Quoted By:
“We managed to get the god sword, a duplicate of the chimera schematics, and the cyborg thing.
We couldn't save the religious and cultural objects, the medical equipment, the batteries,
and the Radical Cutter, but at least we managed to save that much.
Please return back to base and we'll see about coming back to the capital to return everything once the expedition forces return home.”
[Roll 20 + 7(speech) ; DC 2 + 3(speech) + 4(direct orders); Result= crit success]
[Crit: He lets you go, no strings attached]
“ACCEPTED // order#175 Priority // Request: Return != {7 h 36 min 19 s} // Order#176 & Order#177 Expiration= TRUE // < Give them hell.>”
At first you didn't think it would be so easy.
Simply asking them to please not do it should have created a negotiation.
But slowly the trucks that were chasing you slowed down and the winged abominations moved away.
You couldn't believe how easy it had been, and neither did the rest of the expedition.
Rakta panicked because she feared there was a trap.
Flora couldn't contain her laughter, having overheard your conversation.
The rest of the expedition could be seen holding their weapons long after you entered the forest.
There was a stop in a clearing.
Nobody said anything, nobody understood what had happened.
Scouts were sent out and the rest began to move at a slower pace.
You were assigned as a rear guard.
It was boring; Ghal didn't dare to talk to Rakta so close.
Flora had been given orders not to talk much about her because you didn't trust her.
And Rakta didn't dare to speak, she spent her entire journey praying and trying to avoid Lucy, despite the space being small.
...
You spent the whole day on the road.
Even surrounded by the trees and with the barren ash in the distance, no one could help looking back in fear that the chimeras were on your heels again.
Your path was only interrupted by the sighting of wild animals.
Everything was quiet, and so it continued until the scouts returned.
They reported that a Kobold camp lay ahead.
You would arrive late in the afternoon, so without having to talk about it, you all knew that you would rest near them.
Probably the fear of chimeras made them believe in the safety of numbers.
first sign of civilization was found a few hours later.
They were not signs on a dirt road or a fire break.
It was the smell of garbage that informed the group that there were people nearby.
