[Episode] Vikings, Knights, and Pirates, O my!

Dax swaggered through the chaos, going from home to home in search of even the smallest piece of gold. He tore through dressers and mattresses, safes and cupboards, no stone was left unturned in his frantic search to satisfy his greed. Not even the singular coin that had been long since lost in the sofa cushions was safe from the bloodhound like nose the young man had for gold.

During his search, Dax stopped one by one at the suffocating bodies to run their pockets in his pursuit of treasure. This pattern continued, long enough for Castor to begin summoning what appeared to be heavens wrath above them, "Flamboyant fuck." Dax mumbled looking up for a moment before returning to his looting.

He came upon a large house about a minute before Castor's El Thor rained down upon the tiny village, there he picked up on a certain familiar smell, gold. Come upon a trap door underneath a carpet that lead into an cavern that ran underneath the village and mountain, connecting all the way back to the cave Castor had executed the last Fiore son at. Torches lit the walls, the shadows of the stalagmites and stalactites dancing with the flames. Like a Labyrinth, the cave stretched out with several paths to go, several of which most likely lead nowhere, a common trick to deter thieves. But Dax was no normal thief as his nose could not be fooled when it came to his avaricious obsession.

Dax knifed his way down the dimly lit cave, the path twisting and turning like a snake wriggling through the ground. The ground was wet with water and guano, leaving his feet blackened with muck. As he went, the path would gradually widen and then abruptly tighten, leaving Dax no choice but to widen certain areas with his abilities. Eventually, the rocky cave floor gave way to marble tiles and the room opened up into a large temple like area, with an angelic figure carved into the ceiling. Four pillars exited in the corners of the room, each topped with a floating orb that put of a bright white light, illuminating the entire room. At the center sat a pedestal topped with a marble bust of what one could assume was the first Fiore king. Stepping into the room, Dax walked across the floor until an audible click sound emitted from the tile beneath his left foot. Suddenly, a giant axe swung down from the room ceiling, aiming to cleave any intruder in two. Though, Dax was not just any intruder, with a single out stretched golden hand he grabbed the blade and crushed it into pieces with little effort. With a sigh he moved further in until he was upon the pedestal, black mucked feet leaving a noticeable trail on the beautiful white marble. He inspected the bust thoroughly before sending it crashing to the ground with a swipe. In doing say, another trap was set off, the marble tiles in the surrounding area rattled and went tumbling down, revealing a pit fall surrounding the pedestal. The marble tiles plummeted downwards on top of poisoned spikes nestled into the earth at the bottom, decorated with the skeletons of plunderers old.

Dax floated on the air, as if the ground had never left his feet before moving back towards solid ground and finding a hidden pathway in the back of the room by following the smell of the gold. He did this for several meters until he came upon a wide open room, once again decorated like the first, though this one was filled to the brim with treasure and at the center sat a large dirty chest, the wood was petrified in the metal was dull, with no smell of gold at all. Disregarding it completely, Dax true to his moniker began to swim through the mountains of treasure as if it were a refreshing pond on a hot day.

Lvneel | Kingsroad | Nilf | 2 Days Remaining

The Dame household trotted down the dirt path known as the Kingsroad, stretching across the rolling green hills like a serpent. Their knights and wagons dressed in the emerald green and gold of their house, with a golden ram's head decorating the banners they carried. Inside the most ornate wagon sat little Annibell, leaning her head out the small window of the cabin to admire the countryside, her gorgeous red locks fluttering in the wind. Having been kept inside the walls of the Catherdral since she was a girl, spending most of her days waiting on her vile mother.

"Beautiful, ain't it m'lady." Barney the Terror said, riding alongside them on his bison mount, being to large for a horse to carry.

"It is!" Annibell promptly responded with excitement. She and lord Bearington had a special relationship, having been there since she was born, he is just like her other two brothers. "Have you been to Asgar before?" She asked innocently.

"Once." He replied, "It was when I was knighted." He finished with a groan, recalling a terrible memory from his childhood. Scenes of lord Dame and alcohol induced vomiting flashed before his eyes before sending a shiver down his spine.

"Are you alright?!" Annibell yelled, noticing the face that the Terror was making.

"Ahem.. yes...uhh I'm fine m'lady.." He replied after composing himself. "So, m..-"

"Oh Annieeee..!" Maribell called out from inside the cabin cutting of Barney, "I need you darling! Oh Annibell!" She shouted once more before thanking the girl in by her dress. Maribell poked her head into the windows frame, "That will be all lord Bearington." She snapped shrewdly before slammed the windows cover shut.

"Poor kid." Barney mumbled, snapping the rains on his bison. Sending it trotting lazily towards Note at the head of the pack. He passed by the twins, who were bickering on their horses about anything and everything, "Don't you two ever shut up?" He grunted.

"Why dont ya mind yer own fookin business boyo!" Paris snapped, turning his attention from his brother for just long enough to quip at Barney.

"Yeah! Why don't ya mind yer own fookin business, ya fook!" Sully echoed his brother before they both returned to their argument.

"Idiots.." Barney groaned, snapping the rains on his bison once more. He had been with lord Note since he was a boy. His family was killed in the war when he was six years old, the vassal lord found and adopted him as his own. He was raised with brothers and had been there for as long as they could remember. As children they did nothing but fight constantly and even though it was always the twins verse Barney by himself, the pair had never beat him in anything, ever.

"Ah! Barney ma boy!" Note shouted, noticing the man without turning his attention back. "Ride with me! Bahbahbahbahbah!"

"That was my plan, m'lord." Barney replied.

"Bahbahbahbah! A smartass as always!" The lord bellowed, "Yer me favorite ya know?" Note said, "The twins are idjits and Annie, well shes a girl."

"M'lord, what are you saying?" Barney asked hesitantly.

"Bahhh! Nothing ma boy! Let's enjoy this ride like it's our last! Bahbahbahbah!" The old goat laughed.


Lvneel | Dax's hideout not Castor's | Jotun Hold | 2 Days Remaining

After arriving at the hideout to unload their haul, they were met with a troop of Waldon's knights.

"Lord Bastion, Lord Dax." He said, addressing them individually, bowing to them both. "This message is from our lord." He said handing a letter to Castor, though Dax snatched it out of the messengers hand before the little fuck could take it.

"I'll take that ya fuck." Dax barked, ripped open the wax seal. "Mhm......uhuh.....alright....shit.....oh fuck........bwhahahaha.........wowwww......no way..............hmmmm" He mumbled while reading the letter. "I have no fuckin clue what the fuck it says." He laughed, tossing the letter into the wind carelessly.

Lvneel | Kingsroad | Muspell Hold | 2 Days remaining

The swamps of Muspell had long been known by a sour reputation, long before the stain on Lvneel that was Lord Malice Stein. Tales of children disappearing along the muddy banks, legends of monsters lurking in the shadows, myths of creatures with names that had been long since forgotten. These had all run rampant for centuries, such is the way when you know little about nature. Until lord Stein that is, he brought with him the monsters known as the Shadows. Things that did lurk in the darkness, stealing children from more than just muddy banks and doing far worse with them as well. Lord Stein inflicted a new kind of fear when he arrived, one that will soon spread like a sickness if it isnt stopped.

The Kingsroad that twisted through Muspell was by far the most dangerous of them all. Its path wrought with quagmires from the constant downpour this part of the island received. Along with its hot and humid climate, it is the perfect breeding ground for all manner of parasites.

The chains connecting the wagons rattled as the party bumped along the road. A jet black caravan pulled by several misshapen creatures, large twisted fellows in all black, their silent footsteps sinking into the soft marsh road with every movement. Guarded by their smaller brethren, sickly men dressed in black rags who scurried around the wagons like roaches.

"Lord Sssssssssstien.." A shadowed figure whispered from across the interior of the cabin. "Isssss it finally time?" He continued, staying hidden within the darkness.

"Yes." Malice mused in response, his fingers caressing the jewel cemented into the top of cane. "Everything is set and the players are in motion. Soon.." he paused for a more villainous effect, "Soon, it will be mine."

"Yesssssss, shishishishishi." The shadowed figure responded with a malicious laugh.

[I]Lvneel | Kingsroad | Nilf Hold | 1 Day

"Baahhhhhh!" Note groaned, "Me fookin feet hurt!"

"Its cause yer too fookin old fer this da!" Paris shouted out from behind the old goat.

"Yeah, to fookin old!" Sully chimed in as well, echoing his brother as they so often do. "If you just let me take over da, wouldnt have this fookin problem!" The Round finished.

"I'm the one takin over ya fookin eejit!" Paris shouted towards his brother, leaning over in his saddle to be right in his brother's face.

"In yer fookin dreams ya langer!" Sully retorted quickly, leaning over on his saddle as well, slamming his forehead into his brothers. Beginning what could only be described as a battle of the faces.

"Will you go shut those two fookin eejits up.." Note mumbled to Barney.

"With pleasure m'lord." He smirked, snapped the reigns on his bison, slowing it up to match pace with the twins behind them. "You two, with me." He said coldly, pulling his beast of the path and down onto the lower plain with the twins in tow.

"What the fooks this about Bearington?" Sully snapped angrily, always having a distaste for the large man.

"Yeah, the fooks it about?!" Paris echoed his brothers words and tone.

Without a word, Barnet slid out of his saddle and onto the ground, withdrawing his battle axe. "Been awhile since I kicked yer asses." He smirked, "How about?"

"Kicked our..?!" The brothers shouted in unison, dismounting their horses and drawing weapons of their own. Paris notched his arrow and took aim while Sully whipped his giant warhammer around like a small stick. "Bring ya fookin bitch!!"

Back on the Kingsroad, Lord Dame finally had some piece and quiet to think to himself. His one eyed gaze drifted to the blue sky and the puffy white clouds that floated in it. And for a moment twinkle of envy could be seen in the one squinted eye, thinking of how much easier life would be if he was a cloud too. "Where the fook did I go wrong Trix..." Note mumbled to himself with a sigh.

Lvneel | Kingsroad | Jotun Hold | 1 Days Remaining

The duo of Dax and Castor had been left behind by their temporary lord. After dropping off their haul from the Fiore, the pair needs to cover some serious ground to catch up as they are a day behind the Jotun Party.

Dax gripped tightly to the wolf's fur as the animal sprinted along the kings road, the direwolf being faster than any normal horse. "Whooooo!" Dax shouted, "Man, I am so fuckin glad I didnt kill ya, mutt! Whoooo!" He shouted with glee, not a care in the world and co.completely ignoring Castors existence as the wolf tracked down the parties whereabouts, knowing all to well the stench of the Waldons.

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Maribell

Maribell sat on a leather chair by the window, fanning herself as her gaze drifted from the overlook of the city towards her husband's aged face. Her shrill voice bouncing off the stone castle walls, making it all the more unbearable.

There, the old goat stared back blankly at the homely woman he called his wife as her lips moved at the pace of a thousand war horses. Though whether it be a blessing or a curse, Note had somewhat of a selective hearing. "I have something I must take of.." Note muttered to his wife before he slipped out of the room, leaving his famed blade Grimsever behind.

"Of course you do, m'lord.." she muttered sarcastically under her breath as she glanced around the cold dark room, her luggage piled as high as she was tall and the beautifully ornate blade that her husband had slain so many laid out on the bed. "Oooooooooh Annabell!" She chimed out, her voice like nails on a chalk board to those unfortunate enough to be within in earshot. "I need you Annabell!" She echoed once more before the meek girl came shuffling into the room, her head hung low and doing her best to avoid eye contact with the best in front if her. "There you are dear!" She mused caressing the girls round face, "Mommy is oh so tired, would you be a good girl and fetch me some sustenance before I wither away!" Maribell shouted dramatically, having a frame large enough to sustain a small village for weeks.

"Ye...yes mummy.." Annabell quickly replied before scurry back out of the room.

"Ughh.." Maribell moaned, "Why did my life turn out this way. I was supposed to be a queen!" She shouted, "But nooooo! Daddy wanted me to marry the hero of Lvneel." She went on, "Sure he was attractive and strong, but he was poor and dumb. Nilf and its lords are nothing but fools gold." She said sighing before a shadow in the doorway caught her attention. ".......Hello?"

"Hello, m'lady." An ominous voice replied back from the darkness.

Stein

"Are the preparations under way?" Malice questioned, adjusting his tie in the mirror. His room was dark and elegant, the decor reflecting his affluent position.

"Yesssssss, m'lord." The response came from the darkness behind him.

"Good. I'll leave you too it then." He said with a nod of a approval, sending the dark figure slithering away. The vassal lord flicked on a slim black suit coat adorned with white pinstripes that continued into the slacks and strolled out into the main room towards the door, picking up his top hat on his way out. His feet were fitted with mobster esque wingtip shoes and in his hand was his signature cane. Malice pinched the cane under his arm as he locked the door to his room and made his way down the dreary hallway of Montblanc Manor, the dark walls decorated with portraits of those long since dead.

"Lord Stein!" The words cut the silence like a knife, "A word if you will?" Note of Nilf said, coming up from behind the dapper lord.

"Ah why if it isn't the hero of Lvneel! Lord Dame how are you?" Malice responded with a snake like smile and greeting that seemed just as fabricated. "If I recall correctly it's been ten years since we last met? When the king was ascended to the crown."

"Cut the false pleasantries Malice." Note said bluntly, "You know why I'm here."

"Well yes, you're here for the same reason we all are, it would be treason not to be." He responded in an innocent fashion. "Now if you will excuse me, I must be on my way. It was very nice seeing you lord." The lord said with a smile, tipping his hat and twirling his cane as he turned back around to continue on his way.

"I know about Lord Wardd!" The old goat shouted out, garnering his fellow lords attention as Malice froze in his tracks, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

"Oh you do?" He mused, "Then you know how silly it seems to confront me unarmed." Malice snapped, his fingers tightening around the jewel of his cane.

"I have no intention of fighting you, Stein." He said, "I'm giving you the option to turn yourself in at the meeting or I will forcibly weed out your entire household!" The old goat shouted, releasing a taste of his kings haki. Filling the hallway with an overwhelming pressure, one strong enough to make even the bravest warrior turn tail and run.

Though he did a good job hiding it, Malice was feeling a fear that he had not felt for a long time. His fingers released the cane and he relaxed his body before turning to face the warrior behind him. "You will spare my family if I turn myself in to the king?"

"Yes." Note said with a nod.

"Hmm.." Malice pondered, "fine, if it will save my family, I will tell the king at the meeting.."

"Everything?" He question, his red eyebrow raised up.

"Yes, Note, everything." Malice said with a genuine smile and a true look of innocence in his eyes.

Content with the words he was given, Note bowed his head, his one eye never breaking it's cold glare that stayed locked onto Stein and turned back, leaving the well dressed gentleman alone in the dark, shadowed hallway.

Once he was out of earshot, Malice's happy, confident bravado melted away, leaving a red face man with a malicious look twinkling in his eyes. "Change of plans." Stein mumbled to himself, tapping the cane on the floor three times before a sickly Shadow rose out of the darkness, its tattered black rags resembling a black smoke as they separated and tore from the black tendrils emerging from the ground. "Tell her its time.." he mumbled to the creature before it sunk back into the bubbling darkness and disappeared.

Annabell

If only her mother wasn't so terrible, Annabell thought to herself as she stood in the kitchen amongst the flurry of servants scurrying about as they were preparing for the vassals meeting. "E..excuse me..." She said meekly, failing to garner the attention of those around her. "Umm... Excuse me..." She mumbled once more, though her efforts were clearly in vain as the servants just continued their duties without giving her the faintest of thoughts.

She huffed to herself and made her way over to the counter where a pile of assorted fruits sat. One by one she grabbed several different ones before moving onto the meats and cheeses that sat further down the counter. She moved down the line like it was a buffet, instinctively grabbing all of her mother's favorites as her thoughts drifted away to a magical place. She dreamt of her prince charming sweeping in and taking her away, leaving behind everyone and everything shes ever known and loved. She dreamed he would be charming and attractive, tall with dark hair and eyes bluer than the sea that trapped her on the rock known as Lvneel.

"Watch yerself, lassie!" A tiny cook shouted as he scurried passed the young girl, bumping into her as he did so, jarring Annabell back to reality.

"I'm sorry!!" She shouted back in embarrassment, doing her best to keep balanced as she stumbled into the counter. With a sigh she gathered herself and turned the out of the room and back towards where her mother waited, though as she rounded the corner, she noticed a dark shadowy figure slipping out of where she was. But before she could study the mysterious figure any further, a booming voice called out from behind, startling her.

"M'lday!" Lord Bearrington shouted with glee, "I seem to have misplaced some trash, have you seen your brothers?" He asked in jest.

"Barney!" Annabell shouted back, matching his excited tone. It had been hours since she had last seen the Terror, having stayed behind with her brothers on the kings road. "Trash..?" She said confused before realizing what he meant, "Oh!" She exclaimed, "No I have not seen my brothers since the journey."

"I see, after we got back the twins ran off with their tails tucked to lick their wounds! Bababababababa!" He boomed out laughing, "if you see those idiots, make sure they are on time tn4 yonight and not to embarrass your father." Barney said with a wave before he turned back and left the same way he came.

Annabell smiled as he walked off and disappeared around the corner. "Oh shoot!" She pouted, "I forgot to ask him about papa...oh well, not like it's the last time I'm gonna see him!" She said in a bubbly tone before making her way back to her mother's room.

The Note Boys

"I fookin hate that guy!" Paris groaned as he slugged down another flaggon of ale.

"Me too!" Sully said, echoing his brother's statement and action. "Ever since we was we lads hes been pickin on us!"

"Aye!" The Slender replied with a nod, "Hes always been da's favorite and he ain't even blood!"

"Not even fookin blood!" The Round agreed raising his horn before throwing back another gulp of ale. "One day, I'll slay em muhself." He boasted drunkenly.

"Not if I slay em first!" Paris barked back, stumbling towards his smaller, more robust brother. "There's nuffin I'd love to see more *hic* than that big dumb oafs fat head riddled with me arrows!" The young man shouted, raising his glass in a toast.

"A-..*hic* and theres nuffin I'd rather see more than his ugly hairy mug crushed under me hammer!" Sully replied, clinking the horns together before the brothers downed their last bit and headed back towards Montblanc Manor, having visited the closest tavern in Asgar to wallow in self pity at their most recent ass kicking.

Note R. Damne

"Where the fook are those boys?!" Note shouted as he placed back and forth in his room. "We are already fooking late for the dinner!"

"I'm sure they are in the way my dear." Maribell huffed as she desperately fanned herself. "The real tragedy is what this heat does to me!" She groaned, wiping the sweat off her brow.

"So help me, woman." The old goat said sharply, his one eye locked onto her. "And wheres the girl?!" He shouted.

"Alright, alright tough guy." Maribell said rolling her eyes, "Drink this and calm down." She said nudging the glass towards her irate husband. "I dont know where that little bitch went and I dont care." She huffed in annoyance.

Note stared at the glass for a moment before he relented, swigging down the liquid placing the glass on the mantle by the door. "Fook em all. Get yer shit and let's go." The old goat grunted as he opened the door and started out.

"Leaving your blade twice in one day? I'm impressed, that's the most I've seen it our entire marriage." She said sarcastically, grabbing her bag and following her husband out, though not before he grabbed Grimsever and strapped her to his waste.

As the king settled the petty squabbles between vana and jotun with a simple shout. Lord Stein casually swaggered into the room, tipping his top hat towards the lord Montblanc as he bowed. "My king." He said, before resuming his normal posture and making his way towards his seat. They were organized in the same fashion as their countries, with the king seated at the head of the table. "Is lord Note still not with us? How uncharacteristic of him." Malice mused with a snake like charm as he took his seat and tucked his napkin into his collar.

"Do not fret!" The old goat barked out, "I would not miss tonight for the world lord Stein." He said with an almost arrogant smile, as he pulled out a chair for his swine of a wife.

"Oh I dont doubt that." Malice responded with an arrogant smile of his own

Maribell plopped down and looked across the table, "Hello dear brother." She said to lord Waldon as Note took a seat of his own. "Been sometime since we have seen one another. Doing well I trust?" She asked, not because she cared but because it was expected of her.

Note glanced over at the lords Bolden and nodded before passing over lord Waldon and greeting the king and his wife directly. "My king." He said with a respectful stand and bow before returning to his seated position once more. "I apologize for my tardiness and my children's absence, they all seem to be missing at the moment."

"Do not fret my lord, there is very little a hero such as yourself could do too upset me! jajajajajajaja" The king shouted out in laughter. "Though my wife and I do grow impatient, where is lord Wardd?" He asked with his attention turned towards the empty seat as he stroked his wife's pale soft wrists, running his fingers along the fine gold that adorned them.

"Yes, I wonder where lord is? Hmm." Lord damne said, glaring at Malice with his single green eye.

"One wonders indeed, I saw the man in good health as we arrived." Malice responded smugly, drawing a confused look from the aged hero. "I'll have my boy fetch him." He said, tapping his cane once on the floor before being interrupted.

"I'll send my boy!" Note said cutting off lord Stein. He waved over Barney from the nearby guards table, "Have a look in lord Wardds quarters, eh?" And with nothing but a nod, the terror was off through the small door and out of site.

"How kind of you, my lord" Malice said with a snakelike grin and a second tap of his cane. "Now what ever shall we do while we wait for your boy to return?"

"Oh I can think of a few things, ya fook!" The old goat shouted out before stumbling back to his seat.

"Are you alright, my dear?!" Maribell shouted, bracing her husband as he landed in the wooden chair.

"Bahh!" He shouted, "Get off me woman! I'm fine!" Note shouted ripping his arm away. "I'm just tired from the ride!"

"The Kingsroad does take a certain toll on a man, especially one of your age lord Note." Malice snickered as the elderly man was showing the effects of his age. "I do dread the day when I myself grow old." He said solemnly as he hung his head shaking it, tapping his cane on the floor for a third time.

Suddenly, muffled shouting and footsteps could be heard echoing on the other side of the main door. Each passing second they grew louder and louder, until the slashed and bloodied figure of Lord Edd Wardd burst into the room. The wooden doors flying open as his body rag dolled into the room, painting it crimson as he twisted through the air. As his body thudded to the ground, the vassal lords all shot to their feet in confusion and shock.

"H....hel..p...mm...e.." lord Wardd managed to say as Lord Stein rushed to his side. Lifting his bloodied head and placing his free hand onto the mans bleeding chest.

"Edd!" Malice shouted as he clutched his dying friend, "Edd what happened?!" He shouted once more, tears flowing down his cheeks.

"I....*cough*..*cough.." He struggled to say even that much, "I was... in my..*cough*..." lord Wardd mumbled drifting in and out of consciousness as lord Stein shook him, desperately trying to keep him awake.

"No! Edd stay with me! Edd!" He shouted, "stay awake buddy, don't go to sleep!"

"L...ord...." Edd groaned, coughing blood with every breath, "... lord...da..me.." he struggled to say as he pointed a shaking bloody finger at the old goat. "...k....kill.....k...king..." He managed with his last breathe before his bloodied arm crashed to the floor.

"Noooo!" Malice wailed out on a fit of tears as he clutched the lifeless body of his fellow vassal lord up to his. All the while lord Dame stood frozen, his single eye wide and white, his body was frozen in complete shock at the events that had just transpired in front of him. "You!" Stein shouted, glaring at Note with eyes filled with tears and anger, drawing the entire room's attention towards him.

"You!" Stein shouted at Note, "You killed him!" He continued, turning to the king, who was just as shocked as the rest of the room. "My king! I had feared to tell you this, as my rumors were unconfirmed at the time.." he paused to wipe the tears from his eyes, smudging Edd's blood across his face. "But myself and the departed Lord Wardd have been investigating Note and his family for quite some time." Malice said sternly, his demeanor changing to that of a prosecution lawyer as he gently laid down the body of his dear friend and rose to his feet. Adjusting his tie with his bloodied hands, lord Stein began his opening statements, "For the passed several years lord Dame has planned a rebellion to usurp the throne for himself! He and his sons abducted lord Wardd and held him hostage until I freed him in secret and absconded him to safety!"

The king was beyond shocked, the hero of lvneel being accused of such treasonous actions?! "What say you, Lord Dame?!" The young Montblanc shouted angrily. However, both his questions and Lord Steins rant were both left unanswered as Note stood frozen, as if he was nothing more than a statue. "I said what say you, Note?!" He shouted once more, this time slamming his fists onto the table, rattling the silverware upon it.

"I...." Note stuttered, his mouth was dry and throat was tight. "I..*cough*...*cough*....*cough*..." He stuttered once more, going into a coughing fit.

"Answer me Note!!" Montblanc shouted out in rage, signalling the guards to surround the once lauded hero of Lvneel.

Maribell sat back in her seat, away from her husband as he keeled over, unable to speak over the coughing. She watched as he struggled to breath as the guards surrounded him weapons drawn and not once did she move to help him. Instead she sat, waving her fan and looking down on the once great hero of Lvneel.

*cough* *cough* *cough* Note struggled on the floor clawing at his throat. His one eyes vision blurred in and out until he saw the dark silhouettes of the guards surrounding him. Though in is his condition, the lack of oxygen to his brain caused his mind to project the enemies of battles long since passed as his body went into emergency mode. In a final effort the old goat rose to his feet and drew the legendary blade Grimsever, her beautiful silver.blade already coated in dried blood as it was pulled from the scabbard. All but damning the former hero as lord Wardds killer. "Rahhhhhh!" Note shouted as he cut through four of the guards in seconds, then another two before they could react. Note made his way to the shouting king, cutting through the guards one by one until none other than lord Stein stepped in the way.

"This is for Edd!" He shouted, drawing a blade from his cane and ramming into lord Note's skull through his one good eye before sending the old goats corpse tumbling to the floor. Then, without a moment's rest, Malice tapped his cane on the floor three times, causing a dozen sickly shadows to emerge from the bubbling darkness. "And while the traitorous Note was busy silencing lord Wardd and before he could attest to these treasonous acts! His wife was busy lacing your wine with poison to solidify their new positions as sole leader of lvneel!" Malice proclaimed before commanding the shadows to drink the cups of celebratory wine that was reserved for the kings toast. Soon after the creatures fell to the ground with seizures before drowning on their own blood and vomit.

"What..?!" Maribell shouted shocked, "But S..Stein my dear!!" She pleaded in a confused tone, it wasnt supposed to be like this she thought as Malice's attendant slit the homely woman's throat before she could say anymore.

"My king, I have already sent my shadows to deal with the rest of his household, please stay here where it is safe." Malice said sternly before leaving the room to oversee the mass genocide of Dame House.

Annibell

"I wish I could fly far away from here.." Annibell sighed as she sat out on the veranda of the castle looking out over the capital city. "I'm so tired of this boring life." She pouted, "I was born for more than this!" She started singing. "I was born for something so much greater!" Her voice carried on the wind, with the animals chiming in like an early nineties Disney movie. "If only i could get out of here!" She continued as she twirled about, dancing in the light of the setting sun as the birds chirped and the chipmunks danced.

Until an ominous wind began to blow throw the garden and across the castle. It sent a chill down her spine and sent the animals scurrying off. Annibell climbed down the side of the castle back into the garden, she could hear the faint signs of what sounded like screams. As she grew closer, a hand maiden busted through the glass doors at full speed, her blouse covered in blood and tears running down her face.

"M'lday!!" She shouted, clutching at Annibells arms, "We need to leave!! Now come on! " she continued dragging Annibell across the garden and down the hill.

"Lisa!" Annibell yelled, "Lisa! What's going on?!" She yelled once more, though her cries continued to fall on deaf ears as the hand maiden drug her through the brushes away from the chaos she was still so ignorant of. "LISA!!" She yelled angrily snatching her hand away from the girl causing her to stop running. "What is going on?!"

"We don't have time for this! We have to keep running! They are killing everyone come on!" Lisa pleaded desperately, her voice cracking in fear.

"What are you saying?? Who is trying to kill everyone?! What are you talking about?" Annibell shouted, her questions had questions for what the hand maiden had told her. The blood, the tears, the running, none of it made sense to her.

"You dont understand we have to keep moving!!" Lisa shouted before turning and running, whether the royal girl wanted to come with her at this point was her choice.

"Wait! Lisa!" She shouted as the girl disappeared into the shrubbery. "Lisa!" She shouted one more time with no response. Seconds later she heard a shrill scream piercing through the fresh night sky as the sun had finally disappeared over the horizon. Annibell wanted to shout out for the girl but fear gripped her vocal cords. She took off in the other direction and ran desperately for her life through the forest surrounding Mongblanc Manor until she couldnt run anymore. There she found a hallowed out tree and stuffed herself inside, praying to every God she had ever read about to spare her life.

As she sat there, hours went by until she heard the echoe of an ominous whistle drifting on the quiet night air. It grew closer and closer until finally she heard a knock on wood she was hidden inside of. "Well, well, well, what do we have here~"

Note Boys

"Ahh fook!" Sully moaned, "Da's gonna be pissed we missed the kings dinner."

"Ahh fook!" Paris agreed, "Ya you are right, he's gonna be pissed." He paused, "You think he sends Barney after us?"

"Ahh fook probably!" Sully muttered as the pair walked down the hallway of Montblanc Manor.

"There you two are!" Barney shouted with labored breath.

"Ah fook!!" The twins shouted out in unison.

"Run! Run you fools!!" The Terror exclaimed as he was swarmed by shadows from behind. "I'll hold them off! Go! Get the fuck out of the capital you idiots!" He screamed, throwing off the sickly creatures one by one as they punctured him with knives repeatedly all over his body. The twins stood wide eyed for a moment before turning back towards the main door and running for their lifes. They turned back with tears in their eyes to see their brother Barney hold off the horde of death that was sent for their heads. The giant of a man known as the Terror gave them one last smile before being engulfed in the darkness and disappearing into shadows beneath them.

"Barney!!" Sully stopped and yelled before Paris was able to grab him.

"We have to keep moving!" The slender shouted to his brother, doing his best to not go back for Barney as well.

"Wahhhhh!" Sully wailed as he stopped fighting his brother and took off into the surrounding forest, disappearing into the night.

Stein was more than disgruntled that Waldon managed to weasel himself into hunting down the children before he could volunteer his own men. "A fine idea, my king." The well dressed gentleman said gritting his teeth with a bow, "I myself shall attend to the cleanup of my dear friend and... the traitors." Malice stated, tapping his cane on the stone floor three times before the bodies of Edd, Note and his wife, along with his poisoned shadows all seeped away into the smokey shadows and disappeared into the darkness. "Now if you will all excuse me, I too shall be taking my leave. For I fear there has been far too much excitement for my liking." He said with a respectful bow before exiting the dining hall.

As lord Stein closed the doors behind him, he was greeted by a shadowy figures voice. "Everything went exactly as you said it would."

"Of course." Malice smirked, "But I must say, if you had not provided what you did too Maribell." He paused for a moment, "It would be our bodies on that floor right now~" The man finished with a dastardly chuckle.

"Oh, such a trivial thing." The figure replied modestly, "Think of it as a gift of good faith from my master."

"Oh?" Malice responded, his interest clearly piqued, "Be sure to give him my thanks. But now, if you will excuse me I have children to find and kill before that swine Waldon gets his fat fingers on them." He stated, the tone of hid voice shifting to a boiling anger as he spoke about the lord of Jotun. Tapping his cane three times, the lord summoned sever shadows and instructed them to find and kill anyone that comes in contact with the Note children. "Kill the boys and bring me the girl, failure will not be tolerated."

Outskirts of Montblanc Manor | Dax

"hElP tHe gIrL eScAPe." Dax snickered as he imitated Castor's facial expression and mannerisms while hoisting the red haired heiress onto the back of his direwolf. "Yeah lemme just fuckin do this while you go fuck off. Ya alright." He complained before pulling out a golden flask from his coat pocket, slugging down a good bit before putting it away once more. "Ahhhh!" He yelled, "I fuckin hate that guy." As he lapped the wolf in the hind, sending it trotting off towards the southwest, the direction of Nilf.

"C'mon out, now." Dax called out, turning over his shoulder to see several knights emerging from the bushes.

"That beast you just sent off, looked like it was carrying someone. Possibly a girl.." One said, pointing his spear towards the goldmonger, urging the rest to follow suig.

"And what of it, ya fucks?" He snarked back in response.

"We are searching for a woman, shes wanted in connection to treason against the crown!" The knight proclaimed, inching closer to Dax as he questioned him. "Now why don't you call that mutt of yours back here and we can sort it all out."

"Tch." Dax sucked his teeth, " I really ain't in the fuckin mood for this shit." He groaned, lazily lifting up his right hand and pointing at the advancing knight. "Fuckin die." And with that, the ring on his finger coiled upwards like a liquid snake until it fired off of his fingertip like a bullet. Piercing the knights forehead, "Next." Dax mumbled as he began to flick his finger through the air, controlling the gold as it ripped through the group of knights like paper before returning to its master.

"Guess I'll go see if that little fucks got my gold yet." He mumbled, swaggering back towards Montblanq Manor.

FIN