|
|
|
|
|
a-disgruntled-dragon rolled 1 100-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-100)
|
|
|
 Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 1:31 am
In one last grand attempt before she went to call in reinforcements, Asuna flew straight for the Heir's head and screamed into their ear as loud as her throat could hand.
"ENOUGH!"
[ HP: 534 / 1000 ]
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
a-disgruntled-dragon rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
|
Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 1:32 am
Quite suddenly and unexpectedly, the Heir returned to their humanoid form, finally calmed and soothed. Hopefully for the last time. Asuna said nothing, glaring daggers at the Heir while lowkey snarling between her teeth, and pointed to the Embassy.
"Go directly home to the Dusk. Do not pass the Embassy. Do not collect your two hundred trophies," said the War Horsewoman with a very thick undertone of "do not test me, do not push me I have seen things I will use as blackmail against you".
The Heir dejectedly walked to the embassy to go home, and vanished from sight.
Finally...
[ Roll 3 ]
[ HP: 534 / 1000 ]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
a-disgruntled-dragon rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 1:34 am
Quote: A rioting mob storms the doors, there are literal torches and pitchforks being waved about. It's actually kind of charming, but this is no time for nostalgic remembrance! Fight them off, persuade them, or barricade the building. Roll 1d4 - even is successful, odd is a failure. Failure costs the embassy 250 HP
Asuna turned to the rioting mob that stormed up the stairs some time later. How charming, torches and pitchforks. War brought out the best in people... She reminised, ever so slightly, then stared them down. She had changed out of the 'sweater' and into her combat regalia, because, and she quote, 'If another heir goes postal, I am not standing here in a 'sweater' in this heat trying to calm them down.'
"If you do not want to die and have a rib of yours added to my trophy belt, leave now. Otherwise, I am happy to end your miserable lives right here on my doorstep," said the War Executioner, fingering the shortsword hilt on her hip and the belt of bones across her waist.
Needless to say, the riot did not last very long.
[ HP: 534 / 1000 ]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 3:16 am
Asuna returned to the main embassy building some hours later, tossing a report on the desk, and storming out with not so much a word to anyone.
Report Abandon Arizona. Let it burn. No one should live in that heat. Not even humans.
[ Job Complete! ][ WC: 1346 ]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
