I. Before the Battle – Beach In an effort to keep away from magitech, Emil avoids the fleet and finds himself patrolling the beach. Not the most pleasant of jobs; he's soaking wet and only his mana-sight allows him to discern what's around him in the darkness and fog.
Chances are you either stumbled into him or he found you. But for all the discomfort, he offers a warm smile. "It's rough out here, huh? I wish they’d given us some warm cider while we wait."
II. Mid-Battle – Inside the Fort He was out on the shore, battling against Noir mages (and winning), when a mana cannon boomed no more than a mile away. And then Emil learned a valuable lesson: staying on the beach during the naval battle was a terrible decision.
His scream was almost drowned by the concussion of the cannon. He was lucky some of the Graupera soldiers assumed him struck by a spell and stepped in to cut down the mages for him, or he would have woken in Caissa some hours later. Someone retrieved him from where he was lying in the sand and directed him to retreat to the wall.
The experience still has him shaking as he stumbles into the safety of Wall Laci. The walls shudder behind him under impact; he should move further in before the last of his mana reserves are lost. Visibly he only has a few scorch marks and a light cut on one cheek, which stings when he grimaces. He may have left a number of felled Noir soldiers in his wake, but mana depletion bled most of his strength, and his sword is held useless in his right hand. Squinting in the rain, he seeks shelter and a safe place to recover.
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Emil – Unteamed Knight – Open
In an effort to keep away from magitech, Emil avoids the fleet and finds himself patrolling the beach. Not the most pleasant of jobs; he's soaking wet and only his mana-sight allows him to discern what's around him in the darkness and fog.
Chances are you either stumbled into him or he found you. But for all the discomfort, he offers a warm smile. "It's rough out here, huh? I wish they’d given us some warm cider while we wait."
II. Mid-Battle – Inside the Fort
He was out on the shore, battling against Noir mages (and winning), when a mana cannon boomed no more than a mile away. And then Emil learned a valuable lesson: staying on the beach during the naval battle was a terrible decision.
His scream was almost drowned by the concussion of the cannon. He was lucky some of the Graupera soldiers assumed him struck by a spell and stepped in to cut down the mages for him, or he would have woken in Caissa some hours later. Someone retrieved him from where he was lying in the sand and directed him to retreat to the wall.
The experience still has him shaking as he stumbles into the safety of Wall Laci. The walls shudder behind him under impact; he should move further in before the last of his mana reserves are lost. Visibly he only has a few scorch marks and a light cut on one cheek, which stings when he grimaces. He may have left a number of felled Noir soldiers in his wake, but mana depletion bled most of his strength, and his sword is held useless in his right hand. Squinting in the rain, he seeks shelter and a safe place to recover.
[Will match format as always! Posts are spoiler-free by default, but that may be changed by request.]