Phillip has... more or less made up his mind on where he stands in regards to the fate of this world and what he's willing to do about it. What he hasn't done is admit that yet. Why? Part of it is that in doing that, he'd have to fess up to the Scions about what he's been hiding and that is not a conversation he's looking forward to, especially with one bedridden and most of the others on the other half of the world. A lot of it is... he's pretty sure Gustavain will know what it means, why he's finally settled on this path. And he is definitely not ready for that conversation.
So he's been starting to help more, be more active in things, but with a protective layer of obfuscation. With Tataru gone to station in Kugane to support the Doman efforts, he'd gotten roped into being her contact in Gyr Abania- which actually suits him fine, though he made sure to put up an exasperated front about it, knowing she wouldn't take no for an answer. But periodically, when things are going particularly wrong for the Scions or the Resistance more generally, a masked and shadowed figure wielding a scythe would take the field, staying long enough to rectify the situation before vanishing once more.
A bit dramatic, to be sure, but that was how Phillip liked things.
He'd been practicing black magic a little more publicly, one of the members of the thamaturge's guild noting that he'd likely be good at it when he was running some errand or another and instructing him on the basics, the rationale being that everyone should have some manner of defense with the way things were. He was progressing quickly in it, too, but... apparently not quickly enough. Because now he and Gustavain were surrounded by Garlean troops, and a not entirely proficient Black Mage and a Bard who'd mostly been acting as a healer recently was not an ideal combination. It was supposed to just be a supply run, Phillip dragging along Gus more for the company than for protection. Now he wasn't sure if they were going to get a way out of this.
He took a step back, trying to put some distance between himself and their attackers, his mana running dangerously low. He only had a few more spells in him, but even if he aimed every one of them perfectly it wasn't going to be anywhere near enough.
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So he's been starting to help more, be more active in things, but with a protective layer of obfuscation. With Tataru gone to station in Kugane to support the Doman efforts, he'd gotten roped into being her contact in Gyr Abania- which actually suits him fine, though he made sure to put up an exasperated front about it, knowing she wouldn't take no for an answer. But periodically, when things are going particularly wrong for the Scions or the Resistance more generally, a masked and shadowed figure wielding a scythe would take the field, staying long enough to rectify the situation before vanishing once more.
A bit dramatic, to be sure, but that was how Phillip liked things.
He'd been practicing black magic a little more publicly, one of the members of the thamaturge's guild noting that he'd likely be good at it when he was running some errand or another and instructing him on the basics, the rationale being that everyone should have some manner of defense with the way things were. He was progressing quickly in it, too, but... apparently not quickly enough. Because now he and Gustavain were surrounded by Garlean troops, and a not entirely proficient Black Mage and a Bard who'd mostly been acting as a healer recently was not an ideal combination. It was supposed to just be a supply run, Phillip dragging along Gus more for the company than for protection. Now he wasn't sure if they were going to get a way out of this.
He took a step back, trying to put some distance between himself and their attackers, his mana running dangerously low. He only had a few more spells in him, but even if he aimed every one of them perfectly it wasn't going to be anywhere near enough.