The king is completely lost. He's out of spell slots for his strong spells, and lay on hands seems to do nothing. He thinks about what Yvonne and him has gone through, and what the guild will do without her... He just stands there and prays under his breath as he watches the robot attempt to help the queen.
The robot struggles to help Yvonne, but they try their best... Medicine Check: 28
*Crit, nice*
After a few minutes of intense medical work, Yvonne's condition is stable, at least. The robot picks her up, and begins heading to the Med Bay for further care.
The king goes in search of Elsa, to make sure this hasn't freaked them out too much.
He finds Elsa after a short while of looking around, inside of the Training Court of the Guild.
No one has been in here in a long while, so everything is coated in a thin layer of dust. A few metallic-looking training dummies and targets lay motionless in a heap towards the back of the room, and a large circular area of crystalline sand is in the center of the room. A large selection of training-safe weaponry, from swords with rubber edges to foam-tipped arrows, are carefully arranged along the wall left of you.
Elsenova, in the center of the room, seems to be practicing with a rubber-edged katana, swinging it through the air in various arcs to find something that feels right.
"... Hey." The king walks over to Elsa, watching her practice. "You ever used one of them before?"
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Elsa seems a little surprised at your sudden appearance, raising her blade. After realizing it's just you, though, they relax. "-No. I--- I want to help. To--- fight. I need to--- train."
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Elsa seems a little surprised at your sudden appearance, raising her blade. After realizing it's just you, though, they relax. "-No. I--- I want to help. To--- fight. I need to--- train."
The king stops for a second, not liking the sound of Elsa having to fight for themself. After a few seconds though, he decides that she should start learning, even if its just so she regains confidence and doesn't feel helpless.
"Well, if you're going to train, try swinging the sword more like this." He comes round the back of elsa, putting his big hands on the sword and showing Elsa how to properly move the blade.
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I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Elsa seems a little surprised at your sudden appearance, raising her blade. After realizing it's just you, though, they relax. "-No. I--- I want to help. To--- fight. I need to--- train."
The king stops for a second, not liking the sound of Elsa having to fight for themself. After a few seconds though, he decides that she should start learning, even if its just so she regains confidence and doesn't feel helpless.
"Well, if you're going to train, try swinging the sword more like this." He comes round the back of elsa, putting his big hands on the sword and showing Elsa how to properly move the blade.
"-I see. I was--- not meant for Security; so--- I do not know how to--- use these weapons." They give the katana a few more good swings... and the blade flies out of their hands and clatters harmlessly on the ground.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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Elsa seems a little surprised at your sudden appearance, raising her blade. After realizing it's just you, though, they relax. "-No. I--- I want to help. To--- fight. I need to--- train."
The king stops for a second, not liking the sound of Elsa having to fight for themself. After a few seconds though, he decides that she should start learning, even if its just so she regains confidence and doesn't feel helpless.
"Well, if you're going to train, try swinging the sword more like this." He comes round the back of elsa, putting his big hands on the sword and showing Elsa how to properly move the blade.
"-I see. I was--- not meant for Security; so--- I do not know how to--- use these weapons." They give the katana a few more good swings... and the blade flies out of their hands and clatters harmlessly on the ground.
The king walks over and picks up the blade, returning it to Elsa. "Try again, you're doing great."
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I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Elsa seems a little surprised at your sudden appearance, raising her blade. After realizing it's just you, though, they relax. "-No. I--- I want to help. To--- fight. I need to--- train."
The king stops for a second, not liking the sound of Elsa having to fight for themself. After a few seconds though, he decides that she should start learning, even if its just so she regains confidence and doesn't feel helpless.
"Well, if you're going to train, try swinging the sword more like this." He comes round the back of elsa, putting his big hands on the sword and showing Elsa how to properly move the blade.
"-I see. I was--- not meant for Security; so--- I do not know how to--- use these weapons." They give the katana a few more good swings... and the blade flies out of their hands and clatters harmlessly on the ground.
The king walks over and picks up the blade, returning it to Elsa. "Try again, you're doing great."
"-Thank you." Elsa takes the blade, before attempting a few more swings. They're getting the hang of it relatively quickly, but not without a few fumbles.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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The king goes in search of Yvonne, just wanting to make sure she's okay.
Yvonne is in the Med Bay, hooked up to several machines. She looks to you as you enter, weakly smiling.
"Heh... guess that living equivalent of week-old sushi took more out of me than I thought..."
"Yeah..." The king drifts off for a second, deep in thought. "You gonna be okay?"
"I guess. The Pathogen seems to be steadily decreasing, so it should be flushed out of my system in about a week or so. That is, if it's a virus like the readings say."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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The king goes in search of Yvonne, just wanting to make sure she's okay.
Yvonne is in the Med Bay, hooked up to several machines. She looks to you as you enter, weakly smiling.
"Heh... guess that living equivalent of week-old sushi took more out of me than I thought..."
"Yeah..." The king drifts off for a second, deep in thought. "You gonna be okay?"
"I guess. The Pathogen seems to be steadily decreasing, so it should be flushed out of my system in about a week or so. That is, if it's a virus like the readings say."
The king tries to act like he understands what Yvonne just said. "So we're still not sure what this illness actually is?"
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I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The king goes in search of Yvonne, just wanting to make sure she's okay.
Yvonne is in the Med Bay, hooked up to several machines. She looks to you as you enter, weakly smiling.
"Heh... guess that living equivalent of week-old sushi took more out of me than I thought..."
"Yeah..." The king drifts off for a second, deep in thought. "You gonna be okay?"
"I guess. The Pathogen seems to be steadily decreasing, so it should be flushed out of my system in about a week or so. That is, if it's a virus like the readings say."
The king tries to act like he understands what Yvonne just said. "So we're still not sure what this illness actually is?"
"We're running the tests now. For the meantime, though, I should be stable at least." Yvonne frowns as she looks at the tubing going into her arms. She then looks up at you, smiling.
"I'll be fine. I'm sure of it. I just... I won't be able to protect Elsenova while I'm like this. Can you... look after them for me, while I get better?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The king goes in search of Yvonne, just wanting to make sure she's okay.
Yvonne is in the Med Bay, hooked up to several machines. She looks to you as you enter, weakly smiling.
"Heh... guess that living equivalent of week-old sushi took more out of me than I thought..."
"Yeah..." The king drifts off for a second, deep in thought. "You gonna be okay?"
"I guess. The Pathogen seems to be steadily decreasing, so it should be flushed out of my system in about a week or so. That is, if it's a virus like the readings say."
The king tries to act like he understands what Yvonne just said. "So we're still not sure what this illness actually is?"
"We're running the tests now. For the meantime, though, I should be stable at least." Yvonne frowns as she looks at the tubing going into her arms. She then looks up at you, smiling.
"I'll be fine. I'm sure of it. I just... I won't be able to protect Elsenova while I'm like this. Can you... look after them for me, while I get better?"
"Don't worry, I won't leave Elsa's side until You're well again. Focus on regaining your strength and working out what you actually have, and I'll handle everything else."
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The king goes in search of Yvonne, just wanting to make sure she's okay.
Yvonne is in the Med Bay, hooked up to several machines. She looks to you as you enter, weakly smiling.
"Heh... guess that living equivalent of week-old sushi took more out of me than I thought..."
"Yeah..." The king drifts off for a second, deep in thought. "You gonna be okay?"
"I guess. The Pathogen seems to be steadily decreasing, so it should be flushed out of my system in about a week or so. That is, if it's a virus like the readings say."
The king tries to act like he understands what Yvonne just said. "So we're still not sure what this illness actually is?"
"We're running the tests now. For the meantime, though, I should be stable at least." Yvonne frowns as she looks at the tubing going into her arms. She then looks up at you, smiling.
"I'll be fine. I'm sure of it. I just... I won't be able to protect Elsenova while I'm like this. Can you... look after them for me, while I get better?"
"Don't worry, I won't leave Elsa's side until You're well again. Focus on regaining your strength and working out what you actually have, and I'll handle everything else."
"Thank you." Yvonne warmly smiles, interrupted by a coughing fit, where she quickly turns away from you. When she turns back to you, she seems exhausted.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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The king tries to smile, and leaves to go find Elsa.
Elsa is still in the Training Court, and they're still practicing with the katana. This time, though, they somehow managed to activate the old Training Dummies, and are sparring with them with some difficulty. The Dummies haphazardly swing their training weapons, Elsa dodges with some difficulty, and then lands a blow to one's head, deactivating it.
They seem too in the thrill of training combat to have noticed you enter the room.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The king tries to smile, and leaves to go find Elsa.
Elsa is still in the Training Court, and they're still practicing with the katana. This time, though, they somehow managed to activate the old Training Dummies, and are sparring with them with some difficulty. The Dummies haphazardly swing their training weapons, Elsa dodges with some difficulty, and then lands a blow to one's head, deactivating it.
They seem too in the thrill of training combat to have noticed you enter the room.
The king sits down on the floor, deciding to watch. He doesn't want to interrupt her, not yet anyway.
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The king tries to smile, and leaves to go find Elsa.
Elsa is still in the Training Court, and they're still practicing with the katana. This time, though, they somehow managed to activate the old Training Dummies, and are sparring with them with some difficulty. The Dummies haphazardly swing their training weapons, Elsa dodges with some difficulty, and then lands a blow to one's head, deactivating it.
They seem too in the thrill of training combat to have noticed you enter the room.
The king sits down on the floor, deciding to watch. He doesn't want to interrupt her, not yet anyway.
Elsa continues to fight vigorously. After a few minutes, the last Dummy is down, and Elsa pauses to catch their breath. They then notice you.
"-How--- did I do?"
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My pronouns are she/her.
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"... Hey." The king walks over to Elsa, watching her practice. "You ever used one of them before?"
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Elsa seems a little surprised at your sudden appearance, raising her blade. After realizing it's just you, though, they relax. "-No. I--- I want to help. To--- fight. I need to--- train."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The king stops for a second, not liking the sound of Elsa having to fight for themself. After a few seconds though, he decides that she should start learning, even if its just so she regains confidence and doesn't feel helpless.
"Well, if you're going to train, try swinging the sword more like this." He comes round the back of elsa, putting his big hands on the sword and showing Elsa how to properly move the blade.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"-I see. I was--- not meant for Security; so--- I do not know how to--- use these weapons." They give the katana a few more good swings... and the blade flies out of their hands and clatters harmlessly on the ground.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The king walks over and picks up the blade, returning it to Elsa. "Try again, you're doing great."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"-Thank you." Elsa takes the blade, before attempting a few more swings. They're getting the hang of it relatively quickly, but not without a few fumbles.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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After a little while, the king leaves. "You keep practicing, I'm just going to go check on Yvonne."
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I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"-Thank you--- for your support." Elsa continues practicing with the katana, fumbling a little bit, but still getting the hang of it.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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The king goes in search of Yvonne, just wanting to make sure she's okay.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Yvonne is in the Med Bay, hooked up to several machines. She looks to you as you enter, weakly smiling.
"Heh... guess that living equivalent of week-old sushi took more out of me than I thought..."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Yeah..." The king drifts off for a second, deep in thought. "You gonna be okay?"
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"I guess. The Pathogen seems to be steadily decreasing, so it should be flushed out of my system in about a week or so. That is, if it's a virus like the readings say."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The king tries to act like he understands what Yvonne just said. "So we're still not sure what this illness actually is?"
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"We're running the tests now. For the meantime, though, I should be stable at least." Yvonne frowns as she looks at the tubing going into her arms. She then looks up at you, smiling.
"I'll be fine. I'm sure of it. I just... I won't be able to protect Elsenova while I'm like this. Can you... look after them for me, while I get better?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Don't worry, I won't leave Elsa's side until You're well again. Focus on regaining your strength and working out what you actually have, and I'll handle everything else."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Thank you." Yvonne warmly smiles, interrupted by a coughing fit, where she quickly turns away from you. When she turns back to you, she seems exhausted.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The king tries to smile, and leaves to go find Elsa.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Elsa is still in the Training Court, and they're still practicing with the katana. This time, though, they somehow managed to activate the old Training Dummies, and are sparring with them with some difficulty. The Dummies haphazardly swing their training weapons, Elsa dodges with some difficulty, and then lands a blow to one's head, deactivating it.
They seem too in the thrill of training combat to have noticed you enter the room.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The king sits down on the floor, deciding to watch. He doesn't want to interrupt her, not yet anyway.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Elsa continues to fight vigorously. After a few minutes, the last Dummy is down, and Elsa pauses to catch their breath. They then notice you.
"-How--- did I do?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)