-chuckles a little- Indeed. A nice time to relax.
Poetry does not require too much of my thoughts.
I'd have a cup of gunfire, but I don't believe I'll have alcohol cloud my mind tonight.
-one of them does look up at Kranz for a moment, in the black smoke of their figure there seems to be a feint golden mist resembling either eyes or a cross inside the swirling shadows-
-they turn back, and pat another one on the shoulder, motioning to Kranz-
-whilst Leo and Assassin seem to be having a pretty even fight-
-the Highwaymen seem to be preparing something, or otherwise they're communicating wordlessly-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postIndeed. I haven't felt much like it lately. Decided I'd rather be as sober as I can.
More time to appreciate the higher qualities. Like poetry, research... and if there was a theater around here, I'd probably go there, too.
-they stop for a moment, one goes for its' sword, but another one places a hand on their sword-hand to stop the sword from being drawn-
-one of them steps forward- Can you read Latin?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-it nods, before crouching down to the ground-
-starting to write down into the dirt in a rapid series of what appear to be finger strokes, but it seems that this particular one had a clawed glove-
-they stand up and walk away from the message- Read it- it will explain what is going on.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postOh? I might want to have a look at this. I've always been- rather intrigued by that sort of thing. Whether the spirit has its' own unique quality to it, or whether it is more of a construct of multiple qualities like what some could argue the mind is.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-they turn their backs to Kranz to look back at the fight-
-the message reads: "Our Master has but two command spells, we seek to force him to use them up so that we may secede from his service- therefore, we are staging this fight with Letholdhus."
"He will fight us, and we will hold back on purpose, to make our Master first- tell us to send in the rest of our Saboteurs and not the leader of our brotherhood. Then when we seem incapable without the assistance of our leader in the fight, he will use his last command to order him back into the fight- we know that Our Master is acting rash and impulsive- we do not believe he will think these things through."
"Then, when all of us are committed to this fight- Letholdhus needs only to escape the fight, and then we will be free to betray Our Master at any time."
"This is also a good opportunity for us to test whether this 'Letholdhus' has the credibility to be able to claim that he is our Grandmaster."
-nods- Indeed... it is a morbid fascination though. But- in studying death, I believe one can appreciate life all the more.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postRobin, hm? Suits your red coat.
-he seems surprised- You may call me Caster.
-the duel is certainly pretty intense at this point, Kranz-
-and Assassins' smirk seems to have disappeared- Ah- so you are not quite so rusty after all...
-whilst Leo is getting more and more intense in his facial expression, something seems like he's taking this fight a lot more seriously than something that's 'staged' should be-
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-kranz decides to move down to a lower branch and looks at one of the highway men, seeing if they bother to look at him-