[Game Thread] Lord Windos’ PokeRole Adventure 2: The Wild Lands

[Lord Windos]

 

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...oh.

Oh no.

It's her.

The representative of the Free Magi and ruler of what remains of the White Forest.

Why is she here?!

This is bad.  Her being here could very quickly become a political disaster, let alone a more immediate problem.

[Leaves.  Don't.  Move.  The last thing we need to do right now is piss off an ally of both the mages and Enigma.  Let Bernhard handle this.  Looks like he's familiar with her.]

Seddi holds a hand out to keep Ceruledge back as well.  Even if this was a foe they could fight, it's not a fight they should pick.

Seddi will not speak unless spoken to.  He can't afford to take an unnecessary risk right now.

Not when that risk concerns Morgana, the Fairy Queen of Neo Unova.

The moment you [Spoke] to Leaves Morgana lazily craned her head over and Looked in your direction, twisting ever so slightly to have you within her full purview.

“Oh?”

She released herself from Bern’s grip as if she was not being held at all, and with a single skip -

The most Fae Lady was towering right over you.

“Oh how intriguing, oh what a shame, yet oh the wisdom you hold.”

With casual grace neither befitting royalty or honor, something BEYOND such human considerations, she reached out to you. Your Swords looked ready to Slash her, but a pulse of your Will held them back, if barely.

”With all that was said, what you vowed upon the Old Ways of Dead Gods, what your Soul do brightly proclaimed…”

Closer. She was getting CLOSER.

”This Lady would’ve thought you’d put up a fine show. A pity, perhaps…”

She was centimeters away.

”What a nostalgic thrill it would be, to break Swords betix my hands.”

Morgana carassed your face.


Your vision goes White…

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Disaster 

Disarray

Death

All we’re before you.

All was of you. 

All so fitting for the occasion 

Craddled in your hands

Lifted so very high


The Young Sword of Justice was there

Bloody

Beaten

Yet Not Broken

Glaring at you with defiance and determination

Not yet

Sssh, dear little valor

You did your best

It was not enough

Time for you to rest

Let us end this rough 

With but a flex

A strong grip

You broke young Keldeo’s neck.



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”Oh my!”

Young found yourself bowled over.

Near the brink of Faint.

A coppery taste filled your mouth.

Your eyes aches, a pink film coating them.

Everything HURT.

Body,

Mind, 

Soul.

You suddenly found yourself lifted up, by none other that the Witch herself, worry, surprise, and fascination adorning her feature.

”Serere Grace, are you alright?”

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