Oh I am slain!
Wynaut?
- Location
- Tatooine
Well, Henry had always wanted a hen. Can he keep the moe blob? :3
Noblesse Oblige [Znt/SI]
Generalissimo
Generalissimo of SufficientVelocity
- Location
- Tropico, Tropico
There's something out there waiting for us. . .
- Location
- Austria
I certainly hope that this negligence will come back to bite MC in the ass. Ignoring literal child eater to not be an hour late for dinner is kind of a dick move. Irresponsible one too, but this is aristocrat and teenager to boot.
Tabi
Expert Jissou Abuser
So you understand where he's coming from yet want him to suffer the consequences anyway. I'm getting mixed messages here.
- Pronouns
- she/her
That iron blade spell would be infinitely more useful if he could summon the iron with a sharp point instead of making seperate stages to conjure metal, shape it, and then propel it like a javelin. It takes way too long to work in a battle where the opponent is capable of fighting back at all.
Combatwise the heated iron is
worthless for anything but sadism shock value. Fragmenting the iron lance once impaled would do way more damage much faster.
Combatwise the heated iron is
worthless for anything but sadism shock value. Fragmenting the iron lance once impaled would do way more damage much faster.
Chapter Fifty-Five
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Fifty-Five
Princess Henrietta de Tristain was a young charming girl that couldn't stand still, just like Louise. They both rushed about doing their own stuff, fought each other, got scolded by Cattleya, and made peace. Fact was, in the presence of royalty the ban on wine was lifted, but even then it still arrived watered down. I said nothing, and politely made a good, noble-approved face. Since Henrietta's guard was Jean-Jacques -he was truly showing himself as a model knight, all things considered- he was invited for dinner too.
On the other hand, his task was to protect the princess, and he couldn't do that with a fork and a knife in hand, so he had to stick to the wall together with a few colleagues of his, who calmly stared at their princess' back without much of a hint of worry.
"Can we go riding tomorrow?" Henrietta asked, looking right at Karin, who in turn gave a glance in the direction of her guards. The guards, at being stared at, made the tiniest of imperceptible shakes of their heads.
"Unfortunately, that will not be possible," Karin said in the end. "The horses need to rest. They have been used extensively the last week."
"What about the manticores?" Henrietta asked.
"Those too need to rest," Karin said.
"Although I will be using mine tomorrow," I replied calmly, "unless they tell me that they've found the second orc, I do not think it would be proper to let such a beast go unattended in the countryside."
"Your work will simply pile up," Karin said with an eerily quiet tone.
"I prefer to sleep with my conscience clear," I answered back without as much as an afterthought.
"Then do as you wish," Karin said. "Although I do not think her highness should be brought along."
"I'll behave!" Henrietta said, "I want to see what it's like flying on a manticore! They never let me fly with the mounts of the royal guards at the palace," she pouted. "I'll do everything I'm told to do." She nodded with such earnestness, that I could feel my heart melt. Karin's heart was made of ice and steel, but even hers was starting to heat up a little at such a show.
"I wanna go with Henny too!" Louise said hastily, her own pout and watery eyes enhancing the effect.
"Guh," I gurgled, clenching my fists. This was truly absolute cuteness. They were so cute, I was starting to see tiny chicks in them. Tiny, adorable, fluffy chicks that needed to be hugged and told that everything would be all right and that-
"Fine," Karin said in the end. "Then I will be bringing her highness with me, while lord Wardes can bring you, Louise," she eyed Jean-Jacques, who nodded and bowed. Cattleya's face, in that moment, twitched with something that I recognized intimately well in the same faces of a hundred girls that had been played by the Gramont's charms and now saw the target of their affections together with yet another girl.
This was jealousy.
She was just a young woman in love, I supposed, so jealousy was at the order of the day.
It was up to Jean-Jacques to solve that problem, not me though. My problem was to find a way to deal an attack faster than the Heavy Wind could chant before the break time was over. At the moment, I was half inclined to buy a gun, load it and then have it open fire on the spot.
But I was pretty sure Karin would deflect the gunshot and retaliate with yet another highly precise blade of wind.
The next morning, I found myself on the back of Freedom once more, Raven already flying in large circles over my head. Cattleya had woken up early in the morning too, and was sitting in her wheelchair outside in the courtyard, a book in her hands. "Brother," Cattleya spoke from her wheelchair, looking hopefully at me. She bit her lip as she closed her book. "Can I..."
I grinned, and extended a hand. "A quick ride, nothing more," I said with a smile, and to that Cattleya beamed me a smile of her own as she grabbed it. I pulled her up, holding her on my lap as I patted Freedom with my other hand. The next moment, we were airborne with Raven cawing by my side, rather than over my head.
"Ah-ah..." Cattleya gasped for air, her eyes closed shut as she held on to me, her breathing uneven and yet, even then, she was smiling. "This is beautiful-"
"Perhaps you should open your eyes and look ahead, not down," I replied as I gently began to curve the manticore. "Look right ahead, at the horizon," as I whispered that, Cattleya's eyes timidly opened to look in the direction I mentioned.
"It's beautiful," Cattleya muttered. "And you see this every time you fly?"
"Of course I do," I replied, "But now we have to go back, before mother finds out I gave you a lift I was told never to give you on promise of swift retribution," I nodded most wisely, even as we landed back in the courtyard and I dismounted first, in order to help her come down next. She hugged me tightly before returning to her wheelchair, and to the book she had left behind.
"You're the best," she said with a smile. "Stay safe."
I gave her a nod and a wave of the hand, and then once more took to the skies.
The mayor of La Fontaine had nothing new to say, which meant that the beast had either ignored his patrols, or had gone elsewhere. "Should we have a hunting party prepared, your grace?" the mayor asked, but I simply shook my head.
"No, I'll manage on my own," and with that, I was once more in the air. So, Jean-Jacques had said that orcs tended to go hunting by night, and neared rivers to drink. This meant they needed to find a comfortable hiding place that was close to a river, but away from the villages themselves. Raven cawed as he dropped back down below the line of trees, my orders clear.
Why couldn't they make trees out of some form of transparent material?
A Detect Magic spell was useless in this situation, although if someone could cook up a Detect Monsters, I would be the first to approve of its use.
A few minutes later, the feelings of joy that erupted in my chest made me immediately gaze through Raven's sight, his vision showing me the reason for his happiness. He had apparently found the big, bad monster that had eaten half a deer.
I swallowed noisily as I stared at the creature in question, which slept curled upon itself with a hefty amount of leafs and brambles to cover most of his form.
It was an orc, of that there was no doubt. It also was easily twice the size of the orc I had killed.
Raven acted as my pinpointing flare, and as I carefully pointed my wand down in the direction of where I was sure the orc was, I began to chant.
"Rip, skewer-" I finished the chant as the spell departed from the tip of my wand, shattering the top of the trees and reducing to bloody pulp most of the body of the orc in question, who did not even scream as he died on the spot, more than three quarters of his body turned to pulp, or outright sent to fly away like silly rag-doll physics.
"Well done!" Raven cawed from near me. I simply patted his head with a sigh.
Thus, the most exciting day of my entire break finished in less than a morning.
...
Nobody would know if I somewhat took my time getting back home, right?
Princess Henrietta de Tristain was a young charming girl that couldn't stand still, just like Louise. They both rushed about doing their own stuff, fought each other, got scolded by Cattleya, and made peace. Fact was, in the presence of royalty the ban on wine was lifted, but even then it still arrived watered down. I said nothing, and politely made a good, noble-approved face. Since Henrietta's guard was Jean-Jacques -he was truly showing himself as a model knight, all things considered- he was invited for dinner too.
On the other hand, his task was to protect the princess, and he couldn't do that with a fork and a knife in hand, so he had to stick to the wall together with a few colleagues of his, who calmly stared at their princess' back without much of a hint of worry.
"Can we go riding tomorrow?" Henrietta asked, looking right at Karin, who in turn gave a glance in the direction of her guards. The guards, at being stared at, made the tiniest of imperceptible shakes of their heads.
"Unfortunately, that will not be possible," Karin said in the end. "The horses need to rest. They have been used extensively the last week."
"What about the manticores?" Henrietta asked.
"Those too need to rest," Karin said.
"Although I will be using mine tomorrow," I replied calmly, "unless they tell me that they've found the second orc, I do not think it would be proper to let such a beast go unattended in the countryside."
"Your work will simply pile up," Karin said with an eerily quiet tone.
"I prefer to sleep with my conscience clear," I answered back without as much as an afterthought.
"Then do as you wish," Karin said. "Although I do not think her highness should be brought along."
"I'll behave!" Henrietta said, "I want to see what it's like flying on a manticore! They never let me fly with the mounts of the royal guards at the palace," she pouted. "I'll do everything I'm told to do." She nodded with such earnestness, that I could feel my heart melt. Karin's heart was made of ice and steel, but even hers was starting to heat up a little at such a show.
"I wanna go with Henny too!" Louise said hastily, her own pout and watery eyes enhancing the effect.
"Guh," I gurgled, clenching my fists. This was truly absolute cuteness. They were so cute, I was starting to see tiny chicks in them. Tiny, adorable, fluffy chicks that needed to be hugged and told that everything would be all right and that-
"Fine," Karin said in the end. "Then I will be bringing her highness with me, while lord Wardes can bring you, Louise," she eyed Jean-Jacques, who nodded and bowed. Cattleya's face, in that moment, twitched with something that I recognized intimately well in the same faces of a hundred girls that had been played by the Gramont's charms and now saw the target of their affections together with yet another girl.
This was jealousy.
She was just a young woman in love, I supposed, so jealousy was at the order of the day.
It was up to Jean-Jacques to solve that problem, not me though. My problem was to find a way to deal an attack faster than the Heavy Wind could chant before the break time was over. At the moment, I was half inclined to buy a gun, load it and then have it open fire on the spot.
But I was pretty sure Karin would deflect the gunshot and retaliate with yet another highly precise blade of wind.
The next morning, I found myself on the back of Freedom once more, Raven already flying in large circles over my head. Cattleya had woken up early in the morning too, and was sitting in her wheelchair outside in the courtyard, a book in her hands. "Brother," Cattleya spoke from her wheelchair, looking hopefully at me. She bit her lip as she closed her book. "Can I..."
I grinned, and extended a hand. "A quick ride, nothing more," I said with a smile, and to that Cattleya beamed me a smile of her own as she grabbed it. I pulled her up, holding her on my lap as I patted Freedom with my other hand. The next moment, we were airborne with Raven cawing by my side, rather than over my head.
"Ah-ah..." Cattleya gasped for air, her eyes closed shut as she held on to me, her breathing uneven and yet, even then, she was smiling. "This is beautiful-"
"Perhaps you should open your eyes and look ahead, not down," I replied as I gently began to curve the manticore. "Look right ahead, at the horizon," as I whispered that, Cattleya's eyes timidly opened to look in the direction I mentioned.
"It's beautiful," Cattleya muttered. "And you see this every time you fly?"
"Of course I do," I replied, "But now we have to go back, before mother finds out I gave you a lift I was told never to give you on promise of swift retribution," I nodded most wisely, even as we landed back in the courtyard and I dismounted first, in order to help her come down next. She hugged me tightly before returning to her wheelchair, and to the book she had left behind.
"You're the best," she said with a smile. "Stay safe."
I gave her a nod and a wave of the hand, and then once more took to the skies.
The mayor of La Fontaine had nothing new to say, which meant that the beast had either ignored his patrols, or had gone elsewhere. "Should we have a hunting party prepared, your grace?" the mayor asked, but I simply shook my head.
"No, I'll manage on my own," and with that, I was once more in the air. So, Jean-Jacques had said that orcs tended to go hunting by night, and neared rivers to drink. This meant they needed to find a comfortable hiding place that was close to a river, but away from the villages themselves. Raven cawed as he dropped back down below the line of trees, my orders clear.
Why couldn't they make trees out of some form of transparent material?
A Detect Magic spell was useless in this situation, although if someone could cook up a Detect Monsters, I would be the first to approve of its use.
A few minutes later, the feelings of joy that erupted in my chest made me immediately gaze through Raven's sight, his vision showing me the reason for his happiness. He had apparently found the big, bad monster that had eaten half a deer.
I swallowed noisily as I stared at the creature in question, which slept curled upon itself with a hefty amount of leafs and brambles to cover most of his form.
It was an orc, of that there was no doubt. It also was easily twice the size of the orc I had killed.
Raven acted as my pinpointing flare, and as I carefully pointed my wand down in the direction of where I was sure the orc was, I began to chant.
"Rip, skewer-" I finished the chant as the spell departed from the tip of my wand, shattering the top of the trees and reducing to bloody pulp most of the body of the orc in question, who did not even scream as he died on the spot, more than three quarters of his body turned to pulp, or outright sent to fly away like silly rag-doll physics.
"Well done!" Raven cawed from near me. I simply patted his head with a sigh.
Thus, the most exciting day of my entire break finished in less than a morning.
...
Nobody would know if I somewhat took my time getting back home, right?
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Generalissimo
Generalissimo of SufficientVelocity
- Location
- Tropico, Tropico
Nothing could possibly go even slightly wrong in that strategy!
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Watch as Karin shows up to give you a hand, and finds you off in some inn drinking with the riffraff.
Well your clearly going to get some shit for the Princess's ride. Considering your about hip deep in it already... Your pretty well fucked.
- Location
- Seattle, WA
Elsewhere, Karin was about to take a sip of her tea when suddenly, her head snapped up and she looked in a seemingly random direction, before her eyes narrowed.
ShineUCrazyStar
Grossly Incandescent
- Location
- Being the Sun
Nothing wrong with having a little toast to victory with a celebratory
- Location
- Brazil
And again no one sees Henry going UNLIMITED POWAH on something.
At least he's probably getting a lot of XP from this. He needs to rank up soon, or at least to Evolve his familiar.
At least he's probably getting a lot of XP from this. He needs to rank up soon, or at least to Evolve his familiar.
Malbutorius
C'est le bien qui fait mal
I have a feeling that they'll somehow rope him into a game.
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
- Pronouns
- He/Him
"A disturbance in the Rule. It's as if someone was enjoying themselves..."
Baladar
Mad Scientist in Training
- Location
- Louisiana
Enjoying themselves you said? That sounds like...fun!
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LastStandZiggy
Last To Fall
- Location
- Kingman, Az
Assumption.
While Henry is away Cattleya has a severe relapse and passes away.
This is a Shade story after all.
While Henry is away Cattleya has a severe relapse and passes away.
This is a Shade story after all.
Alright thread. I am confused by your behavior and I have been so for the last couple months. See I've read several of shades stories already so I simply don't understand this rampant paranoia. None of the stories I've read have been all that dark. Sure many of them had premises which involved suffering and there is conflict of course but they weren't by any measure non-stop angst fests nor is Shade the Second Coming of George R. Martin/William Shakespeare/the people who wrote the bible.
So I don't understand why people act this way in his story threads; clearly I am missing some context. Which story made everyone so paranoid? Because frankly the stories I've read have been pretty bright where the heroes win, the people who should be together get together, the bad guys are punished, and everything else sickeningly Disney.
So I don't understand why people act this way in his story threads; clearly I am missing some context. Which story made everyone so paranoid? Because frankly the stories I've read have been pretty bright where the heroes win, the people who should be together get together, the bad guys are punished, and everything else sickeningly Disney.
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Same here.
- Location
- Elsewhere
Anythig from Provence or the Var.
Chianti.
Edit: there's a really strong tasting italian red called "Inferno", it's almost impossible to find, but it's worth it if only to see the look of everyone else at the table when you serve it
Assuming you're not asking for something to eat with dessert, in wich case a Fragolino or Vermouth.
Let me see... There are exactly 2 whites I ca stomach, so the correct response would be something on the lines of "burn the heretic"
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