AtomicNut

Into the Harsh Light of Day

Im alive. Tired of RL encumberances but alive.

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

Pyria

Child of the Flame

Location:Actium

Pyria's eyes darted around. First on the stranger and his hand. Laughable. Why would she need to hand anything over? Plus whatever food she had pilfered from the meager pickings of the town had been digested long ago. Then there was Luca's panicked attempt to make amends by sharing his loot. And by extension, HER loot. Since he was, well, his servant. And boobmaid was further encouraging him.


Note to self, kick out boobmaid. With fire.

Pyria thought as she grinded her teeth. Where was she? Ah right. Tiny squeaky Lamia who did a really gross with her mouth and spoke about infinity pies. She took a little pity on the fellow orphan. After all, she must've been severly starving to be that dimwitted.


Burn. Burn them all. The fool. The idiot. The harlot. And Luca the coward. And then the inn. And the town. And the undead. And the entire Iron Coast. Leave none intact in your wake. For you're a child of the flame.

Her heartbeat accelerated, until she was about to do it.

NO! Think long term, Pyria. Burning everything in the long term will do far more harm than good. She added, reigning herself in. "Ngh." She let out in a whimper, her anger somewhat receding. "It hurts." She winced, clutching her temple.

"Your. Idiocy. Hurts so much." She spelt out loud and clear. Gears began to click in her mind. "A pile of fucking garbage. And toys. You're... just wasting breath and threatening me for that." She turned her back on the duo. "Why I did get this riled up for it... I don't even..."

"LUCA, PROVIDE ME WITH AMENABLE EDIBLE CONFECTIONS, WITH HASTE!" She grumbled, beginning to walk her way to the inn. "And you, boobmaid, we need to talk about being so clingy to my Luca."

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I live. Yeah. Expect a post in the upcoming 9 hours at the latest.

And done.

Pyria can be very verbose if she wishes to :P

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And posted. Someone please defuse Pyria's murderswitch.

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

Pyria

Child of the Flame

Location:Actium

"Good, good, you understand! Luca is mine!" Pyria beamed as she clasped her hands in front of her chest, a smile sprawled across her face. "I like your attitude, girl!" The kid said, puffing up in a bossy manner, further encouraged by Sarai's play-along antics. "I heard big boobed chambermaids are a thing in these parts! You can be servant number two!" She added.

It was then when a new challenger appeared. Or well, that other pathetic little rat who was always complaining Pyria didn't leave enough scraps. Snakegirl. Didn't she understand the pecking order? She narrowed her eyes at the other little squirt, trying to appear bossy because she just had a meaty man with a slab of metal to back her up.

"H-hey! Luca's a guy." Pyria said in a strangled, contorted reply, as her golden eyes pierced the other duo. "Just the noodly, girly type, but a guy."

Sword. Dangerous.

She thought to herself, while gripping Luca's reins harder. She bit her lip. Suuure, she could send her servants to battle. But they were, er... cutesy servants. To pamper her. If they were missing eyes or limbs after having a clash with the burly man, they'd not be just as cute. Her gaze went back and forth between Snakegirl, Meatguy, Boobmaid, Luca, and herself. A conclusion was reached.

"Toughest in town, you say? FINE. I'll face you. HEAD ON. Stay away, servants! I shall take of this myself!" Pyria said, the barest hint of nervousness in her voice as she tossed the reins of the horse and jumped in a dramatic fashion.

Only to be caught in a stirrup and falling flat in the floor. Again.

"Noo..not again.!" Pyria said, tears welling in her eyes. It looked like she was going to throw another tantrum.

But she didn't. She had to be STRONK! Dragon's didn't cry!

She eyed her opponents. And then something snapped inside the tiny cogs of her mind. Snakegirl was a loser, but the guy did look dangerous. Pyria went perfectly still and limp, as if she was a golem that had run out of power, her gaze still on the tiles. She clenched her fist, and slowly, her gaze rose up to meet the swordman and lamia duo, magic gathering around her.

"If you so much draw that blade, you might get into more than what you can chew." Pyria growled, all infantile tones of her voice washing away from her voice, and her tone plumetting into a much deeper registry.

Gold eyes pierced the two. Gold eyes whose pupils were now...slits.

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Tsabal

The Dark Whisperer

Location:Campus Magnus

Rude. Tsabal said, clenching her fist, resisting the urge to melt that human's face off with her magic. Hero of a fruitless campaign, in a collapsing empire. Is that really something you can boast about? You'll drag others along your fall. The drow thought to herself as she shook her head, and the halfbreed chided both for being childishly.

You couldn't possibly understand. Much like the flask, this was a test. Drow are always probing the defenses of anyone else. And he failed. Unlike the loathsome high Elf. If he can't keep his temper with charades like this, how he's supposed to fare in a forest full of undead with no civilization on sight.

She pondered. "Couldn't hurt getting dressed. If only because to point out what he's missing with that sharp tongue of his." She added, as she zipped through the assorted tents to where Bane of Gardeners was, and her possesions were. Deftly picking up her gear and putting up a dark half plate, she still kept a cloak with hood alongside her. The final touch, Spinerender, rested on her back. Reigning her donkey, she came across the last of a discussion between the so called Hero of the East and fellow soldiers. Leaning against a post, she smiled under her hood.

"Now, whom had said that about not alienating your folk? Some preacher Hero you are, failing to follow the very example you've set." She leant against the post. "And because of that, you're going to venture into the wilds with less people than you initially thought. Because of your childish, holier than you tantrum. Hero, or should I say, Empire-hired bounty hunter, and Elven Kingslayer? It's all a matter of perspective."

She contemplated the craftwork of her armor gauntlet. "But I'm going to offer you a second chance, because I'm in a good mood today. Swallow your pride, and apologize for your rudeness. I might deem then suitable to assist you. Fail to do so, and I'll simply remain here, waiting for the wind to carry your deathly screams."

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Okay, time to cook up a...ah hell Bowie died.

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Got sandwiched with extra classes. Might take a while to post.

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Hmm... could work. Just don't get him near Pyria, lest she believes he's just a big doggy and insists in playing fetch.

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Yes, but Gripus isnt the one paying. So she can just make alternate plans to it. Besides, someone falling in the same mistake he preaches of alienating people isn't a sound prospective of companion.

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

Hey, it's not my fault she's an arrogant dick. Maybe she could just play along in the short term, and murder us in our sleep at a later date?

@Frengo

She's not calling people worms to the face, mind you. And considering the ego displayed by Gripus and CO, she might just sit in the camp, wait for the undead to do the job for her, and then loot the corpses.