Ickle Harri-chan wrote:Ginny couldn't help but blush as the doors opened to reveal the Princess. She was starting to get used to people being much larger, but this was the first person she'd actually met before as an adult, and now as a child. The difference in height between her and the two women was made even more obvious when Lady Rose lowered her down onto her feet.
Her blue eyes widened in suprise at the Princess recognised the Demon Seductress, and for a moment, hope began to swell inside her chest, but turning to look up at the woman... she saw only amusement at being found out. Her blonde hair swished around as she turned to look back up at the Princess, her mouth falling open. Her blush brightened even more... this would have been bad enough if her identity had been secret... but this way it was so much worse. She'd left, confident that she would be victorious, to the point of being arrogant, and now just one day later, returned as a ten year old child.
"Your Highness... we met yesterday... I left my daughter in your care. I am the Paladin, Ginevra Swann... ", she murmured, nervously playing with the hair that the demon had turned red to match her own. "She... said I'm to be called Lucile now... ". A shiver ran down the child's spine, and she suddenly hurried forward, slipping behind the Princess and clutching her long, elegant dress, peering out timidly at the Seductress. "She has to be stopped!".
The princess giggles. "Ahhh I remember you..." She leans down, patting the former Paladin's head. "I'm glad Rose here found you instead of one of the others... It would have been a shame if you had been ripped to shreds or drained of life by one of the spirits. Rose is the gentle sister of her more rascally brethren." Rose, still bowing, smiles. "You flatter me, Princess..." The Princess smiles back. "Oh of course not... why else would I have summoned you to my side? The others can kill and terrorize... they serve their role in ridding our land of the wretched church."
Looking back to Ginny. "You serve Rose now... and by extension, me. Serve faithfully and there will be a place for you in the new Watchwood. Otherwise... you will remain a little girl... or perhaps a harem slave. Your soul belongs to Rose... you are whatever she wants you to be..."
Blaze wrote:James slumps into a chair and finishes his mouthful of apple before starting to talk.
"Well... for one thing, demon attacks are on the rise. It's not safe to be on the roads at night anymore."
He considers mentioning that he is supposed to be helping to find a way to stop them, but decides against it.
The old man nods. "Yes, even down here I feel the stirring of the old spirits." He smiles a bit as James sits. "Well... you have come into my house and eaten of my food. So you are protected under the rule of hospitality. Know that while you remain in this room you are safe... Now, a answer for an answer... ask me what you would."
Vomica wrote:Ovvar grits his death, and unsheathes another blade... drawing the second one into his off hand. He says, "...Vilehand. You are nothing more than a cheap conjurer of tricks! Do you take me for a fool?" Despite having his blades at the ready, the swashbuckler starts to mutter his own words... concentrating on one of the few tricks he can truly do. Vilehand might be a blood mage, but even supernatural attacks have a direction...
And it seems his direction is all around him! As the body parts explode into chunks of bone and meat... knitting together unnaturally to make skeletons and frankenstein abominations... pieces of armor sewn into their skin as blades jut from their arm bones... sparks of red fire in their eye sockets. The mage himself remains in his cloud of darkness... likely commanding the rank of horrors he has risen.
Brnin8r wrote:Trey stroked Abrosious' mane once as he was encouraged to dismount. Gregor did the same. The Knight-Paladin couldn't shake the feeling of distrust. These people were different. Perhaps it was their distance from civilization or their self-imposed exile...but both were excuses to delude him. He knew it. There has to be a reason why they hadn't heard from this town in months.
He followed them in to take part in their generosity...if it be called that.
From the stable, a young boy runs out. He looks... well more normal than the rest of them. His eyes filled with a hidden fear as he takes the reigns. "I'll take good care a ya horse, sir knight..." He says timidly, looking at the paving stones.
Then soon enough they are inside the mansion! Candles set in the wall illuminate the hallways, casting shadows at the same time that shift and swirl. The guards, thankfully, stay outside. Though the feeling of uneasiness increases if anything. As the Mayor leads them through the halls... into a large living room where chairs and couches sit around a crackling fire. The Mayor sits, gesturing to his guests. "Sit, I'll have my servants make some tea."
