“So how did this-“ Cedric says, pointing up to Selene, who is still on your shoulders. “-happen?”

“We were playing hide and seek. She picked a really good hiding spot. I’d still be looking if she hadn’t revealed herself.” You say. It’s not that you don’t trust these two, it’s just that it’d be really hard to explain where you learned all of the things that you taught Selene earlier. Never mind the explanation of why you decided to teach said things to a princess.

Better to avoid an awkward situation entirely than to try to downplay it once it’s happened.

“Cedric! Did you know that Giles knows Lady Melissa?” Selene asks.
“What? Woah, seriously?” Cedric asks.
“Yes it turns out that he knows her VERY well.” Eleanor says, the familiar evil grin returning once more.
“Not THAT well. And certainly not as well as you’re implying.” You say, biting back with a sharp glance.

Eleanor looks disappointed, but comes right back. “So who was ‘he’ anyway?” She asks.

Uhh…

>[ ] That’s a little personal…

>[ ] Give them the rough details.

>[ ] Change the subject.

>>38774440
>[ ] That’s a little personal…

I think that's between her and the man in question.

>>38774440
>[ ] That’s a little personal…
I want to know too, but it can wait... And who is the Klaus guy, if they aren't the same one...

>>38774440
>[ ] That’s a little personal…

>writing

“That’s a little personal…” You say.
“Awww. Ah well. Some things are like that I guess.” Eleanor says, her interest in the conversation lost.
“So are you excited to see her again?” Cedric asks, obviously trying to change the subject before his sister bounces back.
“Well…” You begin.
“Lady Melissa is mad at Giles ‘cause he left. But he’s gonna ‘pologize and make it all better.” Selene proudly says from her perch.
“There’s a bit more to it than that, but that sums it up well enough.” You say.
“Maybe while you’re at it you can try to set Cedric up wi-“ Eleanor tries to say, but Cedric covers her mouth.
“Thaaaaaat’s enough of that. I don’t think Giles wants to set up an old friend with someone he’s just met.” Cedric says, and then he releases his sister.
Eleanor pouts. “Boo, you’re no fun at all today.” Her pout turns into a smile. “But I didn’t hear a no~” She practically sings that last bit, poking Cedric in the side for fun.

>[ ] Join in on the teasing

>[ ] Help Cedric out

>[ ] Other

>>38775202
>[ ] Help Cedric out

>>38775202
>[ ] Help Cedric out
Throw a little teasing in though

>>38775202
Slightly teasing, but help him out

>writing

So, idea on the heist.

Assuming that either there's some magical equivalent of photographs or that we can draw/paint fast enough.

We have Selene borrow the crown so that we can make a picture for her to surprise her parents with, of her wearing the crown. We send her back with the picture, but use a Grinch-style excuse for why we need to keep the crown for a bit (the gems don't light on one side or some such).

We sign the picture/painting with our calling card.

>>38775655
Though this sounds very magical, I doubt it will actually work, as I don't think her mother dotes over her enough to let her take the crown, and would at least send a few guards with her.

“Are you sure, Cedric? It’s been a while, but I’m pretty sure you’d be her type.” You say.
“Not you too man…” Cedric says.
“Her type of what?” Selene asks, bending over and putting her face right in front of yours.
“The type of boy that she likes” You say. That was a simpler question with less implications than the last one. You hope to hell that you never get another repeat of your pre-lunch conversation…
Selene looks deep in thought for a moment, and then she sits back up. “Does Eleanor have a type?” She asks.

Eleanor reels back, her face turning several shades of red darker than you’ve ever seen. This elicits a familiar evil laughter from Cedric.
“Of course she does. His name is Marce-Gwah!” He begins, but is quickly cut off by Eleanor’s elbow in his gut.
“That’s not something you should go around asking people, sweetie. And it's certainly not something you go around telling people.” Eleanor says, glaring at her brother the whole time.
“Kay” Selene says.

>[1/2]

>>38775849
We have her sneak out. The picture can't be a surprise if her parents know about it before it gets made, after all.

>>38775655
>no such things exist in this setting, though I think that now is a good time to go over how magic works.

>The majority of magic involves enchantment. You cannot cast a spell to create a fireball, but you can enchant a vessel to create a fireball when you activate it.
>Enchantments like this are only temporary, with lesser ones lasting weeks-days and greater ones lasting hours-minutes.
>Though it's said that when the world was young, magic was more powerful. Artifacts from those days have lingered, though they are rare.

>Giles's bag was created by a sorcerer. You cannot be born a sorcerer, it needs to be in your blood. The abilities of a sorcerer encompass minor reality manipulation (teleportation, creating pocket dimensions etc.)

>I'll give more details as they become relevent

>>38776013
Okay, so how fast can Giles draw/paint something and have it look decent?

>>38776013
Does giles know any magic?

Also, does he have any of these ancient artifacts?

>>38776072
>Giles is good with his hands, but he can't draw worth shit. His handwriting is very artful, though.

>>38776114
>Yes to the first, Giles knows how to create what equates to a magic smoke bomb. It's a lesser enchantment that lasts about a week after you apply it, and you currently have a few of them in your bag.

>The second is a maybe. Giles has stolen a lot of things from a lot of people. Some of which may or may not be magical in nature. He's never cared to find out.

>>38776213
OK I am new /tg/ so I was wondering if you care to explain some lore that the nameless devil and chosen thing now or do we have to wait

>>38776288
>If we get as far as I'd like tonight, I'll be able to shed some light on that before the thread is through.

>>38776355
We're waiting, do your magic.

“I wonder what my type is.” Selene ponders out loud.
“I’m sure you’ll find out eventually.” Eleanor says, and then she gently nudges you with her elbow. “Maybe the answer is right under your nose.” She bursts out laughing.

“That is not even close to being funny.” You say, glaring at Eleanor. “She’s like… uhh… How old are you anyway?” You ask Selene.
“Mmmmmmmmmm…” She thinks, then holds six fingers up in front of your face. “This many.” She says.
“And how many is that?” Eleanor asks.
Selene pulls her hands back and works for a moment. “Six!” She exclaims happily.
“That’s right!” Eleanor says, standing up on her toes to try and pat Selene on the head. Trying, and failing. She finally gives up and pouts.

When you finally get to the kitchens, you see the queen standing outside with Debra. They seem to be talking about something.

>[ ] Go see what’s up

>[ ] Head into the kitchens.

>[ ] Other

>>38776465
>[ ] Head into the kitchens.
Everyone's a cutie

>>38776465
>[ ] Head into the kitchens.

>>38776465
>[ ] Head into the kitchens.
We're with the princess, so eavesdrop is out of question. Besides, even if we ''oh, more about being sneaky'', they could say something that little Selene wouldn't have a way to keep.

>>38776465
Head into the kitchens.

>>38776465
>[ ] Go see what’s up
I want to see Debra's reaction to shoulder loli

>>38776604
What about queen's reaction?! It could be lethal...

>writing

Hmm, it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to let the queen see you getting too friendly with Selene. Whatever they’re talking about must be important, as they don’t even seem to notice the 4 of you.
“Aaand down you go.” You say, lifting the little princess off your shoulders and gently placing her on the ground.
“Awww” She says, pouting and looking generally annoyed at the fact that she must once again use her own two legs. Then she looks over at Cedric and gives him the cutest little puppy-dog eyes.

“Absolutely not.” Cedric says.
“There, there.” Eleanor says, patting Selene on the head. “You can’t get a ride everywhere. And now that you’re back on the ground I get to do this again!” She says.

You decide to leave those two to their business, as Eleanor seems to be enjoying herself. Instead you follow Cedric into the kitchens, where you see him talking to one of the kitchen staff. When he finishes, he comes back to you.

“Everything is set, we just have to wait in the dining room.” He says.

>[ ] Ask Cedric how him and his family got so familiar with Selene

>[ ] Ask him what he was talking to that guard about earlier

>[ ] Ask him if he wants you to set him up with Melissa

>[ ] Other

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>>38776660
I'm sure it'll be fine.

>>38777027
>[ ] Ask Cedric how him and his family got so familiar with Selene

>>38777124
This.

>>38777027
>[ ] Ask him what he was talking to that guard about earlier
We need some intel, guys.

>>38777124
>>38777165
Both of these

>>38777027
mainly >>38777165
but >>38777187 if possible

>writing

“So what were you talking to those guard about when we met up earlier?” You ask as you walk with him out of the kitchens.
“A whole bunch of the interior guards are getting pulled out onto the perimeter. The captains are getting antsy, what with the upcoming party and all.” He says.
“Well, I figured that much. But why load them all out into the perimeter?” You ask.
Cedric looks around to make sure no one overhears. The kitchens are pretty loud, so there’s little risk of that in the first place. Then he leans in close. “It’s not just the captains. It’s everyone with something worth stealing the world over. Word is that The Gambler is on the last card in their deck, and nobody wants to go down in history as their last mark.”

“So they’re moving guards to the perimeter to ensure that they don’t get in.” You say, holding your chin in a thoughtful manner. If only they knew.

“If it was just one guy, we probably wouldn’t be so cautious. But we just don’t know anything about the Master Thieves, really.” He says, leaning back and shrugging. “Do they work together? How do they pick their targets? How many of them are there really? There’s so much that we don’t know about them that it’s almost pathetic, but that’s why we have to be cautious.”

>[ ] Ask him about the master thieves

>[ ] Drop the subject and head to the dining room

>[ ] Other

>>38777609
>[ ] Drop the subject and head to the dining room

>>38777609
>that entire conversation
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

>[ ] Drop the subject and head to the dining room

>>38777609
>[ ] Drop the subject and head to the dining room
Also, "I hope you don't get posted out in the cold"

>writing

“Well, here’s hoping they don’t leave you out in the cold for too long.” You say, patting him on the back.
“Ugh, don’t remind me please. I’ve got duty on the front gates just about all day tomorrow AND all throughout the party the next day.” He says.
“Bummer, I’ll be sure to tell you all about it!” You say, adding a bit of a spring to your step as you head to the door.

Outside, you see the Queen and Debra again. Only now they’re talking with Eleanor as well.

“Oh there you are Giles. You didn’t get lost in the kitchens did you?” Debra says.
“No, though there are worse places to get lost. What’re you guys talking about?” You ask.
“I was just informing Eleanor that you and her will be accompanying Selene out to meet her sister when she arrives tomorrow.” The Queen says.

You don’t even want to know if that will still include your usual duties… because you’re pretty sure you know the answer.

“And don’t worry about your regular duties, I’ve spoken to Bartholomew and he’ll be having someone else take care of them.” The Queen says.

Oh, never mind then.

>[ ] Thank the queen

>[ ] Why me?

>[ ] Other

>>38778179
>[ ] Thank the queen
>[ ] Other
It would be an honor!

>>38778179
>[ ] Thank the queen

>>38778179
>>38778179
Thank the queen

Yeah she want us do some shit with giles' sister

>writing

“Many thanks, your Majesty.” You say, bowing politely.

The Queen then tips her head to you and heads on her own way.
The conversation over and after dinner is mostly idle banter about tomorrow. Selene seems very excited that she’ll get to go out and meet her. Apparently she doesn’t get to leave the castle that often. You aren’t sure if you should be honoured or weirded out that the Queen trusts you with this. After all, she’s known you for less than a day.

Once the four of you are finished (once more, Selene finishes way before anyone), Cedric gets up to leave.

“Going so soon?” Eleanor asks.
“Yeah, my shift tomorrow starts before dawn and lasts much longer than I would ever choose to work. But that’s life you know?” He says. “Have a good time tomorrow, you guys.”

Eleanor gets up and gives him a hug before he goes. “Good luck with your shift tomorrow.” She says.
“Ugh… I may end up needing it.” He says, parting with his sister and heading for the door.
“I’ll be sure to put in a good word with Lady Melissa for you.” You say.
“Damn it man.” You hear him groan at your last bit of teasing for the night.

Once he’s gone, Eleanor looks at you. “So what now?”
“I dunno, Selene?” You say, figuring she might have something she wants to do. When she doesn’t answer, you look over at her and find her head bobbing as she attempts in vain to fight off sleep.
“Well, I guess that settles that.” Eleanor says.

>[ ] Go find the queen

>[ ] You and Eleanor have got this.

>>38778747
>We've got this.

We probably should go find the queen. But the potential for citeness here is too great to pass up.

>>38778747
>[ ] You and Eleanor have got this.

>>38778747
>>[ ] You and Eleanor have got this.

>writing

“Well, we should be getting this one to bed then.” You say.
Eleanor smiles, gets up, and walks over to Selene. “Come on sweetie”
Selene lazily looks up at Eleanor as lifts her up and carries her the way you’ve seen so many mothers do before. She then motions for you to follow her, and leads you up the central stairway to the top floor.

“Selene’s room is this one.” She says, trying to sift through her pockets with her free hand. Eventually, she gives up and smiles at you.
You roll your eyes and take the sleeping girl from her so she can get out her key, and then the two of you head inside.

This room is just as large as the one that Louis Harthright is staying in, though it’s definitely… girlier. The walls are painted white and pink, and there are stuffed animals everywhere.

“Wait there, I’ll go get her changed.” She says, grabbing Selene from you and heading off into one of the bathrooms, quickly opening a dresser drawer and pulling out what looks like a nightgown as she goes.

You hear some fussing coming from inside the bathroom, and it gets louder and louder until you finally hear Selene shout “NO!”

After that Eleanor pops her head out, looking more than a little frustrated. She then goes into the same drawer she went into earlier, rifles around a bit, and sighs. “Heh heh, it seems as though Selene got changed in her parent’s room this morning. But whoever it was that cleaned the place neglected to bring back her favourite nightie. Would you mind…?”

>[ ] Sure

>[ ] Try to convince Selene to wear what she’s given

>[ ] Other

>>38779469
sure

>>38779469
>Abso-fucking-lutely

She's giving us permission to scope out the king and queen's room? Is there any way we could say no to this?

>>38779469
>[ ] Sure

>writing

“Sure thing” You say.
“Hear that Selene? Giles is going to get your nightie.” Eleanor says, pulling out a key and tossing it to you. “Make a right when you get out, it’s the first room over.”
“Thank you Giles!” You hear from inside the bathroom.

You make your way out of the room and quickly head down the hall. When you reach the door, you knock on it just in case. When no one answers, you unlock the door and head inside.

Sure enough, there’s a Selene-sized nightgown sitting on the bed. But you decide to take a look around first. The king and queen’s room has no real windows, instead the back wall is lined with nice, clear-glass doors. Out of curiosity you take a step outside. The doors have locks on them, but they’re unused at the moment. A quick inspection reveals that the lock itself is VERY simple. 5 maybe 10 seconds and you could have it open.

The balcony itself juts out over the roof of the next floor. And going down you can see a clear path that you could easily use to hop all the way down to the ground.

In other words: It’s perfect.

>[1/2]

>>38779977
>In other words it's perfect
Yes! Finally we find a escape path for us and the crown

What better exit is there than to steal a crown and make your escape through the very bedchamber of the people to whom that crown belongs? There’s no question about it. This is your way out.

You stifle your grin as you head back inside, careful to close the glass door behind you. You then hop over to the bed, grab Selene’s nightgown, and head back to her room.

“Found it.” You say when you enter the room, holding the garment out for Eleanor to take.

Eleanor thanks you and heads back into the washroom. A couple minutes later she emerges with a contented, but still very tired little princess.

With no fuss at all, she tucks Selene into her bed. And when she asks you to, you tell her the story about Selena the Dragon Slayer again. Though she does fall asleep before you can get to the good part.

You and Eleanor then quietly make your way out of the room and lock the door behind you.

“Thanks for the help” Eleanor says. “She can be a handful sometimes.”

“No problem. It was technically you that was helping me, since it was my job to look after her. Oh yeah.” You say, handing back the key she gave you. You could keep it and see if she notices, but the lock it’s for is another weak one.

She takes the key. “Thanks” She says, her face looking a bit flush. “I should get going now. Don’t want my mom to think I’ve been fooling around.” She says.

“You mean you aren’t the type that goes gallivanting about all night? Hmm, that’s disappointing.” You say.

Eleanor laughs and punches you in the arm, before waving goodbye and making her way out.

And now you’re alone… Time to-

>[ ] Head to sleep

>[ ] Sneak about

>[ ] Other

>>38780330
>[ ] Sneak about
Can we go fuck with the douche knight

>>38780330
>[ ] Sneak about

>>38780330
>>[ ] Sneak about
Supporting >>38780398, because fuck that guy.

>writing

>>38780398
I'm all for it, but let's hope we can pull off something with subtlety. We're incredibly close to the prize, and we can't afford to screw this up.

Well, you’ve been left to your own devices. Might as well complete your mental map of this place.

The central stairway seems to be guarded everywhere but the ground floor, which is problematic because you need to come out of it on the top floor. A simple distraction might work, but there are bound to be less guarded passageways. Thus far you’ve only ever used those stairways when you were being lead, and you don’t remember them being as well guarded.

It takes about two hours, but you finally have a solid idea of where the auxiliary stairways are. As well as a few routes between your target and your exit.

Now you’re prepared. You know your plan.

You’ll stick around after the party to clean up, and stay there until everyone but the night guards have gone to bed. Then you’ll pull out your usual outfit and get to work. You can enter the central stairway on the ground floor and make your way up, take the crown and then head back down to the ground floor. From there you’ll use any of the different pathways you’ve mapped out to go back up to the top floor, this part has a lot of leeway as the guard patrols at random.

Once you’re at the top floor, you’ll enter the king and queen’s bedroom, make your way out through the glass doors, onto the balcony, and down across the rooftops. Once you hit the ground, you can scale the outer wall and head out of the city from there.

That last part might be a bit tricky, as the perimeter guard has been bumped up. But you can do a quick inspection in that area before you leave for the docks tomorrow.

>[1/2]

As you make your way back down to the servant’s quarters, a chill goes down your spine.

You are being watched.

No, not watched. Followed. But for how long?

This will not do, not one bit. You need to know who or what saw you making your rounds. Find out how much they saw, and if necessary find some way to make them forget. You’ve come too far to let one little slip up ruin everything.

You keep your pace steady and round a corner, instead of continuing onward you duck into an empty room. This place looks like a storage room, so it’ll be empty for a while yet. You keep your ears open and sure enough you can hear the approaching footsteps…

You wait just inside the doorway to see if they pass by, but instead you see a flash.

Shit-

>roll 1d20
>taking the first 3 rolls

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>38780994
shit

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>38780994

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>38780994
Oh fuck

>writing

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It's the fucking princess

>>38781103
Yeah, we've created our own undoing.

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>mfw I predicted these shitty roles yesterday

A glint of light on steel, the blade is short, and it’s aimed directly at your throat.

But it stops just short.

“And just what is a young man like yourself doing up at this hour?” The woman that the dagger is attached to asks. Long black hair, dark skin, dark eyes, blood red lips… You recognize this woman. It’s the Alka-Habran woman who was with Sir Roderick earlier

You drop your own knife out of your sleeve and catch it, bringing it up to where her liver is.

“I could ask you the same question.” You say, grinning to hide your anxiety.

“But we all must have our secrets, and some are always best left untold.” She says, relieving your throat of her knife. You do her the same courtesy. “Though one might ask why an honest person needs to be so on-guard in a friendly place.”

“Couldn’t say, next time I see an honest person I’ll ask them. Though there are none at hand right now.” You say. “Who the hell are you?”

“I am Cassandra, but a humble servant to Sir Roderick. Just as much as you are Giles, a humble servant to the Crown.” She says.

“And what is a servant to Sir Roderick doing sneaking about the hallways at this hour?” You ask.

“The same thing that the servant of the Crown is. Though with purpose much more grand.” She says, slipping her knife away into her dress. Which is little more than silk, wrapped around and tied up. “It’s been a lovely chat. I look forward to seeing your performance. But you have other things to do right now. Worry not, your secret is safe with me.” She twirls around and heads away.

You bolt out into the hallway to go after her, but you hear someone else. Looking in the opposite direction, you see Selene wandering about. She looks terrified…

>[ ] Go after Cassandra

>[ ] Go see Selene

>>38781393
>[ ] Go see Selene

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>38781393
>go see Selene

Just to prove my pount, they will be good when it doesn't matter

>>38781393
>Selene
As if it's a fuckin' question

>>38781393
>[ ] Go see Selene
As if you need to ask.

>writing

“Fuck” You say. You’d like to chase Cassandra, but you get the feeling it’ll do you no good. All you’ll get from her is more cryptic nonsense. She seemed oddly sincere and non-threatening, though. Even when she had the dagger at your throat.

And she was right, you have other things to do. “Selene?” You call out.]

Selene’s head perks up. You can see tears streaming down her face, as she clutches what appears to be a stuffed bird to her chest and trembles. As soon as she registers who you are, she breaks out into a run and drops the stuffed animal.

You crouch down and throw your arms open, and wrap her up once she reaches you. “What’s wrong kiddo?” You ask.

Through bouts of crying she tells you about a nightmare she had. Where she woke up in the middle of the night and the ‘black things’ tried to kill her sister and her guardian (Laura’s guardian Marcellus). Laura and Marcellus could fight the black things, but then a ‘big guy’ with black breath showed up. The big guy ‘cut her body off’ while her mother watched. And then she woke up.

In her fear she wandered about and got lost, and then you found her.

But what the hell do you do now?

>[ ] Go wake Cedric

>[ ] Go wake the king and queen

>[ ] Calm her down and put her back to bed

>[ ] Other

>>38782108
>[ ] Calm her down and put her back to bed
>[ ] Other

Stay with her and tell her a story until she's asleep.

>>38782108
>[ ] Calm her down and put her back to bed

>>38782108
>[ ] Calm her down and put her back to bed
Not Cedric's problem and the queen won't care. Let's tell her a happy bedtime story.

>>38782139
>this please

>writing

>also, I fucked up one of the lines.

>The big guy ‘cut her body off’ while her mother watched.

Should've read

>The big guy made her mother watch as he 'cut off her body'

“Come on kiddo, let’s get you back to bed” You say, picking up the scared little princess. Selene clings onto you and buries her face into your shoulder as you walk, but she seems calm enough.

This is something you’re more than used to. Back at the orphanage you were always just as light a sleeper as you are now. Anytime someone got up to do anything, you’d be awake. Whether it was late night shenanigans (which you’d occasionally help with, much to the ire of Father Pitre) or something like this, you’d always be the first and sometimes the only one on the scene.

You make it back to her room in record time, using one of the pathways you memorized earlier. You find the door wide open. You figure that Selene probably didn’t close it, but you still flick a knife into your free hand as you enter. Only when you’re satisfied that you’re alone do you put it away. Getting caught off guard once is enough for one night.

Once you’re sure the coast is clear, you shut the door and put Selene down in her bed. You have to gather up the covers, as one of them looks like it was hastily kicked off and the other one got dragged halfway to the door. Once you’re all set, you tuck her in and pull up a chair next to the bed.

Then you tell her a story of the good old days (with the names altered, of course), back when it was you, Melissa, and Klaus all running together. The tale is about the time when you stole the Phoenix’s egg from right under the nose of the dragon Dalmad. You still have the egg, in fact you have the whole set. The eggs of the Roc, Phoenix, Aquila, Anzu, Hrafon, and Helian are all in your cloak.

You miss those days. You miss them a lot…

Once Selene is asleep, you sit back and you ponder. Something about that dream bothered you. It was too specific to be just a dream, and her description of the thing that killed her: A big guy with black breath. You know you’ve heard of something like that before…

>>38782623
>[ ] It’s probably nothing, go to your bed

>[ ] Sleep here in case she wakes up again

>[ ] Head down to the Palace’s library

>>38782623
>[ ] Sleep here in case she wakes up again

>>38782642
>library
then
>sleep here

>writing

You get up from your chair. You’d like to just stick around here, but your curiosity is getting the best of you.
The library is on the second floor, and you make it down there in no time.
The lock goes easily, and you enter.

The stacks are all labeled, which is helpful. You immediately make your way to the section on plants and herbs.

Medicinal plants, poisonous plants, etable plants, there it is…

Dragon flowers.

When a dragon dies, its essence returns to the earth. And the earth becomes tainted or blessed by it. There are hundreds of different dragon flowers, each with different properties. But you know of only one that can cause black breath.

“The Breath of Rog” You whisper as you come to the page at last. There’s only one reason why anyone braves the glassy wastes that were once Elemeer, and this is it. The essence of this flower, if ingested, gives you a fraction of Rog’s strength. But in return you must share his fate.

In other words: you become superhuman, and then you die. Only the worst kind of fanatic would actually use this stuff, just what kind of people are you dealing with here?

Your curiosity sated, you put the old tome back where you found it and exit the library. Once the door is shut and locked behind you, you head down to your own bed. You pull your cloak out of your bag and fold it in on itself, then stuff the thin strip of fabric that’s left over down your pant leg. In a pinch, you can whip it out and throw it on, making your usual arsenal of throwing knives and your cane available to you.

You hope it doesn’t come to that.

Satisfied, you exit the commons and make your way back up to Selene’s room. Taking your seat in the chair next to her bad, you shut your eyes.

Better to be here in case she has another nightmare.

At least, you hope that’s all it was…

That's all for tonight! I hope you guys still enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it!

I'll be sticking around for a bit in case anyone has questions. If I don't answer them here before the thread 404's, feel free to ask me on twitter

The next thread will either be Friday or sometime this weekend.

>>38782991
Thank's for running!

That foreshadowing...

>>38783024
Thanks man.

>>38783024
Missed the thread again. Well, thanks for running!

>>38783024
Always to late to participate seriously fuck timezones. Still your story remains a fantastic read thanks for sharing