The Syncharion Ascendance RP (Floozer, Khorne)
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"Very well. I'll put it up for sale later, then." He says, chuckling and shaking his head at Bast and Khorvis. "Looks like cats and dogs are destined to fight no matter what the race." He says.
He nods and lopes of back to her house.
"Hmm.... New slaves, eh? I hope I get a few." Bast says, grinning.
"Hmm.... New slaves, eh? I hope I get a few." Bast says, grinning.
"Awww..." She groans.
"Wait. What? What does she do to slaves? Torture them?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.
He had no idea how close to the truth he was...
"Wait. What? What does she do to slaves? Torture them?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.
He had no idea how close to the truth he was...
"Check the dungeons. You never know." Khorvis says, chuckling.
"He's got a point." Bast says, chuckling.
"He's got a point." Bast says, chuckling.
"Uhhhh.... Let's split up and search?" Khorvis asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Last one there is a rotten egg!" Bast yells, taking the staircase that leads downwards.
"Of course she'd take the most obvious one..." Khorvis mutters.
"Last one there is a rotten egg!" Bast yells, taking the staircase that leads downwards.
"Of course she'd take the most obvious one..." Khorvis mutters.
"Might as well." He says, before heading up the middle staircase.
When Phorsaal heads down the staircase to the left, she comes across a room filled with... Every kind of sex toy imaginable. This was apparently the Queen's "Recreation" room.
When Phorsaal heads down the staircase to the left, she comes across a room filled with... Every kind of sex toy imaginable. This was apparently the Queen's "Recreation" room.
She finds Bast back at the split stairways.
"Well, the slaves are down there alright. Not in dungeons, as previously assumed. Just crappy living quarters." She says, grinning.
"Uhhhh... Guuuuys? You... Uh... Might wanna come up and see this!" Khorvis calls from above.
"Well, the slaves are down there alright. Not in dungeons, as previously assumed. Just crappy living quarters." She says, grinning.
"Uhhhh... Guuuuys? You... Uh... Might wanna come up and see this!" Khorvis calls from above.
She stumbles into a room full of what appears to be trophies. And the centerpiece? A large glass case with two large, feathered wings in them. They still had bits of skin on them.
"Who do you suppose they belong to, hmm?" Khorvis asks, glancing at Phorsaal.
"Who do you suppose they belong to, hmm?" Khorvis asks, glancing at Phorsaal.
"Well... We show them to Jackal. Maybe they'll get... I don't know, reattached to him or something." Khorvis says with a shrug. Bast smacks him on the back of his head. "Does that even happen, you ass!?"
"..... I saw it in a movie..."
"..... I saw it in a movie..."
"Yeah. They don't seem to have aged a day... Maybe..." Khorvis tilts his head. "Maybe she... Wanted him to come back?" He murmurs.
"And kept it, waiting for the day he would? That's the saddest fucking thing I've ever heard..." Bast sighs.
"And kept it, waiting for the day he would? That's the saddest fucking thing I've ever heard..." Bast sighs.
"Would you rather fix your mistake? Or lose all the respect and power you worked so hard to gain?" Khorvis asks, glancing at Phorsaal.
"Don't forget, the same shitheads who ruined her life before... Are still there. In fact, we should probably... Stop the nobles from spreading their stupid opinions. They're the real problem here. It's them that drove her to do this." He murmurs, tapping his chin.
"The Queen kept them around. Thought she needed them to keep the peace." Khorvis says with a shrug.
"As far as I know, some of the nobles aren't bad. But that's like... Two or three out of twenty or more." Bast says with a shrug. "Maybe we should keep them around a while longer to find out who the good ones are, and kick the rest out. Or replace them with new people.
"As far as I know, some of the nobles aren't bad. But that's like... Two or three out of twenty or more." Bast says with a shrug. "Maybe we should keep them around a while longer to find out who the good ones are, and kick the rest out. Or replace them with new people.
She smirks and nods.
"But seriously... What's up with these trophies? It looks like there's a spear and shield there. And then... Uh... What looks like... Please don't let those be body parts..." Khorvis mutters, glancing at a glass case full of tiny fleshy objects.
"But seriously... What's up with these trophies? It looks like there's a spear and shield there. And then... Uh... What looks like... Please don't let those be body parts..." Khorvis mutters, glancing at a glass case full of tiny fleshy objects.