All is fair in love and war
bloodshed in velvet shades
as battles burn, but one remains
they call her Queen of Blades
Roana kept her gaze firmly on Sam, ready for him to spin and attack if he suddenly found the bravery within him. But instead he stuttered and stumbled over his questions. ”The Voice is playing games again and using her Ascended as pawns. If you and your brethren do not wish to pay the price of her crimes, you will beg her to make peace with the Old Gods. Death will see balanced restored, one way or another.” she said, her tone still low and accent garbled and twisted.
But of course, it would be all too easy for this to go smoothly.
The door was near busted off its hinges as the alchemist barged in, shouting Sam’s name. She didn’t jump or startle, remaining at ease as she slowly turned to look at Remi, her masked face hiding all emotion, her visage a near cross between Ludo-esque and Grim Reaper. ”Be still, Alchemist. No one dies today.” she said calmly, still guising her voice and speech pattern with purpose. She glanced over at Sam again from the corner of her eye, blade still near his throat, if only to keep the standoff as it was. ”Do you understand your task, Samuel?”
But of course, it would be all too easy for this to go smoothly.
The door was near busted off its hinges as the alchemist barged in, shouting Sam’s name. She didn’t jump or startle, remaining at ease as she slowly turned to look at Remi, her masked face hiding all emotion, her visage a near cross between Ludo-esque and Grim Reaper. ”Be still, Alchemist. No one dies today.” she said calmly, still guising her voice and speech pattern with purpose. She glanced over at Sam again from the corner of her eye, blade still near his throat, if only to keep the standoff as it was. ”Do you understand your task, Samuel?”
ROANA
