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ID: Nvh1BTbG/qst/6261156#6261160
6/19/2025, 7:41:16 AM
>>6261159
>Dear Everyone,
>I’m sorry to leave without saying goodbye, but I saw no choice. I knew you’d try to stop me otherwise. All my life, I’ve been a joke and burden to those around me. I came to this land to compete for the hand of Princess Yulia. I foolishly thought I could outwit the competition and win. That wit and intellect was all one needed to make their way in this world. I realize now that I was wrong.
>I also realize that I’ve been getting stronger exponentially. I was even able to spar with Tristain! I may be foolish, but even I have my limits. I realize that this newfound strength does not come from any latent talent, but rather from Mystletainn. It is the sword I wield that has granted me this sudden skill. At night, I hear it speaking to me. Telling me that I can grow stronger, if I only continue to wield it in battle. I do not believe it is lying. It craves hellish battle. The type it saw in Tristain and Klement’s bout.
>As such, I have decided to rejoin the pursuit for Princess Yulia’s hand. This is a chance that I cannot simply let pass me by. I can see Morfis in the distance and should not require a guide to make it there. I know I am foregoing my promise to help you, Tristan, and I ask that you forgive me. Should we meet in battle, please do not feel as though you need to hold back. I respect you greatly, and I shall fight you with everything I have.
>Cuthbert, I’m sorry for leaving without notice. You were the finest bodyguard I could ask for, and I was not worthy of your protection. Should I win this contest, I would like for you to one day resume your duties as my royal guard.
>Thank you all for allowing me to travel with you. These last few months were the best of my life.
>I’ll see you in Morfis.
>Elric von Boramus
You crinkle the paper in your hand, tossing it aside to float in the water.
“Is he out of his mind?!” Cassius shouts. “Barely anyone knows anything about this contest! The battles may very well be to the death!”
“He took enough food and water for a few days.” Cuthbert pales. “He’s seriously gone ahead to Morfis. Tristain, you have to do something. I don’t care how good that sword has made him, he’s still just a kid! If he goes up against any of those monsters, he’ll die!”
>A): Don’t worry, I’ll bring the little shit back.
>B): Sorry, but he’s a rival now. He told me not to hold back, so I won’t.
>C): Write-in
>Dear Everyone,
>I’m sorry to leave without saying goodbye, but I saw no choice. I knew you’d try to stop me otherwise. All my life, I’ve been a joke and burden to those around me. I came to this land to compete for the hand of Princess Yulia. I foolishly thought I could outwit the competition and win. That wit and intellect was all one needed to make their way in this world. I realize now that I was wrong.
>I also realize that I’ve been getting stronger exponentially. I was even able to spar with Tristain! I may be foolish, but even I have my limits. I realize that this newfound strength does not come from any latent talent, but rather from Mystletainn. It is the sword I wield that has granted me this sudden skill. At night, I hear it speaking to me. Telling me that I can grow stronger, if I only continue to wield it in battle. I do not believe it is lying. It craves hellish battle. The type it saw in Tristain and Klement’s bout.
>As such, I have decided to rejoin the pursuit for Princess Yulia’s hand. This is a chance that I cannot simply let pass me by. I can see Morfis in the distance and should not require a guide to make it there. I know I am foregoing my promise to help you, Tristan, and I ask that you forgive me. Should we meet in battle, please do not feel as though you need to hold back. I respect you greatly, and I shall fight you with everything I have.
>Cuthbert, I’m sorry for leaving without notice. You were the finest bodyguard I could ask for, and I was not worthy of your protection. Should I win this contest, I would like for you to one day resume your duties as my royal guard.
>Thank you all for allowing me to travel with you. These last few months were the best of my life.
>I’ll see you in Morfis.
>Elric von Boramus
You crinkle the paper in your hand, tossing it aside to float in the water.
“Is he out of his mind?!” Cassius shouts. “Barely anyone knows anything about this contest! The battles may very well be to the death!”
“He took enough food and water for a few days.” Cuthbert pales. “He’s seriously gone ahead to Morfis. Tristain, you have to do something. I don’t care how good that sword has made him, he’s still just a kid! If he goes up against any of those monsters, he’ll die!”
>A): Don’t worry, I’ll bring the little shit back.
>B): Sorry, but he’s a rival now. He told me not to hold back, so I won’t.
>C): Write-in
ID: aooptCs5/qst/6216695#6216699
3/23/2025, 12:29:07 AM
>>6216697
>“It’s that damn sword of his. The boy won’t ever let it out of his hands. It’s got to be cursed. But is such a thing even possible?” At this point, you were ready to believe anything. This strange land was full of things you could hardly comprehend.
“If Adjunct Marlin were alive, we might have been able to ask him.” Alvin says. “But with his death, along with those of many of the mages of Ithaca, there’s just no way of us currently knowing. At least not until we arrive at Morfis, that is. If that sword was an artifact worth locking down, it is likely Marlin would have sent word of its existence ahead to the Royal College.”
“It’s true.” Nadia says. “Even as a researcher in Ithaca, I had very little insight as to the type of items that were stored with 99. We were often kept segregated, so as not to interfere or be distracted by the work of our contemporaries. My sole focus was my studies into quintessence. Whatever was going on in that basement is beyond me.”
“Perhaps the sword is possessed by another being?” Cassius suggests. “We know for a fact such a thing is possible. Think back to the Djinn Orb and the surly blue spirit that dwelled within. Is it possible that another desert spirit is within Mystletainn and currently influencing Elric’s behavior?”
“Whatever the hell the case is, something needs to be done.” Cuthbert says, slamming a fist on the table. For once, the boy’s guardian looks uncharacteristically worried about his charge. “I very well can’t bring Elric back home to his father in his current state. How would I even explain that? ‘Sorry, my lord. I accidentally allowed your son to be possessed by a thousand year old malevolent spirit. Forgive me?’”
“I kind of like him more this way.” May admits with a shrug of her shoulders. “Don’t you think he’s much more…mature? Dependable?”
>“You’re just saying that because he’s another body you can hide behind.” You growl.
“Hey, that’s not true! Think about all the fights we’ve gotten into where Elric had to stay behind or hide. At least now he can handle himself. And it’s not like he isn’t still on our side! He’s just getting to be about that age where boys start going through changes.”
“I don’t think this is puberty, May.” Nadia says.
“P-puberty?” May asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“In any case, perhaps we can just take the sword and examine it for ourselves.” Nadia suggests. “If I were allowed a few moments with the blade, I might be able to determine if there’s something in it for myself.”
“I’m afraid I’m having some difficulty imagining Elric giving up the sword willingly.” Adeline says. “Should you try to get near it…I fear things may come to blows.”
>You snort, hardly able to stifle your laugh. “Come to blows? With Elric? Come now. Are we maybe just over-exaggerating a bit here? Since when do we have any cause to fear ELRIC?”
>“It’s that damn sword of his. The boy won’t ever let it out of his hands. It’s got to be cursed. But is such a thing even possible?” At this point, you were ready to believe anything. This strange land was full of things you could hardly comprehend.
“If Adjunct Marlin were alive, we might have been able to ask him.” Alvin says. “But with his death, along with those of many of the mages of Ithaca, there’s just no way of us currently knowing. At least not until we arrive at Morfis, that is. If that sword was an artifact worth locking down, it is likely Marlin would have sent word of its existence ahead to the Royal College.”
“It’s true.” Nadia says. “Even as a researcher in Ithaca, I had very little insight as to the type of items that were stored with 99. We were often kept segregated, so as not to interfere or be distracted by the work of our contemporaries. My sole focus was my studies into quintessence. Whatever was going on in that basement is beyond me.”
“Perhaps the sword is possessed by another being?” Cassius suggests. “We know for a fact such a thing is possible. Think back to the Djinn Orb and the surly blue spirit that dwelled within. Is it possible that another desert spirit is within Mystletainn and currently influencing Elric’s behavior?”
“Whatever the hell the case is, something needs to be done.” Cuthbert says, slamming a fist on the table. For once, the boy’s guardian looks uncharacteristically worried about his charge. “I very well can’t bring Elric back home to his father in his current state. How would I even explain that? ‘Sorry, my lord. I accidentally allowed your son to be possessed by a thousand year old malevolent spirit. Forgive me?’”
“I kind of like him more this way.” May admits with a shrug of her shoulders. “Don’t you think he’s much more…mature? Dependable?”
>“You’re just saying that because he’s another body you can hide behind.” You growl.
“Hey, that’s not true! Think about all the fights we’ve gotten into where Elric had to stay behind or hide. At least now he can handle himself. And it’s not like he isn’t still on our side! He’s just getting to be about that age where boys start going through changes.”
“I don’t think this is puberty, May.” Nadia says.
“P-puberty?” May asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“In any case, perhaps we can just take the sword and examine it for ourselves.” Nadia suggests. “If I were allowed a few moments with the blade, I might be able to determine if there’s something in it for myself.”
“I’m afraid I’m having some difficulty imagining Elric giving up the sword willingly.” Adeline says. “Should you try to get near it…I fear things may come to blows.”
>You snort, hardly able to stifle your laugh. “Come to blows? With Elric? Come now. Are we maybe just over-exaggerating a bit here? Since when do we have any cause to fear ELRIC?”
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