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Roland didn't know what he was expecting Mynnow to do, but bypassing the hand entirely and throwing herself at him for a tear-stained hug was definitely not on the list. For the longest ten seconds of his life, he remained frozen in place as Mynnow sobbed in his chest, tears dripping down his...

Roland frowned. Poor thing. Her parents were all she had in this world and in one night, they were gone. No immediate relatives to speak of. He stood up and rounded the table to kneel in front of her, eyes locked onto hers. "Not anymore. I'll look after you." At least until I can find someone...

Roland ate with Mynnow in relative silence, neither willing to strike up conversation. It wasn't for lack of subjects to discuss, but after the harrowing events of the previous night, it didn't feel like the appropriate time or place. He kept his head on a swivel, eyes surveying the inn around...

Bethesda heard her partner's counsel and, mercifully, backed off to give the grieving woman some space. Their business was concluded, the target was eliminated, and soon things could return to relative normalcy and the afflicted families had closure. Then came the least appealing part of her...

Bethesda knew of the second presence the moment they'd entered the house, and fully expected him to flee Thadeus when he investigated the bedroom. With one swift motion, she flung her arm outward and hurled a knife that embedded itself into the fugitives back, earning a satisfying cry of pain as...

Bethesda helped herself to the chair adjacent from the woman. She took a moment to watch the young lady squirm. "Something wrong?" The woman pursed her lips together. "My apologies, ma'am. I'm just a little nervous. I've never had Inquisitors in my home before." Bethesda rested her left hand...

Bethesda stood off to the side, letting her more imposing partner start the conversation. That was their usual routine. It put the subject more at ease if the more obviously intimidating person came across as calm and reasonable. Her eyes scanned the inside of the house, her metal mask...

Roland smiled as he helped Mynnow up. He'd successfully gotten his foot in the door with her, which was a step-up from her wanting to tear out his throat last night. Now, there was the problem of clothing and food. The transformation had left her thin night gown in tatters and she hadn't had a...

Roland raised a brow when asked if he was a Templar, then wondered if the girl had ever seen one before. Templars wore very distinct armor that was of greater quality than even the best state-issue knight armor. Thick black plating with white highlights, their helmets sporting the holy cross...

"Whoa, girl!" Roland held up his hands, trying to calm Adelaide. "Easy, easy!" He stroked her neck and petted her head to ease her nerves. "What's got you spooked?" Adelaide sputtered and raised her snout, pointed behind Roland. He turned to see the little girl sprawled on the forest floor...

The hot air stung Roland's eyes and he instinctively blinked. That proved to be all that was needed. In half a second, the young lycan had crossed the hall and tackled him right through the window. The crash of glass filled Roland's ears, followed by the rush of wind as they plummeted from the...

Roland didn't even have a second to register what was happening before he was suddenly and violently cast against the wall with such force, Roland was certain he cracked the wood. He slumped into a seated heap on the floor and groaned. His armor, thankfully, absorbed the brunt of the impact but...

Even with his helmet on, Roland had to press his face into his forearm to minimize inhaling the black fumes that threatened to scorch his lungs. The hot, dry air had already drawn sweat from his pores and his heavy armor would only exhaust him quicker. He couldn't stay in this house anymore. He...

Sir Roland kept his eyes on the road. Night had fallen about an hour ago, drowning the forest in darkness. The lantern he carried with him did little to dispel the shadows. It was dangerous traveling the roads at night. There was always potential for highwaymen to ambush and rob you. But Roland...

"That wasn't very regal of you!" Peach quipped, a playful grin playing with her lips. Indeed, this wouldn't have flown back in Zelda's home. Hyrule wasn't as lax as the Mushroom Kingdom, something that was apparent in how their respective royalties conducted themselves. Thus, it filled her with...

Peach pursed her glossy lips. Some people in attendance were beginning to stare. If the media sharks caught this on camera, Luigi would branded with this embarrassment for years. Through a forced smile, she squeaked, "Not helping, Zelda." Peach rested a hand on the younger brother's shoulder...

Peach followed Zelda's gaze back to the sulking green brother of the Mushroom kingdom's champion and instantly felt a pang of regret strike her heart. The poor thing had come so far in the tournament, his confidence rising with his preliminary victory, only to be cast down by King Dedede in the...

@satanael The sun bathed the arena in its natural warmth and a gentle breeze washed over the excited crowd as they chirped and hollered with anticipation. There couldn't have been better weather conditions for an event like this. Today was the culmination of weeks of thrilling competition...