Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190811133558/@comment-26517142-20191010021225

"Peculiar." Anastasia places a hand under her chin and thinks. "Peculiar indeed. (To Repter) Repter, I believe you were right all along. Something else is going on with the men of this town, and I think we should find out what's behind it."

Azkadia shakes her head. "In the end.. we still delay ourselves for the righteous intentions. (Raises eyebrows slightly) Such is the trait of a hero."

Man : ... (pats Ritzie again) I can sense pursuers. You lot better hurry. (Points) There is another path from where you were supposed to leave. I remember it was a... staircase behind the staircase of the staircase. I always thought there was something weird about it, because they said it was just a storage room - but what good would storage be for us when we're holed up here?"

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Demeter's form didn't show any... violent intent. She turns to Albi.

'''I do not intend to do such a thing. (Staring at Haqua) The Wiccen are my children. Children of the land. Children of magic. A breed of mine and Hecate. I simply state how they are... currently misguided.'''

Carousa : Misguided?

Demeter : '''By the fraughtful. A ploy that began with the Wiccen... and pay a price on the throne.'''

With that, the other are in vapid shock.

"...t..thank you." Glinda pulls her frayed hair back as she ties it in a notch. "I-I am better now. I will have to confirm it... with my own eyes. Whether or not my choice has caused this predicament in the first place."

Glinda turns to Morgan. "Morgan. Let us return. I sense... Demeter close by."

All of the sudden... Morgan's private space begins to distort.