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and the last stand

Every ounce of her body screamed in pain as she drew her bow. It wasn't used to combat--not since nearly 12 years ago. Estelle didn't listen to her body. She hadn't since she left her home. Pain was both penance and illusory. Something she ignored. It didn't matter how battered her body had become in the last years of the war. The robes, hoods, and veils she had once worn had been replaced by bandages and scraps of leather-armour. She was nearly unidentifiable, though no longer out of choice.

She couldn't take part in the desperate push towards the central plaza. No, she couldn't hold a shield or sword anymore. But she wasn't of no use. While she rarely participated in battles even after she returned, there was still purpose. Fighting in town was chaotic and messy. Towns were meant to be lived in. Moved around in. They were a place of peace. Demons turned footpaths to ad hoc flanking routes, whether accidental or looking for paths to strike at the vulnerable. And Estelle stood within the alleyways to do as much as she could. The ground shook as a Boogbear followed by a few others ran at her, its large body not allowing another to pass it. One could simply fire blindly and they would hit something in this alley.

It certainly was one way to avoid missing.

Her fingers loosened. Even though the sound of war bellowed throughout the town, a distinct snap and whistle pierced the noise of the battlefield. The Boogbear lifted its weapon to protect itself. Metal crashed at metal as the arrow was deflected upwards from its path towards its chest to its throat.

Despite its thick hide, fat, and muscle to protect it, the Boogbear immediately dropped to its knees as the arrow tip severed its spine. It gurgled as it lurched, the demons behind it struggling to get around as they entangled around his limp body. Estelle turned to run without a second glance. Her run was slow. Yet it was enough to escape. Between the uneven floor and the large dying Boogbear that now blocked an alleyway, her slow pace was more than enough to leave and position herself elsewhere. It was nowhere near how a knight should be fighting. But she was never a knight.
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Sherry on the cross before Good Friday is some crazy work.

More seriously, very nice.
I think it'd be an interesting element if Vincent had to be talked down by Estelle out of taking vengeance FOR her on his own sister and cousin-brother, and instead of getting the bear-hug of forgiveness he gets the back-hug of restraint---except instead of your typical anime where the back-hug calms down the murderous rage, it's literally just his now-14 year old bones cracking under her now-restored strength XD


Even funnier--her strength is still shot. She's developing it over the course of the RP, so if this happens early, then it's the 14 year old goober dragging a giant stickbug around.

To confirm though, did Estelle (or anyone else) ever figure out who called for the whole assassination deal? Cause it probably hasn't happened yet in the Second Life, so it'd have to be First Life knowledge.


Estelle wouldn't. Her timeline was basically poison > coma > running away from her problems, so she put zero mind into it. The only reason why she'd look into it in her second life is because someone willing to try to kill her would put her siblings in danger, if you're talking about the attempt on Estelle.

By the way, did Estelle or Isana ever really attempt to reconnect with Ophelia.


Estelle, not directly. She came back and hid her identity (you know, as much as a giant can--not very well). Ophelia might have found bandages, medicine, food, etc at her quarters, but she wouldn't have ever directly seen Estelle during the end of the war. If she did, then disguised Estelle would have ran off.
No, in order for you to be half-elf, one of his children would've had to marry an elf. Deividas is in his 70s, his sons/daughters are all adults. Any PCs who are direct descendants from him would be his grandkids. EDIT: The exact number of Deividas's children isn't confirmed either.


grandpa don't got game no more :(
@owo And on the topic of Estelle, do you imagine that she'd have paid all that much mind to Ferrucio in the way she treated her younger House-siblings? Sorta like a 'pity that bastard-child who's only kept as a spare and a shield' kinda deal. My thought was that he'd have kinda brushed off any of her older-sister kindness because 1) he was too busy looking at his feet and 2) she doesn't use a sword. Dunno how things turned out after that, but if she found out that he was the "one" that arranged the assassination attempt, that'd be kinda spicy and messy.


She'd probably treat him well--not quite pity, more in a "he's still my younger brother and I'm the older sister, ergo I am big sister to him". As a result though, she'd probably not quite be a good support if he has any concerns or worries. It'd be more like him going "I have these legitimate worries" and Estelle being "that's sad, let's not think about them as we play together".

If he was involved in the assassination (probably as someone who put things together) as a result of his position, she'd firmly put him in the bear-hug and tell him she forgives him at some point.
Speaking of, @OwO, I had planned on Vincent being one of the younger siblings who greatly admired Estelle---he wouldn't have really understood why "Big Sis 'Stella'" suddenly decided to up and leave, but since he wouldn't have seen her after he turned 12 or so, she'd be one of the few siblings he'd maintain a positive view on as he got edgier and edgier because he didn't directly witness her "fall from grace" moment before he went to the Collegem. But how do you feel about the concept, since it seems almost guaranteed he'll be born from one of the other wives?


That sounds good to me.
12:10 PM, Jam & Bee Cafe at the Alighiero


How did it end up like this? Al and Kelly were staring down the barrel of a loaded gun. Metaphorically, of course. In front of them was exactly the person who they were looking for: the wolf. Or more accurately, was it a dog demon? It was hard to tell. Her ears and fur pattern said that she was something like a demonic Doberman. But dogs were usually, well, smaller. The demon in front of them stood about 7' and, despite her careless and friendly demeanour, seemed like she was ready at all times to leap out and either catch the closest throat with her maw or punch someone's sternum into their spine.




After a not-so-friendly or informative trip to see the former heir of the Kurodoji, Al and Kittyan returned to the crime-mobile and travelled towards the area controlled by Concerned Citizens.

Both Al and Kelly knew the broad strokes--as did most people in the city. Concerned Citizens were more of a loose collective of gangs that banded together out of the common goal of self-protection, determination, and other such. If you didn't look too far into it, they were the closest thing the city had to good guys. If you did look into it? Well, what was a little drug manufacturing and sale, extortion under the name of protection, and robbery. It was shithousery in the name of the common man.

Pretty quickly after asking some people from the streets, they learned more about the local chapter of concerned citizens. They called themselves Unionists. They were sex-workers who had escaped to a life of small business, rough-and-tumble gang members turned independent business owners, and other such working stooges. And this was their home turf. The Alighiero mini-mall was 300,000 square feet of small businesses--each ran by a Unionist or someone willing to pay for their protection. It was a fortress that served double duty as a shopping centre with everything in it.

After finding somewhere to park--far away from the mall, unfortunately, they entered and began looking.

Their investigation was, somehow, even less fruitful than their time with Sato and Caretaker. Anyone who they asked either shrugged and said they didn't know what they were talking about, pointed them to someone who didn't know, or said "wouldn't you like to know, blue boy?" to Al--which was strange since that was somehow the third most popular response.

Eventually, the duo had decided to take a break. Collect their thoughts, look for a new plan of attack, that sort of thing. Of course, they didn't want to do so at the food court--no, there were too many people there. They couldn't hear themselves think. They looked at the map of the mall and saw a spot that seemed quiet: a bookstore with a cafe next to it. They'd take a short break and drink.

The cafe was quite cute, in all honesty. There were quite a number of potted plants that gave a very natural accent to the white-wood furniture. A mixture of glass windows and mirrors seemed to make the cafe seem larger than it was. The smell of coffee and vanilla cake filled the air. The business was sweet and demure. A far cry from the crime scene, destitute bar, and wounded people they had been seeing all day.

And then they saw her. Manning the register was a giant wolf-dog demon covered in scars that counted change in one hand while holding an open White Claw with the other.



And that brings us back to the present.

The wolf-dog took at the duo and didn't bother to make pretenses.

"I'm not in trouble for anything, right pups?" She said.
I might still go for her having ordered the assassination. Still thinking about it.


If the villainess was involved in Estelle's poisoning, she will be put into a freakazoid bear hug and told she is forgiven.
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