#𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼. 𝓪 𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓲 𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮 | 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽: 𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮

[melusinezephyr]

Two Taciticians and a Berserker Walk Into a Bar

Are you stuck with glass bones and paper skin? Sick of just having pedestrian magic to your name? The professors are holding a special class for the squishiest of mages, clerics, and archers, where they may learn close-quarters self-defense if they’re ambushed by an enemy. [Grants Gauntlets +1]

mission board starter for @apostatizing and @breidabloom

Zephia would never call herself a "squishy mage" but it seems she has put herself in a position that she is meant to be teaching a seminar on self-defense. How curious. Why her of all people? She knew that she was strong, but anyone else would guess that she was just a typical mage looking at her. Except for Lord Sombron, he had always known the true strength lingering within her.

She smiles at the two kids before, well... more at the one who did not happen to be from Elyos. Luckily, she is not stuck with one of those little royals who seemed to plague her so much. Or even worse: the Divine Dragon. Still, that orange that burns as bright as the desert sun reflecting across the sand blazes her heart, driving another stake into her as if to push home the point that she would never be the good that everyone wished to see in this world.

"How wonderful to have you both here for this little lesson! I simply couldn't be more excited to impart such useful life lessons upon you children." Her words are through gritted teeth, trying to keep up a smile as to not terrify the poor little Blue Lion. As for Panette, she didn't care what the girl thought of her. Surely she shared the same sentiment as her liege, if she had even bothered to remember who Zephia was at all.

"Now then, however should we get started?"