StellarMonarch
Myrmidon
- Location
- Québec
Noblesse Oblige [Znt/SI]
Draconite101
That Guy
- Location
- Unknown
Some people have suggested that Louise will summon some variation of Shade, based on how Henry has influenced her. While the idea does have merit, I think they were mostly joking.
I personally would like to see a character from one of Shade's other fics be summoned, though. The summoning ritual is too convieniant of a plot device to pass up.
I didn't know that. I always thought it added an interesting element to the story whilst revealing just how fucked up with spite and hatred Brimir eventually became towards the end of his life. Plus there's the shivery-shuddery sort of horror of thinking of thousands upon thousands of generations of familiars being slowly subtly forced to love their masters. Even the sentient ones like rhyme dragons or other sentient or semi sentient familiars.
Ah well. C'est la vie
Get it? Because they're in Fantasy!France
My bet, despite her aggravating first poor impression.
Shade is going to make her a cinnamon roll. I guarantee you. Onions, man. Onions...
But I'm forgiving in this case since he wants to explore and at least try to write a story out of the idea. After all it's a fanfic... But people confuse it as how canon should be seen.
It does not justify the amount of bashing people ask for on Halk and Louise.
Shade is going to make her a cinnamon roll. I guarantee you. Onions, man. Onions...
I hope Shade feels embarassed writing this.
But I'm forgiving in this case since he wants to explore and at least try to write a story out of the idea. After all it's a fanfic... But people confuse it as how canon should be seen.
It does not justify the amount of bashing people ask for on Halk and Louise.
- Location
- Kansas
So, I wonder how our lost Ducky is going to react when she learns she has the power to use/control all the magical shinnies?
If one of the Void Familiar could get home it's Myoz. There is no way there isn't some portal artifact.
On the other hand, stupid teenager with all the magic shinies could end really bad. That ring in the lake could make a zombie appocalypse easily. There are probably lots of mind control and other fridge horror things.
On the other hand, stupid teenager with all the magic shinies could end really bad. That ring in the lake could make a zombie appocalypse easily. There are probably lots of mind control and other fridge horror things.
I suspect Ducky will be underwhelmed even when they explain it to her. Truthfully, while the Mind of God ability is pretty hax, it takes a lot of work and cleverness along with equipment to use to full effect. Sheffield was a badass more because she was Sheffield than because she was a Void familiar.
Chapter One Hundred and Two
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter One Hundred and Two
Anne did not calm down, but at the very least she stopped screaming. The roasted duck was a delicacy of Gallia's royal chef, and as it was served in front of her by servants, she absentmindedly thanked them for the service, much to their surprise.
"Now the right fork-" she tore into the duck with her hands, making me groan and wince. "The fork. The knife. We are not animals-"
"It's delicious!" she hummed in pleasure, taking large bites and letting all of the tender meat juice drip down her plate. "Is this wine?" she asked next, staring at the pitcher in front of her. As a servant moved to grab it and pour her some, she outright beat her to it and filled her own goblet, spilling some on the tablecloth. The silk tablecloth that would thus need to be washed later. "It is! What is it?" she took a sip, and then coughed. "The hell-"
I swear, the idea of leaving her into the hands of an etiquette teacher was growing a thousand times stronger. Unfortunately, the etiquette teacher would be bringing out the stick, or the wand, and it was better not to.
I ate in quiet silence, and once I was done and Anne looked satisfied, I stood up. "I will show you to your rooms," I said. "They are reasonably close to my own," I added. "Be on your best behavior while not in my presence-perhaps after a good night of rest you might be more amenable to properly listen to what I have to say."
"Whatever," Anne snorted as she followed me through the hallways, a servant guiding us both to the guest rooms chosen for her. Outside her doors, and outside her windows, there were more than enough guards just so casually stationed that it wasn't funny. "Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and this will just be one of those LSD dreams."
I said nothing, even as I showed her into her rooms. She whistled in surprise, the servants assigned to her room inwardly making prayers to the Founder for her lack of class. As she took the sights in, I gestured for one of the commoners by the door, who drew near and bowed, waiting for instructions.
"Once she's changed, take her...clothes and have them burned. Tomorrow morning, have the tailor give her new ones," I said flatly.
"It will be as you say, your grace," the commoner said, dutifully bowing and stepping back to the side of the room. I left her there, the doors closing behind me as I gazed at the knights of the Rose Parterre assigned out of the door.
"She is not to be harmed," I said. "If she escapes, paralyze her and bring her back into her rooms. Tell the same to the guards outside," I sighed. "Now, it has been a long and trying day. Good luck, knights of the Rose Parterre."
"Your grace!" they replied in unison, bowing as I left them there.
The problem of sharing the room with Isabella was that I couldn't order the servants to just let me change in peace, but had to let them do it. I unceremoniously dropped face first on the bed after they were done and dismissed, much to Isabella's consternation. "Henry? Do you need to visit the head healer once more?" I could feel her fingers move to the back of my head, where I had been hurt, perhaps seeking signs of the scar. "Ah, it left no scars. Good, good. We would have beheaded that foolish healer otherwise."
"Beheading a head healer because of scars is excessive, Isabella," I grumbled under my breath.
"Nonsense, anyone that is a head healer but cannot heal without scarring is at most worthy of being compost," Isabella retorted with a huff. "Now, will you tell me what it was all about with that commoner girl? I have heard the wildest tales-she is not an assassin who got the better of you, was she?" as she asked that, I felt her fingers tap on the back of my neck, "Because that is the one rumor we might be willing to accept as plausible, unless father decided to return to his foolish ways-or even worse, judging by how such a commoner and crude girl can only belong to the worst brothels in all of existence-"
"No," I grumbled. "Joseph tried summoning," I muttered. "And he summoned this strange girl. I got hurt by the blast of his spell-and that's it."
"Oh? Is that so?" I could feel Isabella's lips purse in displeasure. "Then the fact that she has strange runes on her forehead, that is meaningless?"
"What can I say?" I replied with a sigh. "The runes are those of the...Myozuno...Myozano...Myoz-something-"
"The myozunitonirun?" Isabella said, her breathing stopping for a second. "The holy familiar Miodtnir? The mind of God said to be-that's-my father-" she blinked and then forcefully made me turn, since I either did that, or she'd snap my head trying to look me in the eyes. "Henry! It's quite rude to play a prank on your cute wife," she pouted, her lips thinning and her eyes narrowing. "You do not have to go to such lengths to defend my father's poor moral fiber."
"I am not lying," I said tiredly. "Although she is...unruly, crass, violent-and tiresome to the extreme," I grumbled, closing my eyes and yawning. "She might get better after one good night of sleep-"
Isabella huffed, and then grabbed hold of my left arm, pulling it over her shoulders as she grabbed hold of my nightgown with her fingers -males, females, we all had nightgowns and we all enjoyed them very much, thank you for asking.
"You do remember that we're leaving for your sister's wedding in two weeks, do you?" as she asked that, I hummed half-asleep. There was nothing like a good night of sleep to recharge the batteries and think about what to do next with a clearer view.
"Good night, my Henry," I heard Isabella mumble.
"Night...Isa," I muttered too.
The next day, the high-pitched yells of an angry young girl could be heard all the way through the hallway, with various degrees of What the hell are these granny clothes!? You shitheads burned my party clothing! I want them back right now! Where's that Duke? Over there!? Blissful silence was interrupted when I heard the telltale sounds of someone being stopped at the door by the guards stationed outside.
Oi, let me in! The bastard who burned my clothes is in there- there was a thump. A gasp. And I exhaled as I stood up the servants in the room moving nimbly to dress me up.
"You are not allowed inside," the voice from beyond the door came muffled, but it was clear it belonged to one of the knights of the Parterre.
"You fucking hit me! You-" a second thump. A second gasp, and then silence. Well, not really silence. There were the choked sobs of a young girl who had never been hit, not even by her parents, receive two slaps in rapid succession and suddenly realize that no, her attitude wasn't going to fly.
The knight who lost his patience first was going to be punished, but Anne didn't need to know that.
Still, as I finished dressing up and made to leave, Isabella stood to sit up and yawned. "Henry...no good morning kiss?" she mumbled.
"There is too much noise outside this morning," I replied, pointing at the door from beyond which the sound of knights trying to pull someone up amidst various curses and exclamations could be heard. "I'll deal with it."
Isabella pouted. "Can't we just have that commoner beheaded already? Father can summon another familiar, one perhaps less crude."
I raised an eyebrow in her direction. Isabella huffed, and looked away, "Your bleeding soft heart is a beautiful feature of yours, Henry...but it makes things much more difficult than they have to be. Perhaps a good beating would work wonders? Just let the guards beat her up a bit-it grows character."
"No, no it doesn't," I replied offhandedly. "It's a crude and evil way to get someone to listen to you, and it doesn't work. In the end, you merely teach the child that power is to be feared, not respected-" there was the sound of scraping on the floor. Were they dragging her away? Oh, come on!
I opened the doors and closed them sharply behind me, my eyes set on the now paralyzed figures of two knights, one fourteen years old girl clawing at the carpet, and a clanking suit of ceremonial armor that had fallen down due to Anne grabbing the carpet in question and pulling it along her.
"I am wondering," I said dryly, "Why two grown-up men cannot hold a single young girl into her rooms."
"Your grace-" one of the two said, "We're sorry for this-she rushed off before we could stop her-"
I glanced down at the tear-stricken teenager. She was wearing a simple enough dress of soft pink hue -the royal tailor had probably decided to just throw together some curtains and stitch them up.
"I thought I said she was not to be harmed?" as I said that, there was a slight tensing on the part of both guards even as I knelt in front of the girl, who had stopped trying to claw for her life against the carpet and was now staring at me. She had two angry red welts on the sides of her cheeks, the product of slaps, with all probability. "Here, a handkerchief-" as I pulled it out to hand it over, she simply gave it one quick look, and then hesitantly took it as the two knights let go of her, nervously waiting for their verdicts.
"Return to your posts," I said to the two as Anne proceeded to wipe away her tears and then blow her nose into it -why wasn't I surprised she'd do something like that? "I'll take care of her for the time being."
The two guards hesitated only briefly, but realizing that their asses were in hot water to begin with, they obeyed.
I turned to look at the teenager, still on the floor.
This time, when I offered her my hand, she clasped it.
This was progress, at least.
Anne did not calm down, but at the very least she stopped screaming. The roasted duck was a delicacy of Gallia's royal chef, and as it was served in front of her by servants, she absentmindedly thanked them for the service, much to their surprise.
"Now the right fork-" she tore into the duck with her hands, making me groan and wince. "The fork. The knife. We are not animals-"
"It's delicious!" she hummed in pleasure, taking large bites and letting all of the tender meat juice drip down her plate. "Is this wine?" she asked next, staring at the pitcher in front of her. As a servant moved to grab it and pour her some, she outright beat her to it and filled her own goblet, spilling some on the tablecloth. The silk tablecloth that would thus need to be washed later. "It is! What is it?" she took a sip, and then coughed. "The hell-"
I swear, the idea of leaving her into the hands of an etiquette teacher was growing a thousand times stronger. Unfortunately, the etiquette teacher would be bringing out the stick, or the wand, and it was better not to.
I ate in quiet silence, and once I was done and Anne looked satisfied, I stood up. "I will show you to your rooms," I said. "They are reasonably close to my own," I added. "Be on your best behavior while not in my presence-perhaps after a good night of rest you might be more amenable to properly listen to what I have to say."
"Whatever," Anne snorted as she followed me through the hallways, a servant guiding us both to the guest rooms chosen for her. Outside her doors, and outside her windows, there were more than enough guards just so casually stationed that it wasn't funny. "Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and this will just be one of those LSD dreams."
I said nothing, even as I showed her into her rooms. She whistled in surprise, the servants assigned to her room inwardly making prayers to the Founder for her lack of class. As she took the sights in, I gestured for one of the commoners by the door, who drew near and bowed, waiting for instructions.
"Once she's changed, take her...clothes and have them burned. Tomorrow morning, have the tailor give her new ones," I said flatly.
"It will be as you say, your grace," the commoner said, dutifully bowing and stepping back to the side of the room. I left her there, the doors closing behind me as I gazed at the knights of the Rose Parterre assigned out of the door.
"She is not to be harmed," I said. "If she escapes, paralyze her and bring her back into her rooms. Tell the same to the guards outside," I sighed. "Now, it has been a long and trying day. Good luck, knights of the Rose Parterre."
"Your grace!" they replied in unison, bowing as I left them there.
The problem of sharing the room with Isabella was that I couldn't order the servants to just let me change in peace, but had to let them do it. I unceremoniously dropped face first on the bed after they were done and dismissed, much to Isabella's consternation. "Henry? Do you need to visit the head healer once more?" I could feel her fingers move to the back of my head, where I had been hurt, perhaps seeking signs of the scar. "Ah, it left no scars. Good, good. We would have beheaded that foolish healer otherwise."
"Beheading a head healer because of scars is excessive, Isabella," I grumbled under my breath.
"Nonsense, anyone that is a head healer but cannot heal without scarring is at most worthy of being compost," Isabella retorted with a huff. "Now, will you tell me what it was all about with that commoner girl? I have heard the wildest tales-she is not an assassin who got the better of you, was she?" as she asked that, I felt her fingers tap on the back of my neck, "Because that is the one rumor we might be willing to accept as plausible, unless father decided to return to his foolish ways-or even worse, judging by how such a commoner and crude girl can only belong to the worst brothels in all of existence-"
"No," I grumbled. "Joseph tried summoning," I muttered. "And he summoned this strange girl. I got hurt by the blast of his spell-and that's it."
"Oh? Is that so?" I could feel Isabella's lips purse in displeasure. "Then the fact that she has strange runes on her forehead, that is meaningless?"
"What can I say?" I replied with a sigh. "The runes are those of the...Myozuno...Myozano...Myoz-something-"
"The myozunitonirun?" Isabella said, her breathing stopping for a second. "The holy familiar Miodtnir? The mind of God said to be-that's-my father-" she blinked and then forcefully made me turn, since I either did that, or she'd snap my head trying to look me in the eyes. "Henry! It's quite rude to play a prank on your cute wife," she pouted, her lips thinning and her eyes narrowing. "You do not have to go to such lengths to defend my father's poor moral fiber."
"I am not lying," I said tiredly. "Although she is...unruly, crass, violent-and tiresome to the extreme," I grumbled, closing my eyes and yawning. "She might get better after one good night of sleep-"
Isabella huffed, and then grabbed hold of my left arm, pulling it over her shoulders as she grabbed hold of my nightgown with her fingers -males, females, we all had nightgowns and we all enjoyed them very much, thank you for asking.
"You do remember that we're leaving for your sister's wedding in two weeks, do you?" as she asked that, I hummed half-asleep. There was nothing like a good night of sleep to recharge the batteries and think about what to do next with a clearer view.
"Good night, my Henry," I heard Isabella mumble.
"Night...Isa," I muttered too.
The next day, the high-pitched yells of an angry young girl could be heard all the way through the hallway, with various degrees of What the hell are these granny clothes!? You shitheads burned my party clothing! I want them back right now! Where's that Duke? Over there!? Blissful silence was interrupted when I heard the telltale sounds of someone being stopped at the door by the guards stationed outside.
Oi, let me in! The bastard who burned my clothes is in there- there was a thump. A gasp. And I exhaled as I stood up the servants in the room moving nimbly to dress me up.
"You are not allowed inside," the voice from beyond the door came muffled, but it was clear it belonged to one of the knights of the Parterre.
"You fucking hit me! You-" a second thump. A second gasp, and then silence. Well, not really silence. There were the choked sobs of a young girl who had never been hit, not even by her parents, receive two slaps in rapid succession and suddenly realize that no, her attitude wasn't going to fly.
The knight who lost his patience first was going to be punished, but Anne didn't need to know that.
Still, as I finished dressing up and made to leave, Isabella stood to sit up and yawned. "Henry...no good morning kiss?" she mumbled.
"There is too much noise outside this morning," I replied, pointing at the door from beyond which the sound of knights trying to pull someone up amidst various curses and exclamations could be heard. "I'll deal with it."
Isabella pouted. "Can't we just have that commoner beheaded already? Father can summon another familiar, one perhaps less crude."
I raised an eyebrow in her direction. Isabella huffed, and looked away, "Your bleeding soft heart is a beautiful feature of yours, Henry...but it makes things much more difficult than they have to be. Perhaps a good beating would work wonders? Just let the guards beat her up a bit-it grows character."
"No, no it doesn't," I replied offhandedly. "It's a crude and evil way to get someone to listen to you, and it doesn't work. In the end, you merely teach the child that power is to be feared, not respected-" there was the sound of scraping on the floor. Were they dragging her away? Oh, come on!
I opened the doors and closed them sharply behind me, my eyes set on the now paralyzed figures of two knights, one fourteen years old girl clawing at the carpet, and a clanking suit of ceremonial armor that had fallen down due to Anne grabbing the carpet in question and pulling it along her.
"I am wondering," I said dryly, "Why two grown-up men cannot hold a single young girl into her rooms."
"Your grace-" one of the two said, "We're sorry for this-she rushed off before we could stop her-"
I glanced down at the tear-stricken teenager. She was wearing a simple enough dress of soft pink hue -the royal tailor had probably decided to just throw together some curtains and stitch them up.
"I thought I said she was not to be harmed?" as I said that, there was a slight tensing on the part of both guards even as I knelt in front of the girl, who had stopped trying to claw for her life against the carpet and was now staring at me. She had two angry red welts on the sides of her cheeks, the product of slaps, with all probability. "Here, a handkerchief-" as I pulled it out to hand it over, she simply gave it one quick look, and then hesitantly took it as the two knights let go of her, nervously waiting for their verdicts.
"Return to your posts," I said to the two as Anne proceeded to wipe away her tears and then blow her nose into it -why wasn't I surprised she'd do something like that? "I'll take care of her for the time being."
The two guards hesitated only briefly, but realizing that their asses were in hot water to begin with, they obeyed.
I turned to look at the teenager, still on the floor.
This time, when I offered her my hand, she clasped it.
This was progress, at least.
- Location
- Germany
- Pronouns
- He/Him
What ever made you think this world confirmed to a story you had read - and even if, keep doing so?
Knee to the balls. Isabella kills her shortly after. Has her body cut into enough pieces to be shown in every village in Gallia then burned then dissolved then burned some more and finally fed to a dying monkey who is then symbolically executed and burned again.
Ah but seriously Isabella is going to be terrifying in this matter.
- Location
- Germany
Why do I have the feeling this was an unintentional good cop, bad cop routine to get her to listen?
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
Perhaps Isabella can have the two guards as her chew toys. That'll distract her for a good while and she may even have Henry's blessing.
Gazing Eye
Compound, Lidless, Always Watching.
oh just wait until she gets her hand on some magical items....
some dolls are gonna fuck those guards right up
some dolls are gonna fuck those guards right up
Bahn
:D
- Location
- :D
Stress relief for Isa, while the guards get their punishment. Two birds, one stone. Devious, I like.
NewAgeOfPower
Engineering Pornagrapher Extraordinaire
- Location
- An Certain Hive of Scum & Villainy, known as NYC
Say what you want, Shade, but the beating from the guards made her less obnoxious. Don't punish them.
Next, your teenage waifu executes her for distracting you too much.
Jackercracks
In a British accent
- Location
- England
That's about what I was thinking. Normally I'd be against things like that, but if she doesn't get it clear in her head that this isn't Kansas then she likely won't live to the end of the year, or possibly even the end of the week if she rubs Joseph the wrong way. So far as that man is concerned there is a thin line between charming honesty and just being tiresome or boring, and being on the wrong side of that line might well have him break her neck and try again. And that's to say nothing of her insulting the wrong person then being killed out of hand before they realise that she is Josephs, or poisoned in the night if she truly manages to step on the wrong toes.
- Location
- sweden
If we didn't see this from his perspective I would be certain that he arranged for a "good cop, bad cop" on purpose to get her trust.
I really wouldn't have put that beyond him.
I really wouldn't have put that beyond him.
The Grey Mage
Certified Team Flare Hater
- Location
- Parallel Universe 43-j
Holy shit you're a fast writer. I binged this yesterday, and all of a sudden two new chapters?!?! 
- Location
- Kansas
I think the lost Ducky has finally realized just how reasonable Henry was being.
Alphaleph
The Firstiest of First
well, it's reasonable pace for three people.
They churn out one chapter a day.
- Pronouns
- she/her
Considering how Henry was able to sneak away from their 'watchful' eyes for years. Those bitches were probably sleeping on the job.
Yeah, unlike those barbaric guards who caused her physical pain for flailing with a stolen weapon and trespassing, Henry only threatened to set her on fire and skewer her with a sword over an insult, like a civilized person!