- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
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- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, SciFi, Modern, Magical
As if they weren't pressed for time enough. As Tamerlin darted passed him, upset child clutched tightly in his arms with more worry than its own mother apparently cared to heap upon it, Quinn stared back at the pleading Winowa. Rather, past her at the retreating form of the Dispenser. Outside. It was headed outside. In addition to extracting Travis from the maze of tunnels within the mansion, now the two Thieves had to flee the premises before the Shadow obscured figure found them. Morbidly curious to see the neglectful mother receive her due, he nevertheless tore himself from the scene, missing as he did the almost casual thrust forward of the scimitar as it mixed Winowa's blood with that of Geralt. Smoke began creeping into the hallway behind them, evidence of the fiery destruction that threatened the Poswell estate.
"They've seen us," the lead Dispenser muttered, still staring down at the Lady's corpse blankly.
"No witnesses," its companion replied. The second Dispenser stretched out his hand and touched the rich brown paneling of the hallway wall with a single finger. Black strands like vines shot from it like lightning, tracing its way across the surface in the direction the Thieves had gone. Deep ruts appeared where the tendrils touched, and an ash-like powder crumbled away. The Shadow Mage's arm began to wither and crumble itself, beginning at the originating finger and clawing its way toward the shoulder. The first Dispenser turned and, without hesitation, sliced cleanly through the second's shoulder, dropping the dying limb to the floor. It quickly dissolved into dust.
"Finality." The second held his left hand over his stump, the smell of burning flesh filling the air. For the first time since they'd arrived, the armed Dispenser chuckled quietly.
"It is just a beginning."
The Servant's Quarters was as ill cared for as the rest of the House. Less so, as there was no need to put it on display to any well to do visitor. Had they time to spare, Quinn might have clicked his tongue in disapproval. The walls were covered in grime, the paint only present in ancient patches, and more than one floorboard had fallen away with the rot of untended years. The doors all seemed the same to his weary eye.
"Tam?! Which door?!"
Behind, for the moment unnoticed, bits of the wall began to fall away, crumbling into dust in an advancing line of utter blackness.
"They've seen us," the lead Dispenser muttered, still staring down at the Lady's corpse blankly.
"No witnesses," its companion replied. The second Dispenser stretched out his hand and touched the rich brown paneling of the hallway wall with a single finger. Black strands like vines shot from it like lightning, tracing its way across the surface in the direction the Thieves had gone. Deep ruts appeared where the tendrils touched, and an ash-like powder crumbled away. The Shadow Mage's arm began to wither and crumble itself, beginning at the originating finger and clawing its way toward the shoulder. The first Dispenser turned and, without hesitation, sliced cleanly through the second's shoulder, dropping the dying limb to the floor. It quickly dissolved into dust.
"Finality." The second held his left hand over his stump, the smell of burning flesh filling the air. For the first time since they'd arrived, the armed Dispenser chuckled quietly.
"It is just a beginning."
The Servant's Quarters was as ill cared for as the rest of the House. Less so, as there was no need to put it on display to any well to do visitor. Had they time to spare, Quinn might have clicked his tongue in disapproval. The walls were covered in grime, the paint only present in ancient patches, and more than one floorboard had fallen away with the rot of untended years. The doors all seemed the same to his weary eye.
"Tam?! Which door?!"
Behind, for the moment unnoticed, bits of the wall began to fall away, crumbling into dust in an advancing line of utter blackness.