>>5555291>“Roxanne. Boleslav. The two of you stay behind and watch things. If we don’t return within a few hours, come looking for us.”“Leaving me behind while you go and have all the fun? Not very cool of you, Blair.” Roxanne pouts.
“No complaints here.” Boleslav adds. “I’ll have a stew waiting for you upon your return.”
Ferrying everyone across the city is a simple task given the abundance of spare wyverns and pegasi within the Blackwings. It had been a while since your company had performed a drop-in maneuver like this. Typically, the plan always carried some risk that you’d be spotted and shot down before making it to your destination. However, nothing in the city stirs to stop you. Here and there, you can see some movement down below. Figures shuffling about looking for their next victim. Someone pounding on a door to be let in. Dogs and other scavengers picking apart bodies that had likely been dead for days. But nothing seems eager or even capable of stopping your group as they fly over towards Ordelia Castle. As you near the imposing figure, you brace yourself in the event that there may actually be archers or even a ballista ready to fire on you. But still, nothing. The castle is virtually defenseless. You hope that the interior will prove to be just as easy.
“Goddess protect us all.” Elizabeth gasps as she dismounts in front of the gates to the castle. Your cleric is pale and looks to be on the verge of expelling morning’s breakfast. You had already seen what happened to the city. But for those who weren’t with you when you’d made the first trip in, the sight is a grisly shock.
“That was…something.” Theo remarks. Any trace of his usual joviality is absent for once.
“Yes. Let us not waste anymore time dwelling on it.” Uriel says. “If the person responsible for this atrocity is inside, better we destroy them now rather than allow this evil to be perpetuated one second longer.”
“Well…how do we go about doing that?” Ashe asks. “The doors seem shut.” As if to prove his point, the sniper walks up towards the door and pushes. Much to the surprise of all though, the doors freely give way, allowing entrance into the castle.
“…I don’t suppose your family just typically leaves the front door open, do they?” You ask Lysithea.
“Why wouldn’t they? This seems like such a good neighborhood.” You hear Corrine mutter.
“No…they do not.” Lysithea says. Of everyone currently present, she seems to want to go inside the least. “We are far from an affluent family. But even still, we had security present to ward off outsiders. People that manned the gate. Soldiers that watched the walls. And yet…everyone’s gone. I have a bad feeling about this, Blair.”
