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Lol, robbing Hetepheres blind and then giving her a single gold coin for her trouble :-P

Aug 31, 2015 3:42 PM

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Madness is like gravity... all it need is a little push

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MetallumOperatur said:
Lol, robbing Hetepheres blind and then giving her a single gold coin for her trouble :-P

To be fair our main characters are a Kaorian and an Edmontonian, so it makes sense they'd both be dicks.

Sep 1, 2015 1:35 PM

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No wonder skyes hate magic, and that vampier must be very glad to have gotten rid of that orb but it cost her quite alot.

Sep 4, 2015 4:26 AM

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Life imitating art can be scary:

http://www.classicfm.com/music-news/videos/trombone-flamethrower/#SoHRoJKgY762Gz14.97

"When you have bought your own load of hooey, you know exactly what it is worth." -- Bruce Sterling

Sep 4, 2015 6:39 AM

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tygertyger said:
Life imitating art can be scary:

http://www.classicfm.com/music-news/videos/trombone-flamethrower/#SoHRoJKgY762Gz14.97

Nice, I want one of those :-P

Sep 4, 2015 11:14 AM

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Life imitating art can be scary:

http://www.classicfm.com/music-news/videos/trombone-flamethrower/#SoHRoJKgY762Gz14.97

Not exactly a trumpet but I'll fucking take it!

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*Disclaimer*
Once you have completed reading this chapter please refer to the spoiler at the end before commenting or messaging a GM

Chapter 11, Part 3:

We both had questions but neither of us wanted to be the first to ask them, especially not when the musician was slowly nodding off. Our last encounter with her had ended with us seeing her scorch several Alnor guards in mere seconds. Still, neither of us were in the mood to sleep, and though it seemed she desperately wanted to the musician didn't seem too keen on resting either.

"Long day?" I asked in an attempt to break through the soft noise of hoof beats and turning wheels.

The musician readjusted herself in her seat, taking a deep breath and rubbing her eyes with a moan. "It's been hectic, should slow down when the orb is finally in Patricia's hands."

"I see..."

We sat in more silence, the musician a bit more focused but still looking dreadfully tired. The flesh beneath her eyes dark and covered in crust and her lids only half opened as she stared out the window into the night desert.

"So... I don't want to be that guy but why exactly didn't you bring us here in a carriage? I mean if Patricia wanted the orb fast seems like this would have been the better option."

My heart almost stopped when the musician puffed out her chest and opened her mouth, to my relief it soon became apparent she was merely stretching and yawning.

"Had we done that Hetepheres may have seen you coming and taken off with the orb before you could reach her, among the right people word of a Medici carriage spreads quickly. Simply sending you two alone wouldn't have drawn much attention, especially considering you only have a minor affiliation to our organization." She said, motioning at Sykes.

"Wait a minute," Sykes said, "whit dae ye mean 'ye two alone?' Whit aboot Illina?"

The musician moved her hand to her mouth to cover another yawn, and it was starting to seem like she was considerably less dangerous in her current state as almost everything seemed to just pass straight through her.

"Jeremiah told me something about that, I don't know who this Illina woman is but I can assure you if she said she was with the Medici's she was lying to you. What happened to her?"

A sudden lump in my throat appeared before my thoughts could truly form together, and soon after that my entire body began to feel numb. Illina, she was a damn good actor, no denying that, but I'd never thought that she could be that good of an actor. The realization of what I'd done struck me in a moment, and though my entire mind had filled with images of her laying in that desert with a wound in her back I couldn't afford the luxury of so much as shedding a tear for her, Sykes didn't know I was the one to kill her. Illina, Lauren, I should stop having friends in this world, I seem to kill all of them.

"So, about how long will it take to get to..."

Before I could finish my question the musicians face fell against the window as her eyes shut, the woman was completely out.

"Lassie's got the right idea," Sykes said, scooting herself forward in her seat and closing her eyes, "take a kip mate, we've still got tae walk tae Alnor tomorrow."

I wished it was the simple.

***

"Rise and shine you beeeee-uutiful goons!"

In a second the desire to keep sleeping disappeared as I quickly shot out of my seat, stepping on the musicians foot and with no crutches to stabilize me falling over when she jerked it away with a grunt.

"Yeesh, look at all of ya, plannin' on sleepin' all day in there? Come on, you can sleep when we've gotten everything sorted out."

There she was, standing just as I remembered her with the widest genuine smile I'd ever seen in my life. She looked like a child who'd just learned Christmas was coming early this year. Slowly and sluggishly we all made our way out of the carriage, taking note of the nightmares that looked like they were about to keel over from the gallop they had to do to get here in a single night. Though when your boss was Patricia I imagine nearly dying of exhaustion was preferable to keeping her waiting.

"Let me tell ya, I could hardly sleep last night! I mean I figured you could come through in the end but still, knowing the orb would be mine so soon!... So, where is the orb, huh?"

Sykes didn't say a word, both out of her own weariness and the desire to keep her interaction with Patricia to a minimum after this. Instead she simply pulled the jewellery box out of the pillow case and opened the lid, presenting the contents to Patricia. The girl didn't even bother touching it for a while, her hungry eyes more than content to simple suck in the sight through thick cigar smoke escaping her slacked jaw. Eventually she reached in and slowly took the thing into her hands, bringing it mere inches from her face. Patricia was completely gone, lost in the reflection of the dream machine as images of her every wish and desire filled her head, everyone outside of it forgotten and ignored.

When she finally did come back to reality it almost seemed like she was reluctant about it, like she just wanted to stay in her thoughts forever.

"So, why was it in that big old box anyway? Don't ya think that would have made ya a bigger target?"

"Because we figured it oot!" Sykes said, her anger apparent, "Ye were gonna kill us the moment ye made a wish!"

I expected some kind of backlash from Patricia, but she just rolled her eyes a bit. "Well if I told ya that ya never would have gone after it. Hey, you didn't touch it I'm guessing so no harm no foul, right? Oh don't be so gloomy, I still got that pardon. Come on inside and we'll get ya all sorted out."

Patricia began to walk towards the tower.

***

"The automobile industry?"

I could hardly believe anything I'd heard from Patricia, who took great pleasure in describing her plan to us in detail. Everything from how she'd gotten the tourist woman with the glasses to design the cars to how she planned to use the orb to acquire gasoline, the only source of gasoline on the island. I knew Patricia was a monstrous and evil beast but I never imagined she was this sinister! Oh god what if I had to pay insurance?

"Everything you've been trying to accomplish this whole time had just been to bring the automobile industry to the island?"

"What? Did ya think I wanted to make the island nothin' but piles of skulls and burnin' cities? Don't forget I live on the island too."

That was true, destroying the world made no sense when everything she was was because of this world. Still, I would have never guessed she just wanted cars and highways going from sky scraper filled city to sky scraper filled city. A world of untamed wilderness and cities of stone turned to a world of gasoline and rebar.

She explained a few more things about her plan, none of it really all that important, as we entered the room she had held her party in two months ago. Now, without anyone in it besides a few veiled women standing at her table upon the pedestal and the few following us, her, and the musician, the room seemed infinitely larger. The strangest thing to imagine as we walked up the steps was that one day places in this strangely modern 1920's style wouldn't be too uncommon on the island once Patricia had finally seen her vision come to fruition.

All my thoughts on the matter stopped the moment we finally got to Patricia's VIP seat and saw there were a couple others besides just the veiled woman.

"Deneva?! Gregory?!" I yelled out in disbelief as I saw the two sitting there.

Both were bound by the hands and being watched carefully by a couple of veiled women with crossbows. Gregory simply stared at us in disbelief, Deneva on the other hand... Well I was just grateful she was bound.

"Ya know each other?" Patricia asked as she took a seat, unfortunately in a seat that meant either me or Sykes would have to sit directly next to Deneva, to my relief Sykes took the seat first.

"Aye, the lassie was chasin' us fer a bit an' the auld man we met in the woods for a bit, before his entire village tried tae kill us." Sykes answered.

"Ha! Sounds like ya won't miss 'em too much!"

"Gregory was all right but I can live without him, so about those pardon's..."

To everyone's surprise Deneva began to laugh, even Patricia and her veiled women seemed confused by the sudden outburst. "A pardon? A pardon?! What are you going to do with a pardon? Use it so you can get drunk for one day and then become wanted the very next? You might as well take a bath before jumping in mud!"

"Oy, nae wan asked ye! It isnae any af yer fuckin' business."

The two began to go back and forth a bit, much to Patricia amusement evidentially as she didn't bother to stop it. In fact she silenced one of the veiled women who quickly entered the room and rushed up the stairs in a sweat to give her some seemingly urgent message.

"...You think you can change?! Once a criminal, always a criminal! Your picture will be back on the walls in a week!"

"Ah just need the chance!"

Without a single warning the doors of the ballroom were almost torn off their hinges as a massive wooden log flew through them and imbedded itself deeply in the wall opposite of the doors. Once the dust had finally settled we managed to see it was a ballista bolt, a big one.

"What the fuck was that!"

Her answer came in the form of yet another ballista coming halfway through the wall just behind us before stopping itself. Then another came, and another, soon there were at least a dozen ballista bolts embedded into the walls of the once elegant room, now covered in dust, chips of rock, and splinters of wood. Thank the lords the walls were so sturdy otherwise at least two of those bolts may have actually impaled us.

"What is this!" Patricia yelled once again, jumping out of her seat as all the veiled women scurried about.

"I was trying to tell you boss, the tower is under attack!"

"What! By who?!"

"The Talon Company, at least a hundred soldiers all led by the Knight of Chitin himself."

Patricia slumped back into the couch in disbelief, obviously the idea that her tower would ever face an attack was simply unthinkable to her.

"H-how... How would they even know!..."

Her thoughts quickly ceased as she raised her head to us, all that joy that had been in her face when she'd gotten the orb was gone, replaced by a hellish rage as her face began to turn red and her fist closed around the orb so tight her knuckles went white.

"You... You brought them here! You know the Alnor guard! You knew where we were! You planned this out with her didn't you! You're all in cahoots to bring me down!"

"What?! No! We never worked with the Alnor gua-" I tried to explain only to be quickly cut off when Patricia jumped out of her seat and held the orb in front of her.

"Let's see how well this thing works!" She brought the orb to her face and held out her other hand as if to hold something. "I wish, for a Chicago typewriter!"

A blue flame quickly swirled and formed in Patricia's waiting hand and soon it formed into an all too familiar object that was certainly not of this world. She stuck the orb into her jacket and raised the barrel of the Thompson submachine gun to Gregory, pulled the trigger, and sent a burst running from between his legs all the way above his head. The man was dead, a messy line of torn flesh and shattered bones nearly cutting him in half as he fell back in his seat.

"It works... It works!"

Sykes may have had no understanding of the weapon but she knew if she didn't act immediately she too would be killed, quickly she lunged out of her seat and towards Patricia with an outstretched claw. However, the moment she did so Patricia raised the gun again and put a quick burst into her stomach. Sykes fell to the ground and Patricia put yet another burst right into the back of her neck.

It was just me and Deneva, I was a one legged cripple and Deneva was tied down. Both of us could only hopelessly watch as Patricia turned the gun to the lizard girl and sprayed into her chest until you could practically see her organs falling out.

Lastly the gun turned to me, and I found myself staring right down it's barrel.

There were no final words or taunts.

The last thing I felt was a couple of .45 bullets smash my face in.

Sep 7, 2015 2:33 PM

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mdude009 said:
"no guns"

Yea, ya, you got one time approval. Provocation, nothing more.

Signature removed. It was too good for this cruel world.

Sep 8, 2015 1:57 AM

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"MODS! GM's! KILL THIS MAN!"

Seems to me that this man is already dead, they're better off yelling kill this dwarf... :P

Sep 14, 2015 2:17 PM

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Chapter 11, Part 4:

Try as they might the veiled women could not contain the rushing army of mercenaries to the ground floor. Their bolts, daggers, and sabres proved no match for the steel armour and expertly crafted swords of the horrifyingly professional Talons. The group dispatched to guard the gate itself had been eliminated within seconds, and the other groups that stood throughout the hallways leading to the staircase had either retreated to the stairs themselves once they realized the futility of their defence or met a swift end holding the line.

The veiled women had fought from the shadows their whole careers, using their elegance or seduction to eliminate suspicion and strike swift and first from concealment. They were no soldiers, and when it came time to face off against women that have carved out their whole lives from battle toe to toe that fact was made dreadfully clear.

Only a few more still stood in the halls to halt or at the least slow the forces, the remaining dozen had chosen the staircase that connected all the floors of the tower to each other. Once the Talon Company had gained control of that they would have access to the entirety of the tower. Lords help them then.

"Do you hear that?" One of the veiled women guarding the stairs asked the others.

Indeed they did hear, or rather they didn't hear. The sound of slashing blades and bolts striking armour, a constant sound ever since the gate was breeched, now fell to silence. In fact the silence was beyond the lack of battle, not a single noise could be heard at all, and the last line of defence for the first floor grew evermore anxious. Their palms sweat as they gripped their sabres and crossbows with unknowing force, their minds only occupied with trying to listen to anything, the sound of foot steps behind one of the hallway's many corners, the barking of orders, anything. Still nothing came.

Then it began, gentle and almost impossible to notice at first it grew ever so swiftly until it seemed almost ear splitting to the terrified guardswomen. It was almost as a growl, and though deep it lack a certain coarse strength one would associate with the anger of a beast. It grew and grew, and eventually it transformed into a blood thirsty war cry at the same time a shape leapt from one of the nearer corners and rushed the formation with terrifying speed.

One of the few girls who had enough wits about her to react raised and aimed her crossbow at that midnight purple monster, yet even she proved too slow to react in time as with one mighty downwards swing of a great blood wet blade her arm was severed at the shoulder. Without a moment of hesitation the shell clad beast showed its power to sever again, sending its blade up and into the gaping mouth of one of the veiled women, taking off the top of her head as if it were nothing.

The others had finally realized that if they did not shake off their horror and act they too would be butchered by this creature, yet when they finally did raise their blades and bolts to meet it they had already lost. All they could do was die on their feet when dozens of steel clad warriors emerged from the walls and came to join their comrade.

***

I was dead.

At least, every single rational thought in my head was screaming that I should have been dead. Yet my chest still rose, my heart beat so heavy I could feel it pounding in my chest, and though I had sworn I felt my face cave in from the bullets when I reached to feel it I found nothing that would suggest it had been blown out the back of my head. When I turned to observe the others they seemed perfectly unharmed as well, a bit winded but physically intact without even a single drop of blood to be found. These details had obviously escaped Patricia, as by the time I'd assessed the situation I just saw the last of her entourage disappear out the door.

Why was I alive? Why were any of us? I'd seen the gun, seen it cut Gregory in half, nearly remove Sykes head from her body, rip open Deneva's chest. I'd seen it all, I even felt it to some extent. Sykes story of the sorceress came back to me, the belief that magic had changed everything when in reality it had done nothing.

The looking glass orb, the dream machine, it wasn't a device that made all your dreams a reality, it was an object that simply made your dreams visible and little else. Of course since Patricia had left before we were dead this wasn't obvious to her, maybe even after we'd begun to move again she and all her minions still saw us as corpses. Perhaps the only reason any of us had reacted as if the shots were real was because we believed they were and that gave the illusion more power, or perhaps the illusion is just stronger for whoever holds the orb.

Fuck it, it didn't matter right now. Right now the place was swarming with Medici agents who would likely attempt to kill us on sight with the exception of a few who were too busy with combat to hear the news that surely spread at a breakneck speed in a place like this and mercenaries who would no doubt kill everything not wearing a black tabard. We had to get out of here and we needed to get out of here fast.

"Sykes! Get up, we gotta go!" I yelled, quickly gathering my crutches and raising myself, most my possessions forgotten.

"Huh? Mate, is that ye? Are ye panbreed too?" Sykes groaned, only shifting slightly on the floor.

"We're not dead Sykes, but we will be if we don't start moving."

Sykes quickly stood up and began patting herself, looking at the area's that should have been pulp and found they were completely solid and untouched.

"Whit the fuck happened? There was some metal thing that exploded a hundred times an' then my stomach tore open an'... Whit the fuck happened?" Sykes asked frantically, her eyes wide and unbelieving.

"Patricia summoned a gun, a weapon from my and Gregory's world, and seemed to kill all four of us with it."

"How are we alive though, by god I felt those bullets." Gregory asked frantically, just as confused as Sykes.

"I don't know, I guess the looking glass orb doesn't actually grant wishes, it's just some kind of illusionary magic or something like that."

"Dragons, demons, pagan gods, and now magic preformed right before my eyes, god is either getting a little too carried away testing me or he has a very odd sense of humour." Gregory shook his head and let out a slight chuckle before his attention turned to me, noticing that I was one leg lighter since the last time I'd seen him, "good heavens son, what happened to you?"

I reached into my bag for the only item that could prove useful and worth taking in this situation, my razor, and quickly made my way to Gregory, swiftly sawing at the ropes bounding him.

"Those villagers of yours didn't seem too happy about us refusing to attend mass."

"I am truly sorry."

"Don't worry about it, wasn't your fault. At least you learned your lesson regarding being too trusting of succubi claiming to accept the word of god eh?... Right?"

"Oh trust me, I've certainly learned my lesson." Gregory said as he rose from his seat, rubbing his now unbound wrists.

"Alright! Priority right now is to get out of this place before something catches on fire. Hopefully the fighting isn't too thick."

I shifted to the side to kneel (as best a one legged man with a bit of experience could) in front of the lizard woman and took hold of her wrist, carefully sliding the blade under the ropes and began slicing them off. I had been unthinking in doing so, simply doing the first thing that had seemed rational at the time, but before I could complete the task I was quickly halted by Sykes taking a hold of my own wrist.

"Whit the fuck are ye daein' mate?"

I looked back at Deneva's face, the woman seemed amused that I had almost mistakenly freed her. That amusement had turned into confusion when I had resumed cutting at her ropes.

"Lauren is dead, she left me no choice... I'm sorry."

"What are you doing?" I just looked up at her again. "You almost free me, a woman you know will attempt to stop you, and then even after realizing this you still try to free me? And to add to that you tell me that you killed Lauren?"

"We need to get out of here, to do that we have to forget everything that's happened between all of us for a moment and work together. After that whatever happens happens, but at least we'll all have a better chance of making it out alive, that includes you."

Deneva didn't answer, though behind her eyes I could see a hatred growing swiftly as I cut through the ropes.

"I'm not gonna pretend I knew Lauren better than you did, or that I knew her too well at all. A little over a week was all the time I spent with her on a friendly basis, but still... That woman was what allowed me to integrate into this world without simply falling prey to the first monster that happened to spot me during my mental breakdown. She's the only reason I'd come this far, the only reason I know anything about this world. The time I did spend with her... Believe me when I tell you that I am truly sorry that she's dead, if I were in your position I'd probably want me dead too. Right now though there's no time for that, we live or we die, it's that simple."

"When has the world ever been that simple?" Deneva asked.

"Frankly it never seemed more complicated to me."

When I cut through the ropes and saw Deneva's claws raise I thought for sure she was going to attack me, strike me, even rip my throat open, anything to end me right here and now. However she just stood up and quickly hoisted me up by the shoulder.

"Fine, we'll work together, but not to escape."

"Nae tae escape? Are ye soft in the heed or just simple? Whit the fuck else dae ye want tae dae lassie? Walk right up tae Patricia?"

"Yes."

***

The progress the Talon company had been making through the tower was a most impressive thing indeed. Now, only less than an hour after their assault had began, a group of at least two dozen stood in the grandest hallway in the tower, a massive and relatively empty hall with one wall covered in windows that reached from floor to ceiling and only two doors; the one back to the main stairs, and the one that lead to the stairs to the hall before Patricia's office. Opposite of them, guarding the door and the only gate to the Medici, stood at least thirty veiled women armed with swords and crossbows.

Though the women on either side were ultimately irrelevant in this battle, nameless and faceless soldiers to accent the true battle. With the Talon's stood a tall figure in armour of the darkest purple, made from the chitin of arachne both old and discarded as well as new and removed. Standing to meet this man was a beast standing far taller in a much brighter purple, wielding no weapons but many brass instruments, spreading her impressive wings far for all to see.

There were no words between them, but when the dragon took one of her many trumpets into her massive claws the battle had begun. All the veiled women and soldiers forgotten the Knight had lunged forward, holding his blade low and ready to strike the musician. When the song began it did little to slow his charge, rather he simply bent himself beneath the flames, accepting the searing pain in his back as acceptable damage, and continued until he had came close enough.

With a quickly upwards slash he sent both the red hot instrument and one clawed finger flying high into the air. The musician quickly stepped back, letting out a quick spit of flame to send the Knight dodging to the left and then swiftly lunged back forward, reaching out the her clawed hand to crush the mans skull. She did no such thing as the man ducked beneath her and swung the blade towards her face. A dodge and an arm coming up to defend herself saved her skull from getting cleaved, yet the man had still hit his mark as the blade bit deeply into her scaled forearm and shoulder.

This was to be what doomed the man, though the blade cleaved through scale and flesh simply enough, it had no more strength to go through bone. The musician cared not for a superficial cut, painful as it may be, and flexing the muscles no human could hope to possess had clamped the blade in her, just enough that the man had to yank a bit to remove it. Had the blade slid through the flesh quick and clean he would have had the speed to counter her, but as it was when she took the opportunity to swipe at him and her claws went straight through the green lids and purple shell of his helmet.

The man fell to the floor, seeming dead. The battle had almost complete stopped though half of each opposing force still stood living. Yet it would seem the Knight of Chitin was not yet ready to accept death as he slowly and clumsily rose, not even bothering to pick up his sword. When he tossed off his helmet it was clear that the musician hadn't missed, the man's only true eye was destroyed, his glass eye shattered and protruding from his wounded flesh.

The Knight, forsaking the pain and choosing a quick examination over a gentle one, touched his face to confirm what everyone else could see, and let out a scream of anger.

"You bitches! Fucking bitches! You think you can stop me! I'm the Knight of Chitin! Slayer of centaurs and dragons! You are nothing to me, nothing!"

With a roar he drew his dagger and jumped onto the musician, his boot heels digging into her stomach and his hand gripping her hair as he attempted to stab whatever surface his dagger could find. The musician frantically tried to throw him off while keeping his blade from finding it's mark, but before she could she had backed too far back and shattered one of the many windows with her bulk, sending both of them falling to the ground as she still fought off the madman.

Sep 16, 2015 5:17 AM

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Well it seems Deneva is quite the bitch herself too. She can hate the MC all she wants, but it was her mistake that put the MC in this position.

Sep 16, 2015 11:57 AM

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MetallumOperatur said:
Well it seems Deneva is quite the bitch herself too. She can hate the MC all she wants, but it was her mistake that put the MC in this position.

True, when you really think about it pretty much the entire plot is all Deneva's fault.

Sep 16, 2015 12:11 PM

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Well she won't make THAT mistake again...this week. That much we can be mostly certain of.

Sep 16, 2015 12:34 PM

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mdude009 said:
True, when you really think about it pretty much the entire plot is all Deneva's fault.

Yeah, she probably won't make employee of the month this time, unless the rest of the Alnor guard fucked up even worse...

Sep 16, 2015 7:44 PM

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MetallumOperatur said:
Yeah, she probably won't make employee of the month this time, unless the rest of the Alnor guard fucked up even worse...

Considering it's the Alnor guard I wouldn't put it past them.

Sep 16, 2015 9:15 PM

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At times like this I have to look back over my own bureaucratic hell to see how it might compare. Here's a choice bit =P

Sep 16, 2015 11:49 PM

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Incompetent guards sending wanted criminals and tourists out on quests to help further crime bosses dreams of world domination and ridiculous bureaucracy that makes Brazil (the movie) look casual by comparison.

Welcome to Alnor, please enjoy your stay.

Sep 21, 2015 12:16 PM

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Chapter 11, Part 5:

The fighting must have been rather thick not too long ago, but now as we slid through the many once elegant hallways all we saw was the aftermath of all the struggles. Every single hall, every room, and every staircase was covered blood and the bodies of many finely dressed women with veils and few steel clad mercenaries. It was rather obvious which party was winning this fight.

Yet still, lower in the tower, the sounds of constant deadly spars could be heard irradiating up through the tower. The group that had ran up this far must have been a fairly small one with the intention of claiming superiority or taking Patricia Medici, while the bulk of the Knights forces concentrated on breaking the organization at the very foundation.

Whatever the intention, it was a benefit to us as neither veiled women or mercenaries ran into us on our ascend.

"So why exactly do we need to kill Patricia?"

Deneva didn't even look back at me to answer the question.

"She's dangerous."

"All her power is crumbling under her feet, most of her forces have been slain by the looks of it, and most importantly her entire life's goal is now completely out of her reach, probably gonna be melted down into horse shoes ironically. She's not dangerous anymore, she's already lost."

As we ascended one last staircase we finally made it into the final main hallway before Patricia, and it seemed we weren't the only ones. Many of the windows were smashed and the bodies of Talons and Medici's alike littered the floor far thicker than any of the previous rooms, though there wasn't a single living soul in the place.

Deneva finally stopped and turned to me.

"She started all this once, she can start if again if she manages to escape, we cannot allow her to do so."

"Even if she could escape where would she go? There's not a lord on the whole Island who would allow her to go on, once one of them knows about her they'll all know, and then she's done."

"Unless she happened tae go somehwere that dinnae have a lord..." Sykes chimed in before Deneva could answer.

"Kaori..."

Before anyone could make yet another comment all our attention was drawn to the broken line of windows. Though the sun was shining bright in a sea blue sky the sound of thunder could be heard very clearly, yet it was far too quick to be thunder. The powerful sound grew louder and stronger, and soon enough a huge shape flew in through the window, smashing even more of the glass as it clumsily rocketed itself into the hall and nearly struck the wall parallel.

It was the musician, now on her knee's and panting heavily. Her jacket completely gone, her white frilled shirt and skirt torn and soaked in blood, far more than the shallow but painful cuts on her own body could have produced. It took her a few seconds to finally notice us, and when she did rather than immediately raising herself she slowly stumbled up, supporting herself on one of the walls as she attempted to catch her breath.

"Weren't all of you killed?"

Sykes and Deneva quickly jumped to the nearest corpse and grabbed whatever weapons they held when killed, a long sword made it's way into Deneva's grip as Sykes swiftly drew a pair of daggers from a veiled woman's dress.

"Dammit, I don't have time for this!"

No hope of monologues or some final conversation here, the musician quickly began a strange throaty growl, small flickers of flame escaping the side of her mouth and nose. Then in a split second she spat a small and swift ball of flame at Deneva, the wad missed her by a hair and splattered on the wall behind her.

Sykes made her move first, charging up along the wall with her daggers held low and ready to strike, before she could close the gap though the musician turned to her and let out a true jet of flame, one Sykes managed to stop just in time to avoid running into. Before the musician could slightly turn her stream and scorch the fairly shaken Sykes Deneva grabbed a sabre off the ground and tossed it at the musician. Though the blade itself failed to strike the handle hit the side of her head, making her stumble just a bit. Both Deneva and Sykes, fighting through her fear for the sake of survival, took the opportunity to rush in.

Deneva raised her blade to her shoulder and swung down at the musician, who in turn quickly struck her descending arms with the back of her own and sent her stumbling away just as Sykes appeared on her other side and stabbed at her with both her daggers. The musician was quick enough to grab one of Sykes wrist, but her other hand missed its mark as Sykes blade found its own, the short blade sliding into her palm and coming out the back of her hand. Though the musician certainly felt pain she still clamped her fingers around Sykes own, swung her around, and tossed her at the window. Sykes would have no doubt flown right through if she hadn't still held tightly to the dagger in the musicians hand, the thing coming out with just enough resistance to slow her toss and keep Sykes inside the hall.

The musician stumbled back, staring down at the wound as Deneva stood at her side with her sword held ready to counter any move she might have made. The musician seemed not to notice her even, completely occupied with her hand. That is until her tail swung fast at Deneva and knocked her to the ground, in the next second the musician pounced on top of her, holding her throat tightly as her chest expanded. Sykes had recovered immediately, and turning her daggers to hold them by the blades, took a few steps forward and tossed both the daggers at the musicians back, one simply bouncing off her as the handle struck and the other bit shallowly into her back.

The musician was essentially unharmed but it slowed her just a moment, enough for Sykes to jump onto her back, grab hold of her hair, and retrieve the dagger. Before she could stab the musician though the dragons wings expanded and struck Sykes. As Sykes was thrown off the musician raised herself with Deneva in her hands and turned to her, now holding Deneva between her and Sykes as her chest expanded yet again.

Though there's one thing the musician had forgotten, Sykes and Deneva weren't the only ones in this room, and before she could burn Deneva I had already lined up the crossbow and pulled the lever. The musician instantly dropped the lizardgirl as the bolt bit deeply into her hip, yelping and stumbling around a bit and leaning against one of the walls to keep herself from falling. In the next second Sykes rushed at her with her dagger held high. The musician covered her entire form with her wing as Sykes brought the dagger down on her, catching the blade in the membrane, and open her wing at such a breakneck speed it seemed to pop Sykes nose as it sent her flying across the room, dagger still embedded in her flesh.

Deneva was still recovering, Sykes was disoriented, and the musician could walk normally again. The dragon quickly made her way to Sykes, who desperately crawl to a nearby long sword. When she finally got it she got up on her knee and swung it at the musician, who simple grabbed the blade in her clawed hand. Yet Deneva had come to and rushed at the woman before she could finish Sykes. The musician saw this in time, and once again swung her powerful tail at the girl. What she didn't see was Sykes pulling one spare dagger she managed to sneak into her belt and stabbing the wrist that held her sword.

There was no shallow or superficial cut this time, the dagger sunk deep into the woman's scales and flesh as she let out a pained scream and jumped away from Sykes, hand clamping down on her wrist as the other hand hung and swayed limply, and this time she was truly too preoccupied with her wound to notice Deneva. The lizard girl, though winded and battered just as Sykes was, rushed in one more time and stabbed at the musician. The musician notice and turned, but she was too slow to stop it. The blade went deep into her guts, releasing with it a foul odour that almost seemed of gasoline as a strange black liquid began flowing across the sword.

The musician grabbed the sword with her good hand and raised her other to strike the girl, though whatever damage she could do with a limp hand was questionable it didn't matter, when she raised her hand high enough Sykes lunged forward and slipped her own blade just under her armpit. As the musicians grip on Deneva's sword weakened she pulled it free from her gut and spun around, throwing a powerful swing at her belly and leaving a deep and straight cut.

Sykes removed her own sword and the musician stumbled forward, eyes wide and mouth gapping. Deneva quickly stabbed the girl again right between the shoulders and Sykes put a horizontal cut against her back. The musician fell to her knees, not doing a thing but breathing heavily as blood, mucus, and that strange black liquid ran out her mouth and nose in thick strands.

Deneva stepped in front of the woman and simply observed her, and eventually the musician raised her own head to meet her. In one final act the musician shut her gapping mouth and expanded her chest, as she did so that strange black liquid suddenly began to shoot out of her wound in jets. Deneva quickly slashed at the woman's throat, as she did so flaming liquid pour out of her throat, quickly igniting the rest of the black liquid that had pour out around her. Deneva finally stabbed her one more time in the heart before backing away from the intense heat and before her own wet and black hands could catch fire.

The musician stayed up for a few seconds, but finally she slumped forward.

The musician, at last, was dead.

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And that, good readers, is how you kill a dragon

I would have preferred to see her shagged rather then killed, but ya gotta do what you gotta do... At least a kudo to her for remaining loyal to the end

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At least a kudo to her for remaining loyal to the end

Throughout the entire story she was the only one Patricia trusted completely and the Musician followed Patricia's every word without immediate question, did you really think she would switch sides?

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Throughout the entire story she was the only one Patricia trusted completely and the Musician followed Patricia's every word without immediate question, did you really think she would switch sides?

Think?
No.
Hoped she would just say fuck it I'm out?
A man is allowed to dream right? I mean come on she wears pinstripes... what's not to like about that? ;-)

Sep 21, 2015 5:02 PM

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I mean come on she wears pinstripes... what's not to like about that? ;-)

Purple pinstripe over a frilly shirt, if there's one thing that can be said about the musician it's that she had style.

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"Unless she happened tae go somehwere that dinnae have a lord..." Sykes chimed in before Deneva could answer.
"Kaori...".

Which, ironically, wouldn't have any benefit for her in any version of Kaori, neither past, present nor possible future.

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mdude009 said:
"Unless she happened tae go somehwere that dinnae have a lord..." Sykes chimed in before Deneva could answer.
"Kaori...".

Which, ironically, wouldn't have any benefit for her in any version of Kaori, neither past, present nor possible future.

Chaos and/or connections to slavers might have been able to get her to safety. Still a risky venture at the best of times and probably suicidal in the midst of the civil war.

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beast_regards said:

Which, ironically, wouldn't have any benefit for her in any version of Kaori, neither past, present nor possible future.

Chaos and/or connections to slavers might have been able to get her to safety. Still a risky venture at the best of times and probably suicidal in the midst of the civil war.

Not like she has many other options, anywhere else and a lord would shove their head up her ass and wear her as a hat.

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Pat the Hat...yeah. It was worth the comment. =)

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Not like she has many other options, anywhere else and a lord would shove their head up her ass and wear her as a hat.

Lords are unresponsive in most cases, past Kaori would probably be the same. Just staying put where she was would be probably just as safe as moving in the present day, while it's easy to lose track of one woman in the midst of civil war, but she wouldn't have a resources she would obviously get elsewhere. Future Kaori I wanted to create would want both Partricia and her priest dead straight away.

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her priest dead straight away.

What? Since when did Patricia have a priest?

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Just as a heads up guys something came up with DCW that I need to work out, so the next upload will take a bit longer than usual.

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Chapter 11, Part 6:

Though the spectacled woman couldn't even draw a single breath she kept rushing, gathering every single scrap of paper, anything that had so much as a single pen stroke on it. Not a single blueprint of the army of machines hidden deep in the complex could be left behind, lest they be discovered by any outside forces.

Damn the Knight of Chitin, damn his soldiers. So many months spent planning under the hand of Sauda herself, gathering any bit of information they could on these "automobiles," drawing up diagram after diagram of perfect mathematic proportion from every imaginable angle...

"Alright, we got everything! Shut it down!" The spectacled woman shouted to the dozens of veiled women.

They all seemed immeasurable relived to finally toss off those veiled fur caps, even more so at the prospect of finally letting up after all this time. All together they clamped the sides of their heads with their palms and silently concentrated. Soon it all burst into flames, every single one of the automobiles, every one of the artificial lights, all of them engulfed in multicoloured fire turning the entire vault into a rainbow inferno; and as the formerly veiled women all drew in a deep breath even those flames along with every machine and light in the place was drawn into their lungs, leaving nothing but an empty, stone walled room.

"Fucking mercenaries," the engineer whispered under her breath, readjusting her spectacles. "Step lively, we need to get back to Alnor quick."

So many months of planning, so many illusionists snuck in under that little monsters nose, all of it for nothing.

***

Once Deneva had slumped and sat against a wall she could no longer stand. Beaten, bloody, and spent the girl likely wouldn't raise herself for quite some time. Sykes hadn't been in much better shape herself yet she was a woman used to bruises and blood, exhausted though she may be she wasn't done yet, and we all watched in astonishment as she marched towards the doorway that would take her to the final confrontation.

"Stop," Deneva commanded weakly, attempting to stand but managing only to shift herself a bit, "you can't fight her alone."

Sykes did stop as she pushed the doorway open and stood there for a few seconds. Then finally she turned, not to Deneva, but to me.

"Mate, stay with the guard, if them mercs come runnin' in here ye'll have a better chance if they see ye with a guard. Listen, if ah dinnae come oot... Well, ah ain't good at nae fuckin' speeches, sae, goodbye."

The doors quickly shut themselves behind her.

***

The office of Patricia Medici was a complete mess, the room, once the greatest in this tower of unimaginable wealth, now stood torn and bloody. A few mercenaries had obviously managed to get into the place, their bodies laid about in dented armour that leaked blood from the gaps; all the tables and chairs, save for Patricia's throne, were splinters; and the grand window through which Patricia would have once watched the world was completely gone, only a few fangs of jagged glass jutting from the frame were any proof that it had once been there.

There among this place of broken riches, a perfect representation of the Medici's, stood Patricia herself staring out of what was once a window. Cane in hand and cigar tightly held by her bladed teeth she seemed far too calm and casual to be standing on her crumbling power. Or perhaps she simply hadn't yet realized that everything she was, everything she had built, was gone.

"God damn whit's takin' her so long?... Oh well, I guess I'll just kill you to keep myself bus-"

Her voice caught in her throat as she turned and saw who stood in her office. Not a mercenary, not one of her own women, just me, a simply girl from Kaori.

"But... I... You're dead, I saw you die."

I'd never seen Patricia look genuinely confused before but in this moment she could hardly even form words.

"What can I say, I'm hard to kill."

"I guess you are... Well, if anything I guess this proves you're working for the guards or the Talons or something. You really think ya can kill me?"

I walked toward Patricia, stood by her throne and pointed a claw at her.

"Ah didnae bring them here, ye did that lassie. Ah dinnae ken how an' ah dinnae care, maybe they were watchin' the guard ye brought here, but ye brought ruin tae yerself. Ah was workin' fer ye right up until the point ye tried tae kill me."

Patricia just let out a little chuckle.

"Ruin? What ruin? I've already won! Ya think a few mercenaries are gonna stop me now?"

She flashed a malicious grin as she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out the very reason we were here, the reason all of this had happened.

"I wish I could fly."

The orb had once again sparked with that mysterious blue flame and yet this time not a single thing seemed to happen. Though Patricia did not float nor grow wings she did begin laughing manically as she slowly walked towards the window, and there's no doubt if I said nothing she would have simply fallen to her death. Yet, for some reason, something compelled me to save the girl.

"Stop! Ye'll fall!"

Patricia stopped in her tracks and turned to me again, amused by my statement.

"Fall? Look at me, please tell me how I'm going to fall."

"Haven't ye figured it oot already ye dumb brat! It dinnae work! Hwy ye think ahm here, alive an' well! Yer orbs a sham."

The girls eyes flickered to the orb, doubt in her eyes, but she quickly shook her head and glared at me.

"You're lying, ya just want the orb to yourself!"

"Hwy dinnae ye ask it, eh?"

Once again the girls eyes went to the orb, her emotions fighting her between confusion and anger. Now that there was doubt in her mind she needed to know, yet at the same time she didn't want to, she just wanted to believe what she wanted. Yet the idea that she may simply walk off a ledge and fall, die in such a simple way...

"I wish I knew what you really were."

Yet again the orb began to glow with a blue flame, and Patricia stared into the flame with unmatched intensity. Her gradual transformation was apparent, and soon her face grew so red her rage could almost be felt across the room. With a scream she tossed the orb out of the shattered window. Later mercenaries had told of a small, mysterious object crashing against the floor and searing them with a powerful explosion of unnaturally colour flame.

"It doesn't matter! Where the fuck is she! She'll fly me out of here, we'll start again! We'll find a way!"

The girl was absolutely seething with rage now, her cigar splitting in her tightened jaw and her cane threatening to snap in her grip before she tossed it aside.

"Ye mean yer dragon? She willnae save ye, she's panbreed, just like yer hwole empire."

The girl turned to me again, veins on her face threatening to burst.

"Bullshit!"

"Ain't nae shite here, ah saw her die, right oot there in that hallway! Ye can go look fer yerself, her throats been cut, her back stabbed, her heart opened. She's dead!"

"T-then... I'll..."

If one didn't know better they might have believed Patricia was shaking from pure anger, but the simple fact was the girl was breaking. Everything had gone her way, and now... Every word caught in her throat, her jaw locked and lips moving far slower than her mind that swirled and churned and grinded itself into a mess.

"I... NO! I HAVE EVERYTHING! I HAVE AN ARMY I HAVE A PLAN I HAVE TECHNOLOGY I HAVE! EVERYTH-ONE I-IN!"

The girl quickly ran to me and grabbed me by the collar, pulling my face down to her own as she continued in nearly unintelligible screaming.

"YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I'VE DONE! I HAVE THE ENTIRE ISLAND IN MY POCKETS, I HAVE AGENTS EVERYWHERE! I CAN'T END HERE, DO YOU HEAR ME! I CAN'T END HERE!"

[color=B22222]"Patricia, listen tae me."[/color]

"NO! YOU LISTEN TO ME! I BUILT THIS ENTIRE EMPIRE AND THIS EMPIRE WILL SURV-"

I grabbed the girl by the wrist and yanked her towards me, though often unbelievably strong now the dwarf offered no more resistance than a normal child, and finally she went silent.

[color=B22222]"Nae! Ye listen tae me now! It's over! Look outside, look at awl those mercenaries standing guard, ye think they'd be there an' nae in here if there's was still a fight? Ah dinnae even hear anymore fightin'! It's over, yer army is gone, yer agents cannae help ye. Yer standing on the ruins af yer empire an' ye have naehwere tae run unless ye want tae jump oot that window. Ye lost!"[/color]

When I released my grip on the girls wrists they simply fell limply to her sides, her rage was completely gone now and nothing had come to fill the void it left. She walked as one half asleep to her throne, nearly falling over and grabbing the sturdy arm to keep herself up. Finally she made her way to the front of it and with a hard thump fell back into it, eyes wide and staring at nothing.

"I-I had everything, I... I..."

There was a strange noise coming from the girl, a strange short snort as she attempted to get out more words. Soon her face finally did find a new emotion, one I had not believed possible, but when her eyes began to go wet it became obvious that such a thing was possible. Patricia was crying.

"I built everything, I just... I was gonna change the world, I was gonna... Why why why why why?"

The girl slumped forward in her seat and buried her face in her hands. It was odd, almost every time I'd seen this girl she seemed like some villain, either a comical one or a horrendous beast, it made it easy to forget what she really was. Now though, seeing her in such a pitiful state, I was reminded the Patricia Medici was still just a child.

"Listen, hwen the mercenaries come just give up. They'll take ye tae Alnor, try ye. Yer a child, they may spare ye."

"Th-there must be... S-s-something I can."

"Be smart lassie, it's over."

As if on cue the doors burst open as at least a dozens of black dressed mercenaries stormed the room, weapons held to me and Patricia as even more slowly trickled in to fill the room and eliminate any hope of counter attack.

That was that, the end of the Medici's.

So now you know the story, once captured and brought to Alnor for trial we believed we were finished. I still don't know if it was simply out of gratitude or if there had been something that had given her pause, but when we seemed to face the end Deneva herself came to defend us. A pardon was given and that was the end of it, absolution was ours and we were given leave to continue our own lives.

Patricia Medici had been tried and found guilty of far too many crimes, her youth unable to save her, and thus ended her legacy. Deneva was promoted to the Sergeant of the Eastern Guardhouse due to her involvement in bring down the Medici family. Little is known of Gregory, though rumours can still be heard of a human male wandering the world with a black robe and a worn down book, passing on advice of some ancient and long gone lord. Me? Well I was never really important, it doesn't matter what I do.

But what of the woman whom you all came to hear of? That half formed creature that had defied Kaori's army and became a criminal all knew? Well, some say she's out there somewhere, probably went back to her old ways and met her end when drunk.

Well, that's what they say at least, though I believe none of them had gone to a small bar in Southern Alnor and chatted it up with the new owner. I hear she has quite the mouth on her...

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Epilogue

A sea of golden fire had engulfed the land to mark the changing of the season, and with it came a crisp air and a gentle wind. The girl took little notice though as she made her way through the countryside, the coolness of the air rarely bothered her and the wind was halted by her baggy twill cap and wool jacket over a cotton shirt. She was directionless, knowing only the land but not the place where she would discover that which she searched for.

Then she heard it, the humming of an unfamiliar song, alien yet in some ways a tune that she could distinguish in a way. Casually she made her way to the source of the humming. The maze of tree's had ended, reduced to stumps as the sea of gold and red parted, giving way to a small island of civilization in this quiet and remote place. A cottage built of logs stood there, a small one yet far from simple with a patio of evenly cut wood and a roof of clay that connected to a dormant brick chimney, surrounded on all sides by squashes of many colours and sizes.

But what the woman was truly interested in wasn't the fields, but what stood in them. A man in a white shirt with rolled sleeves, his suspenders hanging limply at his sides as he cut some pumpkin's from their stems, though one of his legs was clad in brown wool pants and a knee high boot the other only had a short amount of pant leg that had been cut, giving way to a well maintained wooden peg.

The woman began to slowly make her way into the clearing, but nearly jumped out of her skin when she was greeted by a massive grey shape that snapped and growled at her approach.

"Pat, heel!" Ordered the man, silencing the great, wiry furred beast. "Who's there?"

"This how ye dae yer business? Ah dinnae imagine ye get many customers like this." The girl joked, removing her hat and walking closer.

The man simply stared in disbelief, eventually ordering the beast to calm itself and quickly walking towards the girl.

"You ugly bitch, I never thought I'd see you again!"

Both of them practically jumped into each others embrace, giving a few light pats on the back before backing away.

"God damn it's been too long, come in. I'll grab you some beer, I know you can't say no to a drink."

"Aye, ye ken me tae well."

***

"Ye brew this stuff yerself?"

I made my way over the to table with the cups, easing myself into the seat opposite of Sykes as I handed her the drink.

"Me? No, not enough even land round here to grow a good amount of barley. Nah, I trade some of my crops with Old Stratchcona for pretty much everything I can't get here. You know, clothes, alcohol, crossbow bolts, that kind of stuff."

"An' that thing?" Sykes asked, motioning at Pat laying contently against the door.

"That mutt? Bought him from a traveller when he was about half that size. Good dog, helps keep away the spinsters."

"Ah, sae ye ain't married then."

"God no, funny thing is the wagon driver that took me to Stratchcona was definitely coming on to me. Then when I bought this bit of land from Jeremiah a few of the women I hired to help me build this cottage literally tried to run off with me, until the other girls with more sense reminded them that I was paying Jeremiah for the land."

"Ah figured Jeremiah wouldnae want much tae dae with ye."

"He's a businessman, there were no hard feelings between us. But enough about me, what have you been up to, I haven't seen you since the trial."

Sykes quickly chugged down the rest of her drink and walked over to the barrel, helping herself to more.

"Spent aboot the first month after just learnin' tae read an' write."

"You must have been the oldest girl in school."

"Ah figured it would have been like that, sae ah just hired myself some fairly inexpensive tutor. After that, bought a business."

I just stared slack jawed at the girl as she made her way back to the table with an already half empty cup.

"I... A... Huh?..."

"Whit? Dinnae think ah had it in me?"

"No, I didn't. What the hell did you buy?"

"Ah bought a bar down in Alnor's south district, old owner apparently died an' they were sellin' it cheap. Fuckin' cunts failed tae tell me hwy it was sae cheap, barely got any patron's startin' oot, damned thing was awl fucked, looked like somethin' a tourist cobbled together. Anyway ah fixed it up, got rid af some af them weird designs an' awl, renamed it, awl that shite. It's daein' better now, got enough business that ah could afford tae lock it up fer a few days tae make my way over here."

"Well ain't that funny, you actually became a professional alcoholic!"

We both began to laugh, first light giggling that eventually grew into full laughter. Pat, awoken from his lazing about, raised his head to us in confusion, and quickly put it back down when the laughter began to die away.

"Aye, ah guess ah have... It's been too long mate."

"It really has."

"Oy, ye better come fuckin' visit the bar every now an' again, ye think ahm just gonna let ye rot away in the middle af naehwere? Ye isnae a free man, yer stuck with me!"

"Fine, fine, I'll come visit when I get some time... Under one circumstance that is."

"Oh? An' whit's that?"

"I get a discount."

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So it's finally over. I am curious what happened to the engineers and the plans. Can I have them? :-D Considering the intervention against the Haktiva, I find it extremely unbelievable Amarante would have Patricia executed.

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I find it extremely unbelievable Amarante would have Patricia executed.

Technically it was never stated she was executed, she might just be locked up in a really deep dark hole.

Also, bitch tried to basically destroy the lords and become the single most powerful person in the island over a mountain of bodies and secrets, I think even Amarante would be like "shit mang, kill the bitch."

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Well it seems this is it then...

Rather anticlimactic I expected some epic fight with Patricia... Well guess that's what you get with children. It's all fun and games until somebody gets hurt, then they go crying for mammy.

Question though: can we safely assume the Knight of Chitin was killed by the Musician, or is he now the Blind Knight of Chitin?

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