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[Sanure]

Soarla is currently standing in a back alley wiping goblin blood off her sword. On the ground behind a dumpster is a dead Goblin girl. Soarla has a look of death in her eyes. She eventually leaves without drawing suspicion to her.

[Again_Dejavu]

Russel saw that from a rooftop.

[PrivateNomad]

Magnus nods and juggles a ball of lightning, purely to impress Ryaku.

[Sanure]

Russel would then be filled with fear from the demonic aura that was emanating from Soarla as she killed the Goblin girl.

Ryaku is unimpressed.

[PrivateNomad]

Ryaku not impressed? When the most powerful mage in all of Madness is standing there? Aw hell naw.

Magnus turns into lightning and zooms around the room, still trying to impress her.

[Again_Dejavu]

Russel gets the hell away from her. Something told him she was bad news. Something other than the murder.

[Sanure]

Ryaku puts a hand out and grabs Magnus' arm, discharging her lightning magic into him. Should lead to hilarity.


Soarla is looking for the Second Goblin girl.

[PrivateNomad]

Magnus just seems to go even faster, entirely spinning around Ryaku.

[kj1225]

Tom nods.

[PrivateNomad]

Trianna smiles and nods.

[kj1225]

om goes back to cooking.

[Sanure]

Ryaku remains unipressed due to it not having her desired effect.

Soarla eventually finds the Goblin girl hiding behind a very busy store. Soarla draws her sword and begins to approach the girl. A demonic spirit appears almost as an after image as Soarla walks towards her. The last thing the goblin girls sees is Soarla's eyes, which are filled with death.

[Rolepgeek]

Tia enters.

The garden she steps into is certainly marvelous, though in a much plainer way than the floral artistic pieces at home; it is a floating garden, a water garden, landscaped and designed to facilitate contemplation and serenity. It is a brisk, bright morning, even overcast, and the light filters evenly through the clouds. This is somewhat unique, for most of Faery is perpetually held in twilight.

If the fairy turns around to see where she exited from, she would notice Murcheadh exiting the Throne Room after her, the window/door closing behind him a faint click. The door on this side looks to be a solid piece of rowan-wood, bound with brass, and carved lovingly by a master carpenter; likely a dryad commissioned by the Winter Court. Murcheadh smiles again at Tia, and this time the expression holds some faint amount of warmth. Some of the rigor in his expression loosens, and he closes his eyes, breathing in the crisp air of the garden.

"I do not believe I have to ask you to watch your step, but be careful where you land, Miss Tia. Her Grace appreciates the beauty in danger as well as that in aesthetics. Not all in this garden is what it seems. With me, you should be safe from the vast majority of anything dangerous, of which only a small proportion of the tenants here even are, but nonetheless, prudency would advise caution."

[PrivateNomad]

"Of course," Tia says as she starts to follow him.

[USEC_OFFICER]

Maja sighs and gets up from her comfy spot on the couch, giving a little stretch to wake her muscles up. "Well, this is nice and all, but I should probably get going."