>>5216886>>5216858>>5216847>>5216804>>5216792>>5216778>>5216917>Demand that your guide halt. You won’t risk such a major liability when you’re so close.>While we rest, speak privately with Ava; ask if she knows any way to undo her cursebound. She lived for centuries maybe she picked up or know a thing or two.>Call Ava, ask her if two things first one is to slow down a bit since our tank/berserker is tired and second ask her in private if she knows any way to undo her cursebound. She lived for centuries maybe she picked up or know a thing or two.You jog ahead of the well-worn knight, up to the side of the half-human. “..Think you can slow down? Our tank has begun to lag considerably far behind. She’s spent with the weight of that armor.” You ask.
The dhampir glances back. “..Mmm. Well, I’ve cut my pace enough already with you lot behind me. If I were to slow any more, we’d be stuck in place. We might as well take a moment to rest for her.”
You manage to ease back into a slow halt along the side of the path, a stone plateau that seems stable. You set your hot plate and rations up along the flat top in spite of the berserker’s protests, but her complaints die down in her throat as you begin to warm the food. She eases into a sit some distance from the rest of you.
“..Ava.” You warm your hands before the gas heater. “Are you familiar with any way to undo the curse on a berserker’s armor? Picked up anything in the last two centuries? She’s under quite the strain beneath it. It’ll only damper her efficiency as a tank.”
“Well, magic isn’t my speciality.” The dhampir shrugs, halfway done with a chocolate biscuit. “I know a handful of telekinetic tricks, nothing more. A curse is a complex magic–like a lock of sorts, with all manner of tumblers and cylinders. You’d need an able sorcerer. But if it eases your discomfort, cursebound armor–even hers–isn’t an impossible curse to break. Just a challenge.”
“Mmm. It’s unfortunate that magic users are so rare here, though..” The doll murmurs. “I saw so few pass through while up in the shrine, but.. that iron mask prisoner was a magical sort, wasn’t she..?”
You look to your tank. She’s taken up a spot some distance from you three, where she digs greedily into her portion of food. While you brought her onto your party, you’ve hardly had the chance to speak to her. If you’re to work in a team, it might do you well to build more proper rapport.
>Ask the Emilia about her time in the army. You can connect over that.>Ask the Emilia about herself. You still hardly know anything about her.>Ask what she plans to do if she does attain immortality.>Write-In. 