Christ on crutches, you people are dirty minded.
Final tally between SB, SV, and FF is:
Gramr: 4 votes.
Imp: 5 votes.
Felhoud: 5 votes.
Blueberry: 8 votes.
Dreadsteed: 12 votes.
And finally, Succubus: 31 votes.
The amount of votes of Succubus is nearly equal the the number of votes for the other options combined!
- X Line Break X-
Blake sighed as she trudged back down the Drag along with Ruby, Valeera and Crocbait. She missed scrolls.
It seemed like such a small thing to miss, compared to many other things. But she walked this same path in reverse a little under a hour ago so they they could swap Rehgar for Ruby.
She wished she had a mount like the nightsabers of Darnassus, even one of those giant wolves the orcs used in the place of horses would have done.
"Soo…" Valeera said from behind them. Why was she always behind behind them? None of them were that much taller than her, "Where are we going?"
"There's a fairground outside Orgrimmar," Ruby said, "we actually passed by it when we met to meet with Rehgar, Blake."
"I don't remember it," Blake said.
It made sense though, even some place at desolate as Durotar had to have celebrations at some point, right?
"It's mostly for Brewfest," Ruby said, "and Pilgrim's Bounty."
"Brewfest?" Crocbait asked.
"Yeah," Ruby nodded, "big celebration about alcohol earlier in the month," she shrugged, "It's ok."
"You've been?" Blake asked.
"Bloodeye loved going," Ruby said, "if only to renew his Brew of the Month club membership, but also for the drinking contests. Rehgar always sent me to grab him at the end of the day."
They made their way out of the main gates of Orgrimmar, dodging around wagons stacked high with boxes, barrels and soldiers, all of which were traveling the same way.
"They must be for Silithus," Ruby said, silver eyes locked on them as they disappeared to the west.
Blake nodded, feeling her mouth dry. That was a lot of people. The Horde, at least, had made the decision to go all in.
They walked for another ten minutes before they reached the shops.
"Woah," Blake breathed.
You wouldn't have been able to tell that there was a war going on by the area in front of them. In the back was a giant tent, out of which people were coming and going with bags containing outfits. The fence in front of them was lined with jack-o-lanterns carved to look like different races, torches burning with (hopefully) simulated Felfire crackled away, and kids were running around, grabbing candy and returning to the costumed men and women at several pavilions. In the center of it all was an unburnt wicker man.
Blake followed Ruby into the fair, jumping back as an troll child ran by them, wearing a white dress, blue wig with leaves laced in it, and clutching an bow with limbs made to look like wings. She grabbed the bow string and as she pulled it back, a glowing blue arrow appeared on it.
The arrow flew, hitting an shirtless orc wearing a shoulder pad and holding a giant axe and faded silently. The boy turned, dropping the axe as he made an exaggerated stagger, clutching his side as he fell to his knees.
Another orcish boy ran over, dressed up to look like the Warchief. His hand was wrapped around an oversized hammer, and he slid to his knees next to the other boy. He reached down briefly to touch the spot the 'arrow' had struck, before springing to his feet with a howl, running at the troll girl as she fired several arrows at him.
"That's cool," Valeera said as the boy batted the arrows aside with his hammer.
"I guess," Blake said, following Ruby and Crocbait into the tent.
Now came the hard part. Picking out a costume.
- X Line Break X-
Weiss tightened her grip on the dagger, trying to steady the shaking as she moved the green edged knife.
You need blood for this ritual, Weiss. It's enough that it won't hurt anyone.
A quarter of an inch above her thumb, Weiss stopped again. What was she doing? Hurti-
A second of pain for a servant, Weiss. Are you really so weak that that scares you?
Weiss's hand started to shake. This wasn't right.
Do it.
She was better than this. She couldn't-
I said, do it.
She shouldn't even be considering this. This was something someone who was weak would do.
Weiss started to move the dagger away, letting of the breath she had been ho-
Well, at least I know you won't be easily controlled when we rejoin the Legion. But…
Weiss lowered the dagger, swiping it across her thumb and drawing blood. Shouldn't her Aura of-?
Oh, yes. Can't forget that-
Weiss's thumb burned as a blood red glyph appeared in her mind.
Now, draw it. Summon your first minion for us.
Weiss reached down, placing her bloody thumb onto the ground and drew a large circle. Then she created a star in the center.
The second it was done, another glyph appeared in her mind. A smaller circle intersections a larger one, which in turn used it to create half a ring with another line, and had even smaller circle at the top. Weiss added this to the top of the main glyph. Talar.
Then a circle with a triangle intersecting it, two smaller circles around two of the point and a pair of horns above the last. Midway between one of the circle points and the horn point, Weiss added another circle with three lines coming from it's center, one of which ended in another circle. Taam.
The last was a sprawling combination of triangles, lines and circles. Dregla.
Good. Now give me a moment to remember the rune for the imps…
Weiss stood, sheathing her knife as she held each hand out in front of her waist, palms up. She pushed her Aura into the glyph in front of her, shaking as she did so.
Talar lit up first, the red blood turning blue,then Talar turned purple and Dregla turned green. Finally, the red glyph glowed, a ring of green spinning around it. Slowly at first, but each cycle sped it up. The air within the circle seemed to warp, like it was only partially there.
No! Weiss, without a destination anything could-!
"Oh, my," a sultry voice came from the circle as a woman stepped out of the warp, "My, my, my, my. What do we have here? I come across a summoning and find a cutie with white hair? It must be my lucky day, and from the look on your face, it's yours too."
Within the circle was the most attractive woman Weiss had ever seen. She had long golden hair around a pair of horns, silver eyes and a playful smirk on her full lips. The nails on either hand were so long they were practically claws, and she was holding a long leather whip in one hand, the other on her hip.
Her clothes, a black leather corset and underwear, exposed most of her light purple skin and wings. Wrapped around one long hooved leg was a barbed tail.
"Do you have a name, cutie?" the woman asked.
"Uh…" Weiss wetted her lips, trying to focus through the forming haze to answer the question, "Weiss."
Weiss-
"Weiss," a pleasant shiver went up Weiss's spine at the way the woman said her name, like she was tasting it, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Fierna."
Weiss, listen to me. Whatever you do, do not let her out of that cir-
"Why don't you come over here and let me out of this?" Fierna said, curling one index finger forwards, "And then we can get to know each other."
"Oh," Weiss focused on the circle, why was she using that to keep someone as beautiful as this locked away? "Yes! Of course!"
Damn you mortals. She's just going to kill you.
"Oh, hush," Fierna put one finger against her lips, "Don't ruin the fun and maybe I'll let you watch."
...Your kind never stops disgusting me, sayaad.
Weiss moved her foot, scraping away the spent blood. The minute she did, Fierna stepped forward, her tail unlashing from around her leg and wrapping around Weiss's waist, pulling the heiress close.
Weiss felt her breath hitch as Fierna grabbed her chin, angling the heiress's head up as she swept down to steal a kiss.
As Weiss felt the warm lips of the woman, no goddess currently in front of her, a heavy haze started to overtake her. She felt something force its way into her mouth, groaning as Fierna wrapped her wings around them, pushing Weiss against the cave wall.
Was this why people entered relationships? How had she missed this? Even the rough talons scrapping along her scalp as Fierna laced her fingers though Weiss's hair was amazing.
Weiss! You- -it!
Finally, Fierna broke away, grinning wildly as she allowed Weiss to regain her breath. The woman leaned down, silver eyes glistening as she breathed in Weiss's ear, "did you like that, pet?"
Pet? Weiss wasn't a pet.
"Yes," Weiss breathed out in spite of herself. The haze making it hard to stay angry at Fierna. Why should she? Fierna was so beautiful that she shouldn't have given Weiss the time of day, instead- Weiss stifled a moan as Fierna nipped her neck.
Something about this didn't seem right. Some of these things shouldn't- shouldn't-
Whatever Weiss had been worrying about fled her brain as Fierna came up, a pout on her face. Oh, no. She had made her sad…
"Pet," Fierna said, "I don't want you trying to keep quiet, understand?"
"Yes," Weiss squeaked out.
"Good," Fierna's grin grew wider, her tail slithering up Weiss's back. Weiss felt the barbs lightly rake across her skin, flames burning in their wake, numbing Weiss further, "because there's more where that came from."
Weiss barely had time to register that before the lips returned, rougher this time, and stole away her thoughts.
Dust, she had never considered something like this. She was the heiress of the SDC, so she had assumed she wou-
Wait. She was the heiress of the SDC, she shouldn't be getting to first base with someone she had just met. No matter how attractive- Weiss gave a shuddering gasp- or how skilled they were.
Weiss wormed her arms out of Fierna's embrace, pushing the woman back, noticing that one shoulder of her bolero was hanging off, "Stop."
"Oh?" Fierna pouted, "Why? I thought we were having fun."
Weiss closed her eyes, ignoring the pounding of her heart, and pushed Fierna back, "I don't know what you're trying to do-"
"What makes you think I'm trying to do anything?" Fierna asked coyly.
"-but it stops now," Weiss said.
"So we're done playing?"
"Yes," Weiss growled.
"Ah," Fierna, "I figured you'd rather go the fun way, but if you insist…"
Weiss dodged Fierna's lunge, watching the talons sink into the stone like it was water. As Fierna span, ripping her claws from the wall in a shower of stone chips, Weiss saw that her eyes had gained slitted pupils and her flawless features were… weren't. They were still unnaturally good, but there were slight problems.
I'm not sure if I should be proud you broke free of that on your own, or angry we're in this situation in the first place.
Weiss looked towards the entrance of the cave, where Yang and Maan were still asleep… alongside Myrtenaster.
If someone hasn't jumped the gun, we wouldn't need a weapon!
Weiss ducked under another claw strike, only to be struck by Fierna's tail. Weiss's aura rippled around the green tipped barbs.
"You should have just went along with it," Fierna snarled, "it would have been quick and painless. In fact, you would have loved it. Now this," Weiss dodged another strike, "it will be quick, if your lucky."
Weiss drew her knife, eyes locked onto where Myrtenaster sat at the cave entrance. Could she make it in time?
Weiss dodged a whip strike, listening to the crack as she focused on Fierna. The woman raised her whip hand, and another glyph sprang into existence around her wrist, halting the strike.
Weiss created a glyph around the other hand, forcing them above Fierna's head, and the woman to the ground, straddling her and pushing the dagger against Fierna's throat, "You. Lose," she growled out.
Fierna gave Weiss a look that could only be described as… smitten? "Oh… So that's why your angry!"
"What?" Weiss wasn't in the mood for games. The places where the barbs had touched stang slightly, and just their existence made her skin crawl.
"You wanted to be the dominant one! You should have said so, mistress."
What.
"I mean, how was I supposed to know? It was just a random summoning and you seemed content with letting me take charge. Please forgive me, mistress. I'll do what you say."
Cute. Typical sayaad behavior. You like the fact that Weiss proved to be something more than an easy meal. Attracted by it. If we had more time, I'd have her just kill you and summon something else, but you'll have to do for now. But if you betray us, I will use you to summon something less likely to do so.
"Fine," Weiss lowered her dagger, and ignoring the small part that liked being called 'mistress', "You get to survive for now."
Another new glyph appeared in her head, and as she held out her hand, it appeared. Chains burst from both ends of the green glyph, wrapping around Weiss's arm and Fierna's body. They blazed for a second, before disappearing, the only evidence of their existence the strange feeling in Weiss's skull telling her where Fierna was.
Well. It isn't a imp, but it's your first demon nonetheless. Hopefully next time you summon one, you'll do it properly so it doesn't devolve into a fight for your life.
Weiss let the glyphs around Fierna's arms disappear, walking towards the cave mouth, "Keep watch, Fierna."
"As you wish, mistress," Weiss shuddered at the teasing voice.
If this whole affair was forgotten and never mentioned, Weiss would be very happy. As it was, she felt dirty.
- X Line Break X-
Valeera grinned as she tried on a hat. The base was shaped like a triangle, with a large oval shaped cylinder above it. Attached to that was a skull with metal bat wings. The tip of the hat dipped into the fifteen year old's line of sight, but that didn't stop her excitement.
This was fun! She had been trying on costumes for the past hour, and wasn't close to being ready to stop.
Though she thought she might go with this. She wasn't sure what a vampire was, or why they needed hunting, but she liked the design, especially since they had it in her colors. It fit her better than the Demon Hunter outfit she had tried did.
Maybe when she was a bit older, that one would work…
Valeera checked herself in the full body mirror. The outfit had a pair of (strangely) armored stockings, and a red tailcoat over a ruffled doublet. Connected to the right shoulder was a red and purple finned shoulder pad, and it came with two toy weapons that were generously called stakes and about as large around as Valeera's arms.
Valeera stepped out of the smaller tent, only to immediately yelp as someone jumped out from behind a rack, wrapping their arms around her with a loud, "BOO!"
Valeera yelped, elbowing her unexpected captor in the face, "Ruby! You scared me!"
"That's the point," Ruby said, standing up and pushing back the hood covering her head.
Ruby's red and black ensemble had been replaced with an all black long robe, with spiked shoulder pads, ghostly illusionary wings and a breastplate just visible under the robes.
"Nice costume," Valeera said, "What's it supposed to be?"
"Thanks," Ruby said, "I'm not actually sure. A character from some book series, apparently. You're going with that?"
"Yeah," Valeera grinned, "like it?"
"It looks cool on you," Ruby said, "come on. We should pay for your stuff."
"Where's Blake and Crocbait?" Valeera asked.
"Outside already," Ruby said with a grin, "wanna try to sneak up on them?"
Valeera laughed slightly as they reached to cashier, handing over the gold for her costume, "Sure!"
Halfway to door, Ruby stopped suddenly, eyes unfocused.
"Ruby?"
Ruby cocked her head, looking like a dog as she did so, "Do you hear something?"
"No-" before Valeera had time to continue, Ruby ran out of the tent, "Hey! Where are you going?"
Valeera jogged after Ruby, looking around the area. Blake was seated at a table, a book in hand and a large brimmed witch's hat on the table.
You know, for all Blake's insistence that Beacon wasn't a namby pamby school, they seemed to know a lot of things you wouldn't expect from a former slave and… whatever Blake did for work. Reading and writing were the sort of things you'd learn in some school for nobles. Though she wasn't sure why'd they be at Orgrimmar if that was true.
It didn't take Valeera much longer to find Crocbait, the man, currently dressed in a replica of a paladin's armor, was staggering back as the two orc boys from earlier, and a blood elf girl holding a toy sword and shield, struck him. Crocbait swung the toy hammer in his hand lightly, tapping it against the girl's shield and swinging it wide as she pushed against the force, deliberately over extending himself.
"Blake!" Valeera looked over at where Ruby was calling the other human. Blake's eyes seemed to drink in Ruby, "Do you hear anything strange?"
Blake froze for a second, her bow twitching, "I-"
"I still don't hear anything," Valeera said.
"-is that… laughter?" Blake asked, "and neighing?"
Ruby's eyes jumped over to Valeera, widening slightly, before she tackled the blood elf off her feet, doing her best to cover Valeera.
What-?
There was a roar of flames as Valeera felt a wave of heat, followed by maniacal laughter.
"You alright?" Ruby asked.
"Yeah. What about you?"
"Fire," Ruby gave an exaggerated scoff as she stood, helping Valeera up, "compared to forge burns, that's nothing. Where-?"
Another storm of fire blossomed around Ruby, only for it to flicker and be sucked into something around Ruby's neck. The shamaness didn't look fazed, not even her outfit damaged.
"Prepare yourselves, the bells have tolled!" A mad voice called from above, causing them both to look up, "Shelter your weak, your young and your old! Each of you shall pay the final sum. Cry for mercy, the reckoning has come!"
Riding on a horse above them was a headless human, a flaming sword in one hand. He pointed the sword at one of the kids, and a pumpkin shaped blast of fire launched from it. Crocbait grabbed the blood elf, yanking them behind him.
"Shelter your young?" Crocbait growled, a similar look to the one he had just before he lost it against Roxana, "How are we supposed to do that when you're attacking them?"
Valeera looked under the table, finding the bag holding everyone's normal clothes and their weapons.
"Pass me my cloak while you're under there," Ruby hadn't moved her eyes from the horsman, something bluish white crackling around her arm for a second before she swung it forward. Lightning lanced through the horseman, and if he had felt it, he certainly didn't respond.
Valeera grabbed the black sword in a sheath, throwing it on top, then the really heavy red box and Ruby's cloak, and finally Crocbait's swords. Halfway between drawing her daggers, Valeera looked up at a whirring noise, dropping her jaw to gape.
That was a big scythe.
-X Line
Ruby couldn't help the smirk that spread on her face as she enjoyed the weight of Crescent Rose. After six years away from her sweetheart, it was still so satisfying to hear the mecha-shift activate, to feel the blade in her hands again. She was glad Blake had taken care of Crescent Rose for so long.
She could only hope Crescent Rose had done the same for Blake.
Ruby lowered her center of weight, waiting for the horseman to stop moving. He did, pointing his blade at Blake.
The smirk slid off Ruby's face and she swung Crescent Rose in an upward arc, the air rippling from the scythe blade and knocking the blast off course.
"Ruby!" Ruby looked behind her, watching Blake running towards the her, Gambol Shroud in scythe form.
Ruby shifted Crescent Rose slightly, resting the back of the blade on the ground. As Blake planted her feet on Crescent Rose, Ruby activated her Semblance, using her strength to fling Crescent Rose and Blake forward.
Blake flew into the air, throwing Gambol Shroud to the side as she went flying past the horseman.
Which meant Gambol Shroud wrapped around the horse's legs. Blake gave a sharp tug, pulling the horseman closer to the ground… and Valeera.
The curved throwing knife flew through the air, hitting into the horseman's chest. In response, the horseman span his sword through the air, sending a rain of embers onto the ground.
"Soldiers arise, stand and fight! Bring victory at last to this fallen knight!"
At each spot an ember struck, a pumpkin appeared and exploded from the earth on a body of vines. The one closest to Crocbait was immediately cut in two, followed by two more.
"Val!" Ruby called to the blood elf, "Me and Blake will deal with the horseman, you help Crocbait!"
Valeera looked startled, before nodding and bursting into action, slotting her daggers into two pumpkins and dragging them out is a shower of pulp and slime.
"You," Ruby pointed at a reedy looking orc that was watching everything with a look of fear on his face and a shaking grip on his axe, the armor marking him as a guard looking massive on him "Get the kids to Orgrimmar and send help!"
Ruby saw the horseman point his sword at the guard, ripping one of her totems off the necklace and throwing it to the ground in front of him. Seconds before the flames hit him, a fire elemental burst from the totem, absorbing them.
"Now!" Ruby barked, shifting Crescent Rose into its rifle form and shooting at the horseman. Crescent Rose gave a roar, and Ruby took satisfaction at the horseman's jolt.
The guard tightened his grip on the axe, nodding, "Come on, pups," he said to the kids gently, "follow me."
The horse flew down, Blake trailing behind it like a flag, aiming for the guard's back. No…
Ruby exploded forward, feeling the flames attempt to eat through her aura as she used her Semblance to put herself between the guard and the horseman. If the horseman had a head, she'd like to think it would have jerked in shock.
Especially since Crescent Rose was pressed against his spine.
Strength of the earth, heed my call…
Power filled her, drawing from the rocky ground beneath them.
"You shouldn't of opened yourself up like this," Ruby said, before yanking Crescent Rose back with incredible strength, cutting the horseman in two.
Everything was quiet for a moment, the horse looking lost without its rider. It didn't even fight as Blake unraveled Gambol Shroud.
"What the heck was that?" Valeera asked.
"I dunno," Ruby said, "but we should probably report it to-"
"So eager you are for my blood to spill," Ruby span, shock running through her as she watched the horse take to the sky, its rider atop it again, "yet to vanquish me 'tis my head you must kill!"
"We- we need to report this," Ruby said.
What was going on?
-X Line Break X-
Yang sat up with a yawn, ignoring her coat, which she had been using as a blanket, sliding down as she did.
"Oh," an unfamiliar voice said, "I was wondering when you would wake up."
Seated across from Weiss, a strange look on her face as she stared at the sleeping girl, was a woman with long white hair. She seemed to have something wrapped around her upper body, and her legs ended in hooves.
Yang, rather understandable, in her opinion, jumped up, deploying Ember Celica. The woman finally looked away from Weiss, allowing Yang to see her blue eyes as she cocked her head slightly, a cocky smirk on her face, "Mh? What's that about?"
"Who are you?" Yang asked loudly, hoping to wake Maan, at least, up.
"Me?" the woman stood, "I'm Fierna. Who are you?"
Who was she? Why the hell-?
"Yang," the blond brawler said, wondering why she had been angry. No wait-
"Yang? It's a pleasu-"
"Why are you here?" Yang snarled. That hadn't been right.
"Oh? Two in one day?" Fierna sounded pleasantly surprised, "either I'm slipping, or I got summoned by a very interesting mistress."
Yang coiled one arm back. Mistress? Summoned?
"Stop playing around," Yang growled, ready to attack if Fierna did anything.
Fierna simply cocked her head, the cocky smirk "What's wrong with playing? I like playing," she stood up, a predatory look in her eyes as she unfurled a pair of heavy wings, "I bet you like playing too~!"
Was it worth wasting a shell on her? Yang had already lost a few fighting that ghost yesterday, and she wasn't sure how many more fights were between them and Shattrath.
"Fierna!" Weiss barked, sitting up, "Stop that!"
What-?
"Mistress!" Fierna cheered as Weiss stood up, lunging at her and wrapping her arms and wings around Weiss. Yang saw Weiss tense.
Mistress? Weiss?
What the hell was going on?
"Let go," Weiss said gruffly, and Fierna jostled.
"Mistress," Fierna whined, "don't be like that! We were having such fun last nigh-"
"I said," Weiss's eyes flashed red as she snarled, "Let go!"
Fierna's smirk finally faded, replaced with a pout, "But mistress," Fierna whined again, "I thought we'd gotten over this! Your the one in charge, and I'm your loyal servant!"
"Fierna," Weiss said, "Let. Go."
"Oh, fine," Fierna said, "but first…"
Yang blinked as one of Fierna's arms came up, pushing Weiss's head up and allowing Fierna to press their lips together in a deep kiss. After several seconds, in which Weiss didn't fight nearly as much as Yang expected her to, Fierna let go, exposing a barbed tail and an outfit consisting a pair of panties and a leather corset.
"I'll be waiting outside!" Fierna called with a wide smile as she skipped away, "Come get when you're done talking with your friend!"
"You, uh," Yang pointed a thumb at the winged woman retreating back, ignoring the slight urge to give into hysteria, "You wanna explain that? Because…"
Dust, it was like the world was coming apart at the seems. Ghosts, Weiss doing weird stuff with her Semblance and making out with a weird faunus girl. What's next? People turning into Grimm?
"Fierna," Weiss said simply, "She's a sayaad and she works for me now."
...That explained nothing. What was a 'sayaad'? Why was she working for Weiss?
-X Line Break X-
"I don't want to talk about this," Broll said.
"Don't care," Rehgar said, "We're talking about it. What's that totem?"
It was strange to see the orc bustling around the house, checking the food in the oven, placing a carton of strawberries on the island, placing bottles on the coffee table and piling presents next to the couch. From the moment the others had left, Rehgar had started to get everything ready for the party.
"What do you care?" Broll grumbled.
"That totem has a lot of Life in it," Rehgar stopped as a bang came from outside, "One sec," Rehgar stalked to the front door, flinging it open, "You-"
The was another bang as Rehgar's head jerked back, the bald orc's face covered in soot.
"Oh no…" Broll heard someone say outside.
"RUN!" another kid yelled.
"That's right!" Rehgar yelled, "You better run! If I see around here again, I'll feed you to a worg!"
Rehgar slammed the door, stalking over to the kitchen, grabbing a towel and scrubbing his face with a disgruntled grumbling.
"Does that happen often?" Broll asked, trying to ignore what he would have done if it had been him who was hit by it.
"Couple times a year," Rehgar threw aside the dirty towel, "More, if they're particularly dumb. Now, the totem. What is it?"
"It's called the Idol of Remulos," Broll said reluctantly, "It was an incredibly powerful drudaic artifact."
"And you had it?" Rehgar asked, grabbing the roast from the top of the stove and sliding it into the oven. Then he grabbed a pan from the counter, sliding it onto the stove as he lit the gas under it, "Shouldn't it of been with some archdruid?"
"Remulos gave it to me," Broll said, "it was supposed to help me draw out my potential as a druid."
And he had failed. He had held the idol for over two thousand years and hadn't ever lived up to the promise his horns gave.
"Then this Remulos is some important druid, then?"
"Yes," Broll sighed, "He's the son of Cenarius."
"That big deer-elf?"
"Yes," Broll sighed again.
"So he thought you had potential as a druid you weren't using?" Rehgar sat down across from Broll with a relieved sigh.
"Everyone did," Broll said, grabbing one antler, "That's what being born with these are supposed to mean."
"Really?" Rehgar gave a bark of laughter, "and you don't think you lived up to it?"
"Yes," Broll said simply.
"Well," Rehgar said, "Hopefully we'll be able to purify the thing when Ruby get back with it-"
"It was destroyed," Broll cut Rehgar off.
"You sure about that?"
Broll stopped. He had been sure, it hadn't been there when he woke from his first rampage, "You think it's around?"
"I do. Ruby'll head off to get it within a couple days, then we can get rid of this curse," Rehgar said, standing up, "Come help me with the banner, would ya?"
Broll stood with a sigh. He wasn't sure he deserved being freed from it.