Dark Knights, Tag: All
"Yeah yeah, save it for the queen."
The leader waved a hand at Nix.
"Lead them off, rank and file, no funny business from anyone."
(I'd ask for a ceception check with advantage from Nix to hide her slipping, but it wont have impact naow.)
Then, the knight-leader shook her head at Rain.
Mock me if you so desire, but it is only reasonable to approach a combat situation, potential or real, in full armor.. plus what would me removing my helmet accomplish?
She nodded, reaching out and removing the spiked helmet, to reveal a cascading of long, white hair, with unnaturally orange-brown eyes, as she continued, her voice, without the helmet, several octaves higher and without a metallic reviration to it.
"This is more than just a dream... and no, I can not. Everyone gets manacled."
She declared. twirling her hand again.
"Yes sire. Don't make this complicated miss."
As the guardsfolk approached, handcuffing those that hadn't been already.
"If all of you are real, that would frankly spell worse news for our future than if only one of you were and the Master had grown more powerful. I am a mere loyal soldier, but the Sage was greatly concerned."
She nodded.
"But I am not wrong."
She narrowed her eyes at the drow, which, without the dark helmet, almost made her look like a pouty girl more than a powerful menace.
"The less you know about the Master, the better. I will not tell you."
She declared, before everyone was marched out, Zameia grumbling along but compliant, for now. Everyone's weapons were collected as well, as they were lead out, to observe a rainbow of raincolors flowing through the streets towards the nearest storm-drains.
The knights leader put back on her helmet, and was the last to leave the inn, moving up to two guard-wagons, one of which the prisoners were lead to, one, the majority of the guards.
One of the armored up guards took place with them, whilest the rest busied themselves affixing horses -four in total each, considering the heavy load of their troup and weapons- and readying the wagon, the horse seeming a bit.. impatient, having only gotten partial cover from the emotion-influencing rain from under a roof, a fact about which their leader bothered them for a while.
"Are you sure we should be leaving all their weaponry in a chest right infront of their wagon?"
One of them asked, after the prisoners had been lead in, but before starting the coach.
"Yeah, this is how you do it, I read it in a tale."
"Oh, alright.."
And then, the coach rattled onwards.
The clip-clopping of a total of eight horses was your only company for now, as the guardsman.. or woman? with you tried their best to remain stoically silent, as five prisoners and eleven guards drove on, back towards an uncertain future. Between your earlier sexy time and the travel now, it must be about late noon when the guard besides you suddenly startled, gripping at her throat, with armored metal hands, before slumping downwards.
A little twig twirled itself in the air, floating out of nowhere. Then another, and then another, knotting themselves together in with dark feathers, forming a sort of twisted, thorny grown. Then, below it, appeared a chestnut brown frizzle, which revealed itself to be hair, as the rest of a face came into view. Red eyes, so white they had to be blind, and slanted in an inhuman angle. Pointed, elfin ears, a head, about the size of a halfings, and fingers, bound up in armwraps, as they lifted themself to those lips, one of them lifted in a hushing motion.
The macabre figure made a tugging motion, pulling forth the rest of his body, at first, completely in the nude, giving -everyone- a good look at a, size proportionally, far too large looking shaft, dangling there in the open for a little too long for comfort.. until a well tailored, yet chaotic looking dress of leaves and leathers , complete with a necklace of teeth and stones and claw appeared as well. Finally, long, grey wings, somewhere between a bird and a poisonous butterfly spread out, flapping lazily, as if reminded of the need for flight, before the thing hopped down and grinned.
"Hey you! You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border to the dreamlands, right? Walked right into the Queens ambush, just like me. Or that slut over there."
He glanced to the fallen over armor with cruel disregard.
"Hello. I'm The Master of Pranks. Your biggest fan. You got to tell me how you messed up by coming here with that many people for the price of one. Later. For now, whoooos up for a prison breaaak?"
He raised his hands, speaking hushed, but managing to sound excited, raising a hand.. before looking at everyone's cuffed hands, giving a shrug and changing his approach.
"... show of hands, whose opposed to a prison break."
He lowered his hand and grinned, sheepishly, before twirling his hands, a swirling of magic.. as each of your manacles unlocked.. well.. almost everyone's.
He glanced over to Nix, before floating up close to her, giving her a thumbs up.
"You, I like a lot. Give me a kiss."
He grinned, pointing at and turning his cheek to her.
