Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150507041541/@comment-25038310-20150509144959

Jack held a hand on Antoine's shoulder, and patted him. "Come on. Let's go the castle and talk there, alright? I'll try and convince you of this alliance there."

Antoine seemed rather doubtful, before silently nodding. "Sure."

"Good. Let's go." Jack started walking to the Blue palace, wondering if Anna and Jana were still alright. The Castle had remained mostly untouched by the cultists' due to the Masked-Eyes' defence, and he doubted that something had happened. Unless they exited it...

 The two eventually arrived, went up the stairs, and walked down the small, narrow hallway.

"You remember Anna?"

"That one girl back then? Thought we buried her."

"She's alive. The witches of the forest..-"

"What?! You asked them to-.."

"I had no choice, Antoine. They were willing an'..-"

Antoine held a dagger against Jack's throat, his face consumed with rage and hatred. Jack widened his eyes, and stood still - however, Antoine was slowly pressing his dagger further and further.

"First, the Ghost-Wolves. Then the Dominion, and now those blasted old hags?! You are too peaceful, Jack! You forfeited the ideology of the Old ways for them?! You are in no position to lead or rule over this army, damn you!"

Jana and Anna could hear the argument and the yelling from their room, clearly. Antoine in particular, atleast.

"Antoine, we need to forge an alliance..- only the Masked-Eyes against the Cult will not be sufficient." He said, calmly. "We need to..-"

A small thud was heard, interrupting Jack. Soon, dripping was heard, and then the weight of something falling down. Then slow steps. Which increased in speed until it could be considered a sprint. A moan. A cough. And then, the sound of something dragging itself over to Anna's door.