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"they spelled my name wrong :(" said veluc

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THE MASTER SWORDSMAN AND KNIGHT OF THE EMPIRE smirked a smug smirk, perhaps the smuggest as the bodies of the daemons were hoisted up to hang from the EMPIRE TREE. “So daemons do bleed.” He further commented as he crossed his arms, the new plate of a Dragon Knight clanking together as he raised his fingers towards his cigarette for a drag. "Just another day's work..."

 

 

 

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Maddock didn't like the Empire...but he almost certainly sided against darkspawn every day of the week. He goes to read up on Daemons.

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26 minutes ago, rigorous said:

V: BOUNTY ON CHIMERA
On orders of the High Inquisitor Imran and Dragon Knight, Inquisitor Sir Vaughn a bounty of 200 MINA IN FARTHINGS is to be placed on the head of ringleader ‘CHIMERA.’ Information that will lead to the capture of execution of ‘CHIMERA’ or their allies will be paid in turn.

In caverns, in caves, across empty fields beneath the moonless nights, 

 

drums echo, banners flutter in the wind. 

 

The tune marches on, arrogant pride upon the cloud of dust gone before sunrise.

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"Finally, some good ******* news." commented the Emperor.

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An assassin named Zilvira nurses boredom by listening to the publicly decreed dossier from a gloomy alley in Alba. A familiar name caused her to listen with sharper ears-- Miluil. It all clicked. A hollow chuckle, like wind through bone was enjoyed, somehow eerily warm. 

"My, my my. I knew this contract smelled of sulfur. Demons, really? You're eager to rush to your demise, aren't you? Tsk tsk, Miluil, I'm disappointed. They’re onto you like hounds. If she lives.. perhaps we'll find a suitable use for her yet. The desperate are so pliable after all. I'll be her seamstress, and stitch her back together after the hounds mangle her. All in your name, your purpose, Mother of Webs-- always.”

 

 

The Little Spider hooded herself with her trusty spidersilk cloak, and she couldn't fight the unfightable grin that crept over her lips. It rose when she thought about the bloody days to come, and the screams that will rip through the night— demon or otherwise.. 

"D'aw.. murder, conspiracy, demon slaying.. it’s just like home! I wonder- will the Duke be clever enough to keep his entrails inside? Or is he just a bloody paste in the making? We'll know, soon enough.. kekeke..

 

 

As if never even there, Zilvira disappeared into the shadows. 

 

 

 

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The Chimera paced his home. Lurking like a shadow in his own halls, vision clouded by hatred and malice. A simple outing it was meant to be, ruined by one person's refusal to obey. Moreover, this was failure in a mission - Something unexpected, something that had never happened before. And he could not stand it. Those who knew of his home would find it in ruins, the walls marred with deep cuts, candles squashed upon the floor. Blood spilled in the main halls, ritual after ritual after ritual of failure, like a man driven mad for success. They - the one to fail him so deeply - would become more obedient. Better behaved, he decided. He would break them and grind their bones into a shape more befitting them as punishment. Perhaps a donkey. But first, a message would have to be sent to those humans whom he loved so dearly.

 

The Chimera gets to work. Those of Alba should expect a gift, soon enough.

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Ser Leif Whitewood scanned the missive, recognizing the alias of this demon from previous attacks on his family. "It's about damn time this demon gets what's coming to him." 

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Aurelia Emilija slowly reads the missive, her fingers traced the paper like a dance. - She was sure this day would come, soon or later, is how people work. Lia knows, regardless of that, she made the right choice.

 

"Useless... seeking unnecessary fights with those who are beyond understanding. People have a terrible habit of getting into trouble, willingly. When they could just... Nevermind."

 

The woman sighs, nodding and letting the paper where it belongs. 

"It seems that not everyone is as brave as me."

 

 

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A squire with flame-orange hair looked over the dossier, his lone ocean hue committing everything to memory, especially the names of the daemons. A smile would grow across his face before he signed the Lorraine Cross and closed his eye to pray, his fingers coiling around a rosary wrought of gleaming silver as onyx-black beads clattered against each other while draping over his entwined hands.
 

A prayer to Almighty GOD was murmured in the native tongue of the Franklands before Aviel Helfgott rose his head, hands still wrapping around the pious icon as he looked over his gear to make sure he would be ready.


The Helfgott thus donned the cross necklace once more and procured a volume from his copy of the Bestia Collectia collection off the bookshelf and started to read…

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The Kharajyr slams his hands down on the table, frustrated; "DEMONS! Not DAEMONS! Stupid bastards can't even get the write term!"

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1 hour ago, Skelepathic said:

Stupid bastards can't even get the write term!

 

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