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Random Scenario Thing
| 0 × Recruitment. I want you(!) to join our army! Remember to always give in to whatever ridiculous demands they want. Alternatively, they've just joined the army and you're trying to make a good first impression. 1 × Shopping. It's your duty to make sure the army stays supplied some how so make sure you pick the best weapons and sell what you need to get the funds. Wait, no! You can't sell that! It has sentimental value! 2 × Watch duty. Morning, day, evening, and night; someone has to keep a look out around camp! You wouldn't want any brigands or monsters to sneak into camp and cause trouble. 3 × Training. Wake up, wake up, rise and shine, daisies. Lesson one: A soldier must have discipline and what better way to prove that than by waking up before sunrise for some intense exercise? 4 × Healing tent. You used to be a great soldier until you took an arrow to the knee. Injuries are bound to happen on the battle field so you might as well get used to finding the healing tent now. 5 × Benched. You haven't been benched! You're just… holding down the fort while everyone else goes off to fight. 6 × Romance. Is now really the time for a confession? Did you even realize you were in love? Chat it up and get those A/S supports going. 7 × Restoration. The war is over and as much as you want to relax, there's still a lot of work that needs to be done. 8. × Desert level. The sun is blazing, the sand is hot, it's hard to get around, and did you just trip on some buried treasure or run into a mirage village's wall? 9× RNG. Shenanigans. |
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General Ike and that brilliant little tactician, Elincia and her Crimeans, all the massed forces of Gallia and Phoenicis... I almost feel sorry for them, facing all of us.
[ Of course, the forces of Phoenicis are slightly less dire a threat than they were earlier in the war. Naesala, just what were you thinking? ]
...Sorry, this is going to sting.
[ Reyson dabs at Tibarn's wound with a wet cloth. Whatever is on it does indeed sting like a motherfucker. ]
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-ow. Yeah, I figured it might. [Even tough guys have their weaknesses, and this stuff's potent. But he grits his teeth, if he can withstand a million cuts during battle he can deal with this.]