The king’s chambers is empty. Clearly the king has not been crowned. Yet.
“My lady, Prince Falone is at the Royal Origin.” The guard says.
(wait what ok oops)
E: Thank you. I must’ve been mistaken.
E: She walks over to the Royal Origin.
(wait whats a royal origin :P)
(It’s actually the place where the first king lived before he led his troops to form the kingdom of Adiart)
(In the eastern forest of Adiart, a small hut in the middle of the vast green plains. It is surrounded by trees, and the plains are somehow nicely cut.)
You see Falone outside the hut.
“This… isn’t good…”
“Too many voices… I have to go out…”
She runs towards the forest, covering her ears as she goes. @Nerbins
E: I have had word that Lady Kathrine has become an ally of the Cult. I confronted her and asked her to explain , but things only turned downhill from there. I trust that you know who she really is.
E: I was on my way to retrieve a report from the Observer that lives near the forest , when I heard this man who was praising this seemingly new Cult. After some questioning, I got a name , Kathrine. I found her near a store, and asked her to explain herself. She attempted to silence me , but it failed. We fought in the castle halls , Prince. I only barely came out with my life. But in that battle , I saw her true form , Prince. She is not any ordinary person. She is a reaper. Not any ordinary reaper. She’s Death itself.
“I will speak with Kathrine. You are not to tell anyone of this.” Falone orders.
The prince seems to know something you don’t.
E: Thank you , Prince.
She bowed , before slamming her staff into the ground , creating a portal which she walked into. After , it promptly closed.
E(thinking): Something’s off , and I can’t tell what…
Glass and Flame were in the hut. Looking through to the training grounds. F:“I Wonder…” G:“He evidently wants to make us fighters. Probably his own personal bodyguards.”
Falone walks in, the maid going backwards.
“Indeed, I am. You do have a sharp wit around you.”
“But you both must become strong, for that third condition still stands. Only when you get strong enough, will that third condition activate.” The prince sighs.
“The third…”
You hear a commotion. A blue haired lady holding a sheathed sword and a man in rich clothing seem to be bickering.
“You clearly written 300 gold pieces on this contract! I need that gold to feed my family!” She shouts, her exasperation feeling the air.
“No, you are supposed to protect me from attacks, plus we have not reached Adiart yet.” The man shouts. Whispers start arising…
“That rich man is lying…”
“Argh! You nobles and your ilk! I am not getting another job from such people!” She hollers. “I, WANT, MY, PAYMENT.”
G:“Let me guess. You want us to kill someone in particular, then.” F:"…" Glass looked up at he king. G:“I’d say you wouldn’t trust ordinary assassins for it, because they might betray you. Prehaps someone they wouldn’t want to kill…hmh.” F:“Glass… how do you know all this…?” G:“Because unlike you, I used my time in prison to think, and not feel.”