(Sorry I've been out, I posted more information in the OoC thread. Anyway, I'm going to go back and edit this post and have it keep Charles up to date... might take a bit

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"I was hoping you'd be here as well. Sorry I was being so quiet at lunch, I was thinking about what this could be about. I take it your silence was because of your apprehension as well?"
I guess I can't blame you. Yeah, I kind of was afraid to tell you.
As everyone enters Charles greets them with a wave and a half-faked smile. When Sepoto enters, Charles sticks his tongue out in a playful manner. Inside however, Charles thought with annoyance,
He's smelling me isn't he? I bet he's smelling me...
There are reports of increased activity among the Deep Mist Lizardfolk tribe. These reports are concerning because we have never had problems with this tribe before. And, of course, we have no official reports, just the concerns of the folks in this settlement.”
There are reports of increased activity among the Deep Mist Lizardfolk tribe. These reports are concerning because we have never had problems with this tribe before. And, of course, we have no official reports, just the concerns of the folks in this settlement.”
Charles examines the room around him while old Goludov speaks.
Deep Mist... they usually are not much of a problem. However, they get pushed around a lot by the Blackscales. Sure, he's says reconnaissance, but if the Blackscales are involved, there will be no one left to report anything.
“I know some of you have had dealings with various tribes of the Lizardfolk before. That’s part of why you’re here. We need to know what exactly is going on, and why. And we need to find out quickly and efficiently. I can’t send a whole platoon for no reason.
I assume you all are familiar with each other. I hope you can all trust each other. Now, before I go further, I need to know that I can count on you all. If any of you are unsure, there’s the door. I don’t care where you go, but I don’t need to send you out there to get killed. Will you all accept this mission?”
Charles winces at the mention of his past.
If I don't say something now, I'll regret it... I didn't say anything last time. I will have to tell them all to turn down the mission. This might be out of our league. Some stupid common folk worried about shrimps like Deep Mist are not worth dying for. Charles takes a deep breath and speaks:
I'm sorry, b-
Charles looks shocked at Kaelen.
Is he nuts? He of all people should-
"I am honored to accept this mission, sir. It should provide ample opportunity to field test my newer functions!"
"Sir, Headmaster Goludov, sir, the whispers of I'Katra have called me here as much as your missive, my home is the academy, and my choice is to accept this task..."
Charles bits his lip slightly, completely infuriated,
Idiots! Kaelen has gone crazy, I think I saw him hit his head on something less than a week ago.. what are these guys' excuses?!
An honor?!
"You can definitely count me in, I've been waiting for this chance for years sir! I won't let you down."
Real cute. We'll see who's "down" after we see those Blackscales...
Charles drops his head.
That's five of them. Just me now. Like usual. What happens now? I say yes... we go out there. Punch some Deep Mist, spot some Blackscales, and... build our own graves? If I say no... what? I get dismissed and they all die anyway? Damn the gods, damn them. Charles feels the room staring in anticipation.
I hope I get killed in my sleep... I don't want to feel regret again.
"This is funny you know? Ha-ha kind of funny. I hope this goes better than I think it will. I trust Kaelen's instincts. I'm in, as well.
For the rest of the conversation, Charles is a little spaced out. He is battling strong feelings.
I'm an idiot!. /
This could be different, I'm stronger now, so are they... we could beat them? /
What am I saying? I've seen mentors die in front of my eyes /
We are soldiers... am I to expect that I would never face them again? That's stupid thinking. /
They might not even show up. /
What something worse does... /
Man, if Brick saw me like this... he would kick my ass.
He nods his head anytime he is mentioned and tries to pass off as if he is actively listening.
"I... I would suggest either Charles or Sepoto take charge of the map. Sepoto, I believe that you have the most...ah, experience with the lizard-folk, yes?"
Hmm, if I can memorize the map I won't always need it.
I know how to find my way back if I get seperated. I assume Charles can do the same.
Charles nods peacefully.
"I know Charles to be a collector of the wayfinding papers, and more familiar with them than I. His jungle-lore is esteemed by me as well. Perhaps he should take them?"
If you insist, I'll take it. It might be best if I don't carry it while I'm alone however
Charles finally snaps out of it with the mention of fruit.
I should be dead anyway. These guys are doomed anyway. Nothing changes no matter what I say. Let the fates play their hand.
I have a good amount of potions in my possession. I'm not sure how long it'll last me, but I intend on not getting hit. I think I have a better chance of poisoning myself. And about that map, maybe someone can get us a copy? Magically or otherwise