@DriveEMOut Soooo is that a no on breaking peoples necks and ripping hearts out with dark tendrils?
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It's Good Friday everyone, or as the Romans on Golgotha say, "It's hammer time!"
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I just love having a job where the general population treats me like a used napkin.
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"Hey. You. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right?"
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As a holy paladin, I can't say for certain PrinceAlexus is going to be smighted, but don't be surprised if you find him with a mace in his face.
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@xChrome My sides...
XD Claudia ain't no pedo! And she ain't gonna turn Ettie into a whore either...maybe! Besides we all know who she wants!
@sharksama
Inb4 she wakes up next to some guy/girl after getting drunk. Hey, it could happen! ^///^ Anything happens at the Scarlet Carson.
"Just as long as nobody says anything about it." <3
XD Claudia ain't no pedo! And she ain't gonna turn Ettie into a whore either...maybe! Besides we all know who she wants!
@sharksama
Inb4 she wakes up next to some guy/girl after getting drunk. Hey, it could happen! ^///^ Anything happens at the Scarlet Carson.
"Just as long as nobody says anything about it." <3
@sharksama
XD Well Claudia was at one time in the business of being friendly to people. She would gladly take Etoiles under her wing. ;D
*facepalm* "That woman's gonna turn my soldiers into whores!"-__-
XD Well Claudia was at one time in the business of being friendly to people. She would gladly take Etoiles under her wing. ;D
*facepalm* "That woman's gonna turn my soldiers into whores!"-__-
@DriveEMOut XD I shall consider your warning, good sir, but Minerva isn't there to kill anyone...yet.
Plus...*le sigh* I must apologize for my shit posts! Dx My writing has suffered greatly due to my absence.
@sharksama
Well...Minerva's about the only rebel who knows magick, so it can't hurt honestly. Claudia could teach her the magic of getting cute chicks in bed with you hehe!~ XD
Plus...*le sigh* I must apologize for my shit posts! Dx My writing has suffered greatly due to my absence.
@sharksama
Well...Minerva's about the only rebel who knows magick, so it can't hurt honestly. Claudia could teach her the magic of getting cute chicks in bed with you hehe!~ XD
@xChrome@DriveEMOut@ineffable
Minerva drew back her raven and continued down the streets towards the Temple. Just as the wall surrounding it, the tall, gilded mansion stood tall and proud, less proud and more arrogant as Minerva would put it. She brandished her daggers upon hearing footsteps near her on the cobblestone streets. Apparently a few of the city watchmen were warned to her presence. They drew their swords, surrounding Minerva on all sides. "Alright ma'am. Drop the daggers, and come with us quietly. We'd hate for this to get violent."
"Hmph. So would I." Minerva looked at them with a deadpanned expression. With merely a flick of her wrist, the guardsmen fell dead around her, each pierced through the heart by a snaking black tendril retreating into her dark cloak. The woman pressed on as though nothing had happened.
Minerva drew back her raven and continued down the streets towards the Temple. Just as the wall surrounding it, the tall, gilded mansion stood tall and proud, less proud and more arrogant as Minerva would put it. She brandished her daggers upon hearing footsteps near her on the cobblestone streets. Apparently a few of the city watchmen were warned to her presence. They drew their swords, surrounding Minerva on all sides. "Alright ma'am. Drop the daggers, and come with us quietly. We'd hate for this to get violent."
"Hmph. So would I." Minerva looked at them with a deadpanned expression. With merely a flick of her wrist, the guardsmen fell dead around her, each pierced through the heart by a snaking black tendril retreating into her dark cloak. The woman pressed on as though nothing had happened.
@xChrome
"Bah! If I crushed yer skull, lad, who would make that damn fine drink of yers?! Haha! *hic*"
"Bah! If I crushed yer skull, lad, who would make that damn fine drink of yers?! Haha! *hic*"
@xChrome@Rune_Alchemist
Nariah's eyes shifted between the lad Jameson and the odd drink he presented to her. "Hrmm?" She uttered confused. Her metal hand gradped the cup firmly as she lifted it to her nose sniffing of it inquisitively. Her brow furrowed. It wasn't mead, but damn near close. She could detect the sweet, earthy scent of the honey, as well as the robust, pungent punch of heavily fermented alcohol, but what was that other smell? It was that same lingering scent that wafted about the room, coffee she believed someone called it.
"Ye expect me to drink this, boy?" Nariah's tone was gruff as she inquired with a stern look, suddenly belting out in a hearty laugh, "Bah! What the hell! I could've bern drinking dragon piss for all I know! Bottoms up!" Nariah threw her head back, loudly she chugged down every drop before slamming the mug down with a satisfied look to her face, her cheeks a rosy red.
"Ahhh..... by Aureim, boy, that's got to be the best drink I've ever had!" She laughed jovially pushing her empty mug forward with a drunken smile, "Another round, lad! And two more for them pretty lasses over there!" Nariah said motioning to the two women nearby, giving a sly wink to the horned one who was checking her out earlier.
Nariah's eyes shifted between the lad Jameson and the odd drink he presented to her. "Hrmm?" She uttered confused. Her metal hand gradped the cup firmly as she lifted it to her nose sniffing of it inquisitively. Her brow furrowed. It wasn't mead, but damn near close. She could detect the sweet, earthy scent of the honey, as well as the robust, pungent punch of heavily fermented alcohol, but what was that other smell? It was that same lingering scent that wafted about the room, coffee she believed someone called it.
"Ye expect me to drink this, boy?" Nariah's tone was gruff as she inquired with a stern look, suddenly belting out in a hearty laugh, "Bah! What the hell! I could've bern drinking dragon piss for all I know! Bottoms up!" Nariah threw her head back, loudly she chugged down every drop before slamming the mug down with a satisfied look to her face, her cheeks a rosy red.
"Ahhh..... by Aureim, boy, that's got to be the best drink I've ever had!" She laughed jovially pushing her empty mug forward with a drunken smile, "Another round, lad! And two more for them pretty lasses over there!" Nariah said motioning to the two women nearby, giving a sly wink to the horned one who was checking her out earlier.
@xChrome XD Haha yep! She'd crush skulls with her bare hands...then trip over the rest of the bones leftover. And well...it depends on how good that drink is for Nariah. ;D
@Rune_Alchemist
Alright, just got done reading. I gotta say though, props to Miya and Ishia, they really crack me up a bit :P
@Rune_Alchemist This. XD I love those two already!
@xChrome@ineffable@DriveEMOut
Minerva's meeting with Claudia went as typical, escalating into a full blown squabble between the two. Here she was trying to command her army, and all that cunt could worry about was getting another ditzy whore into her bed.
She scowled at the thought, scaling and vaulting over the rooftops of the city, sprinting at speeds believed unreachable by a mere mortal, but...was Minrrva ever?
There it stood in the distance, that god damned eyesore looming over the poor districts. Twas a monolith of corruption, greed, and the abuse of power, the Great Wall of the Capital City. Minerva stood atop the belfry of a lowly church nearby. Years it had been since she was on the other side of those towering marble stones, well...seconds since she first crept in to assassinate a few pompous fat cats who supported the Chancellor and his nefarious Reich. And she was back again, this time....with help.
She descended leaping from the belfry of the church as the massive bronze bell tolled mournfully in the quiet of the eve, her black cloak unfurling as if the wings of a raven. She landed gracefully in the middle of the street, dark, living shadows engulfing her daunting figure in an endless black.
She strolled casually up to the city gate. Two guards stood watch over the gilded barred gates. They rose their rifles to the dark figure, barking, "Halt! What business have you in the Capital?"
Minerva spoke not a word, staring at the two...easily frightened men with dead, empty eyes. Suddenly, she raised her hand, a dark tendril shooting forth grabbing one of the guards by their frail neck. A sickening crack of bones followed. "My god!" The second uttered frightened raising his rifle at Minerva. The tendril let loose of the dead man and grabbed the other man's gun yanking it away with little effort. Her other hand rose producing a small crossbow.
The bolt shot deep into the man's throat. No screams, just the gurgling of his own blood as the poison seeped into his veins. Minerva holstered the crossbow, then, like a ghost she passed right through the heavily sealed gates, a wisp of black mist trailing after her. Once more she rose her hand, conjuring fort a swirling orb of mist. She whispered something, an eldricht, incoherrent language. The orb, before her very eyes the darkness transformed into the shape of a cawing black raven. "Go." Minerva commanded the bird.
From her hand it flappef its wings and soared into the night cawing loudly. Through its beady eyes Minerva saw the city passing beneath. The raven cawed again landing in an open windowsill...the window of the Chancellor's office.
Minerva's winged companion gave her a front row to the meeting, the many faces she recognized, the pompous Governor, the fat, bald, and equally arrogant Chancellor, the Enforcers led by their smug Captain Vanessa, and....who was this?
Minerva rose an eyebrow amused at what, or rather who she discovered present at the meeting. "So that's the Chancellor's daughter hmm?"
Minerva's meeting with Claudia went as typical, escalating into a full blown squabble between the two. Here she was trying to command her army, and all that cunt could worry about was getting another ditzy whore into her bed.
She scowled at the thought, scaling and vaulting over the rooftops of the city, sprinting at speeds believed unreachable by a mere mortal, but...was Minrrva ever?
There it stood in the distance, that god damned eyesore looming over the poor districts. Twas a monolith of corruption, greed, and the abuse of power, the Great Wall of the Capital City. Minerva stood atop the belfry of a lowly church nearby. Years it had been since she was on the other side of those towering marble stones, well...seconds since she first crept in to assassinate a few pompous fat cats who supported the Chancellor and his nefarious Reich. And she was back again, this time....with help.
She descended leaping from the belfry of the church as the massive bronze bell tolled mournfully in the quiet of the eve, her black cloak unfurling as if the wings of a raven. She landed gracefully in the middle of the street, dark, living shadows engulfing her daunting figure in an endless black.
She strolled casually up to the city gate. Two guards stood watch over the gilded barred gates. They rose their rifles to the dark figure, barking, "Halt! What business have you in the Capital?"
Minerva spoke not a word, staring at the two...easily frightened men with dead, empty eyes. Suddenly, she raised her hand, a dark tendril shooting forth grabbing one of the guards by their frail neck. A sickening crack of bones followed. "My god!" The second uttered frightened raising his rifle at Minerva. The tendril let loose of the dead man and grabbed the other man's gun yanking it away with little effort. Her other hand rose producing a small crossbow.
The bolt shot deep into the man's throat. No screams, just the gurgling of his own blood as the poison seeped into his veins. Minerva holstered the crossbow, then, like a ghost she passed right through the heavily sealed gates, a wisp of black mist trailing after her. Once more she rose her hand, conjuring fort a swirling orb of mist. She whispered something, an eldricht, incoherrent language. The orb, before her very eyes the darkness transformed into the shape of a cawing black raven. "Go." Minerva commanded the bird.
From her hand it flappef its wings and soared into the night cawing loudly. Through its beady eyes Minerva saw the city passing beneath. The raven cawed again landing in an open windowsill...the window of the Chancellor's office.
Minerva's winged companion gave her a front row to the meeting, the many faces she recognized, the pompous Governor, the fat, bald, and equally arrogant Chancellor, the Enforcers led by their smug Captain Vanessa, and....who was this?
Minerva rose an eyebrow amused at what, or rather who she discovered present at the meeting. "So that's the Chancellor's daughter hmm?"
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