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Lissa drew an arrow, nocked it, and nodded. "I see," she said. "Would you like to take the lead?" Lissa gestured to the sword at Naoki's hip. "You seem more suited to it." In the airship's long, narrow corridors, there would be limited space to dodge and flank. This would funnel attackers and...

The recent series of events was quite troubling to Lissa. The sound of rapid-fire gunshots had already set her on edge - typically, there heralded monster swarms in the wilderness she was used to - but when it was accompanied by alarms and evacuation it leapt from "unsettling" to "alarming." The...

Lissa paused as she was cleaning the blade of her knife. It was best not to mess around with sharp objects while distracted. Tool maintenance would have to be put on hold for now, it seemed. She turned to Naoki as she responded to his question. "I'm on this airship because the Rising Unknowns...

"Lissa Longears," the beastkin answered. She glanced at the anban - "Naoki" - who asked her her name after locating the window's latch. Said latch was just out of reach, though she could always move or break the window with an arrow in case of aerial attack. Lissa heard the rustle and clicking...

Lissa suddenly regretted boarding a floating coffin. Until now, she had regarded the airship as essentially a floating wagon or horse; just another form of transportation to get used to. She had overlooked the fact that there was no way to get off it if it broke. While the ship avoided the...

Lissa walked through the cramped, noisy hallway of the passenger decks. Every compartment she had passed so far was filled with passengers. From the sound of things, they were mostly other monster hunter applicants; the airship was filled with the chatter of their conversation and the distant...

...This was not good. Steven had been planning on using his string to find his way out if and when he got lost again. Oh well, at least he had the map he was making... Steven looked at the map. It said: "404 ERROR DATA NOT FOUND" in rough, large handwriting. Steven looked back up. The goblin...

Steven decided that, since he now had some free time, now was as good a time as any to look for the library. Making sure all of his equipment was on him, he began by tieing an end of a spool of string to the entrance of the school and began walking while unraveling it, drawing a rough map in his...

Steven was having some difficulty focusing on following Rahvi and avoiding running into things and feeling for minds and thinking about what he saw at the same time. He kept an eye on Rahvi while trying to "look" at where the other minds (oh God the mental noise) were and oh wait there's a wall...

Walking after Rahvi and Igna, Steven decided that now was as good a time as any to practice some more advanced aspects of mind magic. Generally, the purely mental aspects of mind magic required a great deal of concentration in less experienced users; practice made detecting and interacting with...

"Let her," said Steven. "A few broken limbs will be a valuable learning experience."

"Wait, there's nothing other than the school to the south?"

Steven raised his hand and asked, "Could you tell me where the temples are? Also, what's to the south?"

"Hold on. We still need a map, cartography equipment, at least 40 feet of rope, lamps, canteens, grave dirt, iron and silver nails, climbing equipment, mining equipment, blessed salt, bribes, cold weather clothing, explosives, at least two weeks rations..."

Steven snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Ella speaking. "Ella. It is obvious to anyone that sees you that you did not intend for Borghild to be harmed. The only thing you are at fault for is insulting Thal, which I am sure Vulmar will find few issues with. So long as you don't repeat...

Steven sat in the infirmary, trying to think of how to calm an angry Witch Hunter down. From what he remembered from his temple's studies, the Witch Hunters were a high rank (or maybe an organization; Steven skimmed through some parts of these texts) of the Warrior's Church's warrior-monks...

Steven stopped trying to focus on minds and began to pay attention to his surroundings again. After seeing and hearing the following events, he said: "She passed out after summoning a ghost-thing to escort a possibly violent student out of the class. As far as I can tell, he's pretty far away...

That might not have been the best idea. If Thal was free, and found out that Borghild was unconscious, he might come back and attack Ella or her. He continued trying to find Thal's mind, hoping to recognize it from his previous experience.

"I hallucinated my way to the meal hall and got here because I was following her." Crap, Steven thought. Would the ghost holding Thal back leave without Borghild's magic sustaining it? Steven stayed at his desk, closed his eyes, and began to focus and search for Thal's mind.

Noticing that the girl was likely using air magic, Steven turned back around, quietly tore a small piece of paper from his notebook, and wrote a message: "Hello. Is there something you wish to discuss? If it is immediate, send a note back. Otherwise, we can talk after class; if the teacher...