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.
Morgan was far too bewitched to even think straight, his eyes set on her lips to take in every word from her mouth, absent mindedly repeating some of them.
"... very little... best purpose... a corpse... insulting... honour.... take care of..." mumbled Morgan pausing still and looking at the knights with a rather deadly steady look, barely flinching
"The lord knight has insulted the king, offended the governor that alone carries a charge of high treason. String him up, hang him high and make a corpse out of him... for her benefit... unless he kneels to grovel forgiveness... for his insulting wording" waved Morgan watching guards and knights scramble to do just that, right away, least the lord changed his mind and had them executed for delaying orders, which he was known to do.
If the whole kingdom had one ruthless, gutless, heartless lord who embodied cruelty and evilness that would be Sir Henry Morgan and this was bound to get a whole lot messier with the obvious rivalry between prince Merthyr and lord Morgan.
"... very little... best purpose... a corpse... insulting... honour.... take care of..." mumbled Morgan pausing still and looking at the knights with a rather deadly steady look, barely flinching
"The lord knight has insulted the king, offended the governor that alone carries a charge of high treason. String him up, hang him high and make a corpse out of him... for her benefit... unless he kneels to grovel forgiveness... for his insulting wording" waved Morgan watching guards and knights scramble to do just that, right away, least the lord changed his mind and had them executed for delaying orders, which he was known to do.
If the whole kingdom had one ruthless, gutless, heartless lord who embodied cruelty and evilness that would be Sir Henry Morgan and this was bound to get a whole lot messier with the obvious rivalry between prince Merthyr and lord Morgan.
Sir Lancelot and Sir Gawain coming to restrain The Hanged Man heavy heartedly but complying to given orders, all the while Sir Percival grabbed the ropes and was adjusting the noose most slowly and reluctantly for it would be a great loss of the kingdom to loose such centered and valiant knight for sure.
"Kneel and beg mercy, from them and from her... better bruised honor than death, right?" advised Lancelot taking all the time, well aware his task was to tie the knight's wrists behind the back in preparation for the hanging whilst guard Prodius held a sack to cover The Hanged Man's head as was customary
"Kneel and beg mercy, from them and from her... better bruised honor than death, right?" advised Lancelot taking all the time, well aware his task was to tie the knight's wrists behind the back in preparation for the hanging whilst guard Prodius held a sack to cover The Hanged Man's head as was customary
Well, that didn't work. The Hanged Man mumbled a curse under his breath as he was forced to his knees and bound by the knights. His arms twitched in response. "Aye ... aye, please forgive me. I lost my head for a moment," he said. He wasn't a proud man in many ways, and bowed his head low. Blond hair flopped down over his shoulders. "Please, kind lord, fair lady--I overstepped my bounds. I w-would not presume to infringe on your goddess-blessed love. Release me and I shan't bother you again." He kept his eyes locked upon the floorboards demurely.
"And ... I'm not a knight," he added in a low mumble, unsure why they were insisting on calling him as such. "I am nothing."
He glanced up at Atropos and Krystalline, hoping for some kind of support. It seemed that they had little chance of swaying Morgan and Merthyr, and might be best off trying to escape into the fog while Anke was distracted. The Hanged Man just wasn't sure.
"And ... I'm not a knight," he added in a low mumble, unsure why they were insisting on calling him as such. "I am nothing."
He glanced up at Atropos and Krystalline, hoping for some kind of support. It seemed that they had little chance of swaying Morgan and Merthyr, and might be best off trying to escape into the fog while Anke was distracted. The Hanged Man just wasn't sure.
This whole situation angered her even more. Clenching her fist, she stepped forward, smoke coming out through her nostrils as she huffed out. "You can't do this," she began, looking to Morgan and Methyr. "You two are being manipulated, can't you see? You have to open your eyes!"
Krystal's plea would probably fall on deaf ears though. If push came to shove, she would kill the vampire right then and there. It seemed like the best option for now, at least.
Krystal's plea would probably fall on deaf ears though. If push came to shove, she would kill the vampire right then and there. It seemed like the best option for now, at least.
Anke seemed amused by the situation, her red eyes glittering with joy at the scene, “But tell me, if you hang again will you live again? I would love to see a human achieve such a feat.” Anke was ferocious, that was certain; stone cold and sadistic.
Atropos had come to the front again, her sharp eyes staring hard at the vampire. She walked forward, blade in hand, and Anke turned her attention with an gleeful look, “Oh my! The little elf returns, I’m so glad you join us again darling.” Atropos stopped, biting her lips, and Anke gave a coy smirk, “See, my ability works on anyone attracted to women. Just as the men of our kind are attractive to all those who prefer men; much unlike Succubi or Incubi, who attract any and all they come across. So even a little elf with a taste for females is powerless against me.” She laughed lightly, and it was, despite her words, graceful and light, fitting of her appearance. Anke’s eyes opened slowly, and her arms opened up as well to Atropos, “Come to me, yes darling?”
The elf stared, the strain gone from her face. Now she simply looked tranced, taking a few slow steps towards Anke. Her lips curled into the faintest of grins, and though Anke hadn’t noticed (much too smug over the thought she had ensnared the woman), perhaps Krystal and The Hanged Man would see how her fingers curled on the handle of her strange blade, before moving much faster towards the vampire. The woman’s shocked expression was much faster to appear than she was to run, and she had only moved a foot back in an attempt to escape before Atropos had put her blade through her stomach.
“I don’t like women, could never fall in love with one.” The elf said calmly, “But they make good company once in a—“
The vampire let out a shrill shriek, nearly deafening, and in seconds many windows in the tavern had shattered, candles blowing out with the sudden gust of wind and toppling to the ground; a few would catch the floorboards on fire shortly, if not quickly addressed. Atropos staggered back, removing the blade as Anke curled up on the floor in the darkness, the fog beginning to pour in through the windows. The screams she made were almost animalistic; pure agony tore through her gentle voice, her hands clutching at the wound, “M-Merthyr!!!”
Atropos had come to the front again, her sharp eyes staring hard at the vampire. She walked forward, blade in hand, and Anke turned her attention with an gleeful look, “Oh my! The little elf returns, I’m so glad you join us again darling.” Atropos stopped, biting her lips, and Anke gave a coy smirk, “See, my ability works on anyone attracted to women. Just as the men of our kind are attractive to all those who prefer men; much unlike Succubi or Incubi, who attract any and all they come across. So even a little elf with a taste for females is powerless against me.” She laughed lightly, and it was, despite her words, graceful and light, fitting of her appearance. Anke’s eyes opened slowly, and her arms opened up as well to Atropos, “Come to me, yes darling?”
The elf stared, the strain gone from her face. Now she simply looked tranced, taking a few slow steps towards Anke. Her lips curled into the faintest of grins, and though Anke hadn’t noticed (much too smug over the thought she had ensnared the woman), perhaps Krystal and The Hanged Man would see how her fingers curled on the handle of her strange blade, before moving much faster towards the vampire. The woman’s shocked expression was much faster to appear than she was to run, and she had only moved a foot back in an attempt to escape before Atropos had put her blade through her stomach.
“I don’t like women, could never fall in love with one.” The elf said calmly, “But they make good company once in a—“
The vampire let out a shrill shriek, nearly deafening, and in seconds many windows in the tavern had shattered, candles blowing out with the sudden gust of wind and toppling to the ground; a few would catch the floorboards on fire shortly, if not quickly addressed. Atropos staggered back, removing the blade as Anke curled up on the floor in the darkness, the fog beginning to pour in through the windows. The screams she made were almost animalistic; pure agony tore through her gentle voice, her hands clutching at the wound, “M-Merthyr!!!”
((OOC THM can ask for edit if too godmoddish ))
Merthyr had no sword or weapons on him so no chance or opportunity to defend the vampire from the attack nor retaliate. However, he knew some healing so he quickly dropped to his knees taking his cloak and pressing it against her wound to try to stem the flow
"Hang in there... my beloved... hang in there... just... don't go to sleep... don't leave me" wept Merthyr with trembling hands.
Morgan became pale faced and in a panicking erratic behaviour at thinking Anke dead. He opened his eyes wide grabbing The Hanged Man by the scruff of the neck and pushing him forward
"Forgiven... so long she lives... you're a knight, knights know all sorts of healing during their travels so... heal her. If she dies, so will you die but not before I execute this entire village" frowned, threatened and spat Morgan forcefully volunteering The Hanged Man to the healer position for the town clearly lacked one.
Lancelot sighed in relief at the sudden change of heart and sentencing quickly taking the rope off The Hanged Man's neck, removing the ropes from his wrists quickly so the errand wanderer could fulfil the healing task that had been appointed to him.
When Morgan was satisfied he could do nothing more for Anke he looked at Calico and the rest of the knights and barked at them
"Kill the murderer... you worthless peasants... just kill her and be rid of her once and for all" growled Morgan watching Calico swiftly take up a cutlass and make their way to Atropos
"Can we not just run out of here and make it to the castle and its treasure, before I have to kill you? Get me the gold and I will forget which direction you ran off to" prompted Blackbeard happy to cut out a deal that would suit him and her
Merthyr had no sword or weapons on him so no chance or opportunity to defend the vampire from the attack nor retaliate. However, he knew some healing so he quickly dropped to his knees taking his cloak and pressing it against her wound to try to stem the flow
"Hang in there... my beloved... hang in there... just... don't go to sleep... don't leave me" wept Merthyr with trembling hands.
Morgan became pale faced and in a panicking erratic behaviour at thinking Anke dead. He opened his eyes wide grabbing The Hanged Man by the scruff of the neck and pushing him forward
"Forgiven... so long she lives... you're a knight, knights know all sorts of healing during their travels so... heal her. If she dies, so will you die but not before I execute this entire village" frowned, threatened and spat Morgan forcefully volunteering The Hanged Man to the healer position for the town clearly lacked one.
Lancelot sighed in relief at the sudden change of heart and sentencing quickly taking the rope off The Hanged Man's neck, removing the ropes from his wrists quickly so the errand wanderer could fulfil the healing task that had been appointed to him.
When Morgan was satisfied he could do nothing more for Anke he looked at Calico and the rest of the knights and barked at them
"Kill the murderer... you worthless peasants... just kill her and be rid of her once and for all" growled Morgan watching Calico swiftly take up a cutlass and make their way to Atropos
"Can we not just run out of here and make it to the castle and its treasure, before I have to kill you? Get me the gold and I will forget which direction you ran off to" prompted Blackbeard happy to cut out a deal that would suit him and her
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