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[curiochibi]

Shok woke up on yet another rainy day. The raindrops formed an elaborate mosiac on the arched windows of her room.

Today was the perfect day to go.

From under her mattress, Shok withdrew a feather pen and a box of stationery emblazoned with a pattern of neutrons (a gift from Writer Woman). Unscrewing the cap on an ink bottle, Shok took out a piece of paper and began to write a letter:


To Her Royal Majesty, Queen Mara the First of That Name:

As you well know, nearly everyone that lived in Stockholm in the time of the Great Plague died, my parents including.

I understand that the Neutron Knights are mourning the loss of two of their fellow rebels, but, of course, we have a more pertinent matter regarding the Overlord.

At the mention of the Overlord, Shok spat on the floor.

I fear he will see our not attacking as a retreat, and attempt to assault the castle and everyone within.

So, it is with a heavy heart I bid adieu to the Knights, and strike out on my own self-proclaimed mission. I refuse to stand by and watch while others suffer, as I did eight years ago.

Any and all of the newer Knights may join me on my mission. Those of a more senior status must stay behind on my bidding.

I leave to seek venegance for Lady Gwendolyn, and hunt down her killer. Rest assured that I shall not rest until his blood coats my hands and his innards fed to wild animals. If I can, I shall also find Spike, who has left us.

If I return, I shall bring with me great honor. If I do not...I would like all the Knights to know that I died in the name of justice, and, of course, upholding the valor of Neutronia.

With all due respect,

Shok

Shok sealed the letter in an envelope, addressed the letter to Queen Mara, and laid it on her bed. From under her bed she drew out a knapsack and looked inside. The snake, who had slept inside it the previous night, looked at Shok and yawned hugely.

"It's time, Spen."

Shok added the stationery, pen and ink to her bag, hoisted it upon her back, and gave it a pat. Everything she owned (and it wasn't much, seeing as she was an orphan) was in there.

She reached, with hesitation, to the window latch. If she left, she would be leaving safety, warmth, and friends behind.

But she could see the Overlord's face, pulled into a smirk. He needed to die. And so must Jeremy. Lady Gwendolyn's killer. He would die a most painful, violent, and bloody death, were they to meet.

There would be time later for the warmth.

Without hesitation this time, Shok yanked the window latch open, stood on top of the sill, and jumped all the way down to the wet grass.
She changed her appearance immediately to gray hair, gray eyes, and a greyish skin tone, and she fled, fled from the castle, fled from the warmth, the friends, the safety, before she could turn back.




=Jessi=

[SweeneyxxTodd]

:o That was awesome Jessi!

I'd join, but my knight lives during a time period way before Queen Mara and Shok. *shrugs* Oh well.

I liked the story anyway. 'Twas awesome!

[Macey]

LOL JESSI

Macey shall join.

...And try to get this IRO-BOT thing done with Sir Isaac and Darkness. *shot*

[ssj4majuub]

^^not going so well.


ANYWHOZLE, story of win.

"Rest assured that I shall not rest until his blood coats my hands and his innards fed to wild animals."
xD


I shall assist you!
And the title reminds me of Iron Maiden.

[curiochibi]

:D

Isaac and Macey are welcome to join the Troopers.

=Jessi=

[ssj4majuub]

*bow*

Thank you, Shok.

The "Over"lord will suffer. I owe it to him for what happened to Sir William.

[curiochibi]

Indeed.

LET HIM DIE IN AN IRON MAIDEN WITH POISONED SPIKES!

Wow...
That was slightly graphic...

Then again, this IS a RP...

=Jessi=

[ssj4majuub]

I WAS TALKIN BOUT THE BAND,SHOK!
HOLY CARP!

[curiochibi]

*throws her head back laughing*

Oh, I KNOW THAT. I'm just saying the Overlord should die in an iron maiden, ya know.

IT WOULD BE A GRACEFUL WAY TO END HIS TWISTED PATH HE CALLS A LIFE.

=Jessi=

[ssj4majuub]

Nah, not cruel enough.

We need to chop off his fingers and toes, grind them into a juice, and make him drink it. And then, we need to take off his skin, and make a funny hat. And wear it while we dance on his grave.

[curiochibi]

I LIKE THE WAY YOU THINK

If the scumbag even deserves the honor of a grave, you mean.

=Jessi=

[ssj4majuub]

YEah, no grave

I'll make his corpse into a scarecrow.

[Beks]

Sounds good. Keep it up, and maybe finish it. ;)

[Macey]

Scarecrow?

*likes the way Isaac is thinking*

[ssj4majuub]

Scarecrow.
*evil grin*

Tie him to a pole and stick him out in a field.

[Kaytron]

I liek the story very much so far, Shok!! :D

Scarecrow? :blink: *evil grin*
how shall we torture him? do I prepare the bonfire? OOH!! Or the rack ... or the barrel of spikes or!! *gets carried away*

scarecrow sounds goooood.

*also lieks the way Isaac thinks*

^Kaytron^ :ph43r:

[ssj4majuub]

Lulz.

Man,you guys have no idea.

I have plenty of other things we could do that I must refrain from saying in order to spare your sanity.