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The Final Hour RP
Forum-Index → Roleplay → The Final Hour RPCath blinked suddenly. She had a devious idea, but decided to hold on to it for a rainy day. "My apologies Your Magisty, I was quite out of line." She shot daggers at Atticus for his tea party comment.
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Scarlett's smiles crashes, immediate pain and fear registering. She knew he would come looking. But now where was he?
Queen Lily looks at Cath. "I fully agree, although I may have different ideas than you. I don't think it's fair that the dark magicians had to move out and create their own kingdom. It's not their fault that they were controlled through their magic - Magic type is a life choice, and is neither good nor evil, unless intended for that purpose."
Practicing dark magic was rarely a choice anymore. Because who in their right mind would practice dark magic when they could practice light? She hid a dark smile when the queen mentioned control.
There were two types of magicians that didn't accept Lord Ravenor's kingdom as their rightful diasporic homeland. First were those who believed in the demon king as the one true ruler of the shadows. And the second group were those who believed Lord Ravenor's rule did not have the best interest of their people in mind.
Cath on the other hand, had a third reason unique to her. Bit of course, she wasn't about to go running her mouth in front of the Queen and Light Court Magician.
"What can we do to help, your majesty?" She said simply, evenly, emotionlessly.
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Ayran walked into one, hoping to grab some information. But he did not expect that the moment he sat down, a huge commotion was going to happen.
Right across the bar, are two burly man, on the floor fighting each other, fist hitting the others jaw, and knee hitting adnoman. People surrounded the fight cheering, and shouting, betting on whos going to win.
Ayran stilled, before lowering his head, and took a sip of his beer deep in thought.
The livings still hasn't changed, no matter how long civilization has been moving forward, or how advanced we people are, these fights still happen.
Now this remind him.. many centuries ago, perhaps it was almost 1000 years now, since they first met.
Ayran looked at the petty fight across the room once again, but his eyes, weren't focused on the people, he wasn't cheering like everyone else is, it almost seemed like he was looking right through the people.
Almost a 1000 years ago, in a different bar, that probably doesn't exist anymore, a similar fight happened. But it was much messier, and much more brutal.
1000 years ago:
"STOP THIS!" a short pink haired women shouted.
But that shout when unheard of, when it entered the ears of the 2 mens on the floor, tackling each other. on the top was a silver-ish blue haired men, with shoulder length hair tied in a pony tail, on the bottom, was a golden haired gentlemen.
Why they were fighting, the women doesn't know, but between the two boys, they used to know exactly why they were fighting, but now it seemed like they forgot, cause the only thing on their mind was that, they needed to be the winner of this fight.
Or else their pride as a man will be lost.
She rules out a map, moving on, but clearly not done with that topic. "Here," she points to a marker on the border of the marked kingdom lands. "Is the neutral zone. King Ravenor's adviser will be there to meet with us. We'll bring with use a few Scarlett Lilies as a bribe. Try to not offend anyone?"
Scarlett began to wonder the town after saying goodbye to Silvana and Noel. "Come back anytime!" Silvana had said.
She felt lost- and sick- for losing Ayran. It was almost as if a huge wall had come between them, and she didn't know how to break it. Still wearing her mask, she walked into a bar and sat down, knocking a few shots back. It wasn't that big of a deal - Legal drinking age was 16, in human age, and as far as she knew, she was about 70, at least.
A man walked up to her, eyeing her briefly. "You look like a pool player."
She looked at him dutifully. "You don't want to play me." He laughed. And then got his @s$ kicked. "I was just warming up," he grumbles, as Scarlett leaned on her pool stick. "How about we make this interesting." Scarlett's ears pricked up. She loved a good bet. "You win, I'll give you two thousand trochi. If I win, you're coming home with me tonight."
Scarlett's immediate response was to walk away, disgusted, but she tamped it down. 200 trochi could buy her a new 'assassin' outfit, complete with basic runes for protection and healing - Imagine what she could do with two thousand!
"You're on, old man." She leans over and strikes the cue ball.
Cath would need to better keep her emotions in check. Ever since the Blood Moon, she had been... off. Melvin had stolen her magic, and one of her friends(?) was trying to destroy the world. She supposed that gave her a temporary pass, but time was up.
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