"Unless you have something better to offer me, ambassador..." Jadis cackled as she walked away from the shackled Ondel, fading away and leaving him again with only the statue for company.
Rook grasped the offered bottle in her hand, but did not take the medicine until Sampson stopped advancing. "Da... I mean... " she looked at the bandit boy, almost calling him Danny. Stop it, Danny's dead! "Are you okay?"
Rook grasped the offered bottle in her hand, but did not take the medicine until Sampson stopped advancing. "Da... I mean... " she looked at the bandit boy, almost calling him Danny. Stop it, Danny's dead! "Are you okay?"
She had made herself scarce the way a wounded mutt might. Licking wounds. A curse under her breath. A glare for the world. The tent towered behind her, a few crates acted backrest, heat pulsed from the ever immolating dome. Freeing herself from her huntress' garb by that one tear of a dagger's punch had yelped pain into the aether. Excruciation denied with gritted teeth she filled her lungs and calmed breathing then tucked her chin to peer down at the wound. It foamed with blood. Her fingers trembled for daubing; for dragging another sigil into the sand. All demonology comes at a price, but healing the steepest. Her scream rivaled the storm. The world toppled around her, dune embracing her collapse. Unconsciousness caught her. The djinni turmoiled no longer and the storm faltered in a succession of upheavals, a last few dashing attempts to slam through the wall. And then nothing save a deluge of sand, harmlessly plucking at strings like rain against a windowpane.
(( Hi. IRL caught me up. I should be around to continue the roleplay now though. I am sorry if I missed something. I thought it best to skip ahead slightly from where I last left off since of my long absence. ))
(( Hi. IRL caught me up. I should be around to continue the roleplay now though. I am sorry if I missed something. I thought it best to skip ahead slightly from where I last left off since of my long absence. ))
((it's okay vessa))
One moment the tent was flying through the air and Marcelle was prepared to dodge it, but the next the tent was suddenly set on fire and as the flying projectile flung itself past him, flames licked at the air and when the tent collided with another tent, both were set ablaze.
Marcelle turns to Grey; he growls angrily; he conjures a fireball; he throws it at Grey.
"You psychotic - go to hell."
Myles let his eyes flicker uncertainly away from Sampson to rest on Rook and stare at her, uncomprehending, because he had not thought that she would ask about his wellbeing, although the hair at the back of his neck still bristled at the thought of the knife that Sampson had thrown.
"I'm...I'm okay. I - thank you."
One moment the tent was flying through the air and Marcelle was prepared to dodge it, but the next the tent was suddenly set on fire and as the flying projectile flung itself past him, flames licked at the air and when the tent collided with another tent, both were set ablaze.
Marcelle turns to Grey; he growls angrily; he conjures a fireball; he throws it at Grey.
"You psychotic - go to hell."
Myles let his eyes flicker uncertainly away from Sampson to rest on Rook and stare at her, uncomprehending, because he had not thought that she would ask about his wellbeing, although the hair at the back of his neck still bristled at the thought of the knife that Sampson had thrown.
"I'm...I'm okay. I - thank you."
Her answer comes in the continuation of the song, if it could really be called such, "Right now, I am Vengeance. Surrender, or I shall continue."
A deep wrath at the injustice to the others and a sense of responsibility in Ayelle's death burn within her. Later and in a more stable frame of mind, Mirima will no doubt regret the pain she's caused this man. But not now. No, right now she almost enjoys it.
Ondel watches as the witch wanders away. His mouth opens and closes several times as if he's about to say something and then changes his mind. Before she's even fully disappeared, he begins to regret ever asking that initial question. Now he's simply left with his own unpleasant thoughts and the ever-staring statue whose eyes he can't quite seem to escape.
The scouts at the outskirts of the camp can make out that there is quite the turmoil taking place inside. Around the wall a bit to their right they notice a horse and carriage outside. Suddenly, the storm seems to die down some and, unless they can leave quickly enough, makes them more likely to be noticed.
A deep wrath at the injustice to the others and a sense of responsibility in Ayelle's death burn within her. Later and in a more stable frame of mind, Mirima will no doubt regret the pain she's caused this man. But not now. No, right now she almost enjoys it.
Ondel watches as the witch wanders away. His mouth opens and closes several times as if he's about to say something and then changes his mind. Before she's even fully disappeared, he begins to regret ever asking that initial question. Now he's simply left with his own unpleasant thoughts and the ever-staring statue whose eyes he can't quite seem to escape.
The scouts at the outskirts of the camp can make out that there is quite the turmoil taking place inside. Around the wall a bit to their right they notice a horse and carriage outside. Suddenly, the storm seems to die down some and, unless they can leave quickly enough, makes them more likely to be noticed.
((Hey guys it's me Mystic/RpWarden am leaving...like leaving this website. I have school and other personal issues so I really got leave. Am packing my bags and saying my goodbyes. I really love this website but I have so many problems in life that I got let this go.))
((Treat every day like your last.))
((Treat every day like your last.))
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