[Lost_Muse]

Muse hummed as she titled her head to get a better look at what she was doing, "It may make the cause stronger but the fact still remains that the Queen scared many of her supports into hiding, and now many only fight for her because they are scared of what will happen if they don't." Cutting the thread attached to the needle she used for stichting she added, "THat should do it~ just don't get into to many fights and you'll be fine."

[Pinkie]

Pink stood putting her bloody shirt back on and picking up her sword that was leaned against the chair. "Weather it be fear of there queen or fear of change...we all have something to fight for" She said to her with a light smile adorning her lips.

[Funkduder]

"Personally, have a debt to the queen, or rather, there is a debt that I want her to pay for me, so for now, she has my service, meaning that I don't want her to lose." He pondered advising the queen, but realized that it would only hurt his own cause. Anyone intelligent enough to realize her mistake is also smart enough not to try to avoid its consequence. The fight would have to be taken into his own hands. He turned around saying, "Get well soon," and then walked out of the tent. Passing a crate of supplies he noticed something. "I forgot to deliver my present."

[CupcakeDolly]

Dolly had taken a seat, watching her fellow medic treat a wounded soldier and listening to the conversation around her. For some reason, she couldn't stay focused on the topic. Why did they fight? For the queen of course, what other reason did she need?

As Sir Funk left, Dolly spotted something outside. She stood and walked to the entrance, finding the package that had been left and the letter that accompanied it. She smiled, and something like doubt touched her, then quickly left. Reconsider? For what reason? She had been made to serve.

[Hermes]

Sneaking into the camp once more, Hermes left a smaller parcel, containing various medical supplies, and another note.

"Another bit of supplies to show good will. My will be to you and the other people here, not to the tyrant queen. May she fall, and may the people rise. Forget the queen, God save us ALL.

Best Regards
-Hermes of the Valyarin

He quickly darted off, back to the bar.

[Funkduder]

Funkduder walked in what could be the worst shape he has ever been in. "Why the hell did I throw the knife, dammit." He cursed himself as he took a seat on one of the medical bench/bed things (I really don't remember what they're called). He was bleeding in the shoulder from a knife which was previously in his hand on the same arm. His other shoulder was dislocated so he couldn't even put pressure on either gashes. And to make things worst, he lost nearly all of his equipment due to damage. It was worse than shameful. It was a disgrace to the Knights of Chaos. He caught a glimpse of a fast moving person before turning his attention back to the medical staff.

[Renegade]

Storm's canine sense of smell lead him to the medical encampment; there was someone severely wounded there. He opened the door--

"Funk! Er...are you alright?"

[Hermes]

Hermes strode in, new attire, and a wig on. Colored contacts in, near-pure black outfit to hide his features, his brother's old katana in his hands.

"Hello. Call me Elias. I've just come from the field, may I be of assistance in any way?"

He hoped none would recognize him.

[Funkduder]

Funk looked at storm with a grin on his face.
"I fought the Grandmaster..." He let storm figure out the rest of the storm as he turned to the man in black.

"Well hello, father. I see that you've come to anoint the sick...or perhaps you came to drop off medical supplies like the other priest." In truth, no other priest had come that day, but he hadn't seen him around so he shouldn't know that unless....

[Hermes]

"I'm no priest. I'm a soldier, just like yourself. A veteran, in fact, of many a battle." He regarded the man he was facing. He thought he may have just been baited, unsuccessfully, but the man showed no sign of lying. His face was that of someone speaking what they considered to be truth, even though Hermes knew this to be a lie... "I happened to pic up some medical knowledge along the way. I may not be as good as the medics, but I'm better than the infections, aye?"

[Funkduder]

"Aww, that can't be right. Not only have I not seen you in battle, but you're also wearing a crucifix," he said, pointing to his next using his foot. With the injuries he had, he probably shouldn't have been moving but he didn't really care that much about it. He would actually have been grateful for and honorable discharge despite the queen's lack of those kind of rewards. He'll more likely man a balista or a cannon instead.

[Hermes]

"Then we've just yet to have the honor of fighting alongside each other, aye? And the crucifix belonged to my brother. IT was 'round his neck when he was shot down in the Taskal war. I was the one that shot him. any questions?"


(BTW, yeah, he killed his brother in the Taskal War XD Long story on that haha)

[Renegade]

Grand...master...? Storm tilted his head slightly, running the thought through his mind. Must be some warrior bigshot.

((-chokes- What? Aww, now that's mean.))

[Funkduder]

"Oh, now? I think I've heard of a story like this one, though I haven't heard all the details. I'll tell you what: tell me your story about that crucifix and I'll tell you how I got these wounds. It's a living legend to be frank."

((There's only one person on trisphee named grandmaster))

[Serra Britt]

Asione listened with interest to Funkduder's and Storm's conversation and wondered if her fiancé was any kind of fighter when it came down to it. She didn't think her beloved would fight very much either, but she hadn't known her that long.

"Has the battle been going well for us?"

[Renegade]

((-sigh- Dear Funk, you'd think I'd know my own title.))