The Throne... Roleplay Thread

He stands up and faces Andrew
“Would you like some help? I’m sure I can do almost anything to help my dear friend”

A: No, no , it’s fine. I’ll go solo.

“If you’re sure… I honestly don’t mind as it would save you time. I already owe you for the treat you gave to me. It meant a lot”
He smiles at the man, wanting him to be able to ask for help

“If you want. I’ll even get my pets to stay here and I can go alone with you so I can concentrate on talking to you”

Lyndas hears Mithras… somewhere…

“I… hear you… ‘My lord’… Hehe!?”
“I want to hear you… scream… Just like how you screamed from my mother’s mouth… hehe…”

“I found you…”

A: The place i’m going to , I’d rather have it not be revealed.

He gets up and leaves towards his house.


Lyndas hears one voice and one only , saying.

“Pain will only come. Present. On Venture.”

“Pain? What pain? Your pain is what I want… hehe…”

She smashes into the house, not possible for a girl this young. She begins rampaging at the house.

(nani which house)

“I hear you…”
(The one with Annebelle+Grea)

(She would go to the forest if her goal were to kill you.)

Grea wrapped her wings around Annebelle to protect her. G:“Someone’s coming.” A:"…I…Grea…" G:“I’ll get rid of them. Stay right here.” Grea went up the stairs of the basement, looking at Abigail. “You were at the shop…”

(GODDAMIT LYNDAS)

Andrew is not aware. He only is approaching his house.

Lyndas hears another voice.

“Redundant.”

“You… have the scent… of the cult… hehe…”
“Let your friend go… or else… Abigail will be sad… you know… hehe?”

“…” Grea shrugged. “I don’t want to let her go. She’s fine down there.”

He sees the smashed wall.

A: Mithras , help me.

He runs into the house.


The shadows attempt to move away from the Prince

“Abi will be sad…”
She zooms in on Grea. “Mithras, Let her go.”
Her eyes shined red, and for a brief moment it seemed to work, but it was an incomplete chant, only Abigail knew how it worked.

“Urgh!” She clutches her head, struggling to maintain her consciousness.

“I still… have to kill… cultists… ehe… he…”

She falls down onto the ground, unconscious.

Andrew enters the basement
A: Good grief.

A: Sigh Grea , start the ri-
A: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!

The shadowy figure now makes an escape in the open.

“Annebelle is in the basement as you ordered.” She looked down in disgust at abigail. “I won’t let you harm the true gods…”

The prince takes note of the figure. He proceeds to clear the flames with his sword.

“I shall report this to my father.” He salutes and moves on. @Nerbins