@Rin: I'm not a loli!
I mean, we dont know that.
You could be a series of horny squirrels wearing a person suit for all we know.
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I mean, we dont know that.
You could be a series of horny squirrels wearing a person suit for all we know.
Gillian: Lets take this to the bed room.
"What about the others?"
"Hey man, I've not done it with a hundi before. But I'm opening to trying new things."
And then they played scrabble all night. Because that what was meant by that entire exchange. and nothing else.
"What about the others?"
"Hey man, I've not done it with a hundi before. But I'm opening to trying new things."
And then they played scrabble all night. Because that what was meant by that entire exchange. and nothing else.
Gillian eyed the moustached guard as he retreated, though was relieved he seemed to back down to Fanlily’s inherited authority. He returns his sword to his scabbard, rubbing his eyes as he does so. Tonight was more stress than he’d care to have in a year. Mayon above willing it only aged him a few days, though considering tonight’s luck that seemed unlikely. “At this rate I’ll be grey by my thirties…” he grumbles to himself.
The princess it had it worse though she held up better than he’d expected. But even seasoned members of the order would be shaken after an attempt on their lives, and Gillian had no interest in testing the limits of the young woman. “Your highness…” He starts voice much softer than normal. “I think it best that we retire to somewhere quiet until things have calmed down. Do we,” He says, gesturing to himself, Ian, Christina and Sult, “have permission to escort you back to your quarters? Or would you feel more comfortable elsewhere?” He asks. Normally, he’d confine the noble to their quarters and ignore any protest. But given his earlier behavior, he doubt she’d respond well to such an act at the moment. And that aside, the girl looked as though she was well past due a chance to regain some control over the situation.
The princess it had it worse though she held up better than he’d expected. But even seasoned members of the order would be shaken after an attempt on their lives, and Gillian had no interest in testing the limits of the young woman. “Your highness…” He starts voice much softer than normal. “I think it best that we retire to somewhere quiet until things have calmed down. Do we,” He says, gesturing to himself, Ian, Christina and Sult, “have permission to escort you back to your quarters? Or would you feel more comfortable elsewhere?” He asks. Normally, he’d confine the noble to their quarters and ignore any protest. But given his earlier behavior, he doubt she’d respond well to such an act at the moment. And that aside, the girl looked as though she was well past due a chance to regain some control over the situation.
Gillian didn’t bother lowering his sword as the assassin was brought down. He was busy with other things, his eyes icy daggers on any person coming to close to the iron ring of knights surrounding the princess, the royal guard especially. They were still a potential threat, and the nobles…Some might be genuinely concerned, wanting to comfort the princess after the attack, but he was in no mood to risk that. They could send their letters of deepest sympathies and praises of her bravery later.
Already he was racking his brain, trying to remember who Endril was and his reputation. A military coup was not out of the question, the Red Flag War was not that long ago. The glory and sacrifice of orders other than the iron knights could have easily been forgotten in favor of hailing the Iron Rose. He could easily see a disgruntled general deciding they deserved better than playing second banana to them, nor could he much blame them. Though, such acts would need a benefactor. No order, not even the Iron Roses, could finance a civil war on their own and Phoren, though mired in public loathing now, was not without those who privately held him in the deepest of sympathies.
His mind raced with possibilities, the sudden realization he’d likely not return to the outskirts of society anytime soon setting in. He takes a deep breath, calming himself. ”No. Take a step back. A Guard-captain letting slip rumor of bandits isn’t in and of itself incriminating. If anything, the princess might have inquired after the news of her own accord.” He thinks, the hostility in his stance easing up for a moment. This could easily be a play by a neighboring kingdom, demoralizing the population by killing a much beloved prospective ruler. Him assuming there had to be a traitor and pushing for a full blow witch hunt on a hunch could be just as damning for Thaln.
“Speaking of much beloved rulers…” He says, eyes turning on the captain and the stunned princess. “Fanlily. I think it best we have the royal guard clear the party. We’ve a prisoner to interrogate…” He says, watching as Marianne handled the small attacker. Normally he’d be annoyed with her soft heartedness, but right now was an exception. The nem had always…disturbed him. Looked too much like children, and he couldn’t say he’d be much harsher than the electrified knight. “…(nothing that small should be taking a life)…” He grumbles, distracted for a moment. “..and it’ll be easier for us to ensure her highness’s safety with them out of our way. Atleast until her family returns. ” He didn’t clarify if he meant the nobles or the guards.
Already he was racking his brain, trying to remember who Endril was and his reputation. A military coup was not out of the question, the Red Flag War was not that long ago. The glory and sacrifice of orders other than the iron knights could have easily been forgotten in favor of hailing the Iron Rose. He could easily see a disgruntled general deciding they deserved better than playing second banana to them, nor could he much blame them. Though, such acts would need a benefactor. No order, not even the Iron Roses, could finance a civil war on their own and Phoren, though mired in public loathing now, was not without those who privately held him in the deepest of sympathies.
His mind raced with possibilities, the sudden realization he’d likely not return to the outskirts of society anytime soon setting in. He takes a deep breath, calming himself. ”No. Take a step back. A Guard-captain letting slip rumor of bandits isn’t in and of itself incriminating. If anything, the princess might have inquired after the news of her own accord.” He thinks, the hostility in his stance easing up for a moment. This could easily be a play by a neighboring kingdom, demoralizing the population by killing a much beloved prospective ruler. Him assuming there had to be a traitor and pushing for a full blow witch hunt on a hunch could be just as damning for Thaln.
“Speaking of much beloved rulers…” He says, eyes turning on the captain and the stunned princess. “Fanlily. I think it best we have the royal guard clear the party. We’ve a prisoner to interrogate…” He says, watching as Marianne handled the small attacker. Normally he’d be annoyed with her soft heartedness, but right now was an exception. The nem had always…disturbed him. Looked too much like children, and he couldn’t say he’d be much harsher than the electrified knight. “…(nothing that small should be taking a life)…” He grumbles, distracted for a moment. “..and it’ll be easier for us to ensure her highness’s safety with them out of our way. Atleast until her family returns. ” He didn’t clarify if he meant the nobles or the guards.
Ah ok. Good to know!
Think they were talking with other nobles. Princess was being the bell of the ball.
...so does anyone know what happened to the king and queen?
I know we didnt see any attack on them, but we also all rushed to the princess.
I know we didnt see any attack on them, but we also all rushed to the princess.
Is there some sort of scale that we could compare Magil levels to? Then compare that to the 'cost' of spells. Dunno (its part of the reason i've been hesitant to break out the demon arm. That and drammaaaaaa)
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Its because he can be confused for Sult otherwise.
Specially when drunk.
"You dress like a Sult." *Ba dum tish*
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Tyaethe does do stuff. A lot. That is, guarding the captain with completely suicidal behaviour.
A rose by any other name. (puns)
But ok. I'll edit it.
Though I dont think anything Gillian said was particularly nonsensical in that argument.
changed bodyguard to groupie.
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