EllieInChainz
PJ-wearing, lazy fire-goddess.
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The screams of dying men and women were loud as Marguerette scanned the battlefield. It had gone... Well it had gone badly...
The kingdom of Ardentia was a land of tolerance. Ardentia's king was a just and kind man who had long ago deigned that anyone who was willing to be productive and pay their way in the world would have his kingdom's patience.
As a result the population was varied. Sure it wasn't without its disputes, but often these were just the disputes of people, not the disputes of Elves versus men, or Dwarves versus Munchkins. In fact it wasn't unusual to see a Pixie or Goblin selling their wares at the market.
Then the aggressive and expansionist kingdom of Teribula had kidnapped and killed the King's only son. A much-loved man and a champion of the people, destined to follow in his Father's ways Prince Rachard's murder had been a declaration of war.
Unfortunately the Teribulan's had known what hey were doing and had prepared for this eventuality. The Ardentian forces were being mowed down by superior forces. Marguerette could see the end now, and as she backed away towards her king she bathed a crescent of armoured knights in hellfire.
"Your majesty, we aren't going to win this. You should think about withdrawing!" She called above the noise. Looking back at the King, the years seemed to weigh heavy on him, his face was weary, his steed dead and his armour rent.
"If I fall, it will be with my armies, not hiding behind walls Lady Marguerette. I thank you for your offer, but no. However it will be my honour to die beside you!" Even to the end he was such a nice guy.
He just can't help himself... She thought.
Well not on my watch...
She stepped forwards and closed her eyes. What Marguerette was going to do was dangerous, no beyond dangerous! Is there a word beyond that?
Ah yes... Folly.
With a snarl she opened her eyes and aligned all of her spell matrices, complicated thaumaturgical algorithms flashed through her mind and she desperately sought to arrange them into a pattern. With a primal scream she pointed her arms and let go.
A wave of energy flashed across the battlefield, a dark black energy wave that instantly vapourised anyone it touched. Within seconds the field was clear except for a few Teribulan stragglers who threw down their weapons and surrendered.
King Edouard raised his visor and looked across the field, his face forming a crooked grim.
"Well done your Ladyship! That was amazing! Your ladyship? Marguerette?" But of the Elven lady there was no sign.
"Excuse me Miss?"
The man in the tight fitting upper-garment seemed concerned. A picture of an apple with a bite out of it was high on his chest and his hair was in an unusual style, piled on top of his head, a short well-groomed beard and small lenses on frames over his eyes. His face seemed kind and sympathetic.
"Miss are you okay? Are you here at a renaissance fair or something?"
Marguerette sat up and looked around. She was in a strange room. Everything was white in colour and oddly dressed humans seemed to be staring at her, several were whispering. Tall tables had strange lenses stood on them which had unusual writing and pictures displayed on them.
"Goodness, am I dead? Be this heaven?" Marguerette asked, rubbing her head. she had a tremendous headache.
"Uhmmm no Miss, but we can't recommend the use of any kind of pyrotechnics in an Apple store. You really shouldn't do that, my... my manager has called the police." He offered his pudgy, strength-less hand and Marguerette took it, allowing him to help her to her feet.
"Sorry Pyrotechnics? Police? Where am I?"
"The Apple store, 401 Michigan avenue miss. You're in Chicago." He took Marguerette's arm and gently helped her to a ridiculously tall white chair. It seemed highly impractical to Marguerette, but she balanced on it carefully. As she sat the other people went about their business.
"I'm Ray?" He tried. For such a burly guy his tone was rather feminine, perhaps he had Elven blood?
"Are you of Elven descent?" She asked.
"Elven? What?" He seemed confused.
"Your voice is very soft, like an Elf's?" She tried, this man was clearly deranged. He tried to calm her though and asked a similarly attired female colleague to get her a drink. When it was offered Marguerette sniffed the fizzy black beverage and turned her nose up.
"Goodness what is that?" She turned her pretty nose up in disgust.
"Just Cola, look what's your name?"
"Lady Marguerette, advisor to the king, holder of the seven circles of Annuncules." She professed with distinction, holding her chin up like it meant something. Clearly to Ray it didn't mean a thing.
"Okay, great, I'll call you Margie."
Some strangely dressed men entered the white room at that point, dressed in dark blue, with strange looking black devices she presumed were weapons. Marguerette saw a thin man similarly attired to Ray, he approached the newcomers then turned and pointed at her, making expressive gestures with his hands and pointing to a burned circular stain on the white tiled floor.
She was clearly in trouble.
Oh shit Margie, you're not in Ardentia anymore...
The kingdom of Ardentia was a land of tolerance. Ardentia's king was a just and kind man who had long ago deigned that anyone who was willing to be productive and pay their way in the world would have his kingdom's patience.
As a result the population was varied. Sure it wasn't without its disputes, but often these were just the disputes of people, not the disputes of Elves versus men, or Dwarves versus Munchkins. In fact it wasn't unusual to see a Pixie or Goblin selling their wares at the market.
Then the aggressive and expansionist kingdom of Teribula had kidnapped and killed the King's only son. A much-loved man and a champion of the people, destined to follow in his Father's ways Prince Rachard's murder had been a declaration of war.
Unfortunately the Teribulan's had known what hey were doing and had prepared for this eventuality. The Ardentian forces were being mowed down by superior forces. Marguerette could see the end now, and as she backed away towards her king she bathed a crescent of armoured knights in hellfire.
"Your majesty, we aren't going to win this. You should think about withdrawing!" She called above the noise. Looking back at the King, the years seemed to weigh heavy on him, his face was weary, his steed dead and his armour rent.
"If I fall, it will be with my armies, not hiding behind walls Lady Marguerette. I thank you for your offer, but no. However it will be my honour to die beside you!" Even to the end he was such a nice guy.
He just can't help himself... She thought.
Well not on my watch...
She stepped forwards and closed her eyes. What Marguerette was going to do was dangerous, no beyond dangerous! Is there a word beyond that?
Ah yes... Folly.
With a snarl she opened her eyes and aligned all of her spell matrices, complicated thaumaturgical algorithms flashed through her mind and she desperately sought to arrange them into a pattern. With a primal scream she pointed her arms and let go.
A wave of energy flashed across the battlefield, a dark black energy wave that instantly vapourised anyone it touched. Within seconds the field was clear except for a few Teribulan stragglers who threw down their weapons and surrendered.
King Edouard raised his visor and looked across the field, his face forming a crooked grim.
"Well done your Ladyship! That was amazing! Your ladyship? Marguerette?" But of the Elven lady there was no sign.
"Excuse me Miss?"
The man in the tight fitting upper-garment seemed concerned. A picture of an apple with a bite out of it was high on his chest and his hair was in an unusual style, piled on top of his head, a short well-groomed beard and small lenses on frames over his eyes. His face seemed kind and sympathetic.
"Miss are you okay? Are you here at a renaissance fair or something?"
Marguerette sat up and looked around. She was in a strange room. Everything was white in colour and oddly dressed humans seemed to be staring at her, several were whispering. Tall tables had strange lenses stood on them which had unusual writing and pictures displayed on them.
"Goodness, am I dead? Be this heaven?" Marguerette asked, rubbing her head. she had a tremendous headache.
"Uhmmm no Miss, but we can't recommend the use of any kind of pyrotechnics in an Apple store. You really shouldn't do that, my... my manager has called the police." He offered his pudgy, strength-less hand and Marguerette took it, allowing him to help her to her feet.
"Sorry Pyrotechnics? Police? Where am I?"
"The Apple store, 401 Michigan avenue miss. You're in Chicago." He took Marguerette's arm and gently helped her to a ridiculously tall white chair. It seemed highly impractical to Marguerette, but she balanced on it carefully. As she sat the other people went about their business.
"I'm Ray?" He tried. For such a burly guy his tone was rather feminine, perhaps he had Elven blood?
"Are you of Elven descent?" She asked.
"Elven? What?" He seemed confused.
"Your voice is very soft, like an Elf's?" She tried, this man was clearly deranged. He tried to calm her though and asked a similarly attired female colleague to get her a drink. When it was offered Marguerette sniffed the fizzy black beverage and turned her nose up.
"Goodness what is that?" She turned her pretty nose up in disgust.
"Just Cola, look what's your name?"
"Lady Marguerette, advisor to the king, holder of the seven circles of Annuncules." She professed with distinction, holding her chin up like it meant something. Clearly to Ray it didn't mean a thing.
"Okay, great, I'll call you Margie."
Some strangely dressed men entered the white room at that point, dressed in dark blue, with strange looking black devices she presumed were weapons. Marguerette saw a thin man similarly attired to Ray, he approached the newcomers then turned and pointed at her, making expressive gestures with his hands and pointing to a burned circular stain on the white tiled floor.
She was clearly in trouble.
Oh shit Margie, you're not in Ardentia anymore...
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