*Piccolo remains silent through Kit's speech, then, after he's done, he looks up, opening his jet back eyes. Instantly through Kit's head flashes what happened to her, since Ryven and Piccolo are mentally linked.*
*He sees things through Ryven's eyes. She's walking, then, a tall figure drops down in front of her. There's the hiss of her sword being drawn, but she can't move. The figure steps into the light-a tall elf, red haired and hazel eyed, clad in black half armor and leggings, a gold circlet about his fair brow. He's smirking. There's a soundless cry from him, and Ryven feels panic, trying in vain to do something.
She's suddenly on the ground, face up, and there are other minions about her, laughing, jeering. And another face is above her. Dressed in red robes, bald, what looks like a human magic user.
The elf gives an order. The human nods, then leers down at the elf below him....
....humiliation....
fear....pain...then darkness.
....when the darkness lifts, she's half naked in the alleyway, bleeding.*
*This image rips through Kit's mind, and whoever has just gotten the message Piccolo sent before.*
Piccolosan: This man...will pay. *grits his teeth* However...he is much too strong for either Ryven or I to take on alone...and he uses magic, that of which fighters such as ourselves have little defense for. And he travels between dimensions at will.
*Ryven has since stopped crying, but merely pants heavily, hiccuping every now and then, a pale shadow from the warrior Kit remembers meeting days ago.*
Piccolosan, grimly- We need help, from you and whomever else you can gather.
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"People on fire make me giggle!" -an observation by me while watching someone play GTA
*High Priestess of the Cult of the Green God (Piccolosama!)*
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