“Sir…the difficulty was requested at three stars by her grace, why did you push it higher?" Whispered the lowly technician, in attempts to raise his concern by risking himself against someone far above his position.
“Well, it would please her Grace greatly ol-chap” the words of the GIT echoed in the control room as he walked away and the kaiser wills it, so such were the words that fluttered around the mind of Phahl.
“I’ll speak to her do not worry, continue with the dungeon monitoring task at hand” his words once again echoed off into the distance as he disappeared from the control room and into the alter room of Kaiser, the distinctive ethereal green glows swirled the room and the chains that held the alter in place rattled as figures appeared from behind it.
“Is the plan in motion?” said the mechanised knight.
“But of course, the acolytes shall be appearing before the Baroness shortly” replied Phahl.
“Magnifique…for kaiser’s words are absolute, we will get the man and the girl before the gods start to take notice and then our glory will truly be known to all, what a wonderful on a grand mission at hand!" The knight and Phahl bowed to one another and spoke the words:
“As the last flake falls”
The knight communicated with his second in command and his female accomplice was not long finished incinerating a servant belonging to Areya the Baroness of Coch Manor bordering the edge of the manor estate and the Long Open, a grass trail that separates the manor and the marshes and is often traversed for easy routes to the town southward.
She used an just and most righteous light fire art so concentrated it would have ended the life of most below the tenner’s. Having eliminated and claimed the identity of what was likely a sweet young woman forced into servitude; the woman was able to respond now.
“Apologies Maelos, it was as if the target seemed to be aware she was going to be removed today, by insisting on speaking with every cretin she came across in the manor grounds and wasting our time.”
“Do not apologise Affilan, she was paramount in this proceeding after all, both a personal servant and the only one given permission to the leave the grounds; unlike her useless brethren, if we ever see her in this life or the next, I’ll thank her personally.” Spoke Maelos, his words emotionless and robotic through his helmet.
“Praise to the true Maelos, I will begin the plan, as the last flake falls” Said Affilan quivering with excitement at what’s to come.
“See it done” replied Maelos.
Affilan began her wicked plan of action by brutally slaughtering a Vetir rodent that was nearby foraging Gimag Leaf for its den. Her blade was quick, and all but only the most battle hardened would have been able to see the blades lethal strike severing the Vetir cleanly in half and painting the woodland floor with an artistic masterpiece for the ages. Leaves and grass mixed with the purple blood and dirt sprawled out on the woodland floor. She coated her hand in the fresh remains and smeared it across her face. Soon after she viciously slashed at her arms and chest with her blade in spectacular fashion smiling with glee as she did it, enjoying every waking moment the blade cut deep.
Yet her work was not yet done, what would be better than destroying any trace of beauty the young woman before used to have and leaving something more suitable in its place. She walked away and threw another Agni art as she walked by, the searing and bright flames met its targets, burning the remains of the dead rodent and any trace of blood that was once there, she approached the sturdiest looking tree that was around her destination and task in this procedure and swung back her head.
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A headbutt; BOOM-BOOM-BOOM it thundered and echoed throughout the area, as if a cannon fired off repeatedly, her face was mangled, and her eye had erupted from its socket, what was once beautiful now would be forever remembered as a freak avoidable.
She summoned a mirror from her inventory to gaze at her new beauty yes…YES THIS IS IT she thought, returning the mirror to its place, whilst inhaling and unleashing a scream easily loud enough for the inhabitants at the manor to hear it. A new skill she quickly developed whilst desperately running in her facade, the wonderful crocodile tears; were an addition she didn’t think capable of but was a welcome one as she ran flaying her arms flinging blood as she went.
“Help me! Please help me!” The words left her mouth as she ran and ran towards the grounds, and it was only seconds before the baroness goons appeared and rushed to the maid’s aid carrying her to a room in which the captain of Areya’s manor police was residing in.
“Oi-oi, what’s all this comm- by her grace!" Said the captain of the guard stared in horror as he looked at the servant so brutalised.
“Lottie, poor girl what happened!? spare me no details! Mark, grab potions from my personal quarters immediately. A young goon nodded at him and rushed off to find what was asked of him, leaving the captain to tend to the servant by grabbing paper and a pen ready for the girl to tell what happened.
“Captain…” Lottie sobbed to herself quietly. “I was simply foraging for herbs in the Long Open, when a group of five or maybe six I’m not quite sure if one of them was with them willingly, but they pretended to be friendly and did all manner of things to me and to the woodland, they punched me, slashed at my body and used wicked arts to taint the woodland now there are patches that need cleansing for life to grow again. She sobbed intensively and flailed her arms around in dramatic flair, the blood flew in all different directions and the white interior was quickly becoming less and less white by the second.
“Poor girl…I will see it that your assailants are rotting for the abomina in the cells to devour at their pleasure, can you describe me as much as possible their appearance? Said the captain.
“I will try my best” said ‘Lottie’ I think they were like so…"
A scribe copies and prints the wanted poster of the party enmasse for distribution in an office window and an officer stationed in the watch tower, activates the alarm and a squawker begins flying into the sky, KA-KA-KA it repeats and the noise permeates through the area alerting for the goons to gather quickly assembling in the courtyard, kneeling to the floor as Baroness Areya burst through her manor doors furious at the commotion. A wanted poster containing attempted drawings and a description of the party members rushes through the air, heading in the direction of a neighbouring town:
Apprehend at all costs, enemies of the Coch estate.
Tall athletic middle-aged man with notably neat and tidy black hair, eastern combat garb, loose with a black cloth material, carried a rapier. Terran/Huum likely a pranser
Middle aged woman: Face was hidden, long thick hair, amber in colour, Sillva scale plate mail, wielded a flail and shield also carried a sword openly. Terran/Huum likely a knight-based class
Middle aged man: Terran/Huum, boofal leather attire with modified additional armour plates, dirty blonde hair notably sun-bleached highlights. Wore distinctive hand wraps and appeared to carry multiple weapons, was last seen with daggers. Class unknown
Young man: Faded red Boofal leather attire, makeshift pixaye glass bowl helmet, taupe brown hair, half Dornam/half Scaq, crossbow wielder possible ranger.
Young teenager: Haberdashphylacterist, race unidentifiable, brown hat, concealed appearance, carried a Hibikan white wand with a pearlescent crystal embedded at the crown, short, notable art use observed, likely extremely dangerous.
Young girl: blue hair, short, appeared to be some sort of captive or slave to the party.
‘Lottie’ is seen being tended to by several mages as they attempt to heal her awful wounds, whilst she screams in apparent agony to the people around her. Internally however, Affilan is the most exquisite of ecstasy as the pain sends her to new heights of pleasure she hasn’t felt in a long time. AMAZING, SALT AND BURN ME YOU CRETINS she wanted to say aloud.
