Her scream stops as she falls back into the darkness… Grea grabs Abigael’s throat and lifts her up. G:“You cannot compromise our cause.”
“…” As Grea lands her hand on Abigail, an internal switch inside her switched. She starts screaming in pain. She closes her eyes, unable to endure the pain…
However, Lyndas opens her eyes.
“Ehehe… my Abi…”
A: Darn it. Grea , create a distraction! I’ll create another ritual.
Annebelle is tied up on the table , unable to move.
A: Another rushed one… darn.
Andrew takes out his Ceremonial bloodstaff and chants:
A: Fijul codeilis simparnum Mithrasek et Corasex HABRENAS!
After this, Annebelle can feel nothing.
“…grmph.” She held Lynda’s throat tighter. “Don’t move.”
A:“No…stop…I don’t…want…”
Lyndas forces the hands away from her throat, much to the ex-mercenary’s surprise.
“Don’t move…? Ehe…”
“Abigail is going to be sad…”
She throws a mist of herbs at your face, blinding you.
She runs towards Andrew.
Grea puts her hand on her head, trying to swipe away the herbs. Blind again. In the void…
Annebell’s movement halted. Annebelle’s sight stopped. She could only gaze into the void . The void stared back. Her hair seemed to pale , in the most disgusting of ways. Her eyes seemed to fade away. Then there was silence. Her mind seemed to filled with thoughts of Mithras and Corax. It was the only thing she could think of. Only one word was said by the void.
“Defend.”
Her body started to rapidly convulse.
Andrew sees Lyndas
A: Damned woman!
He sends more blood out his hands , this time in missiles
The blood does not seem to affect Lyndas. Why though?
“I’ll see you… and come back for Abigail’s… friends… Ehe.”
“Mithras can’t take it away… it can’t… it knows… Ehe…”
She pushes Andrew aside and runs out of the building.
“Sorry Abigail, I must keep you safe… Ehe…”
“…” Annebelle did her best to resist. She wasn’t able to fight off the conversion… but Something remained, deep in her blackened mind…Something precious. (Same)
“…yes.” She stood up, running a hand through her hair. “How can I help with that, leader?”
A: I’ll deal with it. Don’t sweat it. Take a pillow from out a chest and sleep or something. It’'s been a looooong day.
“Yes.” …she stopped for a second as an unknown thought crossed her mind. “…together…” She shrugged it off and searched one of the chest for a pillow. “I could sleep right here, on the ground, if it’s necessary.”
A: Don’t sleep here, don’t disturb the aura here.
He stops talking , and starts to attach smashed terrain back into its original place.
She nodded and went up to the house. Laying down on the floor and looking at the ceiling. “Grea…” she blinked quickly. It wasn’t corax…but…who else…?
Reginald goes to the prison to see the other prince. “Nigel! Are you here? If you can hear me, call out!”
A: Freaking interrupters giving me incomplete rituals. Now i’ll have to conjure a memory regeneration spell…