The Throne... Roleplay Thread

Roleplaying
#4144

There seems to be a barrier that does not allow you to get close to her. You feel like you have slammed into a wall.

“MASTER Gerald… WANTS BLOOD…” She mechanically speaks.
She turns to face Ezura. Emotion was not shown on her face. There is a terrible blankness in her eyes.
“Enough… Blood… RETURN…”
She disappears, her magic leaving no scant of presence.

She seemed to be surrounded by a dark aura… what was that, you may wonder…

The flames relishing in the wooden houses suddenly gave way, dying out as if jets of water had come upon them.

#4145

E: …
E: No…
Ezura falls to her knees.
E: Gerald… Gerald… You will pay.

#4146

@Strangle
“Report in.”

#4147

???: Where is Rosal?

#4148

“An obedient puppet, she is.” A snicker from his lips.

Gerald looks at the girl, who stands mechanically at attention. The blood comes out of her and into the many jars spread out in front of him.

“Oh dear… Using blood magic… how unusually effective… to even get one of such potential! Targetting the child of Selwynn was a wise choice. Ah… Hahahaha!”

“Let me go!” Semma cried out. She struggled futively at her bindings. The pool of blood lay below, being held fresh by dark taint.

The man in front of her cackled in insane laughter, and slowly lowered her into the huge barrel of blood, an improvisation of his “wealthiness”.

Slowly but surely, she was lowered into the barrel.
“You won’t get away with this! Gr… Gah!”
It’s getting hard… to think… What… what’s going to happen to… ah…

“Urgh… you… what are you doing… to… me…?”
Her voice got weaker by the second. She was waist deep now.

“Now now, calm down. All will be clear soon.” Gerald smiles, putting the girl’s chin up.

“Gh…”
I… can’t… think… I… I…
The blood was at her neck now.

“Still struggling? A fine specimen indeed.”

Weiss… Help… Me… please… He…lp…

The blood took over the girl. Completely submerging her.

The man pours a bottle of blood, his blood into the mixture of blood.

You now belong to me.

#4149

(oo long message)

#4150

(Backstory! Who doesn’t love backstories?)

#4151

E: You! Who are you?

R: Andrew , something seems off.
A: Off?
R: Don’t you feel it?
A: No?
R: The amount of magic present spiked immensely , and too quickly for my tastes. I’m gonna check it out.
A: Ok… don’t die.
R: Can’t guarantee that. hehe.
She disappears , leaving a bed of petals.

#4152

You see a projection of Gerald.
“A mere paltry who wishes themselves power. My dear.”

A fireball falls onto the projection, who handly is not fazed by the attack.

“GERALD!”

#4153

???: Where is Rosal?
Pirate: Who’s Rosal?
???: Argh!
He kicks the pirate in the gut. The pirate reels from shock.
Pirate: Ow!
The pirate loses his footing and falls. As that happens , the man summons a spear and impales the pirate.
???: Where. Is. Rosal?
???: Don’t make me kill you all.

#4154

(The big bad is named “Gerald”… Wow.)

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#4155

Ezura looks for the owner of the voice.

#4156

“ahem”
Derioplis appears behind him.

#4157

???: …
???: What do you want, old man?

#4158

D: “Nothing much. I’m just here to help. Where is this “Rosal”?”

#4159

“I don’t go by that name… fool.”

“GIVE ME BACK MY SISTER!”
A man with blonde hair rushes towards the projection. He reaches out his left hand, a necklace glowing.

The projection dodges.
A fire burns in his left hand…

“You sullied my pants… Selwynn child.” His pants were burnt by the glove. “You will be next, to reunite with your sister.”

The projection disappears.

“…”

#4160

E: No you don’t.

#4161

???: I-I can’t seem to tell. Rosal is a master of trickery, so who knows who she could really be.

#4162

The man, wearing a wizard coat and wielding a weird tome, looks down and slams his fist on the ground.

#4163

D: “…THEN WHY ARE YOU ASKING A BUNCH OF PIRATES?! AND He accidentally steps on the body of the dead one. …Why did you kill this man?”