"You do not belong here" You tell the Angels once more.

"This world is ours" The chorus says. For it is as a chorus that they must speak. The lone Angel can only scream, but together they harmonize to form the speech you hear.

"The world was yours" You say. "You squandered it to simple things"
"The desire for perfection is no simple thing-" The Angel's Master calls.

You roll your eyes and tune the God-like creature out. You have neither the time nor the patience for such things.

You hurl a boulder towards the Angel's Lord, and the porcelain creatures form up to defend him.

Their master continues speaking, unfazed by your attack. The Angels keep their line around him...

>Attack

>Guard

>Special

>>43320067
>>Special
They be guarding we be special'n

>>43320067
>Special

>>43320067
>Special

>writing

You stomp the pillar of earth that holds you at their level, and it shatters. The rocks, both big and small, fly towards your target.

The Angels hold their formation well, but unfortunately for them the formation doesn't hold. Against the barrage of fast moving chunks of earth, the defending Angels are battered left and right. By the time it's over, only their Master remains.

"You killed them" He says.
"They were repulsive" You say.
"They were my chidlren" He says.
"You're repulsive too" You say.

"Why do you deny me so?" He asks.
You shrug, and reach into the ground. The others are talkers, you're not.

You grab a handful of earth and pull it up as a semi-humanoid form. As you do, the remnants of your barrage all take forms and stand as well. Some of them are human, some of them are different.

Fate flares with anger, and a new flight of Angels descends from the sky. You get the feeling that he's got a billion of those things up there.

What a pain in the ass. As much as you'd love to spend all night chucking rocks at these ugly things, time is not a luxury that you have.

But if you want to finish this anytime soon, you'll need a hand...

>Choose another Thief
(Riddler, Sparrow, Critic, Buyer)

>>43320725
>Riddler

>>43320725
>Sparrow
>>43320747
SAVE BEST FOR LAST

>>43320725
>Sparrow

>>43320775
Eh, what the hell, I'll shift to
>Sparrow
If Brute needs air support, why not give it?

>>43320725
>Sparrow

>>43320805

*sigh* fine, changing vote for SPARROW

>>43320805
I personally think the Critic will be the most fun, but it's up to you guys

>writing

>>43320973
Critic should totally wrap up the night with a scathing review.

This needs to happen.

You step out of the air that you were born from, up in the skies above Analask.

Below you the city is under attack by Angels, Demons, and their masters: Fate and Cassandra.

Also below are your brothers, the Gambler and the Brute. They fight against your other, older siblings. Even from here you can see that it is a stalemate...

But the flow of battle is a light thing. All it would take is a gentle breeze to blow it one way or the other...

So you descend from the lofty heights as a new being, and elemental. You take the name that suits the winds most: The Sparrow. Wind is a force to be reckoned with at its worst, but it much prefers to flow on in its carefree ways.

But the fun times must be won, it seems. So you turn towards-

>The Brute

> The Gambler

>>43321221
>The Brute

>>43321221
>>The Brute

>>43321221
>>The Brute

Angels need to get fucked.

>writing

You turn towards the Brute as you hasten your descent. You dark green cloak flaps in the wind, and you have to hold on to your hat.

How strange that a wind elemental would have a hat. Are you to spend half of your time holding on to it?
At least you won't have to worry about losing your legs, as you don't seem to have any. Instead you have these weird whirlwind looking things.

You like them. Very stylish. You're glad you noticed that now, though. Trying to land without legs would have been awkward.

You start to spin as you approach the flight of Angels, creating a nice big twister in your wake. You zip through the Angel's lines and come to a stop next to your brother as your tailwind batters and ruins the Angel's formation.

You brother's much heavier children, and the projectiles from them, are less affected by your arrival.

"Good evening brother" You say.
"I've seen better" He replies.
"No you haven't" You say.
He shrugs. "I feel like there's been better" He says.

You twirl and rise up and away from the ground. "I love it, personally. This must be a wonderful time of year... uhh..." You stop, and single out one of the people in the crowd. "What time of year is it?"

"It's getting near winter" They say, completely terrified of you.
"Winter! Yes! I love it!" You say.
"Are you going to keep talking or-" The Brute begins.

"Sorry, I got a little carried away there" You say. "Let us begin"

>Sparrow's mechanic!
>Again, probably a less creative one. The next 3 will be more interesting.

>Roll d100s, taking the first 3 and adding them up. The higher the number, the higher you go, and the more powerful the attack ends up being.

>Without further ado, roll 1d100

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>43321586

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>43321586
Let's rise

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>43321586
let's see

Huh. Does breaking 100 mean anything? Is that the goal?

>>43321631
Glad to see my rolls are good for something, if not rogue trader.

>writing

You burst into action, whipping back through the Angel's ranks towards their Master. The Angels are once again buffeted by the wind, but this is no simple gust.

Hidden within are blades of void, that shred through the strange fleshlike material that makes up these creatures. Though the blades strike him, Fate remains unscathed...

He does move though, yielding ground-... err... air to you, as you inch him ever closer to the Palace...

That would make a nice place to do this. The Gambler is already fighting Cassandra at its gates. If you can move Fate over there as well, then you can focus them where all of you can fight as one.

The Brute catches your idea, and he seems to like it.

The Angels and their master don't, as they muster themselves into a wedge and glide towards you.

>Sparrow:
>Roll 1d100

>Brute:
>Attack, Guard, or Special

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>43321923
Attack? Are they going for special or guard?

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>43321923
>guard

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>43321923
Guard

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>43321923
Whatever I roll will probably be with it with those two

>>43321974
>>43321953
wat

>>43321923
guard

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>>43321953
>>43321974
>>43321993

>>43321953
>>43321974
>>43322007

Well the Sparrow seems to have this under control

>writing

The Brute stomps the ground, and a wall of earth rises between the Angels and you.

The centre or the wall begins to heat up, as they focus their fire on it. After a few seconds the wall explodes, but you're both ready.

The bits of the wall that fly towards you turn and fly right back at the Angels, backed up by rocks and boulders hurled by the Brute's children.

The rocks mingle with the wind, moving chaotically on the strange currents that you create and becoming impossible to dodge for creatures so used to order.

Behind the boulders comes a wave of blades, and after that you begin to send your own children through. Born of the wind and with its spirit at their heart, they dance and twirl around the angels and the rocks. Harmless at one moment, they choose when to become deadly whenever they so please.

The Angels and their Master continue to be pushed back, unable to keep up with an assault of the air and the sky...

A carefree smile stretches across your face as you dance with your children. All you need now is to complete the crew...

>Choose the next Thief
(Buyer, Riddler, Critic)

>>43322202
>Riddler

>>43322202

>Buyer

>>43322202
Buyer

>>43322202
Buyer

>writing

You step out of the light you were born from, in a room somewhere in the Royal palace.

There are 2 people in here. One is a young lady with brown hair and brown eyes, who is trying to calm a younger lady with blond hair, blue eyes, and a crown.

The older of the two looks confused by your sudden appearance, the younger one beams you with a big smile and jumps at you.

"Daddy!" She says, hitting you with all the force she can muster and wrapping her little arms around your waist.
"Giles?" The older one asks. "But you..."

"I am not Giles" You state plainly.
"But you... who are you then?" The older asks.

Good question, and a novel idea. You need a name, so you take the one that suits the light most: The Buyer. The light is a kind thing, granting the illumination needed to see the truth. But the truth is not a kind thing.

"I am the Buyer" You say.
"You're not daddy?" The little one asks, as she releases her grip on you and slides back to her feet.
"I am not" You say.

"But... the glowy lady said that daddy was coming back..." She says. The crown on her head glows, and her eyes do as well. The glow subsides and she gets an angry, determined look. Then she storms out of the room.

"Selene! Where are you going?" The older girl asks, as she chases after her.

>Go after the girl

>Go meet up with your brothers

>Other

>>43322607
>>Go meet up with your brothers

>>43322607
>Go meet up with your brothers

Not our problem, the Angels and Demons outside though, well someone needs to show them the light

>>43322607
>>Go meet up with your brothers

Makes sense for Buyer to be Light; he was the most 'honest' persona.

>>43322684
Well, the critic might have been a bit more honest. It's kinda his job.

>writing

>>43322708
Critic is harsher, though.

>>43322684
He also actually compensated those he stole from.

You shrug and zip to the window.

That girl seemed important somehow... but you don't think she's more important than the conflict your brothers are currently engaged in.

Flying all around the Palace are Angels. They watch the windows and doors relentlessly, ready to pick off anyone that dares to show their face...

You pop the window open, and a myriad of beams all point in your direction...

>Buyer's mechanic: The Price is right.

>Giles stole a lot of things as the Master Thieves, each one of varying values.

>I will give you 3 items with a brief description, and you guys guess which one is the most valuable.

>Success will be based on how many guesses it takes to get it right. A "guess" is based on the order in which things are picked, not on how many guesses are taken. So without further ado...

>The Scepter of Harth
Non-magical, solid gold, long history as an heirloom of the Harthright family, King Julian would literally kill Giles if he found out about this one

>Shadir's crest
Glows with a faint magic but serves little purpose, symbol of the King in the desert country of Seprus, made of silver and ruby, without the emblem there could be no king, monarchy collapsed shortly after it was taken

>The Water of Life
Magical ability to heal any and all wounds limited by the amount of water remaining, once there was a spring full of it, now there is only one vial

>>43322989
>The Water of Life

>>43322989
>The Water of Life

>>43322989
>The Water of Life

>>43322989
>Shadir's crest

Water of life is correct!

While technically considered to be priceless, just about anything can be bought if you're willing to pay enough...

>writing

So, Gambler was easy going and polite, the Brute was blunt and determined, The Sparrow was carefree and cheerful, and Buyer, so far seems like the 'boring, but responsible' brother.

Shooting beams of light at a light elemental is a very bad idea. Perhaps the next angels you meet won't be quite so daft.

You collect their energy in your hand, and mete out just enough back to each of them to melt them. That leaves enough for you to use use for whatever else you might need.

The night outside is dark, and sources of light are few and far between. You need to be careful how you use this.

Or you could just head down to the Gambler and snag light from his fire. That works too.

You zip down to the bridge, where your brother is battling it out with your older sister.

"Hello brother" You say.
"About time you showed up" The Gambler says. "Here to help?"
"If you need it" The Gambler says.
The Gambler looks around and shrugs. "I could go a little longer" He says.
"Well good news then: You don't have to" You say. "Mind if I borrow a light?"
"Take what you need, the fire's going strong" The Gambler says.

"There are more of you?" Cassandra asks.
"Absolutely" You say.
"How many more?" She asks.
"At least 2" You reply.

Cassandra doesn't look please by that, but her Demons do. They surge forward, hoping to pass you and go where they cannot...

>Gambler: Flip a coin. 1 is heads, 2 is tails

>Buyer:

>Melissa's jewels
Found on an expedition to the ruins of elemeer, these jewels are all that remains of Rog's treasure.

>Marcy's trophy
The tower's tournament draws duelists and fighters from across the world, and its trophy is THE mark of a master

>Laura's heart
While not technically an object, this was stolen... in a sense. And while you cannot put a price on love, it does still hold a value...

>>43323377
>Melissa's jewels

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>43323377

>Laura's heart

>Heads

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>43323377
>Heads

>Laura's heart
She had a shit load of potential suitors, who wanted to be king.

>>43323413
Also, now that Fate's Chosen is gone, she'll have fucking DOUBLE the suitors, if Giles doesn't come back.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>43323377

Tails

>Laura's heart

Her heart is worth about as much as a kingdom at this point.

>>43323450
He's dead Jim, unless we get him reconnected to earth. Then Mother Earth/Universe can prolly bring him back.

2 out of 3 for the Gambler, yet again!

If you had to put a monetary price on any of these things, then the one thing that would literally make you a king takes the lead.

Laura's heart is the right answer.

>writing

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What say we Light Up The Night?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gkLvpt9Z3fA

The Gambler and his children rip through the oncoming Demons with all the fury of the flame. You however, stumble on your attack and accidentally let loose all of the energy you stored from the Angels.

To save what you can, you give it form and create the first of your children. That wasn't so bad, and now that you've got the hang of it...

Light elementals burst forth from all of the different fire elementals, effectively doubling your force. With your armies combined, you push your sister and her Demon hordes back and away from the Palace,

At the same time, Fate and his Angels arrive. Having been pushed here by The Sparrow and The Brute.

"Brother" Cassandra says.
"Sister" Fate says.
"I believe these upstarts mean to depose us" Cassandra says.
"I believe they do" Fate says.

"I say we put our little feud on hold for the time being" She says.
"A sound plan" Fate replies.

Both Angel and Demon switch gears and begin to attack as one. Even with all 4 of you, it is difficult to hold them at bay...

But there will not be 4 of you for long...

>I'm gonna go ahead and flip to the Riddler, as I kinda want to end with the Critic

>[1/2]

>>43323642
>as I kinda want to end with the Critic
I think we all do. or at least, most of us do.

>>43323642

Yeah I'm good with that

You step out of the water you were born from, in the seas around Analask.

Around your there are ships, and on those ships there are men. Those men battle against massive, ugly limbs that rise from the depths to claim them.

Some blight from the seafloor, that was left to wait.
'till its Masters ambitions could appreciate

But the water is your realm, and you do not welcome these intruders.

You take the name that suits water most: The Riddler. For mystery hides in the cryptic deep, and it does not give up its trophies with ease.

You dive beneath the surface, as there is nowhere to stand, and you look the great leviathan in its many eyes.

It reaches out to you, as though you are an intruder.
This spiteful creature, could it be any ruder?

>Riddler's Mechanic: Riddle me this

>I give you a riddle
>You have 10 minutes to solve it
>At the 8 minute mark, I will give you a clue. A solution found at that point will be a lesser success.

>So, without further ado...

As I was going to St. Ives
I met a man with seven wives
Each wife had seven sacks
Each sack had seven cats
Each cat had seven kits
Kits, cats sacks and wives,
How many were going to St. Ives?

>>43323995

One, only you were going to St. Ives

>>43323995
one

>>43323995
Just you.
You said you were going to St. Ives, and that you had meet the man, but not that he was going to St. Ives too.

>>43323995
30

>>43324042
Oh fuck I'm stupid. Riddles were never my strong suit, gonna sit this one out.

>>43323995
>One

Correct!

>writing

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Kraken's gettin' wrecked.

Pressure from the deep,
Push this lingering creature into its sleep.

You summon the weight of the water, bringing it down on the leviathan's head. It is a flimsy construction, one that easily crushes under the unrelenting depth.

You pulverize the miserable creature and return to the surface, hopping out of the water and onto one of the many boats for some ground to stand on. You feel more comfortable under the water, but it's difficult to get your bearings down there...

"Giles?" A woman asks.

You turn to see a girl with fiery red hair,
Though in naming you she did sorely err.

"I am not" You say to her.
"But you... you look just like him... is this a joke?" She asks.
"I do not jest" You say. "I riddle, for a Riddler is I"

The woman gives you a look of confusion. "Giles, stop fucking around" She says.
"I am not Giles, nor am I fucking around" You reply.

"So he really did..." The girl says.
"I'm sorry?" You ask.

The girl turns away. "N-nevermind... I need to go" She says. "Thank you for dealing with that creature..."

The girl walks to a door towards the back of the ship, and stops along the way to talk to a man.

You eye her curiously.

>Ask her who Giles is

>Go to your brothers

>>43324305
>>Go to your brothers

>>43324305
>Ask her who Giles is

He seems like the one most likely to be curious out of all of these

>>43324305
>>Go to your brothers
with our powers combine we are captain Giles

Buyer is Light, so if Critic ends up being Darkness... well... it's the Darkest Night.

We'll have a fucking game changer.

>>43324338
well now that you said it smiley cant do it

>>43324305
>>Go to your brothers

Make it a point to ask our brothers if they know who this Giles guy is.

>writing

The woman turns back and gives you a lingering look, before going down into the ship.

How strange. You'll have to make a point of finding out who this "Giles" person is...
But your brothers need you more than you need answers, so you leap back into the water. and glide underneath the surface until you find that it's a less than optimal mode of transport...

Because the city is up above, on the cliffs. And you're down here.

You are not without your methods, though...

>Riddle me this

Little Nancy Etticoat,
In a white petticoat,
And a red nose.
The longer she stands,
The shorter she grows.

>What is she?

>>43324617
a match?

>>43324617
>What is she?
candle?

>>43324617
A candle

>>43324617
A white candle

Bingo!

>writing
>Are these just too easy?

>>43324689
I like them

>>43324689
>Or everyone just knows there shit.

In any case, we get to see Riddler kick some serious ass.

You pull the water the other way, causing it to swell and rise beneath you. Up and up you go, until it touches the bridge.

You hop off the water's surface to join your brothers.

"What ho, brothers?" You ask.
"'Bout time" The Brute says.
"Ah! Riddler! Come join us!" The Sparrow says as he gleefully glides through the air.

"Don't mind if I do" You say, willing the water to strike forth as tendrils.

Wherever the tendrils touch, they leave puddles. The puddles grow into beings of their own, and begin to fight for themselves. They join their cousins and brothers, creating a wonderfully colourful battlefield.

But something is missing...

"Are we missing one?" You ask.
"It would seem so" The Buyer replies.

"I wish he'd hurry up. At this rate we'll be done by the time he gets here" The Gambler says.
"I wouldn't bet on that" You reply.

>[1/2]

You step out of the dark that you were born from, in the depths of the Palace dungeons.

This place is cold, it's dark, it's damp... could you have picked a worse spot to be given form in?

Well... it doesn't really matter. The important stuff isn't happening here anyways. So you step into a shadow, and your foot lands on the other side.

"That's disorienting" You say. You may avoid doing that in the future.

You walk out of the alleyway you came out in, and step right back in as a gout of flame passes you.

"Terrible aim, that Gambler..." You say, stepping back out into the street.

"Well there he is!" One of your brothers calls. He's wearing bright yellow... probably the buyer. Only he would wear a colour as disdainful as that.

"Yes... I'm here..." You say. "Let's get this over with. I'd rather not have to look at these things for too long..."

>Critic's mechanic: Yo mama

>Literally just talk shit about your opponent for 10 minutes.
>aaaaaaand go

>>43325071
Cassandra has so little game she basically masturbate a child into existence.

>>43325071
>aaaaaaand go
these demons are so ugly that even their mama wouldn't name them

>>43325071
Cassandra's whole plan revolved around holding Giles' loved ones hostage, did it never occur to her that real love always makes you find another option?

Also the angles are fucking disgusting, I mean who the hell designed them?

>>43325071
These angels are such pussies that they won't even talk without their buddies to back them up

Fates such a bitch that he couldn't even kill a little girl with an entire army

>>43325
Fate is so anal retentive that his crap flow has reversed and shit just comes out his mouth.

>>43325071
>You both are the biggest fucking morons I've ever had the displeasure of looking at. Hey, Second-rate Fate, you want people to stand ramrod still, all the time? A stiffy that never gets wanked? That sounds like you, ya purist. And what about Ass-andra, over here? Sorry, don't think humans can spontaneously grow extra limbs, and go rambling murder crazy in the street. This world ain't yours.

>>43325071
I never saw angel wings so fragile, by the love of fate.
Look at that manequins, when all this is over we'll use the corpses to put all of our coats and hats.
Let's call them demons some names so they can go home.
Cassandra is a bad name for the mother of chaos, deal with it.
We're just bending the elements like some bald monk boy and the two higher gods of everything are having problems dealing with us. Guess they're just that weak.

>writing

>>43325071
No wonder Mother can't stand you dipshits.

"Are you guys honestly having trouble with these?" You ask. "These barely count as living creatures, let alone enemies"

"My Angels are beautiful, perfect creatures. How dare y-"

"Has he been saying this the whole time?" You ask.
"Kind of..." The Sparrow says.

"And no one has said anything" You say.
"Your thing, not ours" The Brute replies.

You sigh, and turn your head up to Fate. "These things are ugly, repulsive, and wrong" You say. "There is no beauty to be found in perfection, because perfection is unattainable. By making trying to make them perfect, you shaved off all the things that would make them real. What you're left with is a bunch of screeching mannequins. Perhaps once we've expelled you, we'll use them as such? To hang our coats and hats on"

"How dare yo-"

"And you, oh lady of chaos" You say. "Do I really need to tell you what's wrong with these things?"
"My creations are unique, no two are alike. You cannot crush an army that you cannot understand" Cassandra says.

"You seem to have 'unique' and 'useful' mixed up. Every single thing on this earth is unique, but can you look me in the eyes and tell me that a creature like..." You grab a demon with a tendril of darkness. It's an ugly thing, made up of one eye with a pair of hands coming out either side. The hands don't move normally, they merely twitch in response to stimuli."... this, useful?"

"Are you saying that our creations are wrong?" Cassandra asks.

"No... I'm saying that you are wrong, and that your creations are garbage because of that" You say.

"The nerve..." Cassandra says. The Demons and the Angels eye you and your brothers with anger.

You smile. "Touched a nerve then, did I?" You ask. "Some gods, getting so worked up over someting like this..."

The creatures attack.

>One last time, guys.
>Rolld me a d20

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>43325446

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>43325446
rolling

>>43325460
>And oh, Cassandra? You have a white girl's ass.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>43325446

>And a mediocre roll overall. Great way for it to go out!

>Writing

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>43325446

>>43325590
Hey, we rolled well for all of these guys, so far, surely you can factor that into it?

You call your children out of the shadows, and they attack in unison with the children of your brothers.

The relentless tide of Angels and Demons relents, and is pushed back. The gods of oreder and chaos look very nervous indeed.

But it is neither you, your brothers, nor your spawn that gets the first hit in on them.

A small rock flies in at them from the bridge. Then another, and another.

"What the hell?" Several of you ask.

You all turn to see a little girl, one with big blue eyes and long blond hair. Her face is streaked with tears and creased with anger, and now that she has everyone's attention...

"Give my daddy back!" She yells.

Another girl, this time with brown hair, comes up to the little one's side. She looks terrified of all of you, where the little one doesn't. "Selene, let it be... come back inside before-"

"NO" The little girl shouts, as the tears run freely down her face. "They- they took him away! I want him back!"

An arrow flies at the gods from further down the bridge, loosed by yet another woman. This one has short black hair, and the same blue eyes.

"I concur" She says. "You two have long overstayed your welcome here, and you've taken far too much"

"You dare-"
"I want Giles back" The black haired girl says, knocking another arrow as though it was an ultimatum.

>[1/2]

Laura stared at the pair of gods with death in her eyes. She was so tired, but she had to keep going.

Cassandra cackles at her ultimatum, and a strange magic pulses from her.

"Then I remove the curse of namelessness from that child, that he may be bound in body and soul to this earth" Cassandra says. "As one, final act of spite"

Laura was confused, until the strange magical imposters wearing Giles's face began to lose their form.

"Well, that's interesting" The one in yellow says.

The visage of her lover peels away from each of them, revealing the raw elemental power that lay underneath.

In between all of them, there is a bright flash of light. As it dims, Laura is hopeful... but there is nothing there...

Cassandra's energy leaves her. "I was hoping that would work..." She says. "It seems like the shell was just that: a shell"
"What do you mean, sister?" Fate asks.

Cassandra is silent. "I am returning to my realm" She says. "This world rejects us"
"You are giving up?" Fate asks.
"Yeah, hold it! We aren't finished with you yet!" The Fire shouts.

Cassandra flares with energy again. "Do not pressure me, child. It is well within my power to wage a war that would leave this earth a scorched husk, where naught could live but ASH" She shouts. "But that would be a waste of all of our time"
"So we are to leave this realm?" Fate asks.
"It is for the best" Cassandra says. "This world no longer recognizes us as its lord and lady"

>Get out then

>What about Giles?

>Shoot them

>>43325942
>>Shoot them

>>43325942
>Get out then

And don't presume to ever come back

>>43325973
Fate conspired to kill her daughter, and marry her off to a douchebag, she has every right to shoot him in the face.

>>43325942
>>Get out then
>>What about Giles?

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>43325942
>Shoot them
Practice roll

>writing

>>43325942
>>Get out then

Hearing these bastards talk so non-chalantly about these things makes Laura's blood boil.

She looses her arrow.

"You're giving up?" She asks. "After all the pain and suffering you two have caused. That's it? 'woops, sorry about all the death and the misery. Our bad, we'll just go home now' is all you've got?"

Laura fumes. Fate took her parents. Fate tried to take her future. Fate tried to take her daughter. Fate gave her childhood to a RAPIST so she could have a daughter, just so she could die.

"You're not leaving" Laura says. "You're getting the boot. Get out. This world doesn't want or need either of you, and don't let the door hit you on the way out"

Fate pulls the arrow out of its head, and looks to its sister. "Yes, perhaps this world does no longer accomodate us" It says.
"And give back my DADDY!" Selene shouts.

Cassandra smiles knowingly, and then she disappears. Shortly after, Fate, the Angels, and the Demons follow suit.

Laura catches her breath.

"Wait!" Selene shouts, as she runs out to where they disappeared. "What about daddy?"

Laura follows her daughter out, and scoops her up.

Selene begins to cry again. "Mommy... wh-what about daddy?" She asks Laura.
"I-" Laura begins, but the words catch. She tries to hold back the tears, but she's simply too tired to fight it anymore.

She falls to her knees, and hugs her little girl as tightly as she can. And she cries.

>>43326283
My feels, you have them

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>>43326283
I need more

>Epilogue incoming via pastebin because I'd never fit it in a single post.

>Unless you guys want me to put it down here post by post.

>>43326283

Fuck you Smiley, change your name

>>43326283
Sooo... the elementals are still there?

>>43326333
Pastebin is fine I guess.

>>43326333

JUST DO IT YOU CRUEL BASTARD

>>43326333
>Post by post

If we're capping things off in this thread, then let it be laid bare.

>>43326333
Pastebin

>>43326333

Post by post, draw out my suffering longer, I know you feed on it

>1 year later...

Laura leans on the table and rubs her temple with one hand. She is well aware of the attention that she is garnering.

She hates it.

"I am going to put an arrow into Uncle Julian" She says.
Marcella chuckles. "Whereabouts?" She asks.
Laura purses her lips. "I dunno... somewhere painful, yet non-lethal" She says.

"Relax, you know he means well" Marcella says.
"If he meant well, he'd-"
"Let you keep waiting... I know" Marcella says. "It's been a whole year, maybe it's time..."

"To give up?" Laura asks.
"Not give up... but just... stop putting your life on hold" Marcella says. "Giles wouldn't want you to be alone"

"I'm not alone" Laura says. "I have all that I need, and gods be damned I do NOT want to dance with any of these lugs!"

"Well... I have some bad news for you" Marcella says.
"Uncle is waving to me, isn't he?" Laura asks.
"King Julian is indeed waving to you" Marcella replies.

Laura groans and hangs her head. "Think I could get away with what Melissa did and just dance with a girl?" She asks.
"I think Melissa is the only one who could get away with that. Everyone is far too intimidated to say anything after she thrashed those pirates" Marcella says.

Laura relents, and stands up. "I killed a dragon, doesn't that count for anything?" Laura asks.
"You'd think that..." Marcella replies.

Laura sighs, and gives her dress a twist as she shifts into a more ladylike posture. "How do I look?" Laura asks.
"Like you're faking it" Marcella says. "But I know you well enough to tell"
Laura gives her Guardian a strained smile, and turns to face her Uncle.

"Good Luck" Marcella says. She doesn't catch the response.

>[1/2]

"So you're..."
"Desmond is our army's rising star" King Julian stated proudly. "He's a man after your own father, and were he still around today he'd say the same"

Laura bit back her gut response of not bringing up her Father's tastes. Her Father had been the one who wanted to marry her off to... him...

But Laura couldn't say that out loud, so she simply smiled and laughed and said something dainty. She'd been going through the motions for a good 5 minutes now, and it was starting to grind on her.

None of these people knew her even half as well as they should. They all wanted to be close to her so they could be close to Laust.

The times are interesting. With the rise of the Elementals the world is changing rapidly, and Laust is in the front seat. Nobody knows that it's because of Selene that the country enjoys this prosperity. As she gave the first Elementals their form, the strange beings seem to... like her.

But for every person demanding an audience to buddy up, there are 2 more demanding reparations. The battle between the Angels, the Demons, and the Elementals lasted only one night, but the damage it caused was massive. Many blame Laust for what happened and while most of those can be pushed aside, a good portion of them are actually in a position to make such demands.

The problem is that they're asking for money that Laust doesn't have. Several time people have asked that Laura open up Giles's old cloak to get what she needs, but it never feels right. If Giles comes back, she doesn't want him to come back to-

Hold on. Stop that thought right there.

>[2/?]

Just when did it become an 'if'? For the longest time Laura held so firmly to the belief that he'd return, so where did this 'if' come from? It's a subtle change, but a drastic one.

If a year is what it took for a 'when' to become an 'if'... how long until she gives up? How long will it be before she stops hoping, and these jibbering yes-men start to look appealing?

Laura feels a knot forming in her throat, as the suitors her Uncle brought begin to ask if she'd like to dance... Oh gods... she can't do this...

Laura steps back and considers retreating to her chambers. Maybe if she told them she wasn't feeling well... or-

A shout draws her attention to a man who has slithered his way through the crowd. She turns to face him, her heart fluttering with hope.

Laura gasps, and tears start to form in her eyes.

>>43326448
OH FUCK ITS RODRICK

>Earlier that day...

"Well damn" the thief says. "This happened while I wasn't paying attention"

He looks at the collapsed passageway before him and hums to himself. He had hoped to get in this way, since getting in without being seen will not work at the front gate. It was hard enough getting into and through the city without getting recognized...

He bends down and pats the earth. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to lend a hand, would you?" he asks.

The earth grumbles in response, and the blockage lifts.

"Thank you" He says.

The earth grumbles once more. It's not an angry grumble, by any means. The thief is pretty sure it means 'you're welcome' in earth elemental.

He's not quite sure why, but these strange new beings seem to like him. When he appeared in the middle of who-the-fuck-knows-where a year ago, with nothing but the clothes on his back and the sword on his belt, it was only with the help of these 'elementals' that he managed to get by.

But now he's back, and it's time for business.

The thief continues down the passageway, and further towards his goal...

>[4/?]

The word is that there's quite the get together going on tonight. An anniversary celebration of the end of the war, and fate's reign, and the Demon/Angel crisis that started this whole elemental thing...

So... it's a celebration of the Thief and his accomplishments, and no one thought to send him an invite. He finds that very rude indeed, which is why he is going to crash this little party.

The Thief pads silently through the hallways of the palace, making his way to a spot where he can hide out for the day, and prepare for the event. All he has to do is avoid dete-

"Daddy?" Someone calls.

So much for that. He turns around, and to his face comes a smile.

"It's you right?" Selene asks. "You're daddy right?"
He smiles a little wider, and opens his arms.

Selene breaks into a run, and the Thief lifts her up and spins her around.

"You miss me?" He asks.
The little one cries. "Everybody kept sayin' you were dead!" She says. "But mommy an' me knew!"

The Thief gives the little one a kiss on the cheek.
"Why did you wait so long to come back?" Selene asks.
"Hoo boy... is that ever a story..." You say.

"Wait!" Selene says. "Laura's over that way! You should tell her too!"
The Thief smiles. "Not just yet" He says.

Then he tells the Little Princess his plan...

>[5/?]

>>43326506
I'm trying to enjoy the ending but the forced Laura romance is kinda killing it for me

>>43326539
It's for Selene bruh

I always liked Laura anyway

>>43326539
So long as Selene gets the daddy she always wanted/needed, I couldn't give less of a shit.

>>43326539
Eh, go with it man. She aint that bad. I honestly wouldn't know who to pick between her and Marcy anyway.

The Thief sits at the back of the hall with his hat pulled cleverly over his eyes. Out of sight, out of mind, he waits for the opportunity to strike...

Selene quietly creeps back to him from the crowd, being careful not to draw attention back here. "Are you going now?" She asks for the 17th time.
"Not juuust yet" The Thief says.

He keeps his eye on the Princess, who is currently surrounded by nobles and soldiers of all stripes. She puts on the 'pleasant' act and while the men she's with don't see it, the Thief spots it from a mile away.

Then something goes wrong. She takes a step back, and starts to look distraught.

"Now?" Selene asks.
"Now" The Thief says. "Wish me luck"
Selene gives him a thumbs up, and he moves swiftly to where his mark stands.

The Thief cuts through the crowd, and approaches the Princess from the side. He clears his throat, and calls out.

“Oh, beauteous Lady Laura!” He calls out, bending into an exaggerated bow and extending his hand. "Would you honour me w-"

He doesn't manage to finish his sentence, as the lovely princess decides to cut it short with a kiss.
"Giles" She says. "It's really you, right?"
He smiles. "In the flesh"

The princess kisses him again, and this time they both get into it. From somewhere in the back of the crowd, a cheer erupts. The Thief definitely recognizes the voice of his sister among them...

When they break, Selene bursts through the crowd and jumps up to them.

"Are you... staying?" Laura asks.
"Definitely" Giles replies. "So?"
"So?" Laura asks.
"Yes or no to that dance?" He asks.
"Absolutely" Laura says.

Selene, drops to the floor and backs off, watching her parents with glee.

"Sorry boys" Giles says to the crowd. "I'm gonna have to steal the lady for a bit"

>END

>>43326623
good job smiley
it was fun

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>>43326623
>"Are you... staying?" Laura asks.
>"Definitely" Giles replies. "So?"
>"So?" Laura asks.
>"Yes or no to that dance?" He asks.
>"Absolutely" Laura says.
>Selene, drops to the floor and backs off, watching her parents with glee.
>"Sorry boys" Giles says to the crowd. "I'm gonna have to steal the lady for a bit"

And that's all for this quest!

It feels like so long ago that Giles walked into the castle on a fake premise to steal a Crown. It's been a long ride, admittedly longer than I probably should have made it; but it's come to its end now.

Blood Moon will resume some time this week.

Feel free to ask me anything about this quest tonight.

>>43326663
Funny enough, I actually named the king and queen of Laust after Freddie Mercury (Frederica and Mercutius)

From a quest about a thief stealing a crown, to massive battle between Elementals, Angels, and Demons...

It's been one helluva ride.

>>43326689
Great ride Smiley, can't wait to see your next project.

Also I really wanted to see a short of an older Selene doing Thief things.

>>43326689
So, are the 'Master Elementals' still around, in some form?

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>>43326713
I would also like to see this.

>>43326752
The elementals are just about everywhere now, but the master elementals are a fair bit more enigmatic.

If I was more ambitious about this, I'd probably run something short involving this new world that's been created. But 'short' for me is apparently about 57 threads, so probably not...

>>43326793
So no chance of >>43326713

Pretty Please?

>>43326793
Did Giles fork out some of his cash to help repair the damage? Helluva first act as King-to-be.

>>43326845
... maybe once Blood Moon is done. But it'll probably just be a one shot or something.

>>43326851
He did. He was actually surprised when he found out that Laura refused to touch any of his stuff. Nobody knows where any of that money came from though.

>>43326910
Thanks Smiley, I don't wanna make you do something you don't want to. I was really just hoping for a Pastebin or something


Anyway, see ya next time for Blood Moon.

>>43326910
I believe a one-shot is what people were expecting.

After the gut buster that Blood Moon's turning into... it'll be nice to read something happy.

>>43326910
Awesome!

Out of curiosity, what was the most fun you had running this?

>all this Laura shipping
Why?

Thanks for the ride Smiley, it's been a truly wonderful trip.

>>43326976
Probably the night that Giles stole the crown and shit went down.

I enjoyed seeing the payoff of spending the first few threads just getting to know the characters when you guys decided to go back for Selene.

>>43327041
Whatever happened to Kuma? How did she react when Giles returned?

>>43327086
She'll be thrilled, if not a little miffed.

She was out looking for him, along with her brothers.

I'll admit that there was a lot that I left out of this epilogue, but it turned out well considering.

>>43327133
It did, indeed.

>>43327133
Thanks for the quest, Smiley! It has been a little tough following Blood moon, due to the scheduling, but this has been grand.