that rejected Primrose, named Xander had something to say. "If I may, were you the same Prophet that was able to foretell events in certain peoples lives? The flame bearer said you predicted what beast would attack her party before she took up the flame and when she was searching for a young boy. Where do you receive this knowledge from?"
The reason I know all this fucking stuff is from the demos and playing the actual game, how should I phrase it? "For about a year or so I'd have these daydreams and dreams about 8 different people and their actions through difficult times." the Ranger nods to their retarded path Travelers and find out they are testing out weapons and gear durability, on one another. Acrayran let's out a sigh as Sir Francis and the men at the table were unaware.
"Yes, and these 8 people include your special companions and Lady Ophilia's party as well? What about the power level upsurge, how did that happen?" spoke up the commander who had his hair starting to glow with yellow energy. "Was it like this?" Over his head was a big ass spirit bomb, ready to collapse like a red supergiant. Holy shit, what in the fuck that?!