Ceria Springwalker
- Captain Ceria
- Captain Ceria (by Ksmvr)
- Ceria
- Ice Squirrel
- Ice Weasel
- Ice Weasel (by Yvlon)
- Professor Springwalker
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| 1.26 R | “Horns! Move up and support Marian! Ceria, take out that spellcaster! Shields up!” |
| 1.26 R | “What about Ceria and Sostrom? Why the hell aren’t they taking this thing out? We are a disgrace of a team.” |
| 1.26 R | Ceria and Sostrom were their [Mages]. The other man grimaced as he saw someone poke her head up, swivel around with her pointed ears twitching, then duck an arrow loosed by a skeleton holding a bow. It was more amazing that the filthy, corroded bow and string could even fire, but it did, and the arrow was weak and badly aimed—but it could still do a lot of damage. |
| 1.26 R | “We’re not doing a suicide charge. Just give Ceria a chance. If she can damage it, we’ll fall back and try to escape. The horses are—” |
| 1.26 R | “Thank the Runner. Ceria, how’s your mana?” |
| 1.26 R | Ceria jabbed Gerial with her wand before Calruz growled. |
| 1.26 R | Neither Gerial nor Ceria had. The man scratched at his chin. |
| 1.26 R | Ceria raised her brows. |
| 1.26 R | The Minotaur gave Ceria a huge glare, and Gerial raised a hand as if to break them up. But this was just banter, and Calruz jerked his head over. |
| 1.26 R | “We take a page out of the Runner’s book. Did you see how she escaped it? We moved in too slow. This time, we spread out. No shields, just run from cover to cover. Gerial, you’ll take one group left. I’ll head right. Put Marian and the other archers up and tie it up. Force it to shield itself, and give me an opening. Ceria, can you tag it at least once?” |
| 1.32 R | “We owe you a debt of gratitude for that delivery you did for us a week ago. Without it, we’d all have been killed by that damned Lich. Thanks to you, though, we managed to kill it and recover a lot of magical artifacts. Ceria’s got a new set of mage robes she owes all to you.” |
| 1.32 R | “Of course. What does distance matter? But let us introduce ourselves properly. Ceria, introduce yourself.” |
| 1.32 R | “Ceria Springwalker. Village of the Spring, from Terandria. A long way from home, and technically, a student of Wistram. Ice-magic specialist and the only common sense in this crazy group.” |
| 1.32 R | The rest of the company introduced themselves, but Ryoka was still thinking about Ceria. She shook hands mechanically, impassively nodding as the vice-captain expressed his admiration of how she’d saved them. She’d already forgotten his name. |
| 1.32 R | The half-Elf, Ceria, interrupted calmly. She leaned forwards and tapped on the table for Garia’s attention. |
| 1.32 R | “That’s a scurrilous accusation, Ceria. Don’t go throwing that around.” |
| 1.32 R | The vice-captain looked nervous, and Calruz’s face darkened, but Ceria just raised her hands. |
| 1.32 R | The Horns of Hammerad grumbled, but at least their ire wasn’t directed directly towards Garia and Ryoka. Ceria eyed the dispirited Garia and cleared her throat. |
| 1.32 R | “This is intolerable. A good Runner shouldn’t be crippled. Ceria, Sostrom. Can’t you do something?” |
| 1.32 R | Ceria eyed Ryoka’s leg as the other [Mage] with a long wisp of black hair he kept brushing out of his hair—it ran down to his chin—shook his head. She rolled her eyes. |
| 1.32 R | “If Ceria says so, I agree. I’m self-taught, and she’s Wistram.” |
| 1.32 R | All the people sitting at the table—and in earshot of the conversation—winced. Ceria, however, just nodded to herself and put a finger to her lips. |
| 1.32 R | Ceria shrugged. |
| 1.32 R | He stood up. The vice-captain eyed him worriedly. Ceria leaned forwards and poked Calruz hard in the back. |
| 1.32 R | Ceria grabbed him by the shoulder. |