Armello: fate of Kings and Heroes [NSFW,violence]

@Jinx  
“what a teamup, friendly with the wolves, aided by the bears, and perhaps soon allies to the bandits, that’S nearly enough to swing a country… bah, i’m a fishbrain, that’S the point.”

@Cerebrate  
Exactly. Dont beat yourself up though.

Name: Tweetch Lashtail, stage name Krellah Firetail(last name needs work, help), killer name Nova Flinttail
 
Age: 26
 
Species: Rat
 
Appearance: Rat, red-eyed, fur color varies but is usually just grey
 
Clan: Rat
 
Main fighting method: Long weapons like polearms, sabers, and rapiers. Consider the following  
Main assassination method: Daggers and/or shortsword; can also be used for combat effectively  
^both rlly depend on the time, place, event, etc….
 
Notes: As versatile in combat as in performance, learned both while trying to get out of the rat slums time and time again; has long & swishy tail, floppy ears, twitchy nose and kickin’ paws :D good reputation in showbiz, moderate reputation with drink, bad reputation with running away, almost no reputation as assassin - who’s asking, anyway?
 
(hope this is alrighty; it was rushed despite the time taken -_-)  
(speaking of time, I work about 0400 to 1300, which for Cere ought to be about 1100 to 2000. Prior to these start times, I am asloop or headed to work >.> so don’t bother if you’re going for anything multiplayer. Jenks, I dunno what the times would be for you :P sorreh)
 
 
Name: Denuin (den-ew-en/den-yew-en, but please, I’m open to other names)  
Age: 22  
Sex: Male  
Clan: Guardsmen; originally bandit  
Main way of fighting: Oft tries to hide behind a crossbow and other ranged weapons, although he carries a deck of magic cards saved-up over years of his life and he’s not unskilled at melee, although he’s not a master of it, either. Prefers longer weapons and swords; melee  
Notes: Born in bandit clan, currently active guardsmen; +1-2 rot just from having been around the king, although he’s got no interest in it; bit of a Heinz 57 as far as species goes; once got in trouble for possession of a firearm; new guy so I don’t know anything
 
Name: Ginger  
Age: I don’t bleedin’ remember, somewhere in the 20s I think  
Sex: Female  
Clan: Bandit all the way  
Main way of fighting: Will open up at range, but prefers melee all the way  
Notes: Absolute unit; I’m also not sure why someone based-off Hunters is in a medieval setting; I’m tired so this might get updated later
 
(Ginger is for me to fallback on since Denuin is, well, odd to say the least :P if you don’t like him, I have no qualms with removing him. He’s kind of experimental. If you don’t like either, that’s chill, just lemme know and I’ll f i x)

@EclecticInspiration  
(so it’s not readily obvious to me, but that’s a female, right?)

@Cerebrate  
(Oof! Meant to write that in, but yes-yes)

@EclecticInspiration  
(i can get you started as soon as i hear ready. got something in mind already.)

@Cerebrate  
(Sweet. I’m still at work but I’m ready as long as “multiplayer” can wait until I get home. Replies will be slow until then)

@EclecticInspiration  
(don’t worry about it.)
 
the day had passed into evening once more and the stage similarly darkened, the last show having just wound down. Rat nobles enjoyed the finer things in life and Griotte was no exception, wine Giossip and theatre, as well as murder most foul and vicious, such were the ways of a rat noble, the two faces on every coin, the day and night faces. Tweetch would always have to remember that Krellah and Nova were practically the daughters to Griotte, but that the dame would see the first misstep as one too many.
 
she was being called to the baroness’ personal room right then actually.

@Cerebrate  
Tweetch heads straight there, deciding it best to keep the baroness from waiting.  
She stops in front of the door, composing herself and straightening her attire before knocking on the door, “Lady Gariotte? It is your servant, Krellah,” she calls out.

@EclecticInspiration  
she is called to come in, where she would find the grinning lady fanning herself in opulence, literally, looking absolutely unreasonably overdressed as ever, considering the only difference to her “battle” dress was the lack of the bloodstained apron though one should not underestimate the lady.
 
“there you are my sweetling, i was already considering you had decided to spend the night with an admirer.”

@Jinx  

@Jinx  
“eh, i’m not being paid for my brains anyways.”

@Cerebrate  
Either way, were gonna need to see a druid.

@Jinx  
River: “it seems they caught word of what happened, they await you.”
 
as the cart stops, furion approaches them.
 
“the tremor of the henge’s destruction echoed through the wyld the way a wound does and i see you were not left unscathed.”

@Cerebrate  
Well, i cant move my leg right. Its like parts of it are dead.

@Jinx  
the stag picks her up to carry her into the circle.
 
“from what i have heard only your head got hit, is that correct?”

@Cerebrate  
“I’d never be so lucky, m’lady. I’m sorry for yhe delay- what is it I can do for you, baroness?”

@Cerebrate  
Yes. That i know of.

@EclecticInspiration  
“oh sweetie, important lesson, lie to anyone, except yourself. as for what you can do for me, i have decided to take all that is our wonderful society up a notch, that old crone the nightmother has sent a hyena, to try and usurp the king and then cut ties with our wonderful clan, can you believe it?”

@Jinx  
he places her on the altar in the middle.
 
“the wyld can restore you, that has always been its’ power… but this… will be unpleasant indeed.”
 
his hands begin glowing, and the next thing she knows she is alone in the circle once more, except for a mirror in front of her.

@Cerebrate  
she was confused, but quickly figured it was just the wyld’s effects on her

@Jinx  
she felt kind of compelled to take a look.

@Cerebrate  
she did so

@Cerebrate  
“How could she? Assassins or not, we’re no clan of savages,” she says with a tone of great offense. In spite of this, her voice stays low so as not to please any eavesdroppers.

@Jinx  
in the mirror was herself, bearing the lio’s fang blade and the crown of armello, it was also most definitely her own feral grin as she stepped forwards and out of the mirror.
 
“playing with the bears and deer, do you not know they only hold you back?”
 
@EclecticInspiration  
“I see you understand the gravity of the situation, sweetling, the problem is the clan is short for alternatives, i’d gladly take up the mantle to make sure red becomes the color of our country but… recent events… have seen me under too close scrutiny to do anything about his majesty, and even if i did the first thing i’d have on my hands would be a revolt… it falls to someone who can win over, or poison, a crowd at the drop of a hat… you, my sweetling.”