>>6281078“TCH! Are you even listening to me?!” Percy, knife in hand, screams into the night. You’re head turns in the twerps' direction, the two Victorian-dressed women disappearing in an instant. “I said that you’re a fool for ignoring me all this time!” He continues, spewing spittal everywhere. It’s then you notice that he’s standing in the middle of a pentagram made of the blood and parts that were scattered around him, human and horse. A pentagram that burns with a fire that only grows in intensity. “Did you ever stop to think about why the Bloodgraves settled here? In this forest where the bones of ancient armies lie scattered? Where over the centuries the lingering hate and malice of their tormented souls has done nothing but fester?!”
“I don’t care.” You say, causing his face to flush a deep shade of red as foam falls from his gritted teeth. Heh.
“ARHG! You will once an army of tattered flags and bloody banners raises all of Lindan! You will pay for everything you have done to Dear Anastasia!” Wha- Your mental thought is cut through as Percy slices open his forearm and completes whatever ritual he has prepared.
A deep and guttural groan resounds through the forest as the underbrush <span class="mu-s">moves[/i:lit]. It really is such a horrifying thing to witness. Especially if you’re the patriarch of the Bloodgrave family who settles his wife in the safest spot imaginable before running towards his son, face ashen. “Boy! Is that what all this was for?! Some girl? Do you even know what you’ve just done?! You need to-” Whatever he is about to say is interrupted as a thorny vine slithers up his leg and drags him into the underbrush. However, that is not the last you see of him as his screaming body, torn by the million thorns he’s dragged through, is hoisted into the air as decayed corpses bearing the armor of different generations break through the soil and- Well, the end of Lord Bloodgrave is not a pleasant sight, nor is the wails of the widowed Lady or the screaming of a boy who only just now realized how over his head he is.
“Holy shit.” The Stranger below you says in a small voice as he witnesses the sight, unaware of the snake-like vines about to drag him away, too.
>Allow them and regroup with the others>Save the Stranger’s life>[Write-in]</span> 