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 Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 3:57 pm
Melethia got on her knees. She lifted his head up to her face.
"Renault...You knew what was going to happen to you if something like this wasn't done. Maybe not so drastic...but...I knew it wasn't you. I knew you didn't plan any of this. I knew what you wanted to do." She pulled Renault closer to her and gave him a hug. "That mask had control of you..." She was mostly still and let him cry.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 4:03 pm
"You can't blame yourself. Blaming yourself and falling into depression, it won't change anything.
You have to look →forward→. Remember what you have here now.
Just think; if you hadn't come here, you wouldn't have met anyone here from Elibe or anywhere else!" XXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{Amelia}Amelia was trembling all over as she watched her father look at the small crowd around him, her chest stabbing at her more painfully at the sight of his own sadness. The Spear stayed where it was at the edge of the balcony, still not quite getting enough momentum to roll off of the edge and down to the ground below.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... this isn't... I didn't want this..." Amelia watched him fall to his knees, his head lowering as the tears streamed endlessly. "I don't understand..."
Amelia collapsed before her father and wrapped her arms tightly around his chest. Her entire body shook, and she buried her face into the fabric of his shirt as her own tears fell. "I-I don't... understand, either... none of it..."
Her hand balled into a fist, and she hit her father's chest, still trembling. "Why did you d-do any of this? L-Leave in June... b-becoming a mo-morph..." Amelia struck her father's chest again, harder this time, but her hands were beginning to tremble too hard for there to be much emphasis behind any further strike. "Tu-Turning into this... a-and Kishuna!" Amelia pulled away from Renault enough to glare at him; tears were still coming down, but they didn't mar her voice now. "Kishuna is dying...! You've seen him! What's happened to him? He's... his strength, he looks like a skeleton... D-Dad, I don't..." She felt herself shaking again. She moved to hit him with her fist again, but her hand collapsed, palm pressing into his sternum. Amelia wrapped her arms tightly around him once more. "Why... ju-just tell us why..."
All she wanted now was to understand, to sleep... She wanted to be held, held by a father that had hurt her, but had returned. She just wanted to be reassured that he was going to stay this time. Let me be a little girl... just for a little while...  XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{Graceful Spear}XXXXXXXX"What... I mean is... Being a member of the holy order doesn't mean you can't put your own wants first sometimes. The goddess is supposed to be all‑forgiving, right? You've worked hard and you deserve to do some things that make you happy.
I think she'd forgive you for it."
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 4:06 pm
She got him. They got him. They made it just in time to save Renault. They pulled him up and away from the balcony. Away of what was supposed to be his death.
Isadora couldn't stop the tears flowing down her cheeks. It was a miracle. A miracle that this man was alive. She couldn't express her feelings toward this...
.. And yet, this was not what the paladin had wanted this miracle to happen. She didn't expect to battle against him. She didn't expect him to die. She couldn't bare to lose him again. She had suffered so much. She didn't want Renault out of her life again... Out of her life again? Could it be.... What was this feeling she had?
A mixture of feelings swarmed inside her. Yes, she did knew him for as long as she remembered, even before coming to Learania. And she did care deeply for him. What was it? Was this... Love she felt?
Before she thought about it, she heard Renault apologized before he fell to his knees. Isadora kneeled besides him and wrapped her arms around the Archbishop. Her tears still flooded down.
"It's okay, Renault. It's okay..." Isadora spoked concernly despite the shakingness in her voice. "Everything will be okay."
Isadora looked up at Renault. Her eyes were still wet with tears. Her heart was beating fast and hard as her body trembled. She unwrapped one of her arms. She raised her hand over his chest and...
SLAP!
There was a red hand mark on Renault face from the slap Isadora gave. Her shoulders were still trembling.
"Why?" Isadora spoke softly before it became louder and scornful. "Why, Renault? Why did you do this to us? Did you know how much you have made us grieve over you? Thinking that you were gone for good? How reckless are you?!"
Isadora stopped her cry as she jabbed her finger against the man's chest, jabbing after every question she spoke. "How dare you disappeared for who knows how many weeks for unknown reasons? How dare you being reckless when battling with the Heroes? How dare you've broken your promise with me not to die? How dare you left your responsibility on me after I told you not to get yourself killed? How dare you tried to battle out with Loki all by yourself and got yourself killed? How dare you didn't come back to us after that horrible battle with Loki? How dare you killed many people, whether they be criminals or our friends? How dare you play this twisted game upon us? And how dare you kiss me when disguising yourself as that insane assassin? I swear to St. Elimine. Harken may be reckless when he failed his mission to Lord Elbert, but you are ten times more reckless than he was!!"
The paladin let out another hard slap across Renault's face. She was breathing hard. Never had she felt so angry with her life. Even when some of the burdens she had carried had been lifted, she felt like she and the girls deserved an explanation to this horrible mess.
After releasing her tension, she felt herself deflated as she looked back at Renault's stunned face. Despite having the anger inside her, she couldn't stay mad and hate him for long. He just came back. Back to where he was before.
Isadora then wrapped her arms over Renault's shoulders, refusing to let go as if fear of losing him for the third time. She whispered softly in his ear. "Please don't do this anymore. You have no idea how much suffer you have put us through."
As much as she wanted to know what was going on. As much as she was unsure of whether to bring justice or not toward Renault for what he did. Even as to what would happened in the future, she did not care about it right now. All that matter was that Renault was back.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 4:26 pm
Neros contentedly rested his head on his arms. Well, there they had it. Renault was back and alive. However, the entity was not willing to say Renault was safe, and most certainly the three were not safe either. The show wasn't over quite yet.
He found himself most grateful that he hadn't arranged this whole thing. It was far more exciting this way — although he wished some things made a bit more sense. Oh well. Something brushed over the floor behind Neros, swishing left and right.
Neros wondered what would occur now. In all his time of existence, whether as Soren or as the creature he was now, he'd learned you couldn't accurately predict everything that was going to happen. Not even mystics could. But he did sense more trouble brewing, hovering threateningly in this place, permeating the study with a dark sensation of foreboding. Or maybe that was just him. Neros shrugged to himself.
He pushed himself onto his knees and hands, deeming it better to move into cover or something so he would not be spotted. Granted, there were some sensitive to presences in some way, so he was sure he wouldn't go entirely undetected. But Neros drew further back in the shadows, relying on his ears to tell him what was happening. He had to ready himself to move swiftly under any circumstance.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 5:28 pm
Quite the touching moment; Renault didn't move, but a look of slight relief came onto his face. But, before he could say anything, a rumble echoed from deep under the mansion, and the mansion itself shook, just a bit but enough to be noticed. A soft whine could be heard, and with a burst of red light Kishuna's form materialized into the room. He was still pale, but his face brightened a bit upon seeing Renault normal once again. "Good! You're just in time. He's loose. You don't have much time to escape."
Renault's face took on an expression of hate, and abject fear at the same time. "Ah... that's it. Goddess... I must apologize, but we will have to cut our reunion short," he told the three, getting to his feet. "If we don't leave now, none of us will make it out of here alive." He glanced off to the side - so they were ending this with everyone they'd started - and nodded to someone unseen. "Yes, you as well. I'd imagine you'd like to watch." He paused at the desk, reaching underneath to pull a hidden lever, then turned back long enough to take his daughter in his arms - she seemed to need him the most right now. "Amelia... I will protect you," he whispered. "Never again... nothing like this, ever again." And then he was moving, calling for the others to come, slamming through the door.
The hallway was there; the 'bodies' were not. They were gone. Strange, but no time to wonder about it. Through the next door, and into the main hall. It seemed all the floors had been an illusion. The 'bodies' here were gone too; and the room itself looked old and decrepit, that of a house long uninhabited. It seemed that the dark force in this house had been manipulating Renault's magic to create illusions...
In the meanwhile, when Renault had pulled that lever a set of doors had opened under the mansion; these doors were cell doors. And inside, six in all, sat the six who had accompanied the women into the mansion. Not dead? Hmm? How strange. Had their deaths simply been illusions too, to all including themselves? But, Renault's magic was not nearly powerful enough to create a death realistic enough to fool even those dying. Perhaps... but there was no time. The ground shook harder, heralding the approach of something dreadful. There was a set of stairs outside the cells leading out to the side of the porch; perhaps they should run now.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 5:49 pm
"You can't blame yourself. Blaming yourself and falling into depression, it won't change anything.
You have to look →forward→. Remember what you have here now.
Just think; if you hadn't come here, you wouldn't have met anyone here from Elibe or anywhere else!" XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{Amelia}Amelia didn't respond to Isadora's shouts, though the sound of each slap made her flinch. The worst part was that she couldn't deny anything the woman had said; every single angry exclamation was true. She didn't speak, though; she just held on tightly to her father's chest, the tears still falling. He was solid; he was there, he hadn't disappeared. Thank goodness. Thank goodness...
Amelia startled up as she heard Kishuna's voice, turning her head. He wasn't back to normal, but she could see the change. Just acting more energetic made him seem more like himself. "Uncle...! Who are you talking about...?" she breathed, eyes widening.
No one answered her, though; Renault got lost in thought, then started to usher them out. "If we don't leave now, none of us will make it out of here alive."
Amelia's face paled. She didn't really hear him talking to the unseen person to the side, but as she felt Renault's arms moving around her, she relaxed. "I will protect you. Never again... nothing like this, ever again."
Amelia didn't have to be told to follow him; she was sticking close to him, desperate to not let him leave her sight. The bodies in the hallway were gone. Dead bodies didn't up and walk away, this wasn't right. Amelia managed to get a look around the room, seeing no sign whatsoever of her fallen comrades as they were ushered to the main hall. And yet... it wasn't the same this time. The house seemed to be falling apart, abandoned for years. What had happened in the last ten minutes while they weren't in this room?
"I don't understand," Amelia whispered. Her arms tightened on her father. "What's going on? Is the front door still where it was before or do we leave through here? And what happened to them, they're... they're alive?" She looked around for Kishuna, still moving alongside the Saint. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{Graceful Spear}XXXXXXXX "What... I mean is... Being a member of the holy order doesn't mean you can't put your own wants first sometimes. The goddess is supposed to be all‑forgiving, right? You've worked hard and you deserve to do some things that make you happy.
I think she'd forgive you for it."
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 5:50 pm
This reunion would have stay like this forever if the mansion wasn't shaking. Isadora let go of Renault and stood up.
"What is going on?" Isadora asked. She wasn't sure what was causing it, but something told her that things were becoming worse. Suddenly, she saw a figure up ahead, informing that someone was loose and they didn't have time to escape.
"He's loose? Who are you talking about?" Isadora asked the figure. She wasn't sure what the morph was talking about this person. However, the paladin knew that they had to get out. They were at the top and they had to escape.
Isadora heard Renault spoke. She nodded as she followed him. He was right. They had to leave immediately. The paladin didn't picked up her weapon. She would get another spear. After all, the paladin still had her sword with her.
She followed Renault and Amelia through the room and into the hallway. As she looked, she was surprised to find the bodies of Roy and the Watch were gone. What happened? I swore I saw their bodies. Isadora thought confusingly. However, now wasn't the time to think. She and the others had to get out immediately.
The paladin ran down, following the Archbishop and his daughter with Melethia next to her. As they passed, Isadora noticed that the rooms were starting to change. Was before an illusion she saw?
As they reached to main hall, she saw Renault pulled the lever and the doors opened. Inside were Roy and the Watch, all perfectly in good condition. Isadora was getting confused by the minute. She swore that Roy and the others were killed.
"They're alive?" Isadora bewilderingly asked. "But how?"
The ground was getting worse. They had to escape. Having no time, the paladin helped one of the Watchmen to stand up and helped carried him to the exit. Isadora followed Renault along with the Watch and the girls with it. She didn't plan on dying in this wretched place.
"Renault, you've better explained what had happened after we get out.." Isadora shouted, helping the person to climb the stair. "Starting from that battle in the guildaversary to now."
She needed to know what was going on. She needed explanation. Of all the trouble and suffers that she and the others endured, she knew that they demanded an explanation to this.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 6:38 pm
I ain't givin' in,
no matter how hard th' fight
before me looks t' be!
>{Leon}< A memory.
That was the image that flashed before Leon, a far-gone memory that had been all but forgotten. It was now in his younger days, far before he even knew the words "Learania" and "Eyris."
He was a young Archanean again. Why he was seeing his twelve year old self train so diligently to be a squire and eventually a knight of legend once again, so very vividly, he couldn't fathom. Maybe it was true, that when a person died, their life flashed before them.
The young knight remembered this training session, and felt as if it were happening all over again. Swinging the axe, swinging until he couldn't swing any more... and exhaustion took him over. It was one of the many times Leon collapsed in his life.
As a boy back then, he was surprised to find the face of his own father staring down with genuine concern. The Leon of the present remembered his father as a man who was not overly mean or strict, but quiet. He was mistaken for cold, but certainly wasn't that... especially with what was now a look of concern on his face.
"Leonardo... you shouldn't push yourself so. You've done more than enough today..." the voice of Ranger Baron Ricardo said, gently, yet firm all at once. "Sharon and I were worried."
"I'm a man now, I'm becoming a knight!" retorted Leon's younger self. Looking back now, the adult Watch Lieutenant could only chuckle at a child's determination. "No one needs to worry about me any more!"
"You are... never too old to be worried about, Leonardo." Ricardo replied. "Remember, when others wrinkle their brow... it means they care, and that's a good thing. I believe you are well on your way to manhood, and accepting the help of others is a part of that." The serene baron stated, replacing a colder rag on his son's forehead.
"Fa-..."
"Father...." Leon muttered out loud in the present, unaware that Isadora, who's shoulder he was slung over had heard him along with the others. "Ah.."
It was then that the brown eyes fluttered open, and he saw the scenery moving. What was going on, wasn't he dead? How could he be in the 'material' world, and see it moving? Anri wasn't here... no, he was too low to be carried on horseback. Seeing familiar faces... one in particular startled him into realizing he was.. miraculously alive. "Father Renault?" He questioned, too dazed to think of more to say. Amelia's father was alive, he was alive, as were his comrades. It must have been an act of the Divine Hero that saved them all.>{Watch Lieutenant}< If ya just bel'eve, then...
ev'n if th' world be torn asunder,
vict'ry will be yers to hold!
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 8:37 pm
"I'll admit," Melethia stood up, "This has been a interesting time." She walked her way to the door, though her pace was a bit of a brisk walk. She knew something was going to happen. Part of her wanted to be around to see what. Part of her was following what Renault told her to do. She picked up the pace a little bit. She was more for getting out of here now.
"Something will come." She thought, "I am REALLY sure that isn't the last we saw that mask. Someone else will have that mask and the chaos will happen again. Everything will come full circle. Even if that mask is never found, trouble always seems to find us anyway. What is it that draws evil to us? Is it because we want to protect the people? Or is there some personal darkness that draws them to us? That is an answer I may never find out."
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 9:21 pm
Three cell doors opened. One stopped snoring and resumed cursing his self-confidence for being his "undoing", one was simply happy it hadn't been REAL furniture, and one stopped trying to pick the lock with now-broken lockpicks (apparently some cell doors were none too fond of lockpicks).
"Time t' leave, ev'ryone," Ghis yelled out, his boots slamming on the cobblestone floor and up the stairs to the outside. This being about the best advice anyone had heard from Ghis for a while, everyone else made their way for the exit.
Ghis paid no attention whatsoever to the "newcomer" as he hurried out--he'd seen Renault's face at least once, and knew that he was someone dear to FEF's household. He didn't KNOW Renault, but the fact that the three women seemed to know him well was enough for him.
Jin, on the other hand, turned his head.
Renault may have lost the mask and the hood...
But there's no mistaking those clothes. The same ones... this whole time, Tura was... one of them? That can't be, can it?
But no time to let suspicions rise. Perhaps it was for the best that the mansion was collapsing, and interrogation gave way to survival.
(By "everyone", I'm including all six of us that haven't already bolted. Just in case you weren't planning on making a "I'mma fleein' the mansion" post. Sorry if it bothers you.)
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Overlord of Night- Shadow
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 8:49 am
Necromancy. An art that, even among the skilled in elder magic was taboo, not to be used except in the direst of circumstances. Some among FEF would remember one; however, the boy prince Lyon had been but a novice student in the ancient art. In ancient Learania, powerful magics had run wild; one of these was known to the guild, that which had created the door. And Leander had been proof that magic in that time had been much more powerful.
But power corrupted, and the wills of evil men would bend and twist that to their own will. Death, and life. Then, as now, many people feared death, and sought ways to keep themselves from it. However, there were others who... embraced it, took it for their own, and manipulated it into unholy things that should never exist. One of the most powerful had been defeated, but never slain; his name was not spoken, for it was said that to speak it was to invite his wrath. He did not simply revive the dead; he himself had been dead for untold years, form kept moving by magical energies, continually growing and changing as he sought to become stronger.
And then, he had lost, and been sealed away. Many hundreds of years later, a mansion had been built over his unmarked crypt, and the first stirrings of people began to awaken him. And then they were dead, for the energies pervading the house were not to be withstood by mortal man. That is why, years later, a certain morph whose existance negates magic was able to live there peacefully. And then, a certain bishop we know well paid a visit, and from the basement floor retrieved a mask; a mask once worn by this necromancer to hide his rotting face. It had taken his energy into it, and for one accustomed to controlling the dead, how easy for him to control one whose very existence was dependent on the life force of those who had died! And so he had used him, manipulated him to bring those with great power here. And then they would die, and he would have them.
But no. It hadn't worked. The bishop seemed to be able to resist in some way. A shame. But, enough death and destruction had been wrought; these forms of bodies would serve. And now... it was time.
Through the front door. Onto the porch. Onto the yard. Renault collapsed, panting; his wounds hadn't disappeared since he'd come down the stairs. Looking back at the house, it was strange; the house wasn't moving, though the ground beneath it was. And then came a shriek, like a wail of a thousand souls screaming in agony. And the ground split open just in front of the house, a figure ascending stairs set deep underground.
It was hideous... an amalgation of rotting parts and dead limbs, bits and pieces from both human and animal, put together in a fashion that allowed them to be used. A leering face stared them down; there were five or six eyes in it. "Yeeees.... There will be more.... corpses..." The voice was a gurgle, as if it were drowning in something; yet at the same time other voices spoke from other parts of the body. Did it have multiple heads, as well? "Did you like my.... game? Let's play another..." And from the doors and windows of the house streamed the forms of the 'bodies' which had been hanging and lining the hall; it seemed they were in for a fight now.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 9:07 am
Melethia had gotten out of the house, safely. She stopped once a safe distance away. She then saw Renault collapse. She felt some guilt for not bringing a staff with her. She knew Renault had taken some good strikes from Amelia and Isadora.
Then came the shriek. Melethia covered her ears and turned to the house. She then saw the creature come from underground.
"What the hell is that thing!?" She yelled. She took a step back.
"Aw damn it!" She thought, "Why did I have to be right on this one. I don't even have a fire tome on me. Damn! What am I going to do!? I could stay by Renault and make sure he stays ok. Not much else I can REALLY do unless a fire tome magically falls from the sky." She took a few steps to Renault.
"Guys," She said, "I'll stay here and make sure Renault's ok. Because unless it magically rains fire tomes or staves, I really can't do much of anything else."
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 9:33 am
Isadora raced up the stairs, helping Leon to climb up. She wasn't sure how long the ceiling would collapse on them. They had to leave immediately.
Finally... They escaped through the opening. Over the porch they passed and onto the yard few feet away from the house. Isadora helped Leon sat down as she looked back at the house.
The house.... wasn't moving. But she could have sworn that the ground was shaking when they were in the house. What just happened? Was that an illusion.
Noticed that the Archbishop was bleeding from the stab she pierced, a small guilt came over her. She didn't mean to stab him. But how was she to know that it was him and not Tura? Isadora pulled out her Elixer from her pouch. She bend down besides him and held up the Elixer.
"Here... You need this to heal your wound." Isadora said. "And... I'm sorry for stabbing you. I didn't mean to do it."
She wanted to know what was happening. How was he alive and didn't came back to them? Everything after the Ragnarok battle was so confused to her.
Before she could speak, she heard a shriek. It came from the house. But everyone was out. They didn't leave anyone behind. Did they?
The ground split open and she gasped horrified of what she saw. A creature that was made of rotting human and animal parts. If the creature had an odor, it would have smelled horrible due to the rotting corpses. She heard the creature spoke, saying about more corpses. Then the creature asked them if they liked its game.
Suddenly, anger began to boil in her veins. Although she did not recognize that voice anymore, she figured who it was by the behavior: Tura. So he managed to find a way to fight them. Although the paladin was unsure how he did it, there was one thing she knew. She could kill the b*****d without worrying about hurting the enemy. What Tura possessed now was not a human or any race with a humanity heart. It was like she knew him all along: a monster.
Isadora whistled sharply and Tuomas came toward her. As she saddled up, she pulled something from behind her shield. It was a Brave Sword. However, this Brave Sword was old and different from other Brave Sword. It was Harken's Brave Sword that she had kept as a momentum after he left on his journey. Never would she thought she would use it unless dire situation. However, now would be the good time to use it.
She heard Melethia spoke, saying that she didn't have her tome with her. Isadora frowned. This was not what she expected from the dragoness, being unprepared for a battle. However, she was the only person who wasn't damaged from the illusions that Tura placed. "Make sure you'll do that and help Lord Roy and the Watch too. I don't know how long Amelia and I could hold up."
She then looked at Amelia. The paladin knew that Amelia had the same idea as she did: to finish him off. Isadora nodded to her determinedly.
Isadora then turned to Tura. He was the one who started this mess. Now it was time for him to pay the price he pay.
"Another game you said?" Isadora yelled out to the monster in a calm and steady tone. Her eyes flashed with determination and justice. "Well, then. Let's play your game. But this time, you can't forfeit the game and you will lose!"
Isadora snapped her reins as Tuomas neighed out in his battle cry. She then galloped toward the monsters, ready to strike with her blade.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 2:31 pm
I ain't givin' in,
no matter how hard th' fight
before me looks t' be!
>{Leon}< All that time Leon was trapped in the illusion, he'd gained something that this entire case hadn't let him get as much as a grasp at. Sleep.
Welcome, needed, energizing sleep. Sure he might have saw an illusion of his own death, but that rested him more. It gave back the clarity in his eyes that wasn't there before, the awareness that Leon normally possessed in every case.
And by some twist of fate, there was his poleaxe, right in front of him, maybe carried by some of the others that helped him escape. Quite a nice gesture to bring his weapon, if he must say so.
He took the weapon, cursing his bad luck that he'd sent out that report and likely Anri along with it. He'd have to fight without his most steadfast comrade-in-arms. Joining Isadora's charge, he rushed forward. Words weren't needed for this exchange... just his poleaxe and its edge to Tura's 'body.'>{Watch Lieutenant}< If ya just bel'eve, then...
ev'n if th' world be torn asunder,
vict'ry will be yers to hold!
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 2:48 pm
"You can't blame yourself. Blaming yourself and falling into depression, it won't change anything.
You have to look →forward→. Remember what you have here now.
Just think; if you hadn't come here, you wouldn't have met anyone here from Elibe or anywhere else!" XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{Amelia}Of course.
Amelia had wrapped her arms around her father's shoulders, supporting him as he fell to the grass. She had seen his wounds quite clearly--they had been the ones to give him those wounds, hadn't they?--and the guilt stabbed painfully at her. She had touched her fingertips near the wound, then immediately startled and turned around at the sound of a piercing shriek, loud and agonized, ripping right through the layers of her thoughts to the very core of her. It was unsettling, setting afire a primal fear that had been felt at the sight of Renault's possible (second) death.
"Yeeees.... There will be more.... corpses... Did you like my.... game? Let's play another..."
Okay, so are we screwed now? Seriously.
Amelia now held on more tightly to her father, watching more corpses practically fly out of the house and towards them. Amelia moved a hand just above her back, expecting to feel her fingers touch the shaft of her lance. When there was nothing there, she froze, eyes wide. She thought of the spear still sitting on the balcony of the mansion, and her breath caught for a few moments.
Isadora was holding out an Elixir for Renault's wounds. Amelia took it, then paused. Her bow? Did she have her bow? She moved a hand to her back again. Quiver of arrows and a delicate string. Amelia exhaled. Not useless.
Amelia held out the Elixir to Mel. "I'm staying close to you two. Please... watch him? And make sure all of his wounds get healed..."
Knowing Dad... he's probably ignored past wounds. Amelia moved her Steel Bow into her hands and readied an arrow, watching the approaching zombies with wary eyes. Her hand shook just slightly, but as she drew back the arrow, her fingers steadied, and the flash of steel flew true through one's eye. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{Graceful Spear}XXXXXXXX "What... I mean is... Being a member of the holy order doesn't mean you can't put your own wants first sometimes. The goddess is supposed to be all‑forgiving, right? You've worked hard and you deserve to do some things that make you happy.
I think she'd forgive you for it."
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