[Sigmund would love to be helping to get these monsters under control, he really would. It's been far too long since he's had a proper fight. Unfortunately, that is going to have to wait a while, because certain nine year old girls in his care pick the worst times possible to run off. This child is going to worry him to death. Which means that, at the moment, he is searching every last inch of the village, attempting to not look like he's not in danger of collapsing from lack of sleep. He may just be in danger of collapsing from lack of sleep. It's not even a big village! It shouldn't be this difficult to find her!
Matters haven't exactly been helped by the summon sprite that decided they were now the very best of friends. There is a Hydrake flying after him with all of its derpy little might. If he makes a sudden stop, it tends to collide with him and chirp-squeak loudly in protest. He is generally trying to ignore it, even when it viciously attacks things in his vicinity by... blasting them with a spray of bubbles. Hydrake is not exactly the most formidable of allies.
He'd stop his hunt for a moment, if someone being chased by a zombie horde or a giant dragon or something ran by. No time for leisurely chatting, though. He is a man on a mission.]
Matters haven't exactly been helped by the summon sprite that decided they were now the very best of friends. There is a Hydrake flying after him with all of its derpy little might. If he makes a sudden stop, it tends to collide with him and chirp-squeak loudly in protest. He is generally trying to ignore it, even when it viciously attacks things in his vicinity by... blasting them with a spray of bubbles. Hydrake is not exactly the most formidable of allies.
He'd stop his hunt for a moment, if someone being chased by a zombie horde or a giant dragon or something ran by. No time for leisurely chatting, though. He is a man on a mission.]
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Edward! The legs!
The dragon isn't terribly happy about the gash at the corner of its mouth, but Sigmund certainly is.]
...And Edward probably should have moved. Having a dragon land on you is really unhealthy.]
Unfortunately, Sigmund has his own problems, because putting a big gash in a dragon's face tends to leave one's limbs uncomfortably close to its mouth. It's used the pole of its spear to hold one of his legs down, and Sigmund's shield constantly bashing it in the face is about the only thing protecting him. There are no words for how much he hates dragons.]
Edward, meanwhile, has finally managed to cut himself free, climbing up onto the creature and rising to a crouch, sword half-lifted just in case.]
...Is it done, my lord?
Yes. [He takes a moment to look around him.] As is our house.
...An unfortunate loss.
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We'll have to find shelter elsewhere.
...What? Oh.]
There may be another house available somewhere.
We salvage what we can, then move.
...The crafting of this armor is exceptional. I'd like to take some of it back to the smithy, as well.
Edward may now begin having a heart attack.]
M-my lord...!
What's left of the structure shifts alarmingly while he's in there. WHAT DO YOU DO?]
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His shoulders get stuck halfway in.]
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Edward.
I... was concerned, my lord. [Help ;_;]
I... will find another way out.