forum The King Welcomes You~ Revive (Group RP, Closed, Mature, DEAD)

Started November 06, 2021 by @Serpentess health_and_safety language

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(Yeah, sorry!)

Vē'Êtherñøth chuckles. "Fair enough."

Cass walks around all the entrances to the castle, her senses attuned to the slightest noises, scents and feelings. She keeps an "eye" out for any suspicious behaviours.

Vocivus goes to Sanguis and kneels. "My lord."

Sanguis, being partly asleep, doesn't react. Tina on the other hand gets up and looks at Vocivus.

"Took you long enough." she says.

Vocivus snorts. "Shut it, whore."

"No, I don't think I will." Tina laughs.

Vocivus sighs and turns away.

(You’re good)

On’nyosh snorted in amusement then tossed his hat to the far side of the bed, leaning his head on Vē'Êtherñøth’s shoulder. His shivers slowly died down and his thoughts soon drifted lazily, no longer focusing on the sight of a black void.

Eventually, he wrapped his arms around Vē'Êtherñøth, one hand unconsciously drifting to cradle her breast as his other held her side. He dozed off shortly afterward, content in Vē'Êtherñøth’s arms.

Marithen eventually found Esmeralda in the kitchens, helping some of the cooks pack supplies. He breathed a sigh of relief.

“Marithen? What happened? We heard a ruckus, but didn’t dare go to check,”Esmeralda asked.

“Um… Cassiel fought the Baron… and drove him off. She’s currently guarding all the castle entrances. Her eyes are terrifying to look at,”Marithen explained.

Esmeralda paused and moved over to him, cradling his face. He smiled timidly.

“Obviously there’s some detail we don’t know yet, but, Cass is on our side. If she can scare off the Baron, then that is a very good thing,”Esmeralda comforted.

Marithen took a deep breath and nodded. Esmeralda let him go and gestured toward the others.

“Since you’re here, you can help us. Even though we probably won’t need to, I still believe it’s best if we pack for a long journey. A precaution in case something goes wrong,”she said.

Marithen nodded in agreement, glad to assist in any way he could.

(Eep! Keep on meaning to try and respond here, but every time I get the chance, someone somewhere has replied to another RP or chat I'm in, lmao! Oh, the joys of doing too many things at once!)
(Also, quick little sidenote: I keep over 20 Notebook tabs open to keep track of all my shit, lmao!)

Vē'Êtherñøth listens to On'nyosh's steady breathing, smiling. He was indeed scared…

Cassiel's eyes eventually return to normal as she guards the castle. She, being a child of an Elder, could split her form, which was the only reason she was physically capable of guarding the entire castle. She realizes that the king must have been terrified as well, and grins to herself. Well, there's no hiding it anymore. They know somethings up.

Vocivus turns his focus to the king of Ethrin. He smiles cruelly, then posesses Marithen's mind, forcing him to attack his queen. Tina watches in fascination. Sanguis continues to remain half-asleep, healing his mind and growing his strength.

(I also noticed that Cassiel just got really dark, lmao!)
(And I honestly flipped a coin for the fight between Marithen and Esmeralda, so yeah)
(The contrast here is fucking astonishing, lmao!)

On’nyosh occasionally made soft snoring sounds as he slept. Otherwise, he was quiet and peaceful.

Marithen was helping Esmeralda and the cooks when he sensed something in his head. He straightened in confusion.

“Es…”

He was trying to ask if Esmeralda had sensed the same thing, but it quickly overwhelmed him and he seemed to slip into a deep sleep.

Esmeralda turned when Marithen straightened, noting his confused look. Though, when she noticed anger appear on his face, she knew something was wrong.

Marithen abruptly snatched a large cleaver and charged at Esmeralda. She shrieked, calling on her magical abilities and shooting a blast of hot water at him. Marithen dodged and slashed at her, cutting a long gash along her arm and collarbone. Esmeralda yelped in pain, stumbling backward.

The cooks scattered, screaming and calling for help. Esmeralda tried to follow, but tripped on fallen bags of food. Marithen stalked after her, seeming oblivious to the cooks as he glared at Esmeralda.

“Please, Marithen, my love! Stop this!”Esmeralda cried, readying another spell.

Marithen snorted, then brutally stomped on her leg, her knee loudly cracking. Esmeralda screamed, the spell instantly failing.

A cruel grin lifted Marithen’s lips and he kneeled, one foot holding Esmeralda down as his arm rose, cleaver poised to chop into her neck. Esmeralda couldn’t do anything to stop him.

(Yeah, she really did, didn't she?)
(Lmao, I do that all the time. It's difficult to make a choice, lmao!)
(Yeah, it really is, isn't it?)

Cass sensed… something… was off. She scoured the castle, the kitchen being the last thing she checked. What she found there was a horrifying scene: Marithen pinning Esmeralda down, a cleaver in his hand, ready to strike his wife. She exploded into action, her eyes turning black, hair turning red and skin turning a redish-black, a red crown appearing on her head as she summons the Blood Thorn, her rapier, and runs Marithen through with it.

Vocivus felt the death of his subject and snarled. Damn it… Cassiel, always ruining my fun. he snarls in his head, getting up, his signature purple turning crimson, a stark contrast against his skin. Tina watches in amusement. "Did someone just ruin your fun, Vocivus?"

Vocivus turns and snarls at Tina while she cackles. Sanguis opens one eye and growls, loudly, shutting Vocivus and Tina up.

(Yeah, I can definitely get that. Coin flipping is sometimes so much easier, lmao!)
(Both, lmao!)

Marithen gasped as the rapier ripped through him, and the cleaver slipped from his fingers, falling to the floor.

“E… Esm…”

He sputtered a few times, then collapsed on the floor, his leg stretching out across Esmeralda, eyes staring lifelessly ahead.

Esmeralda watched in horror as Cassiel killed Marithen. She then cried out when he fell.

“Marithen! No. No! Please, Marithen!”she called, holding and tugging on his leg.

Tears welled in her eyes as she gazed at his unmoving body, then she leaned down, pressing her forehead against his knee, whimpering and crying. Blood covered most of her wounded shoulder, but she didn’t care.