Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160724171730/@comment-26376061-20160726052425

"I need a few things. THAT was one of them. The bitch being a Path does complicate things. Oh well. This is fated to happen: Death to the King.

-Signed, C."

That was the note's contents.

"Ugh...Where...am I?" I stand up, and notice that I appear to be in an unfamiliar room. "Master! You're safe!" I get hugged out of nowhere by a Kikimora. She's thin. Probably hasn't eaten in days. Her hair's a mess. "Morgan...where are we? You...look starved. Weak. You need food. I'll try and find a way ou-" "Master...there are no ways out. Circe designed this place. She's attempting to get you to snap. I'll waste away. You won't be affected, because you don't need to eat in your current form. She thinks that by killing me, you'll go insane. Become a weapon capable of destroying everything in your path. Master...I won't last through the night. I've been here 9 days...please. Resist. When I die, you must not let her control you. You must stay sane. I...I am happy knowing that you love me. I...will pass quietly, without a fight. I have hope. You will not become her pawn. I...love you." Morgan slumps to the floor...she has a weak pulse. She's still alive. Barely. I have to find food and water for her. She must not die. "You want to save her? All you have to do is kill them. Everyone who poses a threat is at the wedding. At the core of darkness, lies something more. Everything came from darkness. Light. Fire. Magic. Return that place to the darkness, and she lives. If you don't...she gets to die slowly knowing her Master is powerless to save her. Your choice." A voice. Dripping with malice, an ultimatum is delivered.