Rulah: 5, 10, 15…
Bria: Why don’t you wear armor?
Rulah: I do, I just don’t wear thirty kilograms of plate mail. I’m going to check on Gahncai’s flank.
Bria: It’s Shadow Iron!
Rulah: But it can’t protect everything!
Gahncai: All armor is ridiculous.
Rulah: 5, 10, 15…
Bria: Common fallacy; armor has flaws, but even useful things have flaws.
Gahncai: What about chinks in your armor?
Bria: I’d rather have flawed armor than no—ow!
Bria: Nothing. Just a small…knife in my elbow.
Rulah: We’ve got to asses which flank is the greater threat.
Bria: Great. Gahncai! How many goblins do you have over there
Gahncai: A lot. You
Bria: Quite a few
Bria: How do so many goblins live down here?
Gahncai: Goblin life cycle. They life peacefully and breed until they outgrow the local food supply.
Rulah: Then they act aggressively until their numbers are thinned. ‘The harsher the winter, the earlier the raids.’
Gahncai: They’re probably attacking half of the monsters on this level right now.
Rulah: Feels cruel.
Bria’s Sword: SLICE!
Bria: Maybe we should give them horses.
Bria: So why aren’t you using fire?
Rulah: My teacher gets judgey about it.
Bria: Ularon is out cold. He won’t mind.
Rulah: …fine. Flame Jet!
Bria: Did he just roll his eyes while unconscious?
Rulah: Watch your sword, Bria! Gahncai,
what’s your religion?
Goblin’s spear: SHATTER!
Rulah: Why not?
Gahncai: I don’t do religion. You?
Rulah: The Strongpeople believe in feeding, fucking, and fighting. But, y’know, with horses.
Rulah: We fight alongside horses.
Bria: No judgment. Horses are delicious.
Gahncai: I love ‘em.
Rulah: Where should I put down Ularon?
Gahncai: Uh…butchers table?
Rulah: No, too much viscera. Is that a pooping corner?
Gahncai: Yeah. Sacrificial altar?
Rulah: More viscera. Do goblins just sit, ever?
Gahncai: There. That filthy corner is the least filthy.
Rulah: Bria! Fall back!
Rulah: Goblin gods, huh?
Gahncai: They look like most primitive gods; food fucking, and fighting.
Bria: Primitive gods? In the Free Kingdom of Bria’s Hold, we have a proper religion which encourages utter services to the undead aristocracy.
Rulah: And your role is…?
Bria: Pontiff Immortus.
Rulah: I’ve got Ularon! Gahncai, we’re coming in! How’s the room?
Gahncai: Temple. Masterwork statues. Otherwise secure.
Rulah: Except for the door.
Gahncai: You told me to bust the door down.
Rulah: I had the idea that it’d be busted in such a way that it wouldn’t stop us, but it would stop a horde of goblins.
Gahncai: Well, it’s busted so the winners can eat the losers and then pick their teeth.
Bria: I’m not eating goblins!
Rulah: You little—
Rulah: Wow. Alright. Bria! Ularon is down and we’ve got a pit trap in front of us!
Bria: Regular, spikes, or acid?
Rulah: Gimme a sec.
Bottom of the Pit: Splurk!
Ularon: It’s important to feel their—
Rulah: Hrah! Busy punching, Teacher. Hrah!
Ularon: As am I. The Drophan-Bo technique combines one’s mind and body with the timing and mindset of the enemy and—
Goblin: GOBLIN CATAPULT!
Rulah: Fire fist!