forum "Loud Thieves, Clumsy Princesses, Kleptomaniac Witches and Pyromaniacal Knights"

Started April 25, 2023 by @lord-of-the-carnival group

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The being is right in front of Naveil again.

"I just want to see you admit it." it says quietly. "I like knowledge, and this knowledge seems particularly useful. Admit you are afraid, Naveil Sharpstone. I want to see that confidence leave you as you realise all your hopes, all of that pride, are false, easily washed away like grains of sand on a beach. I want to see your face fall as you realise you are a fake. Because yes, I may know it already. But it makes it so much more. . . real. . . when someone acknowledges it."

Aibhe wasn't really surprised when their spellbook was knocked out of their hands, but they were surprised about how fast they were processing things. They couldn't decide what to do. So they sat down, looking back towards the readers. they didn't speak out loud this time, instead thinking their thoughts loudly. It's almost funny how chaotic it is right now. Does anyone know what the think that stole my spellbook is?

Sharpstone..? That was… an old name. An old name that brought back bitter, bitter memories.
No. No. He wouldn't admit to anything. Because what was there to admit to? He wasn't afraid. He wasn't, he wasn't, he was not afraid.
…
He was very much afraid.
"…Fine then, Creep. Is… is that all?"

"Only until the sun sighs." the being says.

Naveil took a step back. His pride was wounded, yes, but he'd still prefer to avoid any actual wounds.
"…And what would you happen to have in mind for me?"

The being tilts its head.

"Until then? Just remember this moment. Remember everything."

That's… not what he asked. But it'd be better not to fight it.
Naveil would remember this, alright. And he'd remember to deal it back to this… monster tenfold. But for now? He held his tongue. He thought about every swear he knew, and about ripping something - or someone - to shreds.

The being chuckles.

"Quite the impressive vocabulary. I may have actually learned a new swearword from that."

Aibhe was mad that they were being ignored.

Aibhe was surprised at the random question, and the knowledge into the future.

(I'm not sure…)

OH! The readers could hear each other. That made sense.

Naveil gave an unamused grunt. What did this thing want from him? Just to embarrass him? Was that it?
Another step back. He was considering running, honestly, but the way it… phased up onto the tree branch? Yeah, right. That'd be a great way to end up running directly into it. Another step back.
The others in the clearing seemed… lifeless. All sitting and staring and not acknowledging the moving pile of night sky that was very much threatening him. He'd get payback on them, too. Later.
"You say you know everything, so here's a question: where am I?"

Maria let Caladium up, but didn't take her eyes off them. "Watch yourself," she whispered, "some of these people still believe your innocent… wouldn't want to prove them wrong yet now, would we?" Maria kept her dagger out, angling it so only Caladium could see it, as if to make a point–haha point, I'm so funny,– to Caladium that she was watching them.

Andreas stares at the being from the bench on the side. He had been sitting for a bit, as the being had not noticed him for some reason. It wasn't a star-born or anything he recognized. It was annoying him though, with how it was acting. Andreas began to summon an astral bow and arrow, and aimed straight at the back of the things head.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Maria said quietly to Andreas, "you wouldn't be able to kill it anyways, and there are retributions for attempting."

Andreas snorts. "Yeah, yeah. Great consequences for breaching the laws of reality or some crud like that. I don't care, I feel like punching the big eldritch lug in the face, or at least hitting him with an arrow." He lets loose the arrow, firing at the strange being.