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Fantasy The Return of Corruption

Somiss approached Tyr and the others, men behind them, he wanted to know where this was going, "What is this?" Somiss asked Ari with a hardened face.
 
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Arabelle realized something. "Shit." she thought. There was a bounty on her as well. Someone was bound to recognize her, but before she could do anything there were guards in front of her.
 
DarknessSpirit said:
Somiss approached Tyr and the others, men behind them, he instantly recognized them from when he retrieved Kathrine, but wanted to know where this was going, "What is this?" Somiss asked Ari with a hardened face.
(Tyr and Arabelle are disguised.)
 
Dean hid on a tree. A dagger in his hand, he wanted to fight so badly that he could drop down and just fight any enemies below. But he held his rage in... for now.
 
(Sorry about that, I fixed it)


Kathrine hung limply, almost lifeless as the auctioneer moved on to her again. The 9 year old girl was dragged away from her mother screening and crying. The mothers head rolled off the stage, she had put up to much of a fit they said. Kathrines head spun with blinding rage. She irritated them, she wouldn't cry, she didn't beg, she stayed strong and silent, and they hated it, the crowd hated it, they hated her. The auctioneer made sure to warily stay away from her. After he finished with the stoutly man, she would be the last and next to get sold.
 
[QUOTE="Paint The Wind]Arabelle realized something. "Shit." she thought. There was a bounty on her as well. Someone was bound to recognize her, but before she could do anything there were guards in front of her.

[/QUOTE]
(Hey, can you just say Ari's lines since he doesn't seem to be responding?)
 
Somiss's eyes narrowed, he watched them for a moment, searching them before bringing out some Wolfsbane, toxic to werewolves, and yanked Tyr forward, pressing it against his face, if his skin burned or looked to be burning, it would symbolize he was a werewolf.
 
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Somiss's eyes narrowed, he watched them for a moment, searching them before bringing out some Wolfsbane, toxic to werewolves, and yanked Tyr forward, pressing it against his face, if his skin burned or looked to be burning, it would symbolize he was a werewolf.
The gargan root started to fizzle on his cheek, as Tyr gave a pained expression. "FFFUCK!" He cried, imitating the pain he might have felt. As he squirmed about, he loosed the small knife in his belt and grabbed it before it hit the ground, concealing it in his hand.
 
Somiss signaled the men to open the gates. "Be quick about it" he commanded coldly, waiting from them to enter, from beyond, Kathrine's screams could be heard, allowing a sick smile to creep on Somiss's face.


Kathrine screams started to become more weaker, hoarse, but every time she stopped screaming, she'd stare defiantly at whoever burned or stabbed her with silver. Kathrine raised her head, muffling in a scream, as she felt a silver arrow land in her foot. The crowd loved it, they were pissed she bit the auctioneers two fingers off. Meanwhile, bidders raised higher and higher for buying Kathrine.
 
As Tyr was pushed onstage, he started to slowly cut his ropes with his knife. He looked at Kathrine and nodded. As another guard came up to Kathrine with the intent to stab her, Tyr yelled: "HEY NEEDLE DICK! HOW ABOUT YOU COME BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ME FOR A WHILE< SINCE IT SEEMS TO GET YOU OFF SO MUCH!"
 
Somiss turned around at Tyr's yell. "Lock down all the entrances." He commanded his men, he entered, crossbow drawn, behind Tyr, waiting for any sign of a hostile move. All the gates around them started to close. The guards started to move in around Tyr. A gaurd stayed with Kathrine, he pulled her head up, and put a silver sword at her throat, the half of her face, was completely burned. Kathrine heart lit up like fire with hope at the sight of a very well disguised Tyr. They came... They actually came.
 
Dean dropped down, holding his twin blades out to keep any possible attackers away. " What are you talking 'bout??? He doesnt even have one! " He exclaimed. " Now, two choices. Let our friend here go or see what happens when you mess with us. " He said, slashing at a guard who came close to restrain him.
 
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"Wondering what happens when I torture you guys the same as you did to the werewolves." Cross had his sword against a guards throat.
 

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