Yeah that would be so fun! I'm not sure if Oswald is a fighter, but it would be funny seeing him trying, and failing, to help. Oh demon form Cruva being revealed now? I'm not sure. A lot of interesting stuff could happen if it happened now. But it could also be a fun reveal for later. Not much help, but it'd ultimately be up to you.)
The party had started nearly an hour ago, and it had come together quite well. The decorations were in their proper places, there was no shortage of food, and it seemed the guests were getting along well enough despite only the recent ceasefire. Perhaps they had wanted peace as much as the royals? Or, that's what she understood of it. Kiran spent a good portion of this time among the crowd, mingling and answering questions that were thrown her way if they weren't going to be addressed from the balcony. She was rather enjoying herself, however, she did have one nagging thought.
The Erevan party never showed.
Cruva never returned to alert her of their arrival, however, had brought news of the servant and the intruder. In response, she sent her largest Cerberus after him. She wanted him here to face trial - he wasn't going to get out of this. Her lovely three-headed dog stood with its shoulders meeting her own. Back on her main concern, her gryphons returned and one of them had been injured. She'd been unsure what to do other than have a medic retrieve the creatures as they were a bonded pair. She hadn't caught sight of Oswald in some time, so it wasn't as if she could tell him.
By the time the freckled woman had made her way inside, there were ten minutes before they were to be on the balcony addressing the people in the courtyard. She was simply pacing in the hallways that lead upstairs, unsure of how she was going to address this problem. Either something was wrong and the gryphons never truly reached their destination, or they were returned injured on purpose. The letter they had been carrying was gone...But that didn't mean anything right? Surely there was another explanation. That, or she was fooling herself
The guard was taking his time making round around the castle. The fact of the matter was, he was waiting for something out of place, much like the 'servant' he'd approached earlier in the night. She was up to something, likely a theft since she seemed ill-prepared for anything else. He really only cared that assassination was out of the question. Still, there was no use in trying to follow her as his presence would deter her from trying anything, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little curious as to what her goal was.
Cruva was an odd man in this aspect. When he knew he could handle things, he'd occasionally let them run their course. He fed off events like this, the ones that would cause anger and relied on misdeeds. Misdeeds were a wonderful source of negative emotions. Letting the stranger do whatever she may, while not exactly the best plan of action, would at least give him something to do. Still, he got the feeling that something was wrong. Every now and then he'd get gentle waves of anger and something akin to mischief from the general are of the party. Then again, there were hundreds of people at the event interacting with each other, so he felt it safe to brush these off for the time being. Besides, he had something more important to focus on.
The prince was dressed in a pale blue coat over a white silken shirt with some white slacks. He was slightly regretting his clothing as it was warmer than he expected. On his left arm was the the gift from Kiran while the necklace hung over his shirt. No one from Ereva had shown up as far as he heard and that worried the man. He recieved word just before the start of the event and assumed Kiran heard the same. Throughout the start of the party, Oswald had been speaking with guests and preparing for the speech that would start soon. He hadn't had a chance to speak with the Zaestro prince during the night yet.
The man finished a conversation with some Zaestro nobles as well as a few from Mithra. He excused himself and began to head towards the balcony. Within the ballroom there appeared to be a mostly equal amount of Zaestro and Mithra guests. He thought he spotted a few people from Ereva, but couldn't be sure. Quietly he began to make his way through a hallway. It lead to the stairs, which lead to the balcony. He wondered if Kiran was already, there ready for their speech. The half-orc could feel his heart pund in his chest, nervous to address the gathered crowd. Everything will go smoothly, he encouraged himself. And yet he still felt uneasy.
At the end of the hall, the Mithran prince spotted Kiran. As Oswald got closer, he paled some as he reached a realization Kiran wasn't a Zaestro prince, rather she was a princess. At least that's what he could assume by the way the royal dressed. Oswald quietly approched the royal. How could he have thought she was a man?! And why didn't she correct him? The young man drew in a breath as he reached the other royal. He stood awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to say after calling the royal a prince all day.
The young woman held a serving tray full of drinks. If she was going to dress like a servant, the least she could do was helped the overworked staff. She also wanted to make sure most of the guards were well distracted or drunk before she made her move. The less people alert and observing the area, the better off she would be.
Kell knew the speeches would start soon. She would leave just before then and head into the artifact room. Everyone was distracted, drunk, or ignored the serving staff for the most part. She would be able to grab the dagger with relative ease. Anticipation and excitment nipped at her chest at the prospect of getting the dagger. To pull it off successfully would be a nearly impossible feat. Well it would be for any other common thief. Kell, however, wasn't a common thief.
The Zaestrin royal was dressed in something a little more simple for the night, though it seemed to make up for simplicity with a decent amount of jewels. Her pants were held up with a gold swirling belt, each swirl wrapped around a ruby. The light, flowy fabric only shared four attachment points with the metal - one in the front and back, and one on each hip. The fabric itself was loose and cream in color, tapering and closing with similar bands on her ankles featuring a garnet in the center. The top features a tight, choker like band around her neck and shined with rubies that matched the waistband, with a centerpiece stretching down between her shoulder blades and ending halfway down her back. A smaller band that was left undecorated wrapped around her rib cage to close off the shirt, leaving her stomach exposed. What she really liked about this outfit was that the sleeves were detached, starting at a gold ring on her middle fingers and extending up to her elbow and held in place by a simple gold band. She went without shoes for this outfit, finding it more comfortable. Her head with wrapped in a similar band, swirling around smaller rubies with a slightly larger one at the center of her forehead, her hair curling around the band where it could if it wasn't falling over it in general.
Thankfully, her people knew that she liked to experiment with what she wore. With this in mind, they never question why she'd occasionally wear 'women's' clothing. Rather, they just accepted it and continued on with their day. The thing was when she wore things like this it became apparent that she wasn't completely flat-chested to those who paid enough attention.
She'd been too busy pacing to even realize that he'd come upstairs. Honestly, Kiran only noticed him after damn near walking into him after he approached. She jumped, drawing in a sharp breath as she stepped back. "I'm so sorry, I got wrapped in my own thoughts a bit..." Sighing, she looked up at him apologetically. "It's almost time, right? And they haven't even shown up..."
The demon knew he shouldn't be so focused on this, but at the same time, this was his job. If he weren't attached to Kiran, he wouldn't care. In fact, he would encourage, help her, even. Or even just take it for her and hand it to her seeing as he had no use for artifacts. But he was the royal's guard, which made this his problem. Especially since she'd specifically told him to take care of the problem should one arise.
Now, unlike the rest of the guard, he wasn't drunk for two reasons. It took nearly triple for demons to get drunk, and he wasn't stupid enough to drink on the job. Rather, he found himself leaning against one of the larger pillars, specifically in its shadow. The kitchen lead nowhere, so she'd have to come out if she wanted to get anywhere. And he'd tail her, far enough away that she wouldn't notice, close enough that he could see what she was up to. If anything, he'd let her accomplish her goal before absolutely crushing her dreams... and maybe her ribs.
"No-No it's fine, Kiran." He paused for a moment, suddenly reddening. "I...Um you're...You...I..." The man was left speechless. He didn't know what to say, especially after referring to the princess as a man. Drawing in a deep breath, he managed to calm himself some.
"I-I didn't know you were a woman. I'm...I'm sorry for assuming otherwise. I...Uh..." Oswald awkwardly trailed off. He didn't know how to respectfully go about his apology to the princess and only great more flustered by the minute. He would need to calm himself before they addressed the crowd. Trying to force his current feelings down, the half-orc turned his attention the Ereva matter. Awkwardly adjusting his necklace, he finally spoke up.
"No they aren't here. But we can't worry about that right now. There has to be a good reason for their absence. We're going to go out there, address the crowd, and declare the peace. We need to do this for our people, for the sake of our kingdoms. It's unfortunate that the Erevas aren't here, but we can sti do this without them, even if it's not the same." Oswald was surprised he managed to be so elegant considering his current state. she hoped his words would help encourage the woman, though he couldn't be sure.
The speeches were mere minutes away. Guests took the last couple drinks from the carrying tray, which gave the thief the perfect opportunity to slip away. Quietly, Kell headed back towards to the kitchen with an empty tray. Once she reached the area, she set the tray down and snuck through the kitchens. The cooks were too busy with their preparations to notice her head the opposite direction of the party. Taking a quick glance behind her to make sure no one was following, Kell slipped into the room where the servers kept their belongings. Alone in the room, she quickly changed out of her server uniform and into better fitting clothes. Once changed she pulled out the map from the satchel. It was unmarked except for room names. At least that's what it appeared to be. Pulling out her blue pendant, the young woman hovered it over the map.
"Show me the path I desier," she whispered. After a moment the pendant began to glow and a blue path formed on the map. It showed the way to the room that held the dagger. With a smile, Kell quickly studied the map and had it memorized within moments. She called off the enchantment and both objects stopped flowing. Rolling the tan page in her hands, she shoved it back into he satchel. She put the necklace back in her shirt then wrapped her head in a dark-colored scarf. All that could be seen were her eyes so she could actually see. Kell finally slipped out if the room swiftly. She managed to blend in with the shadows, not arousing any suspicion with the cooks. Once out of the room, she was alone between the ballroom and kitchens. She was able to enact the next part of her plan. Towards the back of the room, the area spilled into a courtyard. She would be able to climb the side of the palace and reach the second floor. It would be diffcult getting past the guests, but she would manage.
Kell managed to get to the doors without anyone catching her. She had to wait for a few moments before finding the perfect opportunity to get into the courtyard. She didn't have to wait long until small groups started heading inside. Silently, the young woman managed to move with the crowd. The guests either didn't seem to notice her or care what she was doing as she made her way outside. Finally free of watchful eyes, she could head to the second floor. After examining the wall for a moment, Kell determined the best oath to reach the balcony above. Taking a few steps back, she ran towards the wall and jumped up at the last moment, managing to grab one if the decortive pieces that stuck out the side. She managed to pull herself up with ease. For the next few minutes, she climbed and jumped her way up towards the balcony. She was tired, but was almost there. With a final pull, she reached the unguarded balcony and began to head into the hall towards the room with the artifacts.
Kell reached the vault with ease. The halls were empty and she was able to hide with the shadows. In front of the room, unsurprisingly, were a pair of guards. Quietly, the thief looked through he satchel and pulled out a small bag. It contained a fine powder that would put the guards to sleep. Next she grabbed a glass bottle that held some fog. Normally she would throw it on the floor and it would break. However she didn't want to alert anyone to her present. Kell cautiously got closer to the guards and opened the bottle. A gray mist started to spill out and quickly emptied the bottle. After securing the glass back in her bag, the young woman was able to control a the mist to a degree to hide her better. Up ahead she could hear the guards stirring and growing worried with the sudden fog. With swift movements, the thief opened the velvet bag and threw the dust in the faces of one of the guards. The woman yelped, but was down within seconds. The next guard spotted her, though he was too late. Kell threw the powder in his face, causing him to fall as well.
With a clear path into the vault, the young woman managed to dismissed the mist and head inside the chamber.
(I literally can't wait for Cruva to literally just pick her up by the back of the shirt like 'hey good job but also screw you')
When her apology was dismissed, she'd wanted to apologize again, insist that it wasn't fine, however, it seemed he had something to say. Or at least, wanted to say that was. Despite this, the half-orcs nerves had clearly gotten the best of him. Rather than speak up, she waited patiently, quite sure that he would be able to voice his thoughts to her. When he finally did, the princess simply stared at him for a moment. Oh, so he'd figured it out? Interesting - it usually took people at least a full day, yet he'd done it in a few hours. She waved her hand a bit dismissively, smiling a little. "No worries - it happens all the time. My own people think I'm a man, it doesn't bother me." She wanted to ensure that he didn't feel distressed by his mistake.
As the conversation turned, her smile dropped. Nodding a bit in response to the first statement, Kiran sighed. He was right, there definitely had to be a good reason for them to not be here. Listening to the prince before her, she found herself nodding along. He was right - they still needed to do this, and they were going to. When he finished, the freckled woman took a deep breath, calming herself down a bit. "You're right. We can take care of this ourselves." Pausing, she adjusted the gold band around her head, hand trailing down to finger the necklace she'd received only hours before. "Alright - let's do it." With this new resolve, she turned, finally making her way onto the balcony to address the guests.
He knew what time it was. If he was correct, Kiran would be taking her place on the balcony now with the Mithran prince, just about to address the guests below. She was rather good at public speaking, and she seemed like a different person. Very regal if he had to describe it. Essentially the opposite of how she acted typically. Still, he wouldn't be able to watch her address this time. No, he had things to take care of on his end. Right now, this 'thing' consisted of waiting in the shadow of the pillar.
The sound of footsteps alerted him to the fact that the other's hunt had begun. Grin spreading across his face, he turned out from behind the pillar as she reached the courtyard. Her ill intentions made her easy to track, though it did take away from of the fun. He'd admit, she moved well. By the time she'd reached the actual courtyard, he kept himself out of sight with ease, watching as she scaled the side of the palace with a running jump. Very interesting... Watching her haul herself onto the balcony and back inside, he gave it an extra moment before himself vanished, materializing at the end of the hall behind her.
Soon enought he was standing outside the entrance to the vault looking at her two victims. "Poor things... They're lucky I'm not the thief," Cruva mused. Rather than head into the vault, he stationed himself against the wall just next to the doorway of the room. The thing about the vault was that it only had one entry and exit point, that being the door she just went in. The room the vault entrance was held in also only had one entry and exit point, which would be the one he was standing on the outside of. He'd simply grab her when she made her way out, reclaim the only object they truly kept down there, then do whatever he wanted from there. Leaning back against the wall, he settled in to play the waiting game, figuring it should only take a few minutes for her to exit.
Despite the princess' words, the young man still couldn't help but blush more. Even if she was fine with his misgendering, he felt like he had been rude. When the Kiran mentioned that her people thought of her as a man, he wanted to ask about it, but now wasn't the time. They had a crowd to speak too and he could always inquire about the situation later once the party was over.
Oswald was still flush as the topic changed. With that he noticed the woman's smile falter, which didn't surprise him. When Kiran spoke up in agreement, the man smiled. It seemed his words had encouraged her, if only to a little. Even still he was glad to help her. The half-orc smiled and had returned to his normal greenish tone by the time they reached the balcony to address their guests. Things were going to turn out well tonight. The much needed peace would be declared and their people could sleep easy for years to come.
Below the pair, the crowd had already began to gather, ready to hear their words. A surge of pride rose in the half-orc's chest as he gazed down at the guests. They were all in support of the peace and were as ready as the royals to finally declare it. After months of preparations, concern, and unease, Oswald was finally ready for it all to be over.
Kell quickly opened the doors to the vault and scurried in. She would be out before the guards awoke from their nap. Once inside the room, the young woman closed the doors behind her and glanced around. She was awe-stricken by the artifacts inside. Each with their own story to tell and history to discover. It was almost a shame they were hidden from the world, but she also understood why it was that way. It made it more diffcult for people like her to take the artifacts. Kell wandered deeper into the room, trying to find the Dagger of the Sun. Legend had it the fine weapon was crafted by a sun deity and given to the Zaestro royal family as a gift. Her eyes wandered over many artifacts, though she was after none of them. After a brief look around, the young woman finally spotted the dagger. Her eyes widened in amazement as she carefully approched it.
The sheath, which impractical, was made from a glittering gold and curved slightly with the blade. Rubies, emeralds, and obsidian glistened on the outside, marking it as a valuable thing. Breath caught in her throat, Kell approched the alter it sat on and carefully grabbed the weapon. The handle was made out of a cool, but tough broze. At the end was a large ruby, which glistened beautifully. With care, the thief brushed her hand over the dagger. pulling out a piece of cloth, she carefully wrapped the weapon. Part to hide the object and part to keep it safe from any possible damage. The heist was a success. As the young woman made her way out, she paused. She had a chance to really take in the beauty of everything in the room and it wasn't like anyone knew she was there. Taking her time to leave the room, the young woman made sure to take in the other artifacts. A small staff of silver and emeralds, a golden sickle likely used for ceremonial purposes, and a pendant of gold caught her eyes. She delicately touched the objects as she passed, but didn't take them. She wasn't about to get selfish now.
With her job done, the young woman exited the room, completely unaware of what awaited her outside.
(Highkey just realized I don’t have to expose him as a demon cause he just seems like a magic user at first lol wild how did I not think of that
Also I’m sorry I didn’t wanna write the whole speech lol I got a lil lazy.)
Kiran never truly cared for her gender one way or the other, so she never cared when people got it wrong. Maybe they could talk about it more after the speech - she really didn’t want him to feel bad about it. Once they were on the balcony, she’d all but forgotten about the incident. She had a different air about her - one of a queen to be ready to address her people. It was funny, really, considering she was almost always information when not doing anything work related.
“May I have your attention please?” It wasn’t a question so much as a command. As the crowd fell silent below her, she ran through the possibilities in her head. They could react poorly to the news... then again she couldn’t see any citizens of Ereva below. That, or there were too many people for her to tell.
“First off, thank you all for coming - I hope the celebration is to everyone’s liking.” As she continued on to speak about the reason for it, and the decision to come to peace, her voice was even and calm. For the duration of her talking, she would’ve reminded anybody of her mother. It was often that she addressed such large crowds, but she did it rather well, the words coming naturally to her.
He didn’t react much to the fact that she’d made it into the vault. The guards as of late were out of practice due to his own presence and she’d seemed well prepared. He’d give her that much. She was clearly practiced in the art of theft, and the guards were, well, quite lazy. Maybe he’d whip them into shape after this...
As he stood against the wall in wait, he couldn’t help but hone in on this growing feeling of wrath. Perhaps there was something going on in one of the outer towns - this did happen occasionally if there was a big enough fight, so he thought nothing of it. Rather, he cast a side ways glance to the doorway as he heard the vault open. Approximately ten minutes... perhaps she’d been admiring the artifacts. As the door shut behind the thief and her footsteps approached, he smirked a little. As soon as she was even a step of the the door way, he grabbed her. More specifically, grabbed the back of her shirt.
He picked her up this way, which wasn’t hard considering their height different. This wasn’t a show of strength on his part so much as a simple way to deal with the problem. She posed no physical threat to the princess, so he didn’t quite care as much. After all, he figured shedding blood in the palace at a time like this would be a poor choice. “I have to say, I’m impressed with your work,” the demon mused. It was a genuine comment, which was rare for his kind. It wasn’t often a human could do as well as she did, especially considering the exaggerated height of everything in the palace. It was why most break-ins started on the ground level and consisted of internal travel. Past break-ins, however, were quickly dealt with by him personally.
Red and light grey eyes landing on the satchel, he recognized the power radiating from it. The dagger? With his free hand he reached into her bag, reclaiming the artifact after gently removing the cloth she’d wrapped it in. Inspecting it, he grinned a little. He would agree in saying the sheath was extremely impractical being made of gold, however that was a decision made about 300 years ago when the first champion obtained it. The royal of the time had a bit of an obsession with gold, so he’d had the sheath crafted. Now, the blade itself was highly functional. Imbued with the power of the sun deity, it was a powerful weapon. Every slash released a line of fire that flew towards whatever the weirder was facing, and dealt fire damage on contact. The former ability, however, was unlocked when being used by the deity’s champion. He’d seen it in action many times before, though he had yet to see the latest champion use it. No, it’d been locked away in the vault for quite some time now.
Adding the weapon to his belt, he looked at the young woman he was holding up once more. He wanted to address her, he really had, but that feeling of wrath was growing. It wasn’t like anything he hadn’t created himself to be this strong. Something was wrong at the edge of the city, in the first town. Something was- Oh. He knew this particular feeling all too well. Not bothering to tell the thief what was going on, he found himself teleporting with her in hand to the room that led to the balcony.
By now, Kiran has finished her portion of the address, and had turned slightly to cast him a sideways glance, trying not to distract from Oswald’s words. What I’m the nine circles of hell was he doing up here holding a person like a bag?
(Yay glad that works out. And yeah Kell would just see him as a common magic user of some kind.
And no worries, it's fine. I'll probably do the same.)
Kiran did most of the talking. Part of it was Oswald becoming entranced by her words and confidence as she spoke. The other part was not wanting to talk over the princess. Besides that, he would get his chance to speak soon enough. There was power behind the woman's words, though she also spoke elegantly. He was impressed and wished he could speak that well. Aa Kiran's speech came to a close, the guests began to clap. Oswald smiled and nodded with satisfaction. Things were going well. As he clapping died down, the prince was becoming aware of Kiran's distraction. Glancing to the side, he saw Cruva holding a small woman by the back of her shirt while the princess watched them. There was a problem. Pushing it aside, he had his own speech to get through.
"I am proud to see my people here along side Zaestro citizens. After war, I'm glad we have reached a peace we're all satisfied with," he began. His speech, in his mind, wasn't as good as Kiran's. It also didn't help with the tiny distraction at the foot of the stairs. Oswald didn't speak as long as Kiran and had only a few words. However he got his point across and made it clear what he thought of recent events. As his own speech came to a close, the guests began to clap once more.
The thief gasped as she was grabbed from behind and lifted off the ground suddenly. "Hey," she hissed in surprise. She wiggled around and tried to get whoever was holding her to let go. She failed. That was the downside of being a thief. She could hide in plain sight, unnoticed and unconcerned. She could scale walls and hang by her feet on a ceiling. But when it came to physical fights, she was at a great disadvantage. After a moment of struggling, she stopped as the guard spoke. It was the man from earlier. A swell of pride surged in the thief's chest. Kell couldn't help but beam a little at the guard's compliment.
"Yeah, thanks. And had it not been for you, I would've escaped unseen." She couldn't help but be impressed with the guard herself. She hadn't even noticed him following her, and wondered how he managed to after she reached the second floor. Kell glanced back at the guard and noticed his gaze drifted towards her satchel. She wasn't surprised he looked there, anything she stole would've been kept in the bag. Using his free hand, the guard reached into the bag and grabbed the dagger. Dropping the cloth, he seemed to examine it for a moment much like she had. As held it, a thought crossed her mind. A guard's pay wasn't much. What if he stole it and blamed her for the crime? The possibility wasn't far fetched and the rulers would believe a guard over a thief.
Kell was about to say something, then in a puff of smoke they appeared in another room. Wide-eyed and confused, a look of shock spread over her face. They were in a completely different area. Not only that, they were below the steps of the balcony where the royals were holding their speech. Kell grew pale. That's how the guard found her, he was a magic user like her! The feeling of excitment itched at the woman as she glanced up towards the balcony. The Zaestro royal was looking down at them confused. The young woman offered a smile and a small wave. As she dangled from the guard's hand, he heard the mention if fires. Kell's eyes widened as she looked between the guard and the royal.
"I have nothing to do with the fires. It's important to me that you know that." She spoke calmly, but alarm bells were almost ringing in her head. Surely they would know she had nothing to do with them? And if not... Kell absent-mindedly rubbed her hand over her neck.
(okay after this one I'm gonna start combining their posts cause I don't think Kiran and Cruva need to be separate anymore xD)
The princess felt good about what she'd said and how she said it. She'd gone based on the crowd's reactions, changing the inflection of her words as needed to ensure she was getting her point across properly. Honestly, she hadn't meant to talk for as long as she had, genuinely getting caught up in the moment. By the time she ended her portion of the address, she realized that she'd gone on for longer than she had initially wanted. As Oswald began his own speech, she did her best to pay him the utmost attention. It was hard to do while her summoned demon was literally holding somebody by the back of their shirt. He spoke well, and honestly, she liked that he got his point across in a shorter time frame. It was something she hadn't been good at, unable to keep her words concise.
Just as his speech ended, her guard's words reached her ears. "On fire... Cruva, I don't think-" her words died on her tongue as she turned took look at the rest of her kingdom from the balcony. As the people below her cheered, hazel eyes settled on the first cloud of black smoke. Her eyes widened as she stared almost helplessly for a moment at the out of place color against the stars. No. No, no, no, this couldn't be happening. Not now.
But it was.
Gaze hardening, Kiran looked to the crowd once more as the sound died down. It was very clear she was unhappy with the new events, but she had to do something. As it stood, her palace was currently the safest place to be in terms of fire damage. It was far from the starting point of the blaze, and stars forbid if it caught fire, they'd have plenty of time to evacuate. "Everyone inside the palace, now! Zaestro is under lockdown until further notice." Her voice was loud and clear, though she didn't wait for anybody to start moving. Rather, she turned away and started down the stairs.
Hearing the thief's words, she only stared for a moment. "I believe you, but you're helping me with this." Cruva had other roles to play right now, and she needed somebody to ensure everyone got inside while she created the beacon of light for her people to follow. Turning to the demon, she realized he already had what she wanted. She didn't bother asking why he had the Dagger of the Sun, rather she plucked it off his belt with ease. "Cruva, sound the alarm and send the search and rescue pack."
Cruva didn't budge much when she wriggled around in an attempt to get free. No, his grip was like iron at all times. Rather, he focused on her response, nodding. "Quite true - The guard's really don't provide much of a challenge as of late." It was his own fault, really. Or, technically speaking. Because he was so capable, they seemed to think that they could slack off. They'd be in for a rude awakening rather soon...
The conversation ended there as something quickly became more important to him. In all honesty, he'd just about forgotten he was holding the young woman when he teleported, only realizing she was still there once she spoke up. He glanced down at her, mildly confused. Of course she had nothing to do with the fire, she'd been here all night. Then again, he could understand why she felt the need to make it clear. That, she was very clearly telling the truth. Or, clear to him, that was. His summoner accepted this as truth as well, and he took the time to set Kell back down on her feet.
The demon said nothing as the dagger was removed from his hip, nodding when he was given his instruction. He took a step back, vanishing from sight once more. He reappeared in the den of one of the desserts best hunters - the Cerberus. The three-headed beasts had a remarkable sense of smell, long-lasting stamina, and could track something for miles. He'd once watch a wild pack of them track a sizable serpent for seven days. They also seemed rather intelligent based on how fast they learned. This particular pack were trained in search and rescue, aiding in evacuations and clearing out areas that were too dangerous for the rest of the guard to venture into. He gave a short whistle, and in only a few seconds the animals were in front of him, at full attention and awaiting their next move. A longer whistle that started high in pitch and ended low was all it took to send them on their way, barking with a few howls here and there.
With that done, Cruva teleported once more, quickly finding himself at the top of the palace. The highest point of the building was about a 6'x6' square with statues of a sitting sphinx mounted on each corner. Each Sphinx actually created a sound when a short incantation was spoken. Said incantation was taught to all the guards upon being hired, and if they couldn't perform it correctly, they were immediately removed from the guard, and with good reason. Ironically, the one that sounded for lockdowns faced north. Approaching it, he spoke the incantation that had been placed on the statue who knew how long ago. No sooner had he finished it, the inanimate object began to emit a mid-tone humming ring that increased in volume until it could be heard throughout the city and by the smaller towns.
(Sounds good with me! I'll probably do the same with Kell and Oswald. Also should the spies attack now?)
As the clapping died down, Oswald glanced at Kiran, her guard, and the thief. He heard the word "fire" then gazed out from the balcony as the princess did. He could see dark smoke rise into the sky and though he could barely see the orange glow of flames. A chill rolled down his spine. With a commanding voice, the Zaestro royal ordered everyone inside. He wasn't surprised, the palace was safe as long as everyone was inside. As she headed down the stairs, Oswald followed her into the small side room. She began to direct the pair, giving them orders like a queen. The Mithra prince would be lying if he wasn't impressed by Kiran. As the thief disappeared to the courtyard and Cruva teleported away, Oswald looked towards Kiran.
"What should we do? Calm the guests?" Oswald wasn't entirely sure if they could do anything other than that. Right now they had to be concerned about keeping their guests safe, but after? He wasn't sure if there was anything they could do but watch and wait.
The princess believed the thief. That was good. Unfortunately Kell was roped into helping the royals now. Lovely. As the strange guard disappeared once again, the young woman began to head out into the main ballroom. She slipped past the guest and headed into the courtyard. A few people were outside either drunk or watching the fires ahead. Kell stared for a moment and narrowed her eyes in concern. She hoped people could evacuate. Turning her attention back towards the guests she glanced at them.
"The royals have ordered everyone inside for your safety," she stated simply. A few guests began to head in, some stayed in the courtyard. After it was clear they wouldn't move, Kell cleared her throat.
"Did you hear what I said? Everyone needs to get inside. It's the safest place for you right now."
"And what gives you that authority? You don't exactly look like someone who the royals would hire," a man noted. For some reason, Kell was slightly offended by the man. She decided she would rob him. Drawing in a breath she approched the guest.
"Well sir they placed me in charge of clearing out the area and I frankly don't want to get on their bad side." She past by the man closely. With with swift move of a trained thief, she slipped her hand in his coat pocket and managed to snag his pocket watch. In another quick movement, she hid it on herself before turning to address the people who remained outside. "Everyone inside now."
The order was simple, but effective. Reluctantly people began to head back inside. She was the last one in, though hesitated at the doorway. She silently pulled out her new treasure and began to examine it. The watch was made of a stunning gold, which was well polished. As she examined it, she noticed a pattern on the outside. Upon closer inspection, she realized the engraving was a symbol of Ereva. Kell furrowed her brows. They never showed up, so why did the man have the watch? A thought crossed her mind. What if he was from Ereva? That left her with more questions then answers. Why am I so concerned with the lives of royals? It's foolish, she thought as she stared after the man. And yet her interest was captured.
She couldn't remember the last time the entire kingdom had to be put under lockdown. Perhaps once when she'd been a child, but she didn't remember all of the details. This was... Well, she'd be lying if she wasn't just sort of panic. Still, she managed to hold it together as she dished out orders as they came to her head. Cruva would come back once the alarm began as was his protocol. When Oswald proposed his question, however, she froze for a brief second. She hadn't even considered calming the guests. 'That should've been the obvious thing...' she thought, silently berating herself.
Nodding, Kiran looked up at him. "That's a good idea... Let's get downstairs before anybody starts to panic." She turned, leading the way out of the little room and towards the throne room. It was one of the biggest rooms that connected directly with the courtyard, and thusly the best place to start in her mind. As the freckled woman walked, she heard the alarm begin to sound and bit of relief crossed over her. A small amount, though. She didn't know the status of the pack of cerberus and had no idea how far the fire had progressed.
Once in the throne room, she couldn't help but just stop and look out at the mass amount of people in her castle. This was terrible...
Cruva had made it to the throne room only moments before, taking the general feeling of the crowd. Not quite negative... Perhaps disappointed? When the feeling was this week, the had no way of telling. Even still, there was an underlying feeling of wrath that wasn't too different than the one that he felt before the fire started, only it was much closer. Red and near white eyes scanning the crowd before they landed on the two royals. Right.
So he began to navigate through the crowd, though was quickly pulled aside, finding himself not only listening to the complaining and muttered questions of those in attendance of the party, but also a woman frantically claiming that her child had been locked outside in the courtyard. She was the one who had quite literally pulled him off track. He stared at her, blankly following for a minute. Frowning a little he weighed the options. He could feel the fact that something was off about her, some sort of ill intentions lying just below the surface. At the same time, Kiran wouldn't forgive herself if there truly was a child outside. So he followed, being pulled out of the room just as soon as he had entered.
The woman pulling him, however, had a plan. The guard was too vigilant, and much too attached to the Zaestrin prince. So long as she kept him out of the picture, the rest of her troops would be able to make way to him and remove him from the family tree. It wasn't about taking him out, although it would be satisfying, but keeping him busy long enough that the other would be able to reach both princes. Sadly for her, she didn't know what she was about to get herself into.
Oswald glanced at Kiran briefly. She seemed nervous and uneasy even though he could hardly blame her. Neither of them prepared for this. He wondered what caused the massive fire and why on tonight of all nights. Although he hoped it was a simpleaccident, part of him didn't believe that was the case. Pressing his lips together, he knew he had to help lead the people. When the woman spoke again, he nodded along.
"Yes that's a good idea. They'll be safe downstairs too." He assumed as much at least, though couldn't be entierly sure. As she began to lead the way, Oswald addressed the crowd.
"Everyone follow Prince Kiran. He'll lead you some where safe." The prince hoped he didn't make the princess more nervous as she led the way. Oswald hung by the door as the guests left. He would rejoin Kiran once everyone was out of the room. In a surprisingly orderly and quick manner, everyone made it out of the ballroom. He ordered some nearby guards to check for any stragglers in the room before following the crowd downstairs. Oswald reached the throne room and quickly rejoined Kiran. As whispers filled the throne room, he glanced at the princess.
"Everyone should be in here. I also had the guards check to make sure everyone's out of the ballroom." He paused for a moment and glanced over the crowd. Worries faces, drunken smiles, and unreadable expressions were on most of the guests' faces. He couldn't blame them for their unease.
Kell had followed behind the group, the watch still on her. She didn't know what to do with the information. She didn't know why she followed them. She didn't know why she was doing what she was doing. The thief pulled down the scarf from her head and face. There was no use in keeping it concealed at that point. Creamy-white hair fell to her shoulders messy and unkempt. As she hung around towards the back of the crowd, she kept her eyes on the man from earlier. Something felt off about him. He would occasionally glanced around and pull on his collar. He was clearly nervous about something but she didn't know what.
(oof, Kiran's reaction to finding out Kell had found that watch - shes gonna be big mad)
The princess led the large group from the ballroom to the throne room with ease, though her mind was racing. Her kingdom was being set ablaze and she couldn't stop it. Once there, she sent her guards to maintain the two entrances to lead into the room. At least there were only two entrances... As Oswald assured her that everyone made it into the throne room, nodding slightly. "Alright... Can you just give a real quick check on the crowd? I have to create a beacon for the rest of my people." She was well aware that not everyone was present in her palace. She knew that almost too well.
The freckled woman pulled the artifact from its sheath, eyeing the blade in her hand. She'd only had to do this once, and even then she'd been watching. Her mother had been Vistri's previous champion. Kiran had watched her mother perform this short ritual the last time there had been a lockdown. Still, upon wielding it the blade set ablaze and she sighed.
Well, what was a little pain right?
"Goddess Vistri, hear your champion's plea and guide my people toward your divine light." As she spoke, she drew the blade through the palm of her hand, drawing in the hissed breath as the wound was created and cauterized at the same time. At least she wouldn't bleed... There were a couple of moments of nothing before a rush of energy went through her. At the top of the palace between the four sphinx statues formed a ball of light, almost like a star.
Nodding a little to herself, she went to sheath the dagger, turning to face the crowd once more, and rather found she was being grabbed and a knife quickly laid itself against her throat. "Where's your fancy guard now?" Hazel eyes watched in horror as several people began to draw weapons on the crowd. The man holding her did raise an important question - where the hell was Cruva?
The guard in question was outside, looking for a child he had a good feeling in saying didn't exist. He was only out there for a few minutes before he quite literally found a knife in his back. The sound that left him was more an exclamation of pain rather than surprise. But fall he didn't - rather, he stood, facing the woman that had dragged him outside. She looked rather proud of herself...
Reaching behind him and removing the blade, he frowned a little. Only a second after that, a fight had broken out between them, but it was a little one-sided. The Erevan woman seemed to realize what she'd gotten into only just before he snapped her neck. He had a few cuts aside from the stab wound in his back that were actively bleeding, though he was also only wearing leather armor. The other types were too bulky for his liking.
He teleported inside, finding that there was a similar situation here, but with some added elements. Scared civilians, at the opposite ends of swords and axes, those wielding the weapons who he now assumed to be from the third kingdom, and Kiran had a blade at her neck. The man holding her looked up, grinning what he likely thought was an intimidating grin. "Come any closer and I'll cut her open."
The demon stood there for a moment. He'd wasted too much of his energy teleporting around the palace to do it again. For a moment his world was still. Nothing seemed to happen until there was almost a gurgled shriek of somebody in the crowd, who fell dead.
All hell broke loose - civilians screaming and scattering, a few more fell dead before they could even react. Kiran stabbed the man holding her, realizing she'd never actually gotten to sheath the artifact. He started, letting her go as one had gone to his now bleeding stomach. He looked at her, clearly enraged by her decision as she turned to face him. She glared, rushing towards him. He reacted faster than she expected for having just been stabbed, finding herself being tackled as she rushed him.
Oswald nodded and began to head into the crowd. People were grouping together and whispering about the fires mostly. As he passed through, the young man gave words of encouragement in attempts to calm the crowd. It seemed to be working, though he couldn't entierly be sure. As he checked on the guests, he glanced at Kiran and watched as she cut her hand. He winced and quickly looked away. After he checked with most of the crowd, the prince began to make his way back to the Zaestro royal. He didn't get far before he felt someone grab his arm and press something into his back. "Come with me quiet and willingly, or we start killing people." The threat was simple and Oawald didn't believe it at first. As he glanced around the crowd, he realized what the woman was talking about. A few people has weapons on them, ready to strike if needed. The prince carefully nodded.
"Alright, I'll go with you." The woman began to lead him towards Kiran. As they got closer, he noticed a man behind her. He wasn't Cruva. Oswald realized the woman was in a similar situation as he was. It was a planned attack, possibly connected to the fire. There was no time to speculate now. The guests were in danger. Kiran was in danger. He was in danger. Whatever happened, it wouldn't end well. Behind him, he began to hear screams and people running for their lives. He gasped in horror.
"You said if I went with you, the people would be left alone!" Oswald dared to glance back. He saw a malicious smile on the woman's face and bodies already limp on the floor. A chill rushed through them as he looked back towards Kiran.
Kellan had a chance, a moment of distraction to escape in the chaos. No one would notice her leave and she would be safe. And yet something was holding her back. She couldn't leave as people were slaughtered and criminals, people worse than her, were getting away. Clenching her fists, the woman ran into the crowd. "Stupid moral compass," she grumbled as pulled out her dagger. She managed to stab the first man with ease. He yelled in surprise and crumbled to the ground. In a swift movement, Kell grabbed a fistful of the sleeping powder and threw it in his face. He was quickly knocked out.
For a few minutes, Kell repeated the process of stabbing and putting assassians to sleep. It didn't take long for people to catch on, however. She pulled a man off one of the guests. The woman immediately ran away, bloodied and grateful. The assassian reached to stab Kell and she greeted him with a crackle of lightning shooting through his body. The man seized up and fell to the ground. He, likely, wasn't dead but he was no longer a threat. The thief paused briefly. She was tired, but she had to push on. As she recollected herself, Kell saw the royals being held at knifepoint. A twinge of concern and even fear for them shot through her? Why? She silently demanded. I owe her. The princess showed a mercy to the thief. Not only did she believe her, but she didn't have her immediately executed. In a way, she owed her something. After a moment of hesitation, Kell began to head towards the royals.
Oswald wasn't a fighter. He was a scholar. A man if study and research. He was of no help in battle. So that's why when Kiran broke free he didn't make a move. He stood there and watched the princess fight as the woman dragged him to the side. The knife was now at his throat, the woman's hand steady and ready to end him if she needed to. The half-orc gulped and winced as he heard defeated shrieks and bodies thud to the ground. Oswald squeezed his eyes shut. Would this be how the peace ended? If he and Kiran died, would their people still be allies? He didn't have much time to think before he heard someone approch. Qhen he opened his eyes, he saw it was the thief from earlier. A strange sense of relief washed over the prince. It didn't last long until he felt the knife press into his skin.
"I will kill him if you come any closer. Stay where you are!" The woman demanded.
Kell shrugged. "You think I care what happens to him? Just watch." The thief pulled out a throwing dagger and hit Oswald in the shoulder. The man yelled as the assassin gasped and let him go. The half-orc sank to his knees and grabbed his shoulder as Kell dashed forward just as the other woman realized what happened. She swung her dagger towards the assassian, who was a bit faster. Kell missed her target and felt a slash on her arm. Gritting her teeth, the thief grabbed another throwing dagger and threw it at the woman. It caught on the fabric of her dress and missed her completely. For a moment the woman was distracted, so Kell rushed forward and managed to stab her in the arm. It was returned with a blind slash to the thief's face. It barely missed her eye and sloped just above her lip. She could taste blood, but wasn't deterred. Standing between Oswald and the assassian, she was still ready to fight. Deciding the prince was a lost cause, the other woman ran towards Kiran and the other assassian. Before Kell could go after her, she glanced at Oswald. He glared at the thief, disbelief and anger lacing his brown eyes.
"You stabbed me!" He yelled.
"Well yes, but she let you go didn't she?" Kell leaned down and handed him her dagger and a small vial. "The vial is for the pain and the dagger is so you can defend yourself. Keep the throwing dagger in because it's sealing the wound." Before the half-orc could say anything, Kell got back on her feet and went to help the princess.
People were dying. Both royals had blades at their necks and people were dying. Stopping such an event genuinely went against Cruva’s nature, however, a summon superseded natural tendencies as far as any given demon’s DNA was concerned. Looking at the princess, the look on her face indicated that she didn’t want any help. Right, so help the people then.
He hadn’t so much as moved before two armed persons were approaching him. Looking them over, he determined only one had the potential to be a magic user. The other was dual wielding a short sword and a mace, weapons he himself was rather familiar with. They attacked him at once, which was rather smart of them. One cast a fire bolt while the other side stepped and came at him from the side. He dodged the fire bolt, taking the blow to his shoulder from his face, then feeling a slash through his forearm. Drawing in a hissed breath, his head snapped around and he was met with a smug grin just before his armed attacked began to swing again.
He grabbed both weapons, kicking his assailant in the chest before turning and throwing the axe all in one smooth move at the other. The weapon lodged itself in the magic user’s chest and he crumpled. It was then he felt a swift kick to the back of his knee and he went down for a moment. The now disarmed spy took the chance to jump on his back, locking his arm around his throat. The demon stood, backing up and crushing her against a pillar, finding that she slipped from his back unconscious.
With two down, Cruva only found that he’d made himself a formidable target as two more approached, though more cautious than the last. On the upside, it seemed as though there were only four left. The two around him, the man Zaestrin royal had gotten caught up with, and the one approaching the pair.
Kiran, unlike her highly skilled guard, was at a disadvantage. She was smaller than her assailant, and while trained, was still a bit informal. She knew just enough to defend herself, but it seemed the man that had tackled her was just more skilled than herself. Just after she was tackled, she found she was essentially being sat on top of, the assassin’s knees on either side of her chest, as he brandished his knife once more.
She was faster, however, as she drove the Dagger of the Sun into his thigh. Hearing his scream, she took the chance to wriggle out from under him, dragging in a breath. The princess hadn’t realized what it was like to be truly tackled, and it seemed that her lungs were refusing to pull in air for a brief moment. Reaching forwards to reclaim her weapon, she found a knife in her forearm. Yelping, she made the grab anyway, slashing a bit upwards as she removed it. The man was caught in a lovely line of fire. That crossed both his chest and face diagonally. He released another scream, falling back as flame ate away at his skin. It wouldn’t be fatal… probably.
Standing up, she turned around, tired, but unsure if she had to continue. Most of the party goers had vanished if they hadn’t been killed, Cruva was facing two of the spies, Oswald had a knife in his shoulder, and there was another running towards her. Wait, another? Her eyes widened a little, though she raised her arms as she got into a defensive position, dagger at the ready. She wasn’t sure if she had the energy for another fight, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to go down without one.
Kell followed the woman, leaving the prince with what she gave him. Fresh wounds stung all across her body while blood oozed from the slash on her face. The thief wiped her face as she approched the fray. The princess was tackled by the man she was fighting while the guard who kept giving Kell trouble dealt with two others. He quickly took care of them, which earned an impressed nod from the thief. Turning her focus back towards the battle ahead, Kell focused on the assassian rushing towards the princess. Without a second thought, the young woman reached out her hand and launched a flash of lightning towards the spy. She seized up and fell, though it wasn't enough to keep her down. The lightning widly arched around for a moment, threatening to hit anyone in the room. Kell didn't have the greatest control over her spells, so she wasn't surprised when it flashed in all directions.
Turning her focus back to the spy, the woman was back on her feet within seconds. She was not happy to continue to deal with the thief. With surprising speed, she dashed towards Kell. The woman managed to barely dodged out of the spy's way. The thief stumbled around awkwardly before catching sight of Kiran launching fire towards the man who attacked her. She didn't notice the spy right behind her until she felt a sharp pain at her side. Quickly turning around, the woman pulled the knife away then sprung forward to get in another hit. Kell managed to get to the woman's side but found herself getting hit in the arm instead. She was not good at a head on fight. Although seen as cowardly by some, Kell fought better when she had the advantage of surprise. Unfortunately that wouldn't help her with the assassian.
Kell quickly glanced towards the guard ahead. The people he fought previously were limp on the floor while two new assalinats were now causing him trouble. She briefly looked at Oswald, making sure the prince was fine. The knife was still in his shoulder. He listened. In her brief distraction, the assassian brought Kell onto her back. The air was knocked out of her and she struggled to breath. By the time she managed to get to her knees and catch her breath, the other woman was reaching the princess.
Oswald felt useless. He felt guilty that he couldn't help during the battle. He couldn't help any of the guests and now he sat uselessly watching as Cruva and the princess fought the spies. Even the thief was more helpful than he was. Oswald had to do something instead of feeling sorry for himself. Slowly he began to get help. He could help the survivors or see what the guards had to say or something else than sit injured like some fool. Slowly he began to get up, not entirely sure what he was going to do.
Cruva was having an increasingly difficult time dealing with these assassins. He had a stab wound in his back just under his right shoulder blade, a slice in his left arm, which had also suffered a blunt blow that had managed to tear the flesh of his shoulder, and he’d fatigued himself. Still, he had more than enough feeling to feed on to keep himself going for the time being. He wouldn’t be able to heal up until everything had passed.
As the two approached, he decided he’d had enough of physical combat. Demons were well versed in destruction magic, and he didn’t want to risk taking more damage. Sure, he was confident, but human his human visage had lower limits than he did naturally.
So he drew his ice magic, hands and lower arms beginning to frost over as he cast side glances at both of his new foes. They seemed unsure of themselves as they approached. Fine - he’d act first since they were taking too long. He stepped to his left, grabbing the larger assassin by his shoulders, grinning at a little as he quite literally froze. Turning to the other, he found that she hesitated in her steps. A mistake, really. The demon froze her feet to the floor, approaching her with ease as the ice travelled up her legs. It didn’t much to force her own weapon into her chest. Her knees buckled, and she fell dead as the ice around her melted suddenly.
Kiran has only caught a glimpse of her guard’s actions, eye refocusing on the blonde. She hadn’t even know what this woman was here for, but she seemed a great help - she was clearly a magic user. Still, as much as she fought, it didn’t seem to be enough for this particular assassin who continued her approach. So she reacted, swinging the dagger three times in different directions. Vertical, then horizontal, and then diagonal. Each swing released a line of fire towards the woman approaching her.
If she were to be honest, the princess wasn’t sure If she had the energy for more hand to hand combat. Should the assassin reach her it would likely be her downfall. Even still she readied herself just in case. Hazel eyes slide to the Mithran prince, watching as he stood up. He didn’t look too hurt, which was good. She didn’t know that he wasn’t a fight, so she gave a vague nod to axe lodged in a body’s chest. He could use it to sneak up behind the last assassin.
(Don't worry it's fine. I have enough to get up a good reply.)
As Oswald hobbled mindlessly away, he glanced towards the chaos and locked eyes with Kiran. He didn't quite understand what she was signaling him to do at first. After a moment, he realized she was gestering towards the body nearby with an axe in the chest. He hesitated for a moment. He didn't know how to use an axe! However he could use it to help the princess. Perhaps make up for his failures of doing nothing. The half-orc leaned down and began to pry the weapon from the body. He winced in pain as the dagger in his shoulder shifted around, though fought through it. When he finally had the axe in hand, he was surprised by how heavy it was. He never handled a weapon like it before. The thief's dagger forgotten, he forced himself to rush towards the last spy. Bursts of fire from Kiran's dagger helped slow the woman down. It allowed the half-orc prince to get to her quicker.
Stopping just behind the spy, the man swung the axe towards her back and...missed. He awkwardly stumbled forward with the weapon, falling towards the ground. He managed to avoid landing on the dagger, but felt weaker than he was earlier. He failed. The assassian briefly glanced between Oswald and Kiran. She seem3d to be deciding who to attack first. After a moment, she decided Oswald would be the easier target. Defenseless, injured, and growing weaker, the half-orc wouldn't survive whatever the assassian did next.
Kell regained her breath and managed to get up. She held the wound on her side and inhaled sharply. Everything either stung or was sore. She just wanted to rest, but there was still danger about. As the young woman focused her attention towards the spy, she saw the Mithran prince run by with an axe in hand. What's he doing?! He shouldn't be moving with that thing in his shoulder! Of course it was her fault he had a dagger in his shoulder, but she told him to stay still. She watched the half-orc swing the axe towards the woman. Excitment swelled in her chest. He was going to hit her! Then he completely missed and stumbled forward.
"Great," the woman grumbled. Gripping the dagger tightly in her hand, Kell made her move. The woman was distracted with the royals, she wouldn't see the thief coming. In a flurry of precise movments, the thief shoved the knife into the woman's back. She screeched out in pain as Kell pulled it out. The assassian reached back with the knife towards the thief, but she was quicker. Kell slashed at the woman's arm, then shoved her forward. The spy fell to her knees then onto the floor as the thief kicked her in the abdomen. Oswald swiftly got to his feet and kicked the dagger away from the would be assassian. She hissed out some curses, but realized it was a losing battle. Kell smirked and leaned towards the woman.
The freckled woman watched as he finally understood what she was asking him to do. She hadn't wanted to draw attention to him as he was getting up, so she had figured that a slight nod of the head would be enough. Or she hoped it would, anyway. Thankfully, the gesture was enough and Oswald managed to wrestle the axe out of the body's chest. She could only watch after delivering her lines of fire as he ran towards her, weapon in hand. While it wasn't what she expected, he missed and found himself falling forwards. Well, that gave her some insight into how often he fought...
Even though she hadn't been looking for him to act as a distraction, it seemed that it was enough to get the woman approaching to stop. As a moment passed, it seemed the assassin decided the other royal be an easier target. She could only watch as the blonde stranger made quick work of the last standing attacker. A good stab in the back, slash in the arm, and soon enough she was being kicked to the ground. Letting her arms drop from her defensive position, she approached the now grounded assassin as she was taunted. For a moment, she only looked her over, face blank for a moment.
Now, one could say she spent too much time with Cruva. As she dropped into a crouch next a the woman, she couldn't help but run through everything she had the power to do to her right now. Every way she could torture this woman before killing. Just killing her in general, honestly. Rather than wait, she drove the blade of her weapon through the woman's neck, removing it as soon as part of the blade reappeared on the other side. With this done, she stood up once more, glancing at her guard, then Oswald, and then the thief. "Thank you for staying by my side," she managed to the two boys. "And thank you for staying at all," she said to the blonde woman. It wasn't like she'd had to stay.
Cruva had watched the entire ordeal, though mostly took away three things. The half-orc wasn't much for fighting, the thief wasn't good at hand to hand but made up for it with range and stealth, and Kiran was beginning to pick up his tendencies. He could feel it, her anger increasing as she approached the assassin who had been laid out on the floor. It probably wasn't a good thing, but he would enjoy it for this brief moment. Walking over to the somewhat gathered group as his summoner delivered a final blow, he looked everyone over. Everyone was tired and wounded in someway shape or form. He figured the fires that had been started had already begun to spread by now, though that wasn't entirely important right now.
As she addressed everyone, the demon only nodded. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the acknowledgement, but this what he'd been summoned for, so it wasn't like he had a choice in the matter. Then again, she'd made a habit of thanking him for things like this. Not that he would admit it, but it was kind of cute how she treated him. Though, he knew that it was just how she was as a person.
"Cruva." The demon looked at Kiran who seemed a bit off at this point. She was angry with nothing to direct the feelings towards. It was rare that she got like this, though when she did it was a sight to see. Still, rather than say anything he simply waited. "I don't care what you have to do, but do something about the fires. I don't want them to get any worse." Giving a slight nod, he turned. If she didn't care, then he finally take back his natural form while he worked. Although, subduing a fire of this magnitude... He had a bit of work to do. Walking out of the throne room, the demon teleported away mid-stride.
Sighing as her guard vanish, Kiran looked to the two other people in the room. She didn't know what to do right now, but she knew what she wanted. She wanted the head of whoever planned this attack mounted on her wall for the rest of eternity. "You two... I don't know, do whatever you want." She wanted to tell them to just go home. The freckled princess was too tired to even try and employ their help, and a little too angry to attempt to keep them around. "I need to figure out who did this - I want them dead." The last part was almost muttered to herself. Anger wasn't a good look on her, though, this aspect didn't make the feeling go away any faster. When Cruva returned, whenever he finished up, he would have him help search the bodies for any indicators or origin.
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Cloudy Sky: Seeing the name gave me flashbacks to certain events that happened about two weeks ago.
Jun 22, 2021 4:51:35 GMT -5
Violetsky: Her name is Tika. She's a Cymric, or long-haired Manx.
Jun 22, 2021 6:27:08 GMT -5
Violetsky: I left the gel pack in the freezer overnight and now it's a solid thick sheet of ice.
Jun 22, 2021 6:32:05 GMT -5
Violetsky: Cymric is the technical term for a Manx cat that has long hair.
Jun 22, 2021 13:48:50 GMT -5
Violetsky: Technically they are Manx's as well; they are not a separate breed but an alternative variety of traditional Manx's, which are short-haired. They're also called longhair Manx's.
Jun 22, 2021 13:50:11 GMT -5
Violetsky: It's okay, I thought she was a traditional Manx for a while
Jun 22, 2021 14:02:13 GMT -5
Violetsky: Well, she is. It's like if brown bears that lived further up North had thicker and longer fur than their southern counterparts. If that was true, then they would be the same species and "breed", they just have different adaptations.
Jun 22, 2021 14:02:52 GMT -5