After the battle, as she stops and looks around at the battlefield, Arastine feels relief. Only four of Miasma's people had been killed...
I never thought I'd be thankful to see Marla... Gods. She sent us on this mission, but judging by her Elven guards she could've just sent them instead. It's not like she'd lose many attacking this place... Still, I suppose I should savor the victory. Live, while I am still alive.
Because if what I'm thinking is true, none of us have too much left.
Whether or not Marla really does plan to simply send them on dangerous missions until they're all dead, Arastine will be drinking her fill tonight.
During the early stages of her drinking, Arastine tries to console Anko. It's never easy to lose someone so close to you, and if she can help Anko feel a little better about her loss she'll give it a shot.
Later, long into her night - It's been a long time since she's really gotten drunk, and as she drinks Moira and Kendra start looking more and more attractive... She might even proposition one of them. Have some fun in her final days/weeks...
Eisenhilde is satisfied with the battle. Lady Hel will be pleased with the death of a powerful witch like Magatha, and the addition of a few unfortunate bystanders is just icing on the cake.
This! This... is Lady Hel's bliss. Do you feel it, Tyris? Do you feel the burning joy Lady Hel gives those who give Her worthy offerings? This is how I know Lady Hel approves of the gifts I give her, of the lives I end for Her! This is greater than I've ever felt before... Because of Magatha. Because she tried to evade death - No, not evade, conquer... Lady Hel is the One Truth! The Great Unifier! The Eternal Harvester! Lady Hel is the beginning and the end! All hail Lady Hel!
She continues like that for a while before gradually winding down.
Eisenhilde had a... religious experience, let's call it.
She removes the outmost layer of her robes, the layer above her Elven chainmail, and replaces it with a poncho-tabard bearing Hel's sigil on the front and back. The sigil, of course, is dyed by the blood of those who were killed in the fighting.
The cloth she removed is simply tucked back into her robes somewhere.
Bee sees Marla, her new boss, and 18 Elven guards leave Miasma's main camp. Seeing them, she's very, very glad she's not one of their targets.
I wish I could have gone with Bianca... I hope she's alright. I hope she doesn't get hurt...! Please, any gods that care to listen, protect Bianca and let her return safely.
As she anxiously waits for news of the mission's outcome, the thought occurs that most of Miasma, particularly those who went to fight Magatha, were... a lot stronger, more skilled, whatever... than her now-dead Acid comrades. She might have just gotten in the way. Still, though...
Bee really hopes Bianca will return safe and sound.
August/December's scheme is... progressing. There have now been just over a dozen slaves "disposed of" during the breaking process, and hopefully the free Elves will be preparing to meet with August/December to prepare for the next step. It will be difficult, of course, but... what hasn't been?
December's been practicing her projection while August sleeps. She's gaining practice with different bodies, and soon enough will hopefully no longer be stuck with just August or nothing. He was remarkably weak-willed, but her experience with him has left her more able to inhabit bodies.
Maybe some day I can get myself some poor dead fucker's body~! Heh, that'll be the day... Actually, if I start training for it now...
