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6 mos ago
Current i'm not sure the appropriate use of an OLED TV is to play random scenic train videos but here we are
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7 mos ago
swish
9 mos ago
Being truly on my own is a bit of a weird feeling. It's never really happened.
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9 mos ago
Let it never be said that sometimes extreme brevity isn't the most appropriate post, though. Everything is a tool.
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12 mos ago
a loaf is a surprisingly hard thing to make
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Down in the Mausoleum (Lower)


Largely ignored, the shifty figure finally succeeded in smashing the gem occupying his attention as the undead monstrosity went down, releasing an eerie blue light that engulfed his figure... and froze, speaking in a much different tone of voice as he straightened. "No, no, you're just... eugh, is there a single pleasant thought in your head? This won't do at all, I'm not keeping you around."

There was just enough time to see him sprouting a pair of horns before he gave a jaunty wave, a deep purple ripple in the air engulfing him--

And then he was gone.




Down in the Mausoleum


Behind Damon, the air turned an unusual shade of purple, depositing a shifty-looking figure that leant against one of the many statues lining the room. "Of all the people you could have supplied the gem to, you had to choose him? He's thoroughly ugly, both outside and inside. Everything about him is all... sneering and gangly. And it's a man, to boot!"

The vampire's attention didn't wavor from his confrontation, although he easily answered, "Alfried and Fierense neither deserved a passenger nor a contest of wills for their own body. And if I had given you to that necromancer, who knows if he would have been gullible enough to use it? You needed a vessel, Reddiel."

The distinctly feminine pout on the other man's features was rather out of place. "But still! You could have told Torranz something. Have him try to throw it at someone. I'm sure these knights would be interesting to watch."

"Yes, just throw the magical, reinforced gem at the less than fully armoured knights and hope it breaks," was the sarcastic reply, "You just wanted a stronger body to start with. You'll fix everything else in short order, my dear. I'm sure you're already working on what little manliness Torranz ever had."

"Hmph. See if I don't leave you here."




Tyaethe


"Well, then, maybe we should ask the princesses what they think?" Tyaethe wondered, looking at the pair, "Do you want to stay here tonight, or come with us to Candaeln until it's safe?"
Down in the Mausoleum


Serenity's opponent raised an eyebrow at bringing up the house of his birth, but didn't say anything as Serenity finally made her move. The mace was avoided with the unnatural ease that came with magical enhancement, head twitched aside in the space between one blink and the next. His response to the attack on his wrist could be considered... inspired. There was a peculiar foolishness in trying to block it with his wrist, the sword going much deeper than tendons. Almost too easily, the long blade dropping to the ground, still in hand.

But Damon... he didn't seem bothered at all, for all the space he'd suddenly made between them, merely giving a reproachful tut. "That is the classic rookie mistake when fighting against vampires, my dear. Most demons, too. All this sort of crippling injury does is ruin our clothing."

He held up the stump for emphasis. Slowly oozing blood--not nearly as much as such an injury would warrant, but enough to stain the sleeve around it and drip in a thin line to the floor, a trail leading back to the severed hand.

That was the warning before said hand whipped around, a baleful red flame flickering into life along the blade as it made a lunge for Serenity's back. Clearly, all concepts of a normal duel were out, now, the vampire dissuading any rush for his person by firing the now-reloaded crossbow between them.

At this point, it exploding into more of that barely-illuminating flame couldn't be a surprise at all.
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Shady doggo mage here.
Tyaethe


"It was probably a way of clearing up after loose ends, he just didn't expect the would-be assassin to give him up so easily," Tyaethe guessed, reaching up to absent-mindedly pat the princesses heads, "I find it unlikely that he could organise anything else on short notice or at a distance, but..."

The vampire looked thoughtful, regarding the court mage, "How are you at illusionary duplicates?"

"The back passage still comes out in the direction of Candaeln, right? Nobody moved the exit?" she asked, attention drifting to Adeforth, "The moat would keep out any spiritual attacks, and there's still over a hundred knights there with nothing else to draw their attention."

Not to mention easy access to her sword, or the chapel, or even the baths. It might not have the defensiveness against a siege, but if you wanted to avoid assassination attempts...

Elastasia


"Oh dear, the holy bird seems to like you..." Elastasia stated, watching the bird's choice of perch curiously. Was this information actually significant to any of the world's normal inhabitants? It could be mere happenstance that Mella was more appealing than any of the others around here--being marginally holier than a bunch of merchants and nobles might not be considered much of an achievement--but at the same time, it was a very definite preference...

Or maybe that was merely confirmation bias speaking. She knew why it was so attracted, therefore, to her, it was obvious. If she started acting on all the game knowledge to any real end, though, she'd get a reputation for uncanny prescience that would give out in such a short span of time, that would be quite annoying. And she really needed to start with something big before attention came to her, like making sure Reginald didn't go off and cause problems.

Maybe if he was encouraged to collect rare animals, they wouldn't need to depend on the Heroine's whims? That derpy-looking creature would be a good start.

And maybe one of the shopkeepers would get that dog off her brother. He wouldn't have anywhere to keep such a pet, no matter how friendly it was.

Down in the Mausoleum (Lower Floor)


Watching the ensuing decimation of the undead and the monstrosity, the shadow hovering in the back hastily threw a knife--hardly caring at what it was aimed, although with the smooth throw, it was going to hit somebody if not dealt with--and backed off towards the stairs, scrambling at something about their neck. Some sort of pendant, by appearances.

If anyone grew close enough--or had exceptional hearing--they would hear a man's voice, muttering. "Damon, you bastard... break it for a boost? How?"
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