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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 30, 2015 9:37:58 GMT -5
"Go on, girl," Amelia said to the maid with an encouraging smile. "Do not be shy!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 30, 2015 10:20:25 GMT -5
The girl looks panicked, but slowly disrobes and crawls unto the bed.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 30, 2015 13:21:02 GMT -5
The Daxos descended upon the woman with a ravenous mouth, gentle at first, playing the maid like a concert violinist.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 30, 2015 14:28:54 GMT -5
The girl is far ffrom being a Stradivarius, and seems embarrassed at her mistress watching. The Daxos can play however well he likes, but sometime you get what you pay for.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 30, 2015 14:42:00 GMT -5
"Marvellous!" Amelia called out, clapping her hands. "I hope you two enjoy yourselves," She said, giving a cute little wave before leaving the room.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 30, 2015 14:45:37 GMT -5
Daxos didn't seem to mind, flipping the maid over and railing her like a bitch in heat. The irony occurred to him that the maid would be the one that would have to clean Amelia's soiled sheets.
"Where are you from dear?" he asked, hoping to at least accomplish something.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 30, 2015 14:51:36 GMT -5
"Pinkmaiden!" she said, somewhat ironically, given the circumstances.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 30, 2015 14:55:05 GMT -5
He continued pumping away, doing mental geography as he likely ruptured the tiny girl's organs.
"Pinkmaiden...Pinkmaiden..." he muttered, before finally exclaiming with triumph "AHA! The Riverlands!"
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Post by Kurts on Apr 4, 2015 17:13:50 GMT -5
/// Amelia smirked to herself. "I need a fire, nothing more. Come to my chambers and build me one and I will give you a demonstration." She headed back into the castle and lead the way to her chambers. Killion did as she instructed, all the while suspecting she just wanted to trick the Prince of the Iron Isles into building her a fire, but he left that unsaid. When the kindling was lit and logs were roaring, he took a seek, raising his eyebrows expectantly and extending his arms out as if awaiting a mummers troupe. |
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 4, 2015 17:18:09 GMT -5
While Killion built the fire Amelia got dressed into a white satin sleeping robe fit with large fur lined hood. She set several candles upon a table several feet in front of the fire so she could gaze at both. Then she sat in front of the table, focused on the flames and attempted to light the candles with the fire's power.
A moment later, one by one, the candles start lighting up, the fire jumping from one to the next.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 4, 2015 19:16:47 GMT -5
Despite his ignorance of magic, or perhaps cynical because of it, Killion did not look impressed.
"Is that all?" he asked skeptically. "Volantene mummer we took as a thrall once did something similar. Thought he could avoid manning the oars by performing a few parlor tricks. Did this one bit where he blew a stream of fire like a dragon. Entertaining for a spell, but we still threw him in the Narrow Sea."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 4, 2015 19:23:00 GMT -5
Amelia simply turned to look at him for an instance, before turning back to the candles. She makes the flames to draw up, joining them in the air to slowly form a burning impression of Killion's face. She then makes the face turn into a skull, before dissolving.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 4, 2015 19:27:29 GMT -5
"Now that was impressive." he admitted, offering a polite clap. "Is there any practical application, besides entertaining children?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 4, 2015 19:32:58 GMT -5
"Burning a demon's face off," Amelia simply responds in a matter of fact way, extinguishing the candles and putting them back onto a shelf. "You can ask Prince Benjen himself."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 4, 2015 19:35:30 GMT -5
Killion gave Amelia the same look he had outside, the one that showed concern she had contracted a brain fever.
"You'll have to repeat that. Did you say a demon? Like of the ARRRGH Seven Hells variety?" he asked, holding up his hands like claws.
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