Freeshooter92 Member

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> which one be ye sayin' no to? > Rtron pleased or Rtron afraid? > > Or the thought of being subjected to Ranoch? No! It can't come back! It's dead! DEAAAAAAAAD!

Welp, we now reach the 'violent insanity' phase of her Psychomancy weakness.

**_Alaira Taenn_** Alaira could not hear, or really even perceive Ssarak, everything was a foggy haze of screaming pain as her mind ore itself apart. And it only got worse as it continued. She did even see Lyn as she approached, just distorted silhouettes of everyone. She had to make this stop, at any cost... Shaky, she rose to her feet, shoving the larger shadow aside... those other shadows on the other side, they were causing this... She rushed one of the diseased guards, howling in fury and pain, tackling him to the ground as she clamped her hand over the sides of his head. Her arms crackled with energy as enormous amounts of power crackled through, no doubt cooking his mind...

> Rtron pleased? Can't have that... We want him terrified of Ranoch. > > Wat?... No... No!...

Nah, Markul HATES when people 'deify' themselves, put themselves far above the common man... reminds him too much of what he himself has done... In all honesty, he really would despise her. Kheris too, likely, if he's anything like his old incarnation. But one does not simply kill an empress with a rock, he'll need an army... And fuck you, I ain't scared! I'm gonna PUBLICLY execute her and show everyone in fucking Kalesia that NOBODY is immortal! Either that, or die. That is my mission.

Or you can join Markul and become a part of the 'fuck all y'all" alliance, where we go around punching people 'till they stop being douchebags! I'm a bit torn between who to start a murderquest against first, Kalnach or that TOTALLY MORTAL asshat empress...

Operation: Terrify Chumps is a go.

Markul simply stared, sighing softly at the man's words. It seemed either he didn't trust him or he had given up. Either way, it did not matter if he trusted him or not: If he didn't accept his help, he was dead, and if Markul chose to betray him, he would also be dead. A 50/50 chance of survival is superior to simply dying. **"I do not wish to allow a man to die alone in an alley for no reason."** He stated calmly, dropping to a knee. It would seem he was far too weak to walk, which was understandable. A normal man would likely have died already. He lifted him up, placing him over his shoulder. He was heavy, though manageable; a man of Markul's immense stature could easily carry him. He seemed to lose consciousness, which would at least help with the pain... Before he could turn to leave, however, the rats arrived. A pair of wretched, worthless souls. It was plainly obvious they were up to no good, likely simply vermin that scented blood, coming to steal the valuables of a fresh corpse. They had asked him to give them the injured evoker... it was clear by the man's tone alone that he was lying... Ugh, he had no time for this. Without speaking, he pivoted his foot. A simple, innocent gesture... Stone rods, each as thick as a man's fist rose around the two men, like the bars of a cage. The rods were tall and the gaps between them thin enough to completely imprison the two men without assistance... He rose another, thinner rod near him. **"I do not have time to waste on scum like you. Leave, or I shall break every bone in your bodies..."** He said, pouring every ounce of menace he could into that statement. He reached over with his free hand, and with the help of a small amount of geomancy he made it look as if he snapped the rod in two with one hand... **"Speak to anyone of what you saw, and I will find you..."** With that, the rods imprisoning them lowered... Though he still held the stone beating stick in his hand...

**_Alaira Taenn_** Alaira smirked as she shifted her boot slightly, pressing it into the downed goon's throat a little harder. She had heard Ssarak, but she simply shrugged. **"You won't hurt me."** she said simply, eyeing the increasingly unfortunate man as he spoke. She growled, pressing it in a little harder. **"Damn right I can take the lot of ya. After I crush your little throat, I could _easily_ snap all your worthless necks with both arms chopped off."** She growled, before hearing Ssarak speak again. _Look at this asshole, thinks this is just random crazy..._ She thought idly... Ssarak might catch that, actually. While extreme pain was to be had from any attempts to peer into her mind, idle surface thoughts could be picked up off of her with no issue. She gave Ssarak the finger without even looking to him, looking down to the guard again. Now, this plan was impulsive and stupid but it was a plan at least. She hadn't just crushed them on an assumption, like she usually would. In fact, if Meirin hadn't spoken to her yesterday she would have just gone into all-out 'stab the guards' mode. While she was not so sure of her original thoughts, the fact that the guards meant no harm was yet to be confirmed, so more scary. **"Look,"** She began, her voice slightly more friendly and less growly, but still absolutely terrifying. **"I could have just talked this out with you, but let's be honest. I trust you much, much more like this, with my boot on your throat. See, you know I'm one crazy bitch, as I've just demonstrated and my friends have clearly validated."** She gestures around. **"So you know, if you lie to me or make me _unhappy_, I'll kill you. And don't think I won't, the last bridge that pissed me off got burned down..."** She shifts her boot a little, though is sure not to crush the little bastard. **"I've had a very, very bad year... So tell me, are you lot planning anything?!"** It was then that she felt something grab her arm... Ssarak? No, it couldn't be, he wouldn't just grab her out of the blue like that, she might accidentally kill the poor bastard... It was then that she felt it. Immediately, a searing pain entered her mind, like a thousand angry bees, stabbing and screeching at evey corner of her mind. Broken images of her life flashed before her, too fast to focus. Emotions were out of control, rage, fear, loneliness, guilt... Immediately, she clutched her head, howling in extreme agony as she was pulled away. She would have likely killed the guard had Ssarak not done that, simply from losing control of her body. She thrashed, the pain unceasing, unending. It sounded strange, that such a proud woman could make such a pitiful sound... **"NomoreNomoreNomorenomore!!!"** She moaned out, slamming her head against the cart as sobs went along with her wailing...