Rp - Gavel's Darkest Hour- Act Two Begins [7/7]

I stiffen. Not struggling against it tho. >.>
"I know it's not!"
"But if I was better- I could've helped!"
"But instead- Instead of that!-"
"All I did was stand around... and watch..."

 

Caress your hair.
"You did what you could at the moment. If you look back at what happened and what could've been, you're only gonna torture yourself."

 

"..."
I sigh.
"Can you let me go now?"

 

"We should go sleep."
Loosen the grip so you can get out alone if you want to

 

I move back to the chair. I pull my feet onto the chair and hug my knees tightly, before lowering my head ontop.
"Just let me think for a bit..."

 

"Alright." Sit on the bed and look out the window

 

;thinking;

 

Think fasteeer

 

:thinksfaster:

 

Think betteeeeer

 

*Falls asleap on the chair*

 

Le realsies?

 

yeees

________________________________

:3

 

Alright.

I'd carry you graciously to the bed, but I lack strength. Soooooo

Walk over to you and kneel down at you. Put your legs around my waist and hold them there.
"Come."

Please understand and put the hands around my neck, but not choking me, preferably

 

I already fell asleep, do what you want.
...
...
DON'T YOU DARE LEWD ME

 

Alrighty. Lewd time.

Get a hand and pull your body towards me, so you fall on my chest. Get up and put you in bed near me.
Hug

 

:sleeps:

 

@Bluescreen - you there? Everyone else is asleep or soon to be so, so we're kind of waiting on you to start the next morning.

In the meantime, dream sequences again.
@BlueSlimerino
You're in the Gylia Box in Dermit's place, but the hall has no floor - it stretches down below until it fades in to blackness, nearly vanishing to a point. Elimut turns to you from his more comfortable chair beside you.
"You barely knew me. What drove you back? I'm the most powerful man you've ever met, and I care nothing for your pathetic little life. I could kill you in the blink of an eye, and nobody except possibly Esmé Deepwater would care, or indeed notice."
"I... thought you could teach me.", you reply.
He smiles. "Ready to risk your life in order to grow your own power? I think I like you."
He pulls out a map of Gavel, annotated with the leaders' names.
"The province is in chaos, and its leaders are stuck fighting amongst themselves, feeding off the Cataclysms to secure their feeble power. Remikas created a delicate balance of power to ensure peace. The balance of power is broken, and with his system, collapse is inevitable."
Pointing to Gylia on the map, he continues. "The strength and prestige of the Academy was the foundation of control in the Mages' Duchy. Both are gone, and Dermit does not have the influence to maintain Villager control over his lands."
He points to Greater Aldorei. "Togak wants to secure peace, but he must know he is not the one to do it. The Valley Elves cower and retreat to save their own necks, and yet want to be leaders and peacekeepers. They must stop their feeble attempts."
The Aldorei box falls, and Togak and his Elves vanish with a teleportation sound. Elimut points to Molten Heights.
"The eruptions have shattered my great-grandfathers vision for peace here. Torl and Rogdon are in a bitter cold war, each trying to gain the upper hand in a hypothetical conflict they know would be devastating to the both of them. It's clear that neither the Dwarves nor the Doguns can be trusted to govern the region."
He points to Olux and then to Bantisu.
"Olux relies on its wealth to maintain control. With the Decay, and weak leadership from my pathetic uncle, it is on the verge of collapse. Bantisu is a similar story. Nobody trusts the Way of Bantisu for spiritual guidance any longer, and their rule is non-existent. The region is already mostly ruled by others powers, with no checks to maintain peace."
He points to Karoc, and then to the Coalition.
"The Plague cannot be contained, especially not with Dugg'r in charge, and it's only a matter of time before Karoc is an enemy to us all. A preemptive strike is necessary, but without strong leadership, nobody is able to do it. I intend to support the Goblin rebellion, and wipe them out while they're down. It is the only way to prevent a much more devastating war. The Coalition relies on a lack of external threats. Their structure renders them indecisive and open to attack - democracy can never work in times of crisis. They must be dismantled for their own safety."
Doushoins falls from her box, and arrow in her eye. Elimut points to Ahms and then finally to Cinfras.
"Ahms, well, who would trust a depressed fifteen-year-old to rule anything, even outside of the largest crisis in the Province? And as to my brother, he is the one protecting this entire system. He is unable to act at all, sustaining the status quo one day longer for eternity. This cannot last."
King Brian falls out of his box and ragdolls down the hall and you notice the blackness rising to consume you all. Blackness washes over you, and all is silent.

 

@WynnChairman
You're standing on top of what you recognise to be the Gate of Molten Heights with Bantira. Doguns patrol the entire thing, bows trained on the canyons ahead and Nation banners flying everywhere. Bantira turns to you and speaks.
"So, this is how it begins. Or rather, how it ends."
You look at her, puzzled.
She continues. "The dwarves are returning from Thanos now. Torl has ordered no retreats and no compromises. They'll arrive, and either be stuck outside indefinitely, leaving their cities practically unguarded, or we'll be forced to engage their entire army."
There are footsteps from behind, and looking back, and you see Torl, coming. She looks at you, looking very pleased with herself, and gestures you away. Neither of you move. She joins you at the ramparts, overlooking the Bantisu canyons. There's the sound of marching, and a seemingly endless stream of dwarves comes through the canyon. Bantira hugs you, a tear running down her cheek. "Goodbye, Chunchunmaru", she says. The dwarves grow closer. Torl stares at them sternly. Bantira stares into your eyes lovingly as the sound of marching gets closer and closer. You hear the clash of weapons, the firing of bows, and rocks hitting the gate. Still, Bantira cares for nothing but you. The other side of the gate crumbles as the two of you kiss, the battle around you quickly shifting in favour of the Dwarves. You feel the ground fall beneath you, Doguns retreating all around. Torl jumps off, falling to her death. After a few seconds of freefall, you land harmlessly in the wreckage of the gate, still locked in a kiss as the infinite Dwarven armies march past into the Heights. You close your eyes, and nothing but Bantira exists, locked in an eternal kiss amongst the ruins of your civilisation.

 

@Kylin&Kyubi
You're very tired from the events at the Palace, and you almost immediately fall into a deep sleep at Rin's side...

You're inside a coffin, and you feel cartwheels turning below you along a gentle road, the ponies ahead pulling you along in a regular trot. From outside the coffin you hear Rin singing, accompanying herself on a lute. It's the same solemn melody as last night, sung as beautifully as ever. Rin seems to hit the top notes with little effort and considerable grace.

And Duty called to serve our land,
When Love himself had joined my hand.
We gave it all that we could find,
But to Death we were one step behind.

My journey's end I'd thought I'd reached,
'Till Love himself had hopeful preached.
We gave Death another chance,
To allow Love and me to advance.

She begins a much more hopeful sounding chorus:

In the morning,
I'll be free.
In the morning,
You'll be with me.
In the morning,
Love more can be,
For in the morning,
This no more we'll see.

She whistles the next verse, but halfway through, you feel the cart tip over. Rin screams, there's the sound of breaking wood and tearing flesh. You feel yourself falling, and the top of the coffin collapses in on you. You see a glimpse of Suinos through the cracks as it hits the ground, a shard of wood going straight through your neck.