Kingdom of Andalasia
They laid so peacefully together, hand in hand. Penelope gazed upon the forms of the King and Queen, clasping her hands together for a quick and silent prayer. She knew in her heart that her sister would reprimand her for this action. But what was she to do? She loved to feel thier pulse slipping away, the brightness in thier eyes glazing over. It made her feel powerfu. in a world where her kind was considered powerless. Besides, Andalasia would benifit from a new monarch and re-decoration to boot. The sparkling grandeuer and cleanliness of it all was nothing like Ka'taan. Ka'taan was beautiful chaos.
In the morning they would find these two and count it as suicide. It looked as much and Penelope never let any traces behind. She strode towards the window, pulling the tapestries aside and swinging her tan legs over the edge. She looked back one final time at her work and smiled before swirling into darkness and transforming into a raven; gliding out and over the city.
-Kingdom of Illia-
King Armaund slumped against his velvet chair, heavy crown tilted forward on his brow. He looked over the table. He had dinner guests. All had come to console him on losing the chance to live and marry a beautiful young princess. He had a feeling they just wished to rub it in his face; the way nobleman do with snide remarks and words laced with double-meanings. The Duke of Fenris had brought along his young daughter Gwynn, as he did with every oppurtunity. He wished to marry the young beauty to Prince Roric. Roric never even glanced at the girl, and when asked why he would simply state that she was far too innocent to look at.
Looking down the table; Armaund glared at the empty seat where his son should have been.
The prince was in his secret place, hidden within the walls of his castle. He had jars of concoctions and creatures floating in thick liquid. He was most found of his collection of snakes. Here he worked on his poisons, testing the limits and abilities of whatever he came up with. But Roric was in a rut. He had heard whispers of rumours that a strange venom existed that could shut off all magical abilities. But it was only a rumour. He could think of many people who would pay handsomely for it, such as the Hunters Guild.
His main focus was on the surviving princess. If she somehow made it back alive in time to save his father, all his planning would have been for not. His only option left was to take this foul ability from her and erase it for time to come. What would happen if the Life magick was sealed and died with her? Would it throw the balance of Magick into chaos? He didn't really care.
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Ashcreek Forest
Finn had successfully put her out. She was unharmed, though she left some scorch marks on Clarkes wagon. "Thank you Finn..."
Tulla just looked around at the mess, trying to gather what had happened.
(Tugg has dragon scales on his belly and hindquarters)
The wolfs attempt to claw at his stomach only caused its claws to splinter and grate away. The beast shook his head free and headbutted, choosing to let the wolf assault him as he prepared to spray him with fire.
"Tugg! Hold! Keep that one pinned and alive!" Tulla commanded quickly. The others were either dead or dying, maybe they could learn something from this one.