Keplo

Lantern

After the kiss on the hand she paced directly for the green lantern nearby and turned to face her knight in shining armor and the tattooed woman that as Tyaelaem would say was a pirate. Her eyes settled on Rhea with a wary glare. "I intend to gather all of the lanterns and free the eggs from their cages, so we can leave this awful place. Are you going to try and stop me or will you help?"

@drewccapp

Oops, I thought we had the violet lantern? Or do we have the green one, too? ...also, I think Fyair might've taken Anise too far away to see Rhea anymore, but I can fix that.

Lantern

Fyair’s attention was drawn to the young girl’s poor physical state and wondered just how long she had been surviving the forest--seemingly alone aside from an adversary. What kind of forest was this? Where ladies fought against each other in the dark. He found himself unintentionally staring at the lantern in his hand, feeling slightly suspicious of the object for reasons unclear to him--a quiet voice in the uncertainty telling him to keep it near. As the girl moved, so did he as he pushed himself into stand and watched her tentatively, his gaze narrowing at the sight of yet another colorful lantern.

Tracing the princess’ glare over his shoulder, the knight grew more puzzled, but slowly his questions were building a hypothesis of the world he had been dropped into as well as the complexity of it. The young mistress spoke out. Fyair’s grip tightened over the handle of his violent lantern, but found it hard to imagine that the thing was a magical item, let alone held an egg. Too much information at once. For now he would trust his new magistrate had a plan of attack and obviously understood how to avoid most of the dangers in the woods having come thus far.

Obediently, the mountainous man placed himself at Anise’s side, looking in all directions when she called out a name unknown to him. Not surprising. Another strange thing. He assumed the name belonged to an ally. He hoped and stood ready for anything.

The Bawdy Dog

@ViolentViolet o-o I know, but I couldn't think of a Full Restore pun, so I went in a different direction.

The Bawdy Dog

@ViolentViolet You just need a good dose of paraphrasing to fix that right up.

It's best to wait for Mok's post.

The Bawdy Dog

@ViolentViolet definitely needs a chance to post before anything else happens. The order is starting to get a little wonky without Fade.

Lantern

Oh, my! You're both too much. //blush

I hope to do my best! <3

@Mokley@drewccapp

The Bawdy Dog

Oh, and hello to all the people I'm not ignoring, but just haven't noticed yet!

It's nice that there's a priest in the bunch. Reminds me of The Exorcist.@Metronome

Lantern

As the adrenaline started to ebb, the fighter noticed his vision darkening and began to understand it was indeed nighttime where this dream had spawned his sleeping body. What seemed peculiar was the strange casting of purple light, which appeared to be his only real source of luminosity and more curiously it was coming from behind him. He needed answers.

Glancing down at the now squirming girl, he grew less confident in the situation at hand and frowned in frustration before heaving a hesitant sigh to gather his thoughts. The words ‘my kingdom’ peaked his interest as he corrected his original interpretation of the lass as a goddess and settled on the assumption he was holding a highborn lady. It was a knight’s code to serve and protect a person of nobility, despite the small woman’s obvious disdain for the capture. Perhaps a new course of action.

”Very well, m’lady. I shall return you home because I shant leave you here. Now. Kindly, be my lance.”

His tone was mellow and smooth as the knight then replaced the sword into the miss’ hands and offered a rigid bow of farewell to his opponent before turning on heel to run in the opposite direction. To his surprise there was a purple lantern in his path, scooping it up in need of a torch as well as heeding the girl’s previous mention of the object, he made his way forward. Currently, his only mission was to grow the distance between them and the tattooed stranger as he dashed into the unknown--noting other odd lights in the background, but choosing to avoid those areas for the moment.

The giant; however, did not take into account that coming back from the dead had left his body weak. Convinced they had widened the gap from possible attack range, Fyair gradually slowed his pace like a horse coming out for a full gallop into a trot before finally easing into a complete stop. He then set the girl on her feet and collapsed against a tree not far from where he had begun to regain his breath and energy while he adjusted to offbeat energies around him.

”Forgive me, madam, for sitting in your presences. I am Sir Fyair Ducare and apologize for handling you the way I did, but I sensed you were in danger. Per the Knight’s Order, I am under oath to pledge myself to you if you’ll have me.”

With a hand over his heart and the other extended to take the lady’s hand for an etiquette kiss, the loyal knight smiled warmly and formally bowed his head.

@drewccapp

The Bawdy Dog

If Jargo had a heart, it might have stopped pounding, petrified by the idea of being held responsible as he found himself the bull’s eye at the end of several of his beloved puppets’ spite. When one is such an outstanding genius, perhaps the occasional outcome is miscalculated and mistakes are made. Two things not taken into account by the devious devil: His victims had means of inflicting punishment and maybe being near the epicenter of chaos were elements unfortunately overseen during the planning process. For a moment he wondered if the ‘unarmed card’ was playable, but the heat of fury being directed at him was like touching the Sun and there were no other pacifistic opinions. Only retreat was on his mind as his head bobbed in search for an escape route.

The explosive pop came like a slap in the face and in a panic the demon yelped and grabbed at his chest then realizing that the shot had missed its intended target. What luck. He giggled. He snickered. And snorted. Then performed a coward’s slump from his seat to creep elsewhere while attentions were turned on individual injuries and plight. He could watch from afar. Very far.

However, he became a fly to honey when the bard’s temper rang out in a string of foul phrases. How could anybody possibly resist? Like any stable-minded person would do, the insane jester climbed atop the nearest open table and began to dance wildly as if the angry shouts were lyrics,

”My favorite song! How did you know?!”

Throwing his body around and flailing his arms this way and that, Jargo’s movements were nonrhythmic and uncoordinated. From what could be seen of his exposed body, his skeletal structure was misshapen and rolled under his thin flesh in an unsettling manner. Strange bits of matter shook out of his shawl and sprinkled down to where his bare feet pound on the small stage--his steps creating no particular pattern or forethought. In fact, he no longer knew if the bard was still screaming since he had taken it upon himself to begin humming an off-putting tune made up of bad notes and bizarre noises. For all he was concerned with now was his uncomforting interpretive dance.

@ViolentViolet@NorthernGR@Strafe@Illogical Jim

The Bawdy Dog

*happy sniffles* You people are great. <3