Merthyr flashed the broadest grin ever
"My dearest darling, I thought you would never ask" murmured Merthyr softly, sword to hand ready to strike and push back whoever got too close for comfort, taking Anke's hand more than willingly
That was of course, until his knights rounded on the pair of them, Lancelot and Gawain hitting them hard, back of the head with the hilt of the sword to make them pass out.
If she had too fallen into unconsciousness they would grab the pair and drag them both back to Sir Henry Morgan though Gawain had a feeling the governor wanted Merthyr dead and was likely going to grant them freedom and blessings for their marriage too, in the hopes she would kill Merthyr soon enough.
What a better way to dispose of unwanted rivals than marrying them to assassins and murderers known to have killed off their own kin
"My dearest darling, I thought you would never ask" murmured Merthyr softly, sword to hand ready to strike and push back whoever got too close for comfort, taking Anke's hand more than willingly
That was of course, until his knights rounded on the pair of them, Lancelot and Gawain hitting them hard, back of the head with the hilt of the sword to make them pass out.
If she had too fallen into unconsciousness they would grab the pair and drag them both back to Sir Henry Morgan though Gawain had a feeling the governor wanted Merthyr dead and was likely going to grant them freedom and blessings for their marriage too, in the hopes she would kill Merthyr soon enough.
What a better way to dispose of unwanted rivals than marrying them to assassins and murderers known to have killed off their own kin
The Hanged Man appreciated Krystalline's attempts to tag-team the vampire with conversation, but it was fruitless--Anke was on high alert now, and had lost her curiosity. The wanderer mumbled a curse as she clutched at the prince. "My lord," he said, trying to appeal once more to Merthyr's logic, but it quickly became clear that this, too, would be fruitless. "My lord, she has bewitched you--"
Atropos suddenly grabbed the vampire and hauled her away from the prince, just long enough for his knights to close in and subdue him. The Hanged Man nodded to them, then pointed at Krystalline. "Mistress, fetch a torch! Please!" The half-dragon would be far quicker on her feet than he, and though he doubted that the torch would be of any use in the driving rain, it was worth a chance.
As the prince's knights tried to knock out the vampire, too, the Hanged Man limped over to Atropos. He bent down to see what sort of condition she was in after suffering that nasty gash. "How bad is it?" he asked.
Atropos suddenly grabbed the vampire and hauled her away from the prince, just long enough for his knights to close in and subdue him. The Hanged Man nodded to them, then pointed at Krystalline. "Mistress, fetch a torch! Please!" The half-dragon would be far quicker on her feet than he, and though he doubted that the torch would be of any use in the driving rain, it was worth a chance.
As the prince's knights tried to knock out the vampire, too, the Hanged Man limped over to Atropos. He bent down to see what sort of condition she was in after suffering that nasty gash. "How bad is it?" he asked.
Well, she wasn't quick enough to stop Anke from injuring one person. Gritting her teeth, she was prepared to really lay some hurt on this lady--but she held off. Looking to Atropos, then to The Hanged Man. ....Wait a moment, a torch? If the circumstances weren't so serious, she would've cracked a smile.
"You won't need a torch," Krystal began. "The fire I make is definitely strong enough to withstand the rain."
She quickly took her naginata in her grasp. With that, she inhaled deeply, blowing a bright blue flame onto the blade. The blade caught fire and it burned strongly, not seeming to extinguish anytime soon.
"Alright, where do you need this?"
"You won't need a torch," Krystal began. "The fire I make is definitely strong enough to withstand the rain."
She quickly took her naginata in her grasp. With that, she inhaled deeply, blowing a bright blue flame onto the blade. The blade caught fire and it burned strongly, not seeming to extinguish anytime soon.
"Alright, where do you need this?"
Anke’s expression had lit up for a moment, and in that moment she had let her guard down— when the blow came to her neck, a look of shock crossed her face, before the vampire dropped into the mud as well, unconscious.
Atropos was probably well on her way to a similar status, holding her hands over her chest, and before The Hanged Man has begun to ask, already she was mumbling to herself, “You’re fine, it’s fine, it’s fine, everything’s fine....”
Shaking, the woman moved one hand from her wounds, slowly getting to her feet- she eyed Gawain and Lancelot as they tugged the duo away, and then Krystalline’s fire, “Ah...well h-hopefully that ability will....come in useful...they say the creature t-that lurks in these woods fears fire. If she’s t-the beast...then w-we can use that against her....” Atropos was breathing slow, attempting to focus on the act, “We should h-head back to the tavern...I have my...s-supplies there....” Even as wounded as she was, Atropos still displayed an odd amount of class and grace that was signature to her species.
Atropos was probably well on her way to a similar status, holding her hands over her chest, and before The Hanged Man has begun to ask, already she was mumbling to herself, “You’re fine, it’s fine, it’s fine, everything’s fine....”
Shaking, the woman moved one hand from her wounds, slowly getting to her feet- she eyed Gawain and Lancelot as they tugged the duo away, and then Krystalline’s fire, “Ah...well h-hopefully that ability will....come in useful...they say the creature t-that lurks in these woods fears fire. If she’s t-the beast...then w-we can use that against her....” Atropos was breathing slow, attempting to focus on the act, “We should h-head back to the tavern...I have my...s-supplies there....” Even as wounded as she was, Atropos still displayed an odd amount of class and grace that was signature to her species.
Something about the flame that Krystalline produced improved the Hanged Man's mood. Maybe it was the way it danced and lit up the darkness. A smile came to his lips, an ugly little expression warped on the left side. Maybe it was hope.
"Here," the wanderer said, helping Atropos up. Even with his limp, he was steady on his feet, and looped his arm under her armpits to help her stay upright as they trudged back to the tavern. Meanwhile, he called out to the knights. "Keep those two separated. Don't even let him look at her!" He let out a soft sigh. "Goddess, wh-what a mess this is."
"Here," the wanderer said, helping Atropos up. Even with his limp, he was steady on his feet, and looped his arm under her armpits to help her stay upright as they trudged back to the tavern. Meanwhile, he called out to the knights. "Keep those two separated. Don't even let him look at her!" He let out a soft sigh. "Goddess, wh-what a mess this is."
The knights looked at The Hanged Man and formally saluted him, proceeding to comply with the strict of order of keeping them apart and not letting them look at one another.
"Yes, sir knight, room arrest it is... after all the governor appointed you to this quest which raises you up to head knight until we are told otherwise..." nodded Gawain saluting Crow formally and bringing Merthyr back into the tavern and over into a room, placing him under lock and key and heavily watched for better measure.
When the knights arrived, dragging an unconscious prince, Morgan had the most satisfied smile of them all, asking a question that he hoped would be an affirmative answer.
"Is he dead?" asked Sir Henry Morgan
"No, your grace... he stands accused of high treason for plotting the murder of the king and threatening the interim lord knight among other charges" informed Lancelot pursing his lips not liking to have to betray his close friend in this manner but unable to deliver a lie and later be found to have done so.
"I see... well... place him under room arrest until I see it fit to question him on trial and pass appropriate judgment..." mentioned Morgan though his face had ill concealed victory
"What about her?" asked Morgan turning his attentions towards The Hanged Man, not seeing why would so many knights be needed for such helpless damsel.
He came close to the sleeping woman, taking in her features, and now fully understanding... or pressumably fully understanding... why all these men had brought her. They wanted her for themselves.
She was beautiful indeed, young and naive and such flawless pale skin, it was hard to find such rare beauty, and, Morgan knew that, for the most part, this wench was all his to take, he was endowed with the king's authority after all, any woman of the realm was his to take and this sleeping beauty was no different.
He stopped paying attention to whatever these knights had to say.
"Take her... to my chambers..." muttered Morgan following closely smittened by her
"Yes, sir knight, room arrest it is... after all the governor appointed you to this quest which raises you up to head knight until we are told otherwise..." nodded Gawain saluting Crow formally and bringing Merthyr back into the tavern and over into a room, placing him under lock and key and heavily watched for better measure.
When the knights arrived, dragging an unconscious prince, Morgan had the most satisfied smile of them all, asking a question that he hoped would be an affirmative answer.
"Is he dead?" asked Sir Henry Morgan
"No, your grace... he stands accused of high treason for plotting the murder of the king and threatening the interim lord knight among other charges" informed Lancelot pursing his lips not liking to have to betray his close friend in this manner but unable to deliver a lie and later be found to have done so.
"I see... well... place him under room arrest until I see it fit to question him on trial and pass appropriate judgment..." mentioned Morgan though his face had ill concealed victory
"What about her?" asked Morgan turning his attentions towards The Hanged Man, not seeing why would so many knights be needed for such helpless damsel.
He came close to the sleeping woman, taking in her features, and now fully understanding... or pressumably fully understanding... why all these men had brought her. They wanted her for themselves.
She was beautiful indeed, young and naive and such flawless pale skin, it was hard to find such rare beauty, and, Morgan knew that, for the most part, this wench was all his to take, he was endowed with the king's authority after all, any woman of the realm was his to take and this sleeping beauty was no different.
He stopped paying attention to whatever these knights had to say.
"Take her... to my chambers..." muttered Morgan following closely smittened by her
Atropos staggered towards the back of the tavern where she had kept her things, and the townsfolk mumbled fearfully over the wounds and the strange woman they had hauled in, who’s fingers and arms were stained with the remnants of blood.
Anke’s fangs had since retreated with her being unconscious, but the fog outside remained, So it was clear some of her powers were outside of her control. Yet her air of charm and seduction was potent enough to linger even in the state she was in. And with so many having crowded in the tavern, it could present a major problem. After all, who wouldn’t look at the strange woman to have come in, both beautiful and frightening?
Atropos let out a sigh as she heard Morgan’s words, “Someone... put a bag over the g-girl’s head. She’s going t....to end up charming the whole room....and will someone knock some sense into t-that one?” She gestured towards Morgan with a scowl, sitting with her back turned while the tavernkeep helped clean the gashes across her chest.
Anke’s fangs had since retreated with her being unconscious, but the fog outside remained, So it was clear some of her powers were outside of her control. Yet her air of charm and seduction was potent enough to linger even in the state she was in. And with so many having crowded in the tavern, it could present a major problem. After all, who wouldn’t look at the strange woman to have come in, both beautiful and frightening?
Atropos let out a sigh as she heard Morgan’s words, “Someone... put a bag over the g-girl’s head. She’s going t....to end up charming the whole room....and will someone knock some sense into t-that one?” She gestured towards Morgan with a scowl, sitting with her back turned while the tavernkeep helped clean the gashes across her chest.
At Atropos words, the knights and town guards alike jumped and sprinted into action, most of them coming to surround Morgan to protect him from harm, others glaring at Atropos.
"The governor is the hand of the king... as if he were the king himself, as such he is untouchable. Anyone as much as raises a finger, they will readily loose a hand.
Anyone speaks of harm towards lord Henry Morgan and a charge of treason will be issued along with death by hanging" remarked Sir Percival raising a boundary that placed Morgan above them all
Merthyr on the other hand was not listening to any reason, hand grasping his sword.
"You dare touch my betrothed... I will run you through with the sword, treason or not... you swine!" spat and shouted Merthyr angrily trying to wrestle himself out of the shackles that Sir Lancelot and Sir Gawaine had placed upon him.
"The governor is the hand of the king... as if he were the king himself, as such he is untouchable. Anyone as much as raises a finger, they will readily loose a hand.
Anyone speaks of harm towards lord Henry Morgan and a charge of treason will be issued along with death by hanging" remarked Sir Percival raising a boundary that placed Morgan above them all
Merthyr on the other hand was not listening to any reason, hand grasping his sword.
"You dare touch my betrothed... I will run you through with the sword, treason or not... you swine!" spat and shouted Merthyr angrily trying to wrestle himself out of the shackles that Sir Lancelot and Sir Gawaine had placed upon him.
Once she had gotten back into the tavern, she shook out her flame that she had made recently. Krystal frowned slightly at the sight of the people whispering amongst themselves, but she chose to ignore it. Instead she silently watched the prince who was still under the enchantment, letting out a small sigh. Soon she made her way over to her previous seat and plopped down in it, obviously deep in thought.
The fog's connected to little miss vampire here. She doesn't exactly know how to control her powers though. Killing her might be an option, but what's going to happen then?
"Ugh. I hate this. I hate this so damn much." Grumbling, she rested her chin on a hand.
The fog's connected to little miss vampire here. She doesn't exactly know how to control her powers though. Killing her might be an option, but what's going to happen then?
"Ugh. I hate this. I hate this so damn much." Grumbling, she rested her chin on a hand.
The Hanged Man helped Atropos to the back of the tavern. Though he had some skill as a combat medic, he was unpracticed and generally quite clumsy, so he let the tavernkeep begin the process of cleaning the wound. "Aye, good idea," he grumbled when she mentioned bagging the damn vampire.
But it seemed like that would be a far more difficult task than anticipated, judging from the reactions of Morgan and Merthyr. The wanderer pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed it, letting out a long sigh of exasperation. It seemed as though he wasn't affected by the vampire's spell in the least, though the reason why was still a mystery. The knight caught Krystalline's eye, sharing a moment of commiseration over this ripe mess.
"Ohhhhkay," he said. He rose slowly to his feet and stepped in between the two lords, hands lifted. But when he spoke, he addressed the knights and guards instead. They didn't need a full on turf war right now, and the lords clearly weren't going to listen. "Your lord masters are ensorcelled by this w-woman--this vampire." He took a step towards Anke. "T'is clear their w-wits are gone, and they do not truly mean wh-what they say." At this point he shot a green-eyed glare at Lancelot, who spoke of the prince committing high treason. "Shut your damn fool mouth, boy. You are not at court--the rules here are different." He shook his head in disbelief, stepping again towards the vampire. "My hope is that the spell may be broken if they cannot gaze upon her."
He licked his lips nervously. It had been a long time since he had strung so many words together. He glanced to Atropos and Krystalline for support, or at least acknowledgement.
But it seemed like that would be a far more difficult task than anticipated, judging from the reactions of Morgan and Merthyr. The wanderer pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed it, letting out a long sigh of exasperation. It seemed as though he wasn't affected by the vampire's spell in the least, though the reason why was still a mystery. The knight caught Krystalline's eye, sharing a moment of commiseration over this ripe mess.
"Ohhhhkay," he said. He rose slowly to his feet and stepped in between the two lords, hands lifted. But when he spoke, he addressed the knights and guards instead. They didn't need a full on turf war right now, and the lords clearly weren't going to listen. "Your lord masters are ensorcelled by this w-woman--this vampire." He took a step towards Anke. "T'is clear their w-wits are gone, and they do not truly mean wh-what they say." At this point he shot a green-eyed glare at Lancelot, who spoke of the prince committing high treason. "Shut your damn fool mouth, boy. You are not at court--the rules here are different." He shook his head in disbelief, stepping again towards the vampire. "My hope is that the spell may be broken if they cannot gaze upon her."
He licked his lips nervously. It had been a long time since he had strung so many words together. He glanced to Atropos and Krystalline for support, or at least acknowledgement.
Atropos nodded her head when he looked, but her eyes shifted towards he target he had been advancing on as there was a sharp snapping noise, followed by the sound of clattering metal.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t let that happen.”
The vampire picked her head up, and rubbed at her eye; she had easily snapped the cuffs that held her arms, and let out a yawn, getting to her feet. She did sway a bit though, and stretched, before settling back down to sit on the floor, “A bag on my head? What a cruel idea. What if I couldn’t breathe?” There it was again, her soft yet dark voice, like a stained glass window someone covered in just red. She leaned her head on her hands, watching The Hanged Man for a moment, “My question. What is your name?” As if she wasn’t surrounded by the guards again, she resumed the small game they had going.
“None of your business, beast.” Atropos called; her chest was wrapped up, and honestly she should’ve had more work done to herself, but the woman wasn’t comfortable having herself out in the open with a vampire in the room, “You seem to misunderstand. You are no longer in a position to ask questio—“
“You won’t look me in my face. Why is that?” Anke turned her next question to Atropos, a coy smile on her lips. The elf scowled bitterly, but remained silent, looking to the guard. So Anke did the same, glancing in the direction of Lancelot and Gawain, “Well do you two have any interesting stories? Or does he? I’ve never encountered so many noble-blooded humans before, not at once. You must have some kind of tales to tell.”
Perhaps it did look like she was ignoring her situation, but that was not the case. Anke knew full well what was going on. But Anke also knew she retained some level of control, with such a crowded space. And with Merthyr under her spell, though she had yet to realize Morgan was caught as well; her eyes moved over to him for a moment, before looking to Merthyr and giving him a small smile.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t let that happen.”
The vampire picked her head up, and rubbed at her eye; she had easily snapped the cuffs that held her arms, and let out a yawn, getting to her feet. She did sway a bit though, and stretched, before settling back down to sit on the floor, “A bag on my head? What a cruel idea. What if I couldn’t breathe?” There it was again, her soft yet dark voice, like a stained glass window someone covered in just red. She leaned her head on her hands, watching The Hanged Man for a moment, “My question. What is your name?” As if she wasn’t surrounded by the guards again, she resumed the small game they had going.
“None of your business, beast.” Atropos called; her chest was wrapped up, and honestly she should’ve had more work done to herself, but the woman wasn’t comfortable having herself out in the open with a vampire in the room, “You seem to misunderstand. You are no longer in a position to ask questio—“
“You won’t look me in my face. Why is that?” Anke turned her next question to Atropos, a coy smile on her lips. The elf scowled bitterly, but remained silent, looking to the guard. So Anke did the same, glancing in the direction of Lancelot and Gawain, “Well do you two have any interesting stories? Or does he? I’ve never encountered so many noble-blooded humans before, not at once. You must have some kind of tales to tell.”
Perhaps it did look like she was ignoring her situation, but that was not the case. Anke knew full well what was going on. But Anke also knew she retained some level of control, with such a crowded space. And with Merthyr under her spell, though she had yet to realize Morgan was caught as well; her eyes moved over to him for a moment, before looking to Merthyr and giving him a small smile.
She had caught the look as well, and moved to get up, but there was the sound of metal hitting the floor. Frowning slightly, she got to her feet and listened to the exchange in silence with her arms crossed. One thing was for sure, this vampire was playing these guys like a fiddle—and Krystal wasn't having it. Right now she was resisting the urge to decapitate Anke right then and there.
Finally, she took in a deep breath, then exhaled in an attempt to get herself in a calmer state. Then she looked directly at Anke. "Look around. You're already in a hell of a lot of trouble, lady. I suggest you cut the act before I cut off your head." She drew a finger across her neck to emphasize her point. Although she wanted to say more, she left it at that for now.
It probably wasn't a good idea to be so direct or making threats like this, but it was the way Krystal usually did things when people were being.... less than cooperative. At this point, she was really getting irritated by this whole mess.
Finally, she took in a deep breath, then exhaled in an attempt to get herself in a calmer state. Then she looked directly at Anke. "Look around. You're already in a hell of a lot of trouble, lady. I suggest you cut the act before I cut off your head." She drew a finger across her neck to emphasize her point. Although she wanted to say more, she left it at that for now.
It probably wasn't a good idea to be so direct or making threats like this, but it was the way Krystal usually did things when people were being.... less than cooperative. At this point, she was really getting irritated by this whole mess.
Lancelot and Gawain did their best to not gaze at her, taking Merthyr by the upper and tugged him towards the sleeping quarters.
"Lord knight, your authority is not above the governor. Like it, or not, he commands in the name of the king. His orders will be abided by no matter how... unusual and strange..." explained Percival apologetically at The Hanged Man
"I must escort you to your room, your highness. The governor has ordered you under room arrest... for now." explained Lancelot apologetically acting as if he had not heard Anke's question, mostly staring at his sabatons.
"Wait... I will plead forgiveness and mercy.... so he lets me stay with my beloved, please?" asked Merthyr before he was taken away from Anke's side and presence feeling horrible at the thought of it. He much rather be a humiliated prince besides her than a proud one away from her.
Percival sighed and looked towards Morgan who rolled his eyes and came over, closer to the group
"Well... beg then... your highness. Loud and clear... that all might hear" challenged Morgan though he clearly was uninterested, for his eyes were set on Anke
Merthyr yanked himself free from the knight's grasp, gritting his teeth but lowering to kneel on the ground, something rarely seen in the usually proud and pompous prince.
He was about to speak so as to grovel for mercy, but Morgan raised his hand to force the prince to remain silent for the time being, the governor was much too busy entertaining the girl. He too had caught her staring at Merthyr but, unlike Merthyr who was a jealous and protective lover, above disrepute... Morgan was a more convenient lover, one who happily shared the girl with as many men as she needed to ensure her happiness and compliance, so long he had his share of her time and attentions.
"Tell me, dear, do you like a kneeling subdued prince? or shall I have sent him away so he doesn't disturb us?" asked Morgan, as if he had always known Anke, addressing her in dearly and friendly terms, letting her decide upon the prince's sentencing and fate
"Lord knight, your authority is not above the governor. Like it, or not, he commands in the name of the king. His orders will be abided by no matter how... unusual and strange..." explained Percival apologetically at The Hanged Man
"I must escort you to your room, your highness. The governor has ordered you under room arrest... for now." explained Lancelot apologetically acting as if he had not heard Anke's question, mostly staring at his sabatons.
"Wait... I will plead forgiveness and mercy.... so he lets me stay with my beloved, please?" asked Merthyr before he was taken away from Anke's side and presence feeling horrible at the thought of it. He much rather be a humiliated prince besides her than a proud one away from her.
Percival sighed and looked towards Morgan who rolled his eyes and came over, closer to the group
"Well... beg then... your highness. Loud and clear... that all might hear" challenged Morgan though he clearly was uninterested, for his eyes were set on Anke
Merthyr yanked himself free from the knight's grasp, gritting his teeth but lowering to kneel on the ground, something rarely seen in the usually proud and pompous prince.
He was about to speak so as to grovel for mercy, but Morgan raised his hand to force the prince to remain silent for the time being, the governor was much too busy entertaining the girl. He too had caught her staring at Merthyr but, unlike Merthyr who was a jealous and protective lover, above disrepute... Morgan was a more convenient lover, one who happily shared the girl with as many men as she needed to ensure her happiness and compliance, so long he had his share of her time and attentions.
"Tell me, dear, do you like a kneeling subdued prince? or shall I have sent him away so he doesn't disturb us?" asked Morgan, as if he had always known Anke, addressing her in dearly and friendly terms, letting her decide upon the prince's sentencing and fate
When Percival proclaimed his intention to obey Morgan no matter what, the Hanged Man leaned forward and spat. Rarely was he so crude. "Then you shall doom us all." This sort of behavior reminded him bitterly of who he used to be, before he broke his oaths. He was weak then, blinded by foolish loyalty. "And I'm not a bloody knight."
The Hanged Man returned his attention to Anke, only to see her break loose of her bonds. He scowled in frustration, but his face soon resumed its usual placid expression. His mind was racing. He didn't know how to deescalate this situation, especially with the threat posed by Morgan's foolish cruelty and the blind obedience of his swords. And now Krystalline was getting hot, which wasn't helping matters.
"W-wait," he told the half-dragon, then looked to Atropos. "Wait." Perhaps if he could capture and hold the vampire's attention, her spell over the two men would weaken. "I w-will play her game." He looked from Atropos to Krystalline and back, then glanced meaningfully towards Merthyr. He had to be removed.
With a low sigh, he returned his full attention to Anke. "I am known as the Hanged Man, for thrice I have hung and thrice I have lived. I am the w-wearer of war, west-goer, sun-seeker. My question: wh-what must I do to have you release these men from your spell?"
The Hanged Man returned his attention to Anke, only to see her break loose of her bonds. He scowled in frustration, but his face soon resumed its usual placid expression. His mind was racing. He didn't know how to deescalate this situation, especially with the threat posed by Morgan's foolish cruelty and the blind obedience of his swords. And now Krystalline was getting hot, which wasn't helping matters.
"W-wait," he told the half-dragon, then looked to Atropos. "Wait." Perhaps if he could capture and hold the vampire's attention, her spell over the two men would weaken. "I w-will play her game." He looked from Atropos to Krystalline and back, then glanced meaningfully towards Merthyr. He had to be removed.
With a low sigh, he returned his full attention to Anke. "I am known as the Hanged Man, for thrice I have hung and thrice I have lived. I am the w-wearer of war, west-goer, sun-seeker. My question: wh-what must I do to have you release these men from your spell?"
Anke’s eyes softened at the sight of Merthyr on his knees, and she looked to Morgan with a gentle expression, “A man who would disregard his own honor for love is a man worth many lifetimes, not just one.” Though anyone else saying this would be of little concern, for a vampire capable of creating more of her kind, it was dangerous.
“Please release him, and tell me your name, Sir.” She opened her arms, though not for Morgan— for Merthyr instead, with a small smile. And then came The Hanged Man’s words; she listened to his rather poetic speech and smiled faintly, appreciating the way the words came together, yet still puzzled (though if her suspicions were correct, she knew why). She frowned slightly at him, and hesitated a moment, before speaking again.
“I’m afraid I don’t know....” Anke sighed, “After consuming the blood of a pureblood, our powers become stronger...as young as I am, I have little experience with such power and...I cannot even control the appearance of my fangs these days. It takes years of practice...dedication...” she shrugged a bit, looking to Morgan and then Merthyr, “But who is to say I would want to release them? They seem content. Who would I be to deny them that happiness?” She mused, having practically ignored Krystal once again, though the way her eyes moved to her signaled she heard her threats. Anke was doing her best to stay calm, but perhaps they would notice how her fangs had gotten longer, the teeth beside her major pair now sharper than before. An injured creature, even from blunt trauma, would need energy to heal. Anke licked her fangs as the thought crossed her mind, her eyes moving towards the tavernkeep and offering the pretty woman a smile; the woman flushed a few shades darker before Atropos managed to yank her away and out of sight, much to the obvious displeasure of Anke.
“Please release him, and tell me your name, Sir.” She opened her arms, though not for Morgan— for Merthyr instead, with a small smile. And then came The Hanged Man’s words; she listened to his rather poetic speech and smiled faintly, appreciating the way the words came together, yet still puzzled (though if her suspicions were correct, she knew why). She frowned slightly at him, and hesitated a moment, before speaking again.
“I’m afraid I don’t know....” Anke sighed, “After consuming the blood of a pureblood, our powers become stronger...as young as I am, I have little experience with such power and...I cannot even control the appearance of my fangs these days. It takes years of practice...dedication...” she shrugged a bit, looking to Morgan and then Merthyr, “But who is to say I would want to release them? They seem content. Who would I be to deny them that happiness?” She mused, having practically ignored Krystal once again, though the way her eyes moved to her signaled she heard her threats. Anke was doing her best to stay calm, but perhaps they would notice how her fangs had gotten longer, the teeth beside her major pair now sharper than before. An injured creature, even from blunt trauma, would need energy to heal. Anke licked her fangs as the thought crossed her mind, her eyes moving towards the tavernkeep and offering the pretty woman a smile; the woman flushed a few shades darker before Atropos managed to yank her away and out of sight, much to the obvious displeasure of Anke.
Rufus, one of Aynor's crew, the burly mercenary that was known to be a torturer and murderer looked away from The Hanged Man no sooner he had stated the name and reason
"Great... we are taking orders from wraiths now... I never liked the undead, they cannot be killed and are often known to be reckless" muttered Rufus looking away with unease
"Consume pureblood... she is a bloody vampire she is. Keep away from her and never look her in the eyes, she will bewitch you otherwise" urged Matthew shifting closer to Rufus uneasy if frightened by Anke's sway and sharper fangs.
Bart looked dumbfounded and stared at The Hanged Man with a frown when he said he was not a bloody knight.
"But sir... if I may say so... you are aware that you are wearing a knight's armour and your armour is rather tainted in blood... does that not make you a bloody knight?" quizzed Bart puzzled, looking at The Hanged Man in a blank stare that he could possibly dare deny something so obvious
Morgan smiled warmly at her innocent question turning his attentions entirely upon her.
"I am Sir Henry Morgan, lord of the realm and royal advisor. I am the newly appointed governor and the hand of king. I came to take personal command of this troublesome part of the kingdom and rule upon all here" explained Morgan calmly, his eyes fixed on her like a devoted lover, though lust was plainly seen by anyone who stared at him long enough.
His words caused Merthyr to look up narrow eyed with jealousy sipping through his face's features but held his peace, for now.
"Nothing satisfies me more than to see you well pleased, my lady, thus we shall forgive the prince... on this occasion. I shall grant him a royal pardon, on behalf of the king." assured Morgan calmly
"Be sure that he is disarmed first then release him, he will have to earn his right to bear arms... by proving worthy of such" instructed Morgan at Lancelot who proceeded to disarm the prince from his sword and daggers and remove the locks and shackles
"I am Sir Henry Morgan, lord of the realm and royal advisor. I am the newly appointed governor and the hand of king. I came to take personal command of this troublesome part of the kingdom and rule upon all here" explained Morgan calmly, his eyes fixed on her like a devoted lover, though lust was plainly seen by anyone who stared at him long enough.
His words caused Merthyr to look up narrow eyed with jealousy sipping through his face's features but held his peace, for now.
"Nothing satisfies me more than to see you well pleased, my lady, thus we shall forgive the prince... on this occasion. I shall grant him a royal pardon, on behalf of the king." assured Morgan calmly
"Be sure that he is disarmed first then release him, he will have to earn his right to bear arms... by proving worthy of such" instructed Morgan at Lancelot who proceeded to disarm the prince from his sword and daggers and remove the locks and shackles
The Hanged Man did his best to ignore the remarks from the peanut gallery. He sidled closer to Anke, though the lengthening of her fangs and claws wasn't lost on him. He had just one more idea, a Hail Mary approach that might blow up in his face.
"Come now, my lady. A boy and ... and him?" He gestured at Morgan. "You can do better, my lady. Just ... try to forget about them. Focus your attention on someone ... more suitable." The Hanged Man tucked a lock of dirty blond hair behind one ear and attempted a winsome smile, though it was twisted up on the left side by his scarred cheek. "... someone like me." He laid his gauntleted hands upon his breastplate as if to show off what he had on display. Honestly, he had no idea if this would work. He wasn't exactly a catch. But if Merthyr or Morgan had even a brief moment of clarity due to the vampire's distraction ... it might turn the tide. "T'is your turn to ask a question of me, my lady."
"Come now, my lady. A boy and ... and him?" He gestured at Morgan. "You can do better, my lady. Just ... try to forget about them. Focus your attention on someone ... more suitable." The Hanged Man tucked a lock of dirty blond hair behind one ear and attempted a winsome smile, though it was twisted up on the left side by his scarred cheek. "... someone like me." He laid his gauntleted hands upon his breastplate as if to show off what he had on display. Honestly, he had no idea if this would work. He wasn't exactly a catch. But if Merthyr or Morgan had even a brief moment of clarity due to the vampire's distraction ... it might turn the tide. "T'is your turn to ask a question of me, my lady."
The woman stared, before chuckling and shaking her head, “You, stranger, are good for very little. Maybe just a light snack.” She bared her fangs with a cocky grin, pushing a long strand of hair from her face.
“It May be harsh of me to say, but when mating with humans, we vampires tend to prefer those with looks that will compliment our own. Beautiful people are hard to find amongst humans, I am lucky to have stumbled upon one with a beautiful face as well as a beautiful heart,” she gestured to Merthyr with a pleased smile, as if displaying a trophy, “As well as one with rather beautiful power,” she moved her hand to point to Morgan, and chuckled, “You? Must be strong certainly, and strength is indeed beautiful, but something tells me we won’t get along to well. Something about why my powers don’t seem to work on you. I don’t like it. Perhaps you too have magical inclination, or maybe you just don’t fancy women such as myself. Either way, your best purpose to me would be a corpse under my command.”
The vampire was frowning by the end, and turned to look at Morgan, “Who does this Knight think he is? Insulting you two...insulting me and my honor, assuming I would accept just anyone into my arms.” And judging on the way she cast a low glance towards Aynor’s bandits, they were included in that ‘just anyone’ she would rather not fall for her. She batted her white eyelashes at him, “Morgan, take care of him won’t you? And Merthyr, would you be able to find me somewhere to change...? This dress is far too wet to wander about in...and I really do want to start my game soon, this clothing is too unsuitable for my needs.”
“It May be harsh of me to say, but when mating with humans, we vampires tend to prefer those with looks that will compliment our own. Beautiful people are hard to find amongst humans, I am lucky to have stumbled upon one with a beautiful face as well as a beautiful heart,” she gestured to Merthyr with a pleased smile, as if displaying a trophy, “As well as one with rather beautiful power,” she moved her hand to point to Morgan, and chuckled, “You? Must be strong certainly, and strength is indeed beautiful, but something tells me we won’t get along to well. Something about why my powers don’t seem to work on you. I don’t like it. Perhaps you too have magical inclination, or maybe you just don’t fancy women such as myself. Either way, your best purpose to me would be a corpse under my command.”
The vampire was frowning by the end, and turned to look at Morgan, “Who does this Knight think he is? Insulting you two...insulting me and my honor, assuming I would accept just anyone into my arms.” And judging on the way she cast a low glance towards Aynor’s bandits, they were included in that ‘just anyone’ she would rather not fall for her. She batted her white eyelashes at him, “Morgan, take care of him won’t you? And Merthyr, would you be able to find me somewhere to change...? This dress is far too wet to wander about in...and I really do want to start my game soon, this clothing is too unsuitable for my needs.”
No sooner Merthyr was disarmed, he was released per Morgan's command.
Throughout, he was glaring at his knights who were retaining his weaponry, rubbing his sore wrists and eyeing his sword, plotting how to steal it back.
He frowned at The Hanged Man's offensive words disregarding him as a mere boy but when he extended the indecent proposal towards her that.. that tipped the scales and, in a bout of anger he proceeded to dish out a couple of well dealt punches to the gloating knight, if the knight ducked out of the way, they would land on Morgan... the competition... hardly a missed blow either way.
When she stated her preference for him, he showed a smug smile, all the more so at her request he accompany her to get changed, more than willing to help her undress. A blush visible across the face made it obvious he had never held a woman yet.
Throughout, he was glaring at his knights who were retaining his weaponry, rubbing his sore wrists and eyeing his sword, plotting how to steal it back.
He frowned at The Hanged Man's offensive words disregarding him as a mere boy but when he extended the indecent proposal towards her that.. that tipped the scales and, in a bout of anger he proceeded to dish out a couple of well dealt punches to the gloating knight, if the knight ducked out of the way, they would land on Morgan... the competition... hardly a missed blow either way.
When she stated her preference for him, he showed a smug smile, all the more so at her request he accompany her to get changed, more than willing to help her undress. A blush visible across the face made it obvious he had never held a woman yet.
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