>>6326558
“Great! Then it’s decided!” Leonore shouts. Twin bolts of thunder crash down on the ground before you in a massive explosion. Thyrsus begins to pulsate as magic courses through the Hero’s Relic, and several chunks of debris in the room take flight, as if a massive hurricane were sweeping through. A barricade of detritus blocks you off from Crowley. The last sight you see of the Dagdan is Arios charging forward, and the clang of their blades meeting.
A broken shelf lands before Leonora, who steps onto it. Empowered with magic, the shelf takes flight, leaving Leonora out of the range of the bite of your axe.
“Do you know what your problem is?” She says, staring down haughtily. “You’re too arrogant for your own good! And as a result, you forget your place, causing you to speak to me as if we were equals. An utterly absurd notion. But this is fine! Because there is nothing I love more than breaking down arrogant men like you, and bending them to my will.”
>Leonora Gloucester
>Level 45 Dark Knight
HP: 80/80
MAG: 40 + 20
STR: 28
SPD: 28
DEF: 29
RES: 34 + 10
Weapons: Thyrsus (Grants Pavise and Aegis), Silver Rapier (+14 DMG)
Skills: Pavise (DEF % to reduce physical DMG by half), Aegis (RES % to reduce magical DMG by half)
Crest of Gloucester (Increases MAG DMG by 10) (4/5 Uses)
The hurricane of debris continues to spin faster and faster throughout the room, until finally it stops, leaving all of the tomes, furniture and other assorted objects suspended in midair.
“I simply can’t wait to see you beg for mercy.” Leonora licks her lips, and every floating object is sent hurtling towards you.
>A): Seek cover (DEF + LCK: 63% Success)
>B): Blast the objects away with a Crest-empowered Wind Spell (Macuil: 1 / 3)
>C): Endure the attack and counter Leonora with a ranged attack
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“You are Alvin’s man, are you not?” Filomena asks.The Adjunct stares at you the way one would an unfamiliar object, seeking to understand how it ticks. “I see my colleague has chosen…an interesting sort.”
>“You’re easy to spot.” You tell Leonora, pointing towards the sceptre at her side. “Not many people walk around with a Hero’s Relic.”
“I suppose Thrysus does give me away.” She chuckles, shaking her head. “It took much convincing for my father to allow me to bring our family’s relic here. But I feel so much confident knowing it is at my side. Of course, that does not mean that it makes me invincible. A lesson that I’m sure Klement discovered the hard way when you defeated him. I’ll have to be on my guard if I find myself up against you, Tristain.”
The way Leonora flutters her eyelashes at you leaves you feeling disconcerted. The Gloucesters were one of the most affluent noble families in Fodlan. Unlike many of their contemporaries, they emerged from the Unification War with very minimal damage. This allowed them to consolidate their power, and they still possessed great influence in the former Leicester territories, even under the reign of Archbishop Byleth. Leonora was the heir to their fortune, and was by all accounts a prodigy in magic, swordsmanship, and above all else, politics.
Leonora had not just inherited her family’s Crest, but also their political savvy. It was said that none of the regional lords of Leicester dared to make a move without the approval of Leonora, and that she had her hand in every major decision made. By all accounts, she was a fair and just lord who treated commoners with respect. But there were also rumors abound that she desired more than her station granted.
>“So, did you stop by just to do some shopping? You should try the pork buns.”
“Perhaps later.” Leonora says, brushing the subject aside. “I’d much rather get to know you better, Tristain. I find it hard to believe that I’m only just hearing of someone with your talents. Rusalka must be hiding you away as their trump card.”
>You shrug your shoulders. “I just don’t get out much, I suppose.” That wasn’t a lie. You didn’t exactly have a thriving social life following Garreg Mach.
“A real shame.” Leonora pouts. “I suppose this must all be quite the adventure for you.”
The woman’s head turns towards the section of the store you’d just come from. As if spotting something that caught her eye, she walks towards the Seraph Robe. Picking it up gently from the rack that held it, she holds it up close.
“Ahh, how beautiful. Morfisian silk really is like nothing I’ve ever seen. What do you think, Filo?”
“A fine choice.” The female adjunct nod.
“And you, Tristain?” Lenora asks.
>A): It looks good on you.
>B): I think it’s ugly.
>C): Why are you asking me? Do whatever you want.
>D): It’s not your style. Let me pick something else. (LCK Roll: 25% Success)
“You are Alvin’s man, are you not?” Filomena asks.The Adjunct stares at you the way one would an unfamiliar object, seeking to understand how it ticks. “I see my colleague has chosen…an interesting sort.”
>“You’re easy to spot.” You tell Leonora, pointing towards the sceptre at her side. “Not many people walk around with a Hero’s Relic.”
“I suppose Thrysus does give me away.” She chuckles, shaking her head. “It took much convincing for my father to allow me to bring our family’s relic here. But I feel so much confident knowing it is at my side. Of course, that does not mean that it makes me invincible. A lesson that I’m sure Klement discovered the hard way when you defeated him. I’ll have to be on my guard if I find myself up against you, Tristain.”
The way Leonora flutters her eyelashes at you leaves you feeling disconcerted. The Gloucesters were one of the most affluent noble families in Fodlan. Unlike many of their contemporaries, they emerged from the Unification War with very minimal damage. This allowed them to consolidate their power, and they still possessed great influence in the former Leicester territories, even under the reign of Archbishop Byleth. Leonora was the heir to their fortune, and was by all accounts a prodigy in magic, swordsmanship, and above all else, politics.
Leonora had not just inherited her family’s Crest, but also their political savvy. It was said that none of the regional lords of Leicester dared to make a move without the approval of Leonora, and that she had her hand in every major decision made. By all accounts, she was a fair and just lord who treated commoners with respect. But there were also rumors abound that she desired more than her station granted.
>“So, did you stop by just to do some shopping? You should try the pork buns.”
“Perhaps later.” Leonora says, brushing the subject aside. “I’d much rather get to know you better, Tristain. I find it hard to believe that I’m only just hearing of someone with your talents. Rusalka must be hiding you away as their trump card.”
>You shrug your shoulders. “I just don’t get out much, I suppose.” That wasn’t a lie. You didn’t exactly have a thriving social life following Garreg Mach.
“A real shame.” Leonora pouts. “I suppose this must all be quite the adventure for you.”
The woman’s head turns towards the section of the store you’d just come from. As if spotting something that caught her eye, she walks towards the Seraph Robe. Picking it up gently from the rack that held it, she holds it up close.
“Ahh, how beautiful. Morfisian silk really is like nothing I’ve ever seen. What do you think, Filo?”
“A fine choice.” The female adjunct nod.
“And you, Tristain?” Lenora asks.
>A): It looks good on you.
>B): I think it’s ugly.
>C): Why are you asking me? Do whatever you want.
>D): It’s not your style. Let me pick something else. (LCK Roll: 25% Success)