In Character Roleplay

[Blitzer]

OOC: Sorry I didn't post yesterday. As soon I went to post, RP Nations decided to go on hiatus. 


Kaladin finished unsaddling the horses and gave a smile at the constrained stable boy who didn't feel like the prince should be unsaddling his horse. He walked into the castle as quietly as a cat. Tutoring. What fun! He was advanced beyond his other siblings, so he did self study most of the time. And he ran into Emrys going in the opposite direction. He snatched him by the collar once again and without even listening to him began dragging him with him.


"No more trouble today. Understand?"   


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Liam Harcourt
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    Liam awoke with a start. Opening his eyes, he stared up at the smooth blue ceiling and let out a yawn. Yet he remembered his ceiling was white, his walls a tan color. He also felt cold. Sitting up and looking around, chills ran up his spine.


    The garden. It used to be a beautiful labyrinth of green hedges and flowers. Liam loved to play there, running up and down the lanes, playing hide and seek, and tag with his siblings. But when Malice came, his sanctuary was destroyed. It turned dark, evil by magic. The formerly luscious vines, now thick thorns, came out at an attempt to trap anyone that entered.


    Liam was sitting at the steps, right before the garden started. 'It happened again...' The boy felt like crying. Ever since the that horrible day, he had nightmare. When they'd get bad enough, it'd cause him to sleepwalk. Usually his sibling caught him before he could wander anywhere dangerous, but it seemed that didn't happen today.


    'Stay strong. Like Kal and Emrys would.' After calming himself down, Liam stood up and walked into the palace. The halls were quiet, no one moving through them. 'It must still be early.' The boy said as he turned towards the great hall. 'Wait, so that must mean... it still morning.' With another yawn, Liam opened the doors to the dormitories. They were empty, all the rooms.


    'Oh no!' Liam ran, as fast as he could. Lessons! He ran to the library, he was late for lesson. 'Mr. Poricue, he's going to be so mad.' Liam made it to the library door. He hesitated before knocking on the door and peeking in.


   Most his siblings were already there, and so was Mr. Poricue. Liam just went straight in his chair, sitting beside Aaliyah. "Hey where have you been?" she asked worriedly, and then giggled. "And why are you in your sleepwear still?" The boy looked down to see he was still in his night gown. Looking up at his tutor and then at his siblings, his cheeks turned bright red.

(Hope I got everyone...)
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 Bramble continued to yell through the town, galloping through the streets with guards hot on her trail, her dock locks flying out behind her. She went farther and farther away from the palace, leading the guards further away from her siblings, she didn't have time to wonder what became of Abenthy, or how Kaladin got back. She sincerely hoped the guard (Frederick) had escorted them back to the palace, although she doubted he did. Who'd listen to a girl? A child. 
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Bramble was whisked out of her thoughts as she realized the yelling of guards and there heavy footsteps had faded, she'd only had a moment to realize she'd reached the border of the city. 


Without any reins, it was much more difficult to control the horse. Bramble attempted to skid the horse to a halt, and it succeeded but it was too late.  Bramble and Malice's horse were launched backwards as they ran into the magical barrier. 


Both were launched backwards Bramble was thrown into the air like a ragdoll and the air seemed to shatter. Her ears were ringing as she slammed unto the cobblestone road, landing on her side, dark waves cascaded over her face, her head throbbed painfully, and her ribs ached. 


She heard the rumble of  multiple footsteps approaching near as guards came running to her aid, a shout, and a bunch of curses from some guards at her helpless sight. Bramble attempted to get up but she couldn't move; as if her limbs had no blood, she hadn't even the energy to flinch as she felt herself thrown over a guards shoulder, swinging side to side as the troop of guards turned and moved back towards the palace. Bramble's vision faded, her eyelids feeling heavy, and she faded into the dark abyss of unconsciousness, where she dreamt. 


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~ Bramble's dream ~
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Bramble was standing in Mother's room. The smell of baby ointment, and white cake was strong in the room, that's what Mother smelled like, Bramble loved it. Tonight was a ball, one in which Bramble was permitted to attend. Her Mother would not this time, as she had council with her advisors and such. However, her father would. Her mother insisted he be there, considering he missed every other ball. 


Bramble caught herself in the reflection of the glowering tea set. Dark waves framed her face and her tightly strung corset flushed her cheeks. From shoulder to waist she wore a silver sash. She looked regal, and nothing like herself. 


"I look corking. Everyone says I look like you." Bramble said. 


"You lucky thing! Do a Schleswig curtsy." Mother said, smiling one of her room brightening smiles. 


Bramble's feet took over and she dipped into a curtsy before her mind even realized it. It flowed from the balls of her feet to her fingertips in one rippled movement and a rustle of skirts. She disappeared into a poof of crinolines. 


"Masterful!"  Mother laughed. "You're better then me! Up, up, up. Very good! Ladies' cloaks, in the library, gentlemen's hats-"


"I know, I know, In the entrance hall. I remember." Bramble stood and smoothed her skirts. 


"Brilliant. The gentleman will be mad after you. Dance with every single one and find which one you like best. We can't let your father do all the choosing. 


Bramble's toes curled in her dance slippers. 


She hated the sick milk-turning feeling that came when she thought of her future gentleman. She pictured it like a ball, one that lasted a lifetime, in which her father chose the dance partner. And she didn't know if he would be a considerate dancer, one who led her through tight turns with ease, or if he would lurch through the steps. Or worse, if he was the sort of partner who would force her through the movements and scoff at her when she stumbled at his hand. Bramble swallowed the feeling away. 


"Please come. The wee chicks nearly jumped out of their tonsils when they heard you couldn't attend."  she said. 


"Your father will be there."


"Oh hang," Bramble said. "That's not the same." Bramble leaned down and kissed Mother, whom sat  at her vanity dresser. Inhaling the sweet smell of white cake and baby oil. "I'll still miss you." 


"Bramble," said Mother. "Before you go. Kneel down."


Bramble did, a little surprised. Her skirts poofed about her. Poof. 


Her Mother grasped Bramble's hands firmly in her own, stareing into Bramble's yellow-green eyes with her dark emerald ones with a serious intensity. 


"It's your siblings," said Mother. "Especially Kaladin. He has so much on his shoulders, with ladies fighting over him to marry him, and the weight of the throne coming closer on him... You'll always take care of them won't you?" 


Bramble studied her Mother's face with a worrying face. Her Mother was more tired as of late. Lines of worry and stress etched permanently in her face, her emerald' eyes had deep a sadness, fear and worry in them. 


"Steady on. Is something wrong?" 


"Promise me." 


"Aye...of course." Bramble said. "You know I will." 


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Bramble awoke to the feeling of warm water, and groggily opened her green eyes, realizing she had been undressed and was in the


bath. Her siblings, Jessamine, Eve and Aaliyah, who held tiny Willow, all stared at her with excitement, sitting on the floor at the bathtub at seeing her awake. She hadn't been unconscious for to long apparently. 


"She's awake!" Aaliyah cried, nearly falling into the basin of water, which was nearly cold by now. Her head throbbed, and Bramble wanted nothing more then to sink in the comfort of her sheets, but knew she'd have to get them all to lessons on time. Her wounds having already been tended too, and the servants left her to bathe on her own. 


"Can we get sweets when your done? Pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaassssee" Eve pleaded, Eve had an insatiable appetite. 


Bramble grinned wryly Eve. "Aye, alright. Only if you huck a potato at the guard that carried me." Bramble joked wryly,  making all three girls giggle. 


The girls chatted excitedly about all series of topics as Bramble bathed, scrubbing at her small cuts and such. She had bruises all over her body, especially her torso area. Everything hurt. She was already exhausted. 


"Why are lessons so early?" Bramble groaned as she walked into there room, where servants began to help her dress and get ready for the day. Bramble inhaled sharply as they laced the corset tighter and tigher, she sucked in, wishing Elise or some other sibling shared her pain. Bramble couldn't wait till Elise was fifteen, and had her coming-of-age and she too would begin to wear a corset. Not to say she didn't like it. Wearing a corset was corking. She loved it.  That's what it felt like to be a lady, when you could feel your own heartbeat. 


Bramble was dressed in a sleeveless, white corseted dress, simple but graceful slightly dragging on the floor,  a light and flowing that swayed with her every movement. Her washed, brushed, dark waves cascaded down freely at her waist. 


Bramble ran upstairs in a hurry, they were late to lessons, which were held in the library. The siblings generally gathered in the great hall to go to lessons, considering there were so many, although considering they were late as it was, there was no time. Bramble hoped the other siblings had made it to lessons by now, she was ten minutes behind. Bramble held Kale, keeping him a safe distance away from her shoulder so he wouldn't start biting it. He was a biter. Willow slept in her crib in there room. 


Eve, Aaliyah and Jessamine followed behind her. Dimitri had already gone to the library. Bramble bursted into the library with a bang, her cheeks flushed from running. Dimitri snickered, sitting at one of the chairs, the other chairs neatly arranged in two rows of five seats, facing one direction, where the tutor would usually speak his knowledge, etc. 


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((Gonna kinda god mod here, don't hurt meh))


The parlor room was quite exquisite and fancy, meant for visiting guests, or to entertain. And Malice's favorite place. 


Malice faced the window, gazing outside, down below at the city. He didn't even acknowledge Tobias as he entered the room, his back to him. After a lengthy moment of silence after Tobias entered the room, Malice turned around his eyes lazily flicking over Tobias before gesturing to one of the sofa's with a hand. 


"Ah, Mr. Tobias. I am pleased to see you, please, sit." Malice said gently, as he walked around the room in sleek, catlike movements, a black roguish strand of hair hung in front of his face. 


"Tell me," said Malice, running a pointed finger lazily over a frame which framed a painted portrait of the late King, a stiff, formal man with bright blue eyes and dark hair. The siblings now dead, father. "Where do you hail from Mr. Tobias?" Malice asked softly and curiously, His voice even, he turned his head, his dead black eyes bore into Tobias's, that said 'I dare you to lie', although a hint of a smile showed traces of his long dimples as his gloved fingers drummed the framed portrait. 


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~Tobias King~
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Tobias was fearful. He wasn't afraid to admit it, but he could not show it. He could not allow Malice the satisfaction of seeing him afraid. Malice was indeed intimidating, and was as sly as the Devil himself. Tobias was sitting as still as a statue on the velvet recliner, his mind wheeling for answers to Malice's treacherous questions. "With all due respect, Your Highness, I don't see any reason why a lowly guard such as myself would pique any interest in you," answered Tobias carefully, facing Malice's penetrating gaze with a steady one of his own. 
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@Ms. Sparrow
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~Deborah Ann Harcourt~
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"Now, hold still," the maid, Naomi, ordered Deborah, as the servant dabbed a wet cloth right above Deborah's eyebrow. "But it hurts!" exclaimed Deborah, stomping her foot, wincing as Naomi dabbed some more, to wash the blood away. They were in the siblings's room, where Deborah was getting ready for lessons. Deborah had been brought from outside, caught after that frenzy in the village. Before Deborah knew it, guards had her by the arms, she was screaming and kicking them in every direction, and she was thrown into her and her siblings's chambers to be taken care of by the maids, which included a bath, hair-do, and new dress. 
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She had gained a scar-worthy cut above her eyebrow, which was the final touch before she was sent to Mr. Poricue, the tutor for the Royal children. He was a nice person, except that he was too grouchy and serious, and not fun at all. So, by Deborah's standards, not nice. Deborah sighed as she was kicked out of the room for the maids to clean, knowing she'll be late. Deborah grabbed the books necessary for class, not forgetting her handy sketchbook. She never really paid attention in class; she'd rather sketch than listen to boring history lessons. Well this'll be a gem, she thought pessimistically, as she made her way to the classroom at the east end of the palace, avoiding the evil eyes of Crelakor guards. She wondered where her guard, the one who had saved her at the ball and convinced her to take the punishment, was. She hoped to see him again, and ask his name. Maybe she could draw a cartoony version of him, while in class! Her mood lifted, now that she had something to keep her busy in the classroom. 
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Deborah saw Elise at the door, and rolled her eyes, prancing up to her. "Elise, you know you don't need to do that," she said in her most know-it-all voice. "Just go in!" As if to emphasize her point, Deborah walked straight in, seeing Bramble (to whom Deborah excitedly waved at), Dimitri (who's nose was stuch in yet another romance novel. Deborah will never get why Dimitri likes those kinds of stuff. Now that he's turned thirteen, he reads almost as more novels than Elise! Besides, the kind of books he reads are too mushy and lovey for Deborah), Aaliyah (who was giggling at Liam, who still had his nightwear on. Deborah grinned at that too) , Eve (who was trying to sneak a piece of chocolate in her mouth as discreetly as possible, but was failing) and Jessamine (who was looking frantically through her books, as if she forgot something). and Mr. Poricue, who had his every-day face on: annoyed, impatient, stern and too serious. 
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Deborah wasted no time in taking her seat, right next to Bramble and Dimitri, taking out her sketchbook and pencil, ready to sketch.
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[Lost]

|Emrys Harcourt|


Emrys sighed has he walked to their room. He had acted out of turn today; Abenthy was only trying to help, and for that matter, so was Elisa. He reminded himself to apologize to them when he got the chance; who knew, maybe he and Abenthy could even become friends.


The young prince jerked from Kaladin's grip. His collar, however, did not. As he righted himself, Emrys looked up to see Kaladin still holding the fabric. It had torn that the seams; there'd be no fixing this shirt without it appearing unseemly. 


"I would never dream of it, oh great crown prince Kaladin. I'm trying to become like you, and learn the ways of a coward; heaven knows you play the role well!" He spat the last part, sending a look of pure, unfiltered hatred.


He knew he wasn't making allies today. First Abenthy, then Elisa, and now Kalidin. Though, since Malice arrived, he and his brother had hardly been on good terms.


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[Ms. Sparrow]

  Bramble twisted a strand of hair with a finger as more siblings arrived. She turned and grinned wryly as Liam entered, his cheeks blushing to a bright red as Aaliyah asked him where he'd been. Bramble grinned, as wicked as a devil. 


"Aye," Bramble said, turning in her chair an looking at Liam. "You look ripping Liam." Bramble said wryly, before looking past him and at Deborah, whom had entered the room, and waved to her. Bramble returned the wave with a wink, still grinning wryly although she felt exhausted. Getting knocked unconscious can do that to a person. 


Bramble patted Deborah's head as she instantly sat next to her, in between her and Dimitri. Bramble looked over Deborah's shoulder with interest, wondering what sketch she'd draw today, waiting for lessons to begin, Kaladin and Emrys still missing from lessons. 


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Malice's smile grew thinner, and slightly more colder. His fingers stopped drumming on the portrait, and he looked back at the portrait, looking up at the late Kings face, giving a slight, short laugh, giving a slight shake of his head. 


"Mr. Tobias, I have many interests, some that some people may find, ah, unsettling." Malice said, a smile showing his long dimples, his chocolate timbre soft, still gazing at the portrait. "Poisons for example. I simply find them fascinating. One of the tiniest drops, and you may find your insides slowly withering away, shriveling up, eating at themselves, dying a slow painful death."


Malice looked at Tobias with this, his smile grew colder. Anyone could tell it was the slightest of a threat to Tobias.  Malice was definitely a man of his word. 


"What of you Mr. Tobias? What interests pique your fancy?" Malice asked softly, looking at Tobias, only the faintest of a smile gracing hip lips. 


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[Inheritance]

( Guys someone put together a thing of how many times @Ms. Sparrow has said wryly for Bramble


I was gonna but that's gonna take time finding the 8 billion times she's said "Bramble Wryly looked Wry as she Wryly made a situation more arye. She then grinned wryly, then with a wry motion ran off. Wry.


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[madame moiselle]

~Tobias King~

Though it was cleverly veiled, Tobias instantly caught on to Malice's words, knowing it was a hidden threat, however slight it was. Tobias swallowed down his unease, almost wincing at how much that would pain a person, if they were ever to consume those dangerous poisons Malice spoke of. Tobias glanced down, troubled. At the mention of his interests, Tobias looked up, slightly confused. He knew very well that this was a treacherous confrontation, and it was indeed unsettling that Malice had such appeal to what a lowly guard had to say. 


"No one, Your Highness!" blurted out Tobias, panicked, thinking for a fleeting moment that Malice had discovered something about Tobias and Princess Bramble. "I-I mean..Books---historical fiction that is..Your Highness." Tobias hastily recovered, keeping his voice as neutral possible, while mentally kicking himself for acting like such an idiotic fool in front of Malice. 


~Deborah Ann Harcourt~

Deborah grinned as Bramble patted her head as she sat at her desk, sketchpad and pencil out. She bit the end of the pencil, trying to conjure up the image of her guard. After a few moments, she had the image in mind as she began to draw. First it was his face; she decided to give him an overly structured face, a big chin and wide forehead, with a toothy smile. She kept his blue eyes, wanting to keep them.  She was almost done drawing the basis of the cartoonish face, before Bramble leaned over to see what she was drawing.


"It's the beginning of my sketch of my hero guard," she explained proudly, showing Bramble. "He was super nice, you know. Not like those stinkin' Crelakor guards. He helped me at the ballroom and even helped me avoid punishment!" Bramble turned to her sketch again, drawing the eyes first, then the nose, and the mouth. There. It looked surprising very similar to her hero guard, despite the cartoonish twists.


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[madame moiselle]

(Lol yeah, she does put in 'wryly' a lot xP @Inheritance Though I don't know how much she put wryly in her posts)
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[Ms. Sparrow]

(xD I really do though, I was just thinking about that in my last post lol, I gotta cut back haha)

 

[madame moiselle]

(Or you could use synonyms. I always do  )
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[Inheritance]

( is totally fine, I just notice you say it all the time & I gotta say something. Kinda like when someone like says like like in like every other god damn like sentence )

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

 Bramble watched Deborah sketch with interest, her grin faded as Deborah drew the eyes. Those eyes... Bramble couldn't help but wonder if Deborah who Deborah was drawing, not being able to see who it was just yet.  Bramble couldn't help but lean in further and closer to Deborah, attempting to see past the cartoonish twist. 


As she she almost finished, Bramble realized whom she was drawing, and her cheeks flushed, feeling heat rise to her cheeks as she instantly could now see that Deborah was sketching Tobias. 


The thought of Tobias made her smile slightly, remembering him laughing at her fiery spirit when she'd kicked Malice, something most of her suitors would've thought unladylike and improper for a woman. Not that she cared.  Or the way he had managed to fall asleep when he'd guarded her cell. (Yes, she'd watched him sleep, but only because she couldn't..) Bramble leaned on her elbow hand, her elbow resting on the desk, a faint smile on her lips as her mind wandered to Tobias. 


Mother had always told her about love, she'd never warned her away from it, but told her to embrace it. She used to tell her about love, it was the most strongest thing you'd ever feel, made you feel incredible. She'd always tell this to Bramble, because Mother saw that deep down, Bramble ran from it. She was independent, and stubborn. And sacred. Bramble had seen first hand, that love made you vulnerable weak. 


But her heart stirred,  a flickering warm feeling inside her chest that made her smile, no matter how hard she tried to suppress it. She wondered if there could ever be something between them. She wondered if Tobias felt anything at all. 


Bramble studied Deborah with her green eyes, looking for any teasing smirk or mischievous glint, but Deborah really was serious. Bramble arched an eyebrow, surprised. Tobias had really helped her? Even though he hardly knew them, he'd basically put his life on the line.  Bramble couldn't have been more grateful to him. She wondered if he'd be at the ball this evening. Bramble smiled to herself, giddy as Deborah described how ripping Tobias was. 


"Aye, she said. "He's corking." Bramble said, lost in her own thoughts of Tobias, momentarily forgetting about lessons and the fact Emrys and Kaladin were missing from them. 


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Malice paused as Tobia jumped, his smile growing, his long dimples quite evident on his face.  His black eyes bore right into Tobias's eyes, Malice seemed to see everything. In a way, he did.


"Historical fiction," he said, his smile grew thinner. "Naturally."


 Malice moved around the room in silky movements, sleek and graceful. Making no noise, as soundless as night itself. 


On an end table, along with some other normal odds and ends, was an embroidery needle, and some thread, in one swift movement, Malice grabbed them both before walking over to the sofa across from Tobias, lazily draping himself over it, cutting a sharp black outline against the red, above them, the chandelier candles sprung to life, although Malice made no move of acknowledging the magic. Only his long, gloved fingers moved. 


They crawled and wound about the scarlet-colored web with uncanny dexterity, the needle dangling as he did so. He was playing spiders crib with Aaliyah's embroidery thread, which had disappeared a week ago from the siblings room, while he did so, he spoke. 


"I should think," Malice said, his eyes focused on the thread, lazily regarding Tobias. "History plays a great part in the present." Malice said softly, not waiting for a response he continued softly. 


"What of your history? I find peoples story's quite...fascinating. So many different tales. And yet, we all meet the same fate of death in the end. Some lives long lived, others short lived." Malice said, his voice was dangerously smooth.  Malice twisted his hands, the string wrapping even more weblike around his fingers, awaiting Tobias's response. 


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(I'm terrible at playing villains xD)

 

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|Emrys Harcourt|


Emrys sighed has he walked to their room. He had acted out of turn today; Abenthy was only trying to help, and for that matter, so was Elisa. He reminded himself to apologize to them when he got the chance; who knew, maybe he and Abenthy could even become friends.


The young prince jerked from Kaladin's grip. His collar, however, did not. As he righted himself, Emrys looked up to see Kaladin still holding the fabric. It had torn that the seams; there'd be no fixing this shirt without it appearing unseemly. 


"I would never dream of it, oh great crown prince Kaladin. I'm trying to become like you, and learn the ways of a coward; heaven knows you play the role well!" He spat the last part, sending a look of pure, unfiltered hatred.


He knew he wasn't making allies today. First Abenthy, then Elisa, and now Kalidin. Though, since Malice arrived, he and his brother had hardly been on good terms.


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Emrys naturally jerked away. Should have expected that, and Kaladin wasn't exactly surprised from the tirade that followed from Emrys's mouth. Kaladin sighed deeply and let the fabric fall to the ground. Coward, rightly so called by anyone who could see him. He ignored the coward comment. Nothing good came from attacking that statement. "Feel free to follow my example. Right now we have to be in class, and I'm not taking no for answer." 


Kaladin observed the wrathful faith of Emrys's and his faced softened for second. "Never consider the weight you bear greater than another burden."

 

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♔ Elisa Harcourt ♔
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Elisa growled under her breath as her siblings mocked her for apologising. She shrugged lazily at Bramble when she asked where the rest of her siblings were, pacing her way into the room she grabbed herself a book and sat down on her own beginning to read. Having no intentions to speak to anyone from the way they spoke to her. She wasn't mad per say, just down. There was nothing wrong with having manners Elisa thought to herself, their mother would have patted her head and made a funny face at Elisa for apologising, but it's the small things she was missing. She'd become to distant from her siblings, it was almost a disconnection in the wiring which was strange considering how close they all used to be. Kaladin was the man of the house but seemed to become the second villain, Bramble was herself closer to Deborah than anyone they were inseparable of-course. But Elisa like to be on her own, it gave her a chance to sit and think on the future. She'd been planning to run away just after her fifteenth birthday. Go to one of the families in the small villages and live there until the reign of Malice was over, yet she always contemplated whether she'd be able to abandon her siblings, most likely being seen as a coward. But it was always something that ran round in her mind. Hearing the few others walk through the door, Elisa glanced round but didn't give much notice other than that. She merely looked and looked away reading her book again. She didn't care very much unless the tutor called her over.

 

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|Emrys Harcourt|


Emrys looked down. "I know, it's just..." He returned his gaze to his brother's, his earlier anger replaced with a wealth of sadness. "I still see them when I sleep, you know?" It was true. Though he hid it well, he often found himself staring up at the ceiling, afraid to fall asleep lest he see his parent's bloody, mangled corpses.


Kaladin was right, however. Emrys had been acting selfish as of late. His wasn't the only family Malice had destroyed, and best he start acting like it.


The young prince tensed suddenly, as if he remembered who he was talking to. "We should get to class, before Malice catch us in the halls." He set a brisk pace towards the room their schooling was held in.


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[madame moiselle]

 Bramble watched Deborah sketch with interest, her grin faded as Deborah drew the eyes. Those eyes... Bramble couldn't help but wonder if Deborah who Deborah was drawing, not being able to see who it was just yet.  Bramble couldn't help but lean in further and closer to Deborah, attempting to see past the cartoonish twist. 


As she she almost finished, Bramble realized whom she was drawing, and her cheeks flushed, feeling heat rise to her cheeks as she instantly could now see that Deborah was sketching Tobias. 


The thought of Tobias made her smile slightly, remembering him laughing at her fiery spirit when she'd kicked Malice, something most of her suitors would've thought unladylike and improper for a woman. Not that she cared.  Or the way he had managed to fall asleep when he'd guarded her cell. (Yes, she'd watched him sleep, but only because she couldn't..) Bramble leaned on her elbow hand, her elbow resting on the desk, a faint smile on her lips as her mind wandered to Tobias. 


Mother had always told her about love, she'd never warned her away from it, but told her to embrace it. She used to tell her about love, it was the most strongest thing you'd ever feel, made you feel incredible. She'd always tell this to Bramble, because Mother saw that deep down, Bramble ran from it. She was independent, and stubborn. And sacred. Bramble had seen first hand, that love made you vulnerable weak. 


But her heart stirred,  a flickering warm feeling inside her chest that made her smile, no matter how hard she tried to suppress it. She wondered if there could ever be something between them. She wondered if Tobias felt anything at all. 


Bramble studied Deborah with her green eyes, looking for any teasing smirk or mischievous glint, but Deborah really was serious. Bramble arched an eyebrow, surprised. Tobias had really helped her? Even though he hardly knew them, he'd basically put his life on the line.  Bramble couldn't have been more grateful to him. She wondered if he'd be at the ball this evening. Bramble smiled to herself, giddy as Deborah described how ripping Tobias was. 


"Aye, she said. "He's corking." Bramble said, lost in her own thoughts of Tobias, momentarily forgetting about lessons and the fact Emrys and Kaladin were missing from them. 


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Malice paused as Tobia jumped, his smile growing, his long dimples quite evident on his face.  His black eyes bore right into Tobias's eyes, Malice seemed to see everything. In a way, he did.


"Historical fiction," he said. "Naturally."


 Malice moved around the room in silky movements, sleek and graceful. Making no noise. 


On an end table, along with some other normal odds and ends, was an embroidery needle, and some thread, in one swift movement, Malice grabbed them both before walking over to the sofa across from Tobias, lazily draping himself over it, cutting a sharp black outline against the red, above them, the chandelier candles sprung to life, although Malice made no move of acknowledging the magic. Only his long, gloved fingers moved. 


They crawled and wound about the scarlet-colored web with uncanny dexterity, the needle dangling as he did so. He was playing spiders crib with Aaliyah's embroidery thread, which had disappeared a week ago from the siblings room, while he did so, he spoke. 


"I should think," Malice said, his eyes focused on the thread, lazily regarding Tobias. "History plays a great part in the present." Malice said softly, not waiting for a response he continued. 


"And what of your history? I find peoples story's quite...fascinating. So many different tales. And yet, we all meet the same fate of death in the end. Some lives long lived, others short lived." Malice said, his voice was dangerously smooth.  Malice twisted his hands, the string wrapping even more weblike around his fingers, awaiting Tobias's response. 


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~Tobias King~

Magic. 


Though Malice made no sign that he was the manipulator, the way he made inanimate objects move on their own, was perplexing, and a great wonder. Tobias couldn't help but stare on at the spectacle, wondering the extent of Malice's unimaginable power. The King could snap his neck with a swift move of his hand, and no one would ever known the cause. Tobias stood absolutely still, fear pumping through his veins, as Malice drawled on with the next question. 


"My mother and father were servants to the late King," lied Tobias gingerly. "They died an untimely death when I was young; a death they did not deserve." Tobias glanced at Malice, as if the words were meant for the King and the King only. 


~Deborah Ann Harcourt~

I need a name, thought Deborah thoughtfully, gazing at the final product of her sketch. Her cartoonish version of her guard was silly and amusing; he had a big chin, buck teeth, overly-structured face, decorated in armour. She tried to think of some sort of name,  but failed every time. She glanced at her drawing, seeing the armour. She thought of her guard of being noble and brave, for defying Malice in such a way that was sound but amazing. Her mind wandered to knights, thinking of how they are. She glanced back at her drawing, landing on the armour once more. Then, it hit her. 


"Knight in shining armour!" she exclaimed. She glanced at Bramble for confirmation of the amazing idea. Instead, she arched in eyebrows in confusion as she noticed her older sister's dreamy, moony gaze, as she said, "Aye, he's corking." Deborah stared in confusion for a minute, and glanced down at her drawing of her guard, before a sly grin overtook her face. Deborah looked back at Bramble, her blue eyes filled with mischief. "Yep," she said, grinning. "He's so corking that you'd almost want to go out with him to the ball, huh?" 


Dimitri pulled his nose out of the romance novel instantly."Wait what? Who's going out with who?" Deborah giggled, turning to Dimitri. "Bramble''s sweet on somebody," she whispered in her older brother's ear. Dimitri's eyes widened, and he whispered back, "Who? Tell me." Deborah smirked as she pointed to her drawing. 


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Robert was moreso relieved than angry in all fairness. On one hand, they were safe, on the other hand, he hadn't a clue why they were all so dearly late. The children had typically an excellent reputation in terms of coming to class on time. It added only to his minor annoyance however.
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He walked over to the table where the children were sitting patiently for their lesson. Deborah if course was off doodling as always. They were giggling and talking more than usual however. It seemed especially peculiar that Bramble, often the more mature yet slyer part of the group besides her elder brother, seemed to be talking more than usual. Robert simply sighed as he got a piece of rolled up parchment and hit her lightly on the head. It shouldn't have hurt seeing as it was only parchment but it should do enough to gain her attention.
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"Perhaps your time would be better spent contemplating on how you should excuse yourselves from being late," he spat dryly, "Or the fact that two of your siblings are missing!"
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He shook his head in disapproval. The parchment was placed beside her next to the quills and ink jars. The annoyance only grew with his frustration at the fact that the children could be so naive. The blame for that was eventually placed on the ball, such an event was hard to come by joyfully. Perhaps he should have been happy for them yet the greater good seemed to be growing larger by the minute. Their lives could be dealt with when they are safe however as for the moment, the kingdom was damned to hell with such a wretched king on the throne.
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Abenthy Majere 


Oh fun order! He loved it when he got a note instead of a personal request. Still. Better to not keep the president waiting. He quickly hurried to his shop where he started to think. How could he make a painful, quick, and hidden poison...he thought of ways, he could always do traditional Batrachotoxin, shut down a heart. However that's not all that parodies painless...Arsenic? Not good enough...how about Sarin? It is embarrassing, but hard to hide really...


No...he had an idea. First, he collected several ingridients, then eventually hit a wall...he needed the PAIN. Malice wanted PAIN. He racked his mind for hours...not that he enjoyed causing pain, but this was his life. If he was a disappointment, then he would...he didn't want to think about it. Finally, he extracted seeds from Strychnos nux-vomica...a rare plant that he...was now out of. Whatever. He finished it, then tested it on a rabbit. He cringed at the suffering, but smiled at his progress. He called it- Strychnine.


He brought the veil up to Malice's chambers and knocked. He'd be pleased...


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Bramble instantly opened her mouth to object at Deborah's hushed whispers with Dimitri. Her cheeks even redder with embarrassment. She couldn't be in love, not now. Not with jolly well Malice about, lurking on every corner. 


"Steady on," Bramble said, spots of red visible on her cheeks. "I'm not sweet on anybody-" Bramble was cut off as Mr. Poricue hit her in the head with a piece of parchment paper, resulting in a scowl from Bramble, she rubbed her head, scowling as Mr. Poricue scolded them. 


"It's not my blasted fault!" Bramble seethed angrily. "Maybe you should spend more time tutoring then scolding, Robert." Bramble said, elaborating and using his first name with a hint of coldness. Always too sharp-tongued for her own good. 


Bramble turned to look at the two empty seats behind her, also spotting Elise, looking a little down, her face buried in a book, Bramble's features softened, she gave a small sigh. Bramble was trying. Trying to keep them together, to keep her promise to Mother. But Kaladin had seemed to abandon them, Emrys turned cold, Elise growing distant. She was doing a bang up job. 


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Malice gave another one of his dashing lazy smiles, twisting the scarlet thread into more weblike shapes around his long fingers. He gave a short, low laugh that sound somewhat menacing and cruel. 


"Mr. Tobias," he began silkily, no hint of a smile on his lips. "Let me inform you that I have no remorse for the people I've killed. I have killed hundreds, and thousands, millions.  I have no morals, no compassion, nothing." Malice said, not bothering to look at him, his tone even.


"I would suggest you tell me everything truthfully, lest you want you friend... what was his name? It starts with in 'L' if I'm not mistaken... quite the charmer with the ladies." Malice glanced at him lazily, a smile gracing his lips. 


Just then a knock sounded on the parlor room doors. Looking irritated, he got up, unweaving the spiders crib from his fingers in one swift motion, setting it on the end table as he  got up and walked around the the sofa, he snapped his long-gloved fingers, and the doors flew open with a slam, more magic. Revealing Abenthy, holding a small vial. Malice smiled thinly. 


"That will be all Mr.Tobias." Malice said softly, dismissing Tobias, not bothering to glance over his shoulder and look at Tobias, taking the vial from Abenthy. 


"Thank you Mr. Majere, please wait a moment. While I finish up some...business." Malice said, tucking the vial into his


black suitcoat pocket, his eyes boring into Abenthy's before speaking to Tobias once more. 


"I am pleased to invite you to the ball tonight, Mr. Tobias. I look forward to seeing more of you, and would like you to attend as a guest." Malice said softly and evenly, his voice dropping dangerously low and smooth. 


Malice turned around and looked at Tobias, his eyes were cold as he waited for Tobias to leave, wanting to discuss matters in private with Abenthy. 


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Bramble instantly opened her mouth to object at Deborah's hushed whispers with Dimitri. Her cheeks even redder with embarrassment. She couldn't be in love, not now. Not with jolly well Malice about, lurking on every corner. 


"Steady on," Bramble said, spots of red visible on her cheeks. "I'm not sweet on anybody-" Bramble was cut off as Mr. Poricue hit her in the head with a piece of parchment paper, resulting in a scowl from Bramble, she rubbed her head, scowling as Mr. Poricue scolded them. 


"It's not my blasted fault!" Bramble seethed angrily. "Maybe you should spend more time tutoring then scolding, Robert." Bramble said, elaborating and using his first name with a hint of coldness. Always too sharp-tongued for her own good. 


Bramble turned to look at the two empty seats behind her, also spotting Elise, looking a little down, her face buried in a book, Bramble's features softened, she gave a small sigh. Bramble was trying. Trying to keep them together, to keep her promise to Mother. But Kaladin had seemed to abandon them, Emrys turned cold, Elise growing distant. She was doing a bang up job. 


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Malice gave another one of his dashing lazy smiles, twisting the scarlet thread into more weblike shapes around his long fingers. He gave a short, low laugh that sound somewhat menacing and cruel. 


"Mr. Tobias," he began silkily, no hint of a smile on his lips. "Let me inform you that I have no remorse for the people I've killed. I have killed hundreds, and thousands, millions.  I have no morals, no compassion, nothing." Malice said, not bothering to look at him, his tone even.


"I would suggest you tell me everything truthfully, lest you want you friend... what was his name? It starts with in 'L' if I'm not mistaken... quite the charmer with the ladies." Malice glanced at him lazily, a smile gracing his lips. 


Just then a knock sounded on the parlor room doors. Looking irritated, he got up, unweaving the spiders crib from his fingers in one swift motion, setting it on the end table as he  got up and walked around the the sofa, he snapped his long-gloved fingers, and the doors flew open with a slam, more magic. Revealing Abenthy, holding a small vial. Malice smiled thinly. 


"That will be all Mr.Tobias." Malice said softly, dismissing Tobias, not bothering to glance over his shoulder and look at Tobias, taking the vial from Abenthy. 


"Thank you Mr. Majere, please wait a moment. While I finish up some...business." Malice said, tucking the vial into his


black suitcoat pocket, his eyes boring into Abenthy's before speaking to Tobias once more. 


"I am pleased to invite you to the ball tonight, Mr. Tobias. I look forward to seeing more of you, and would like you to attend as a guest." Malice said softly and evenly, his voice dropping dangerously low and smooth. 


Malice turned around and looked at Tobias, his eyes were cold as he waited for Tobias to leave, wanting to discuss matters in private with Abenthy. 


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~Tobias King~

The laugh Malice had given off, was truly a frightening one. Malice was a predator; sly, cunning and extremely fierce at the right moments. This predator was sharpening it's claws for the final kill; and Tobias was certain he was the prey. Horror coursed through the guard's veins as Malice ticked off the lives he's taken; the amount was terrifyingly shocking, and Tobias felt a surge of anger blossom within just at the sound of it. He couldn't believe he was related to this devil-of-a man. Tobias couldn't believe this man was his uncle, younger brother to Tobias's father. It sickened him. 


You certainly don't..thought Tobias, gazing at Malice, wondering if this man was even human. No morals, empathy, guilt...what was going inside that dark mind of his? Tobias had no time to ponder as Malice began threatening someone he knew all too well. 


Lemuel. 


Tobias tried to keep his flailing heart in control, telling himself to keep calm. Lemuel wasn't going to die. He couldn't. Even with his less-than-spotless actions, Lemuel didn't deserve to die. Just like his parents, and Laura. Tobias knotted his fists as Malice stood up, alerted by a knock on the door. Tobias turned to see Malice's alchemist, Abernathy Majere. Tobias felt disgust grow inside him; this man was the one who worked alongside Malice, who orchestrated the very weapons that take lives.  


Tobias's blue eyes landed on what Abernathy was holding; a small vial, filled with lethal liquid. Malice took it, and dismissed Tobias, as smooth and sly as ever. Tobias got up, realizing how tense he had been. He couldn't relax however, and as he passed Malice and Abernathy, he took one pause to glance at the vial, then at Abernathy, his gaze filled with accusation and questions. 


Tobias was stopped by Malice, however. He took a sharp breath in as Malice invited him to the ball. 


The King had invited him to the ball.


As a guest. 


But why?


At this, Tobias almost gave in to the urge to decline, knowing this was some sort of trap. That ball would spell nothing but chaos and trouble, and Tobias would be in the very middle of it. Despite these doubts, Tobias stiffly nodded, and quickly hurried the hell out of there, wishing right there and then, that Laura was here. He could tell her what was going on, all the treachery, dangers, and death that lingered in the tension-filled atmosphere. Only she would understand. 


But she wasn't here. 


She was dead. 


~Deborah Ann Harcourt~

Deborah's grin grew even wider as Bramble protested; the protests only proved the little girl's point even more. Dimitri looked up from the drawing Deborah had shown her, and was staring at Bramble, gaping. He closed his book immediately and stood up, going over to Bramble. 


"If you're really going out with this man, you have to learn how to be romantic," he said, surprisingly stern. Deborah rolled her eyes; Bramble was nowhere near romantic. That was one of the best things about her. And the fact that Dimitri was planning to actually teach Bramble about romance made it even more absurd. "It's not like you know anything of love, Dimitri," she retorted. Dimitri gave her a sharp look, and was about to respond, before being interrupted by Mr. Poricue. 


He lightly cuffed Bramble around the head, his expression stern. Bramble rebelled, clearly not happy about the cuffing. Deborah quickly closed her sketchbook as fast and as discreetly as she could, hoping Mr. Poricue didn't notice and scold at her too. Dimitri instantly went back to his desk and began doing the same thing, except with his novel. 


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Abenthy Majere


He caught the Man's glare as they passed. His own eyes were wild with excitement. Whenever he helped Malice, he always tried to learn about that Magic! He waited of course, until Tobias left. Once he did, he slowly walked into the room-slowly so he could stop if he was ordered to. "Your Highness, I made enough so you can...test it..." he fought a smile. "Even on a human...some servant you don't care about?" He was speaking in almost a whisper now. 


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The fifth born Harcourt languished at her own desk, as she fought to keep her blinking eyes open. Drumming her fingers on the desktop her head bobbing up and down, her attire was as usual outlandish. A hauberk minus the chainmail at the moment, however in its place was a wolf pelt it was just shorter than Sarah to the point where the tail met her own tail bone. The head of the great canine head been turned into a hood of sorts, she also wore brackish breech pants complimented with a pair of knee-high riding boots.  These days Sarah seems to be focusing on other things besides her academic studies usually caught sleeping, while her wild hair acted as a screen covering her face. This day wasn't any different with or without her parents she still loathed schooling, she balances her head in right palm. Her placid face seems to be at peace disregarding the sibling's disposition, as a glob of dribble had formed around the left corner of her mouth and had begun to flow toward her chin. Sarah was caught up in her own dreams of hunting with her father the King, riding through the woods chasing a herd of deer the baying of hounds as a background noise. 
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The canines had led the herd out into an open field, Sarah halted in her saddle snatching up an arrow to first notch the arrow, then pulling it back and finally releasing it. The Arrow thud just behind the front legs of a deer, the woodland creature herd would dodge around their down comrade. Sarah would murmur her delight out to her siblings and teacher alike,"buulllleyeee...heh..ay tae easy...sure ah wull shar it " (Bullseye heh, yes to easy ...sure I will share it )Translation ) a faint grin curled the end of her lips, her poor speech even reflected in her sleep. This fifth child of the Harcourt was considered an oddball having the opposite gender interest, and along with a slower learning curve than her siblings. Most who meet her for the first time consider the speech she does manage to be unintelligent or butchering of words, though to her siblings too who got used to her speech pattern it comes off as a minor thing. Though whenever the chance is allowed she swinging any object she can image to be a spear or a sword about, usually in her own vivid imagination. 
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Bramble snorted as she watched Deborah socialize amusedly. She'd taught her well. Bramble could see the younger version of her in Deborah. She missed being so naive and innocent. The only thing that stopped her from breaking down and crawling into a hole was her siblings. If they were gonna ever live through Malice, they'd have to be close again. She would have to get them together. 


Bramble looked behind her, turning in her seat at the sound of Sarah speaking in her sleep, drooling. This was rewarded with a round of giggles from the wee chicks and Bramble shickered, grabbing a piece of parchment paper, leaning over the chair and lightly thwacking Sarah on the head with it to wake her. 


This resulted in a round of teasing from most siblings, especially on Bramble's part,  for Sarah for sleeping off in lessons. Bramble glanced at the library doors. Where the hell where Kal and Emrys?


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Malice watched Tobias leave with his eyes until he was out of sight, Abenthy slowly walking into the parlor room. Malice closed the wood doors with another snap of his pointed fingers, obviously not wanting to be overheard. 


Malice took the vial put out of his suitcoat pocket, inspecting the clear liquid inside the glass vial. "You have impeccable timing Mr. Majere." Malice said in an even tone, not bothering to look at Abenthy as he ran his gloved fingers over the glass substance. 


"That won't be necessary. Call this a test if you will." Malice said silkily with a cold, thin smile. 


"What are the effects of this poison?" Malice asked softly, striding around the room in sleek graceful movements. 


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♔ Elisa Harcourt ♔
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Elisa kept herself to reading her book for quite a while, she glanced round the room a few times before closing it and tucking it underneath her cloak. She waited till no one was looking and snuck herself out of the door. She'd been in the room long enough was one of her thoughts, but mainly she just wanted quiet and peace to herself. Keeping the hood of her cloak up and over her head she continued to walk down the corridors of the palace and avoiding anyone she saw lingering around before making her way back out into the gardens. Finally some peace, Elisa sat under the trees her and her siblings had been hiding in the previous night at the ball. Pulling her hood from her cloak down her sat and opened her book, silently and peacefully reading it to herself while practising her singing. Keeping herself quite enough that no one to far away could hear, she kept her head up glancing around however.

 

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Abenthy Majere


Oh he was very glad Malice asked. He loved gloating about what his poisons did. 'Well good of you to ask sire. And of course, I live to serve." He cleared his throat. "Well, This poison I call Strychnine, and as you requested, it is hidden, only needed in small servings, and of course...painful. What it precisely does is attacks the central nervous system, essentially causing all muscles in the body to contract uncontrollably at the same time. This is extremely intensive pain, though it will be obvious that a victim is being poisoned, as they will have convulsions and clenching that makes a victim...well uncontrollably almost seizure. Death will typically occur about 2 to 3 hours after ingestion, while the effects will begin about 30 minutes after such. Most often cause of death... usually the result of asphyxiation due to paralysis of the respiratory pathways...though it can also be caused by exhaustion from the convulsions..."


He stood up pleased. "Should work very well. Animal testing was brilliant, small animals died within 10 minutes. A Dog took about 30. I've yet to try it on a horse, but I expect a human to only be 2 hours, but if your victim has a strong immune system give it 3." He stood up straighter. "Also...if I may ask, who is our victim? If you need it I can certainly plant it or help in any way. You know my goal is to serve the greater of us, especially those who wield magic eh?" That might have been too much. "Of course I can also wait and find out...I'm sure whatever unfortunate soul takes this will be news." @Ms. Sparrow