Ravenwoodwitch

Locked as One (Herald & Raven)

A lesson in humility and that strange sex is not good for you; I like it :)

And thanks ^^ I was going for something like Tharja from Fire Emblem Awakening, if you've played that. Anyway, I'll let you pick either the marriage or the sex, but this is when the curse is happening, for sure.

Locked as One (Herald & Raven)

Well, my original idea was that he slept with her and kicked her out XD.

He could also have done that to her sister, maybe he became a noble only by her magic, maybe he took something from her and didn't pay...

Locked as One (Herald & Raven)

Inwardly, Miranda celebrated her little victory. Here's to hoping you've learned your lesson, my lord, she thought. There's always another side.

Still, the semi-redhead wasn't so uneducated that she'd object to coin; even if she did have to fetch it. So she took the invitation, and approached the noble at a respectful distance. Carefully, her soft hands took the metal coins from his pocket, and dropped them in her purse. "Much obliged," she said, polity. "M'lord is muh generous."

"Don't kid yourself."

A new voice spoke up, one much more defiant and biting than hers. Miranda's head jerked to the left, and she recoiled back in horror. Out of the throngs of people-all of which were quickly parting- was a tall, slender woman with hair black as night skimming to her waist, and skin as pale as the moon. Two dark, nearly black eyes bored straight into the noble, her robes clinging tightly to her not unattractive form.

"It's the witch!" Hilde shrieked, clinging to Claude. Miranda's breathing quickened, eyes wide, but she dared to speak.

"What brings you here?" she said, voice catching. "w-we're done here."

"I'm not interested in the base tunes of ancient history, you trollop," the witch said coolly. "Your noble friend has wronged my honor, and I demand retribution."

Locked as One (Herald & Raven)

Post is a little long, but I figured we shouldn't take too long on that.

Also, if you're curious, this was the song: sans the piano of course ><
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-JJ-RSyhLpo

Locked as One (Herald & Raven)

She saw where he was going there, and the corner of her mouth twisted up.

"Aye my lord, we can do that," she said, much smoother than before. "Perhaps the trial of the brave knight Lancelot will suit your fancy."

On that note, the players changed an instrument or two. Hilde, the quiet one in the back, pulled out her violin; a left over from her old life of nobility, and Miranda took a step back. She was grinning to herself, her own knowledge cooking in her mind. Woman's folly. she thought, and the pride of men, coming up..

"I imagine me'lord's time is short," Miranda added. "And tis a lengthy number; we'll be quick."

Miranda knew the minstrel's diddy inside and out. As the music started up again, she took a deep breath, and began her song.

"King Arthur's Knights they filled the table round, save for one who stood before them.
For once without a weapon.
For once he stood in shame.
The trial's charge was treason, and betrayal of an oath.
And should his guilt be proven, death would fall on traitors both.
The knights would council Arthur's hard decision.

And Lancelot, his head held high said "I'm tried for Love of Guinevere....
My crime was love."

The rest of the song continued in the same fashion, with each knight speaking either up or against the brave knight, and Laancelot offering nothing but honesty in the light of his fair lady. Ultimately, it fell on Arthur, whose section came as the last verse of song.

"As Arthur wept, he called the wrath of heaven on the lovers who'd betrayed him.
On the Knight he had called brother
Thought worthy of his trust.
On the queen who'd hid deception, but could say she loved him still.
On lost innocence and beauty, and in justice for their guilt.
King Arthur knew the only price for treason...

And Lancelot, his head held high, said "I'll die in love for Guinevere,...
I'd die for love."

And just like that, it was over. The lengthy number was difficult on double the speed, and the singer finally breathed easy when it was done. She bowed, and looked back up at Khaylan, still wearing that smile.

"Have we entertained my lord?" She asked.

Locked as One (Herald & Raven)

Miranda tilted her head. Her composure grew stiff and cold at the sight, recognition falling in her deep brown eyes. As their song-lady suddenly grew very stiff, the band looked at her with shock and disdain.

"Miranda, don't," Carol, the red-head of the group with more girth to her, grabbed her by the shoulder, "Wake up would you?"

"...I am well, Carol," Miranda said, voice cool. She stepped forward and, as per custom here, bowed her head slightly. "You need but pick a song, my lord, and I will be your humble dancer. I know all the tales of the ministerial, so you need not worry for me."

Not that you ever would, her mind said. When was the last time you cared about something that wasn't yourself?

"Forgive her my lord, she's a little slow!" Claude rushed forward. "But she is correct in knowing all the tales. Would M'lord care for another legend? May'haps something more poetic?"

Miranda, for her part, refused to lower herself that far down. Kiss up, she thought, but still managed to retain a smile.

Locked as One (Herald & Raven)

"Guileless son, I'll shape your belief,
And you'll always know that your father's a thief.
And you won't understand, the cause of your grief,
But you'll always follow the voices beneath..."

A tale as old as the kingdom, and Miranda knew it all too well. Having to seranade the streets with it everyday, one tended to grow very weary of hearing the story of Mordred and Morgan Le Faye; especially since it never changed. But with few gold coins in her pocket, the strawberry blond had no choice.

So she sang, positioned in the village square as normal. Dressed in what small finery she could find, be it the corset, gown, and sheer gloves, she danced for her audiance, a respectable crowd, and sang the tale they had come to appreciate. Maybe it was the dark melody of her troop behind her, aiding in the tragic tale. Maybe it was her haunting vocals, or perhaps the slow and hypnotizing movements.

Either way, it came to it's slow finish. There was clapping, and coins dropped in the bag. Miranda took a bow, and collected the bag.

"That'd be two for each of us," she sighed, shoulders dropping.

"it's Claude," the horn player elbowed the man behind the drum. "he's out of tune; drives them away he does."

"Hey!" Claude glared down at Carol. "You were the one skipping notes."

Locked as One (Herald & Raven)

So, here we can chat when something comes up.

The Colorless King

"I don't know," Keiko said. "This could still be a trick..."

Though it would be a rather elaborate trick. Keiko reasoned that this wouldn't be the most opportune place to spring it. Besides, the feet of campus police caught her ears, and they had little time as it is.

"Aw, what the hell," she said. "I can take you if you're trouble; get in the boat."

Keiko turned, throwing a little sound in the opposite direction of them; hopefully they would follow that sound, and not them.

The Colorless King

"Hang on-dammit, would you wait a moment!" Keiko sprinted after her charge, and just managed to catch him before he went off. She grabbed his shoulder when she finally caught up, chest heaving in several pants. "Nothing is more dangerous than careless trust; Just I'm a glutton for danger doesn't mean you should."

That said, the banshee straightened up, and pointed a finger. "You," she gasped out. "I want a name before we go on any trip with you."