Vanguard - Chapter 2

Welcome to the second chapter of the fantasy RP: Vanguard. If you want to join this RP, please ask in the comments and you will need most of our approvals to RP in here. Also, you need to have an OC (Original Character) submitted to this wiki or DeviantArt and must share it with us so we know who we are RPing with. The key of the RP that we use: Here are our current Role-players and their OCs:
 * Normal writing is the dialogue between the characters.
 * Italic writing is a special writing type used for any type of long distance communication or a change in voice.
 * Bold and italic writing are the actions that characters do.
 * Writing in between the *asterisk* means that the character is talking in their heads.
 * Thecryingwolf3553 - Prince Torrhen
 * TheSuperiorOne - Fayette Agnes Claville
 * Infamoussnakegang - Stefan
 * PyroHunter16 - Isaiah
 * Ghostaree - Thomas

Read the first chapter here.

And so begins the second chapter. Enjoy.

On The Way to Aldeon, 27th of Roseborn
'Isaiah and Fayette are well on their way to Aldeon, before they reach a bridge going across a stream. Before they can pass, an orc with a large club made of what appears to be skulls steps in their way from underneath the bridge.'

Orc: Hello, travelers.

Isaiah: We mean you no harm, Orc. Let us pass peacefully, and there won't be any trouble.

Orc: I'll let you pass peacefully, for a fee. He holds his club in both hands in an intimidating fashion

Isaiah: Leave us be, Orc. Isaiah summons his armor through a magic circle

Orc: Just hand over a sack of gold coins, and you can be on your way.

Isaiah: Why do you want our money? There's no need for you to be taking a passing-by civilian's hard-earned currency if you have no necessity for it.

Orc: I use the coin to buy myself food and large amounts of supplies to keep myself alive and prosperous. What else could I do with the coinage? Lock it in a chest and have it stored on a lost island where you must obtain a treasure map and navigate the map to acquire it? No, I'm not a pirate.

Isaiah: Just let us pass, Orc. This is your final warning.

Orc: For the proper amount of coinage, you may pass.

Isaiah: So be it... He unsheathes his knife and throws it at the orc as a distraction Fay, we're fighting our way through!

Fayette: Gotcha. 'She runs at the Orc and notices its marked shield and armor. 'He must be special or something. 'The Orc swings its giant club at her and she moves out of the way in time as it hits the ground. She jumps in the air and flips so that it looks like a backflip and punches the Orc in the back of the neck with her right fist. She lands and the Orc turns around to smile at her. She smiles back and unsheathes her sword. 'Your turn Isaiah...

'Isaiah charges in, summoning his greatsword and igniting the blade. The Orc, while distracted by Fayette, doesn't notice Isaiah, so he manages to impale his blade in the Orc's torso, summoning his knife again and impaling that in the Orc's knee.'

Orc: AHH, HUMAN SCUM!!! The Orc swings his club around to try and hit Isaiah, but the latter held onto his greatsword so he remains behind the Orc

Fayette: Good shot. 'A magic circle appears in Fay's palm and she dashes at the Orc distracted by Isaiah. She sheathes her sword as she's changed her mind and the magic circle slides down her palm forming a giant metal hammer and she spins around gathering momentum, and hits the Orc's other leg with so much force it made it fall down hard. '

Orc: AGH! 'The Orc swings his other leg at Fayette and before she can react it hits her into a tree and she falls to the ground in pain. The giant metal hammer dissipates in thin air and she staggers to get up. The Orc starts to get up.'

Isaiah: Stay down!' Isaiah slices downwards with his sword, using fire magic to propel himself down. The slice bisects the lower half of the Orc, causing him to bleed profusely and yell out in agony before Isaiah slashes upwards and releases a crescent-shaped slash of fire into the air to fully bifurcate the Orc. After throwing away his weapons into their magic circles and dusting off his hands, he sighs.' We should check his hiding place for treasure or anything useful. Weapons may not be worth carrying. But any coins and raw materials that last, we should take. He goes down to wear the Orc was hiding to check for anything useful

Fayette: I found some potions on him. Orcs aren't good with magic so who could've given it to him? 'She inspects the 6 bottles that were in the Orcs pack. Interesting... She utters a magic spell and puts the 6 potions in her pack. '

'They finish looting the orc and salvage a couple things and keep going their way and crosses the bridge. Fayette looks among the woods and sees lots of beautiful animals'

Fayette: They're so cute... She kneels down and pets a animal passing by then it keeps going on its way.

Creston, 28th of Roseborn
Stefan arrived on horseback, and was greeted with the sight of what happened, eyeless corpses everywhere, the destruction, it was until an eyeless man tried to hit him with a piece of wood, he hit him and they exchanged hits, but when the eyeless man was knocked down by Stefan, he just cried, his eyes may have been covered by makeshift bandages, but the cries, they were haunting.

Eyeless man: Bandit or Demon, Please! Kill me, just kill me... He repeated as he curled up

Stefan: I am sorry my elder, I thought you to be a threat. What demon ravaged this village?

Eyeless man: No demon. Just a man, our Prince! A monster, slaughtering a village, just for his damned mother!

Stefan: You are mistaken...

Eyeless: Don't you tell me it was a mistake boy! My village, my people, my family was glad to welcome the bastard, but with out status he judges us, condemns us, take our eyes! And for what!? Because we didn't celebrate the birth of our Queen, fuck our Queen! What future King will we have to live under? What suffering do we have to endure?

Stefan feels his mind touched and a bit persuaded, he needed to teach Torrhen a lesson, maybe a beating, not kill, he got the man up and let Gulima be his guide to a village he passed.

Stefan: Before you leave, may I ask, your name?

Eyeless man: I care not of what you call me traveller...but in your case, you may call me Strider.... When he walked off it looked like he disappeared, Stefan felt sorry, but he had horse tracks to find, and a Prince to beat.

Iron Masters Forge, Aldeon
Stefan had arrived, getting off of his horse and waited, fists clenched, as he saw the black and white horses that were at stables with the royal crest on them.

Stefan: *Royalty hath no fury like a Watchman's scorn...*

'Inside the shop was Torrhen and his men. He waited impatiently for the blacksmith to come down to meet him.'

Thomas rushed downstairs to meet the customers, but his enthusiastic smile turned grim when he saw the King's son waiting at the gallery.

Thomas: What are you doing here?

Torrhen: A frustrated look I am in need of a blacksmith to sharpen our blades. A total of seven swords, six spears and thirteen daggers. You've been hired before to supply the Crown, I don't see that this will be a problem for you.

Thomas: And who are you going to stab with these blades your Grace? Thomas's gaze was intense.

Torrhen: Surprised The next person who disappoints me.

Thomas: I'll arrange for your blades to be sharpened, but mind your step, someone had his guts splattered all over the floor not too long ago His gaze was still focused on Torrhen.

Torrhen pulls out his sword in an aggressive sort of way, as if initiating a fight.

Torrhen: This is rare steel, it has dulled but is still sharp enough to kill someone. Be careful with it, don't want to add to the stains. He hands over the sword blade-first, inches away from Thomas's body. Think you can work with it? That steel is worth more than you.

Thomas: I'm sure that the finest smith in Aldeon is more valuable than this... he examined it decorative piece... You take me for a fool your Grace?

Torrhen: I take you for a man who can't hold his tongue. Men that can't keep their tongues to themselves don't deserve to keep it. So do not test me, a blacksmith doesn't need a tongue to work metal.

The Dread Guard step closer.

Thomas didn't take it lightly, but he knew the Prince is a man of his word.

Thomas: Where's the blades, your Grace?

Torrhen: Good. 'The men pull their weapons out and give them to Thomas. Torrhen gets a bag of gold and tosses it to Thomas.' I'm sure that will cover it. I'll be back later to collect those weapons. He exits with his men.

'Thomas pumped his fists against the table in frustration as Torrhen and his men left the gallery. '

Stefan: Prince Torrhen! You dishonorable bastard!

They saw a man in armor leaning against a tree, a strange crossbow proped on it as well

'In anger, Torrhen looked to his Dread Guard, who were defenseless without their weapons. He turned back to the man with frustration.'

Torrhen: No one speaks to me like that! I can have your head on a spike!

Stefan: Wow, so original, your father said that you were on a bad path. But this requires a beating. He said as he was walking toward Torrhen leaving the Crossbow.

Torrhen: My father sent you? Who the hell are you? Unless you have proof you are here on the King's orders, I won't hesitate to kill you.

He showed the seal on the letter and it was in a slight Show-offy manner, like it's a sign that he's not afraid of him.

'Torrhen looked at one of his Guards in worry. The guard snatched the letter out of his hand and examined it.'

Dread Guard: It's the Blackwood Seal, unbroken. He opens it and reads it. It's true my Prince... His Grace has sent this man to protect you and set you in line. He is not to be harmed.

Torrhen: I don't care. Kill him.

Dread Guard: No. As citizens of Aldeon we must obey our King.

Torrhen: I am your Lord. The Dread Guard follow me to death and beyond.

Dread Guard: The Dread Guard follow the Lord of Blackwood. You are acting Lord Regent. Your father is our Lord.

Torrhen: He gave you to me. And you are denying my power. That is desertion of your Lord, and that is punishable by death by your own hand.

Another Guard: My Lord, it is true. As much as I hate to disobey your orders, I must advise you to spare this man. You don't want your father to strip you of power...

Torrhen: Uhg, FINE! Someone go order the blacksmith to construct some Dread Guard armour for him.

Dread Guard: Actually my Lord, he isn't joining us. He's just here to protect you, and not take the oaths.

Torrhen: What? *My father will PAY for this.* Okay, fine. What is your name...man?

Stefan: My name is Stefan Arc your Grace, and I will have to beat a lesson into you.

Torrhen: If you touch me I'll take parts off you.

Stefan: I must set you straight for what you did at that village, but I will have a condition of this battle.

Torrhen: Which village? I've already dealt with thousands of traitors all over Aldeon.

Stefan: Creston, now this battle, you may use whatever weapon you please, but it has to start now and it has to be you who fights. If you be victorious, you may kill me, but if I'm victorious, you will have to listen.

Torrhen: Listen, if you're angry about the eyes, I've taken teeth, nails, tongues and scalps from these traitors. You can go pick the eyes from the dirt, I have plenty more trophies from them. But if you want a fight so badly... Sword! 'A Dread Guard goes back into the blacksmith. After a couple seconds he returns with a new steel sword and gives it to Torrhen who examines the metal.' Dull, strong, sharp, it'll do for now. He spins the sword in his hand ready to fight.

Back to Fayette and Isaiah
'As they arrive to a populated area, there is tons of commotion in a certain area, where there are horses and seems to be guards surrounding something. Fayette gets interested but Isaiah keeps going and looking around. She walks normally to try to see what is going on and to her surprise are two people battling.'

Fayette: They're quite skilled. 'She stands in attention and takes a look at one of the participants faces. She seems to be confused but looks away as if she was remembering something. Her face then becomes a smirk and she looks at the man battling. She walks towards the commotion and several guards turn and block her way.'

Fayette: Move out of the way, if you please.

Dread Guard: No. Our Lord shall not be seeing anyone at this moment. He is busy.

Fayette: If you don't!- 'She cuts herself off and sighs as she looks around, then pulls out a necklace. She flips the necklace to show a crest; a crest of her family, the Clavilles.'

The Dread Guard is surprised and takes a look back at Torrhen then back at Fayette.

Dread Guard: I-Is it really you, Princess?

Fayette: Indeed it is. Now move out of the way! I haven't seen this lad in a while. She smirks and walks toward the Dread Guards.

Dread Guard: As you wish.

'He steps aside and they let her pass. Everyone is watching the fight. Torrhen is moving very fast, slashing Stefan with his sword and dealing small but swift cuts on certain weak points on his body. He shows off a lot, spinning his sword and body, laughing and shouting with each drop of blood drawn.'

Stefan pants with each drop, but then chuckles as he sees an opening, he blinds Torrhen with some of his blood, and goes up behind Torrhen and performs something akin to a suplex throw.

Stefan: What's wrong prince? Pants Can't keep up with a Watchman? As he sees Torrhen getting up he push kicks him.

Torrhen screams in anger and jumps to his feet, and at blinding speed dashes behind Stefan, cuts his calves from behind in one swipe causing him to kneel over, he then cut his back and then pressed the blade against Stefan's neck.

Torrhen: Stay. Down.

'He focuses 90% of his strength into a gut punch, making Torrhen kneel, dropping his sword, and he used his remaining strength to pin him down as he used what was left of healing potions for his calves. As he stomped on his chest asserting his dominance.'

Stefan: You feel that? That's fear. He said as he was only putting enough pressure to make him stop and know, that the entire fight before this was child's play.

'Torrhen screams loudly, then suddenly three of the Dread Guard grab Stefan from behind. Torrhen gets up in pain and picks up his sword in one hand, holding his wounds with the other hand. He slowly walks to the struggling Stefan.'

Torrhen: I don't fear you. I don't fear anything! You cannot beat me. You have no power here. I am a Prince you're the son of a foreign whore! He has a lot of pain and anger in his voice. You're a fucking maggot and you'll die squirming like one! He uses both hands to hold the sword to Stefan's gut and slowly begins pushing it in, as blood slowly leaks out onto the sword.

Fayette walks in slowly watching Torrhen push the sword inside of Stefan, then grabs the sword and pulls it out of Stefan and looks at Stefan with a smile.

Fayette: You've lost the battle Torrhen, just stop now. A warrior has to accept defeat.

Torrhen looks at her.

Torrhen: I haven't lost, I'm not being held by guards, they're the extention of my power. And there's more for you unless you tell me who you are.

Fayette: In a semi-sarcastic tone Aww... You don't remember who I am Prince Torrhen? 'She pulls out her necklace once more with her left hand and shows him. 'I'm Princess Fayette Claville, from the Atwood Kingdom. We used to play swordfights together, remember?

His facial expression changes to happy yet respectful.

Torrhen: Fay? That's you? I'm terribly sorry about this, I didn't expect a guest like this so close to my mother's first day. What brings you to Aldeon? The guards release Stefan. Someone bring our Princess some wine. One guard goes to buy some.

Fayette: 'She smiles and wipes the blood from the sword off of her hand. 'Very nice to see you too. And ah, situations with my family was very serious so I kind of just... left. Trying to start a new life. Urm, kinda... 'She takes a look at Isaiah, looking around the town in interest. 'Why were you and this knight dueling? The guard comes with wine and she grabs it, slightly nods to him and takes a few sips.

Torrhen: Just family business. Father wishes for him to accompany me on my travels.

Speaking of the same knight they see him still bowing.

Stefan: Permission to speak, stand and fully clarify my purpose here Princess Claville? Gulima appears on his shoulder and he growls Now what took you so sodding long? Gulima just chimed and he just sighed, waiting for Fayette's answer.

Fayette: No need to be so formal. You have all permissions. Start with your name.

Stefan: My name is Stefan Arc, this wisp is Gulima, I am a sellsword from Fortress Odinson, my mother sent me on this mission to be hired by Prince Torrhen's father. Shows Royal seal Yes, he told me to protect him, but to also set him on the right path, he slaughtered a village yesterday and one has survived, a witness, he took their eyes, and I'm here giving him punishment for it.

Torrhen: A Sellsword...is this the best my father can do? Of course he's not a Knight, he'll never be one.

Stefan: And I never intend to be one, a Watchman has more freedom, The Turtle Knight is the example of a Watchman.

Torrhen: Whatever. Anyway, I give my blessings from the Gods to the King and Queen of Atwood. But who is that man who came with you?

Fayette: His name is Isaiah and he calls himself the prophet of God. Quite ridiculous since there clearly is no God, but I go with it. He's a a great magician and fighter. He can also cook. He's great on my team.

Torrhen: Which God would that be? And no Gods? There is none but three, the Lords of the Land, Sea and Sky realms. If you want to keep that tongue attached I wouldn't recommend preaching your Atwoodian views around here in Aldeon.

Fayette: Oh. Well I'll keep it to myself then. 'She slightly bows, then takes a sip of her wine. She looks around then mutters 'Where has this homme fou went? She turns back to Torrhen I must find Isaiah so I can introduce you to him.

Isaiah: Say what you will about your beliefs. I stand by my Lord with what faith I have. Isaiah approaches the group from out of the woods, wearing his armor and holding his knife My views are not from Atwood, but they are what my parents raised upon. You... Isaiah stares at Torrhen with slight contempt in his eyes Hm... You are a prince, I see. A powerful one, if you have your own personal guard following you around constantly. Hm...

Torrhen: Smiles And I see a man not bowing in the presence of royalty. Punishment for that is...

Dread Guard: Kneecaps my Lord?

Torrhen: Ah yes! Kneecaps! He smiles creepily at Isaiah.

Isaiah: *Arrogant prince, I see... damn bastard...* He drops to his knees and lowers his head, his mask and hood hiding his contempt

Torrhen: Laughs Good! Everyone learns to kneel eventually. Smart man you got here Fay.

Fayette: She makes eye contact with Torrhen and inspects his eyes, while not saying anything Yea, sure. *He's much more arrogant and full of pride from when we were little...* I think it's starting to get dark out. Shall we stay someplace here? Me and Isaiah will leave in the morning.

Isaiah: I'd prefer to leave as soon as possible. Isaiah gets back up and dusts himself off. Oh, pardon me. I got up without asking. *Not like it matters.*

Torrhen: It's fine. I think there's a fine inn around here. I'll pay. I shouldn't let you leave without a rest, though. And the night here is dangerous, you never know which of these beggars will pull a knife on you for a copper coin.

Fayette: A knife? On me? Ha, I'd love for some action to spring forth in the middle of the night. It would be exhilarating. But I do need my rest. Let's go Isaiah, we can sleep in the same bed, in case I have to keep you safe. She says that in a mocking tone and chuckles to herself and lightly punches Isaiah

Isaiah: If anything, you're the one who needs protecting. I'd prefer to sleep by myself, so you have the bad to yourself. He shrugs off her joke and switches back into his normal clothing with his hooded coat and scarf instead of the jacket. Hm, weather is slightly chilly...

Fayette: Me? I can definitely hold my own! 'She throws a pebble at Isaiah and laughs, looking back at Torrhen. 'You coming or what?

Torrhen: You are in the hotter region of Aldeon. The North is a lot colder haha. My men will collect their weapons from the smith then I'll visit the tavern. They'll guard us. And for you, Stefan, you can pay for your own room. I'm sure the King filled your pockets with more gold than you've ever seen.

Stefan nodded as he walked to the same place Fayette and Isaiah were staying at, eventually he caught up with them.

Stefan: So Princess Claville, are you sure that disguise is good? Not in concealing, that is obvious it can, it just brings, a kind of attention.

Fayette: I don't think it brings too much attention, plus it's suited for me. Lightweight, but I have durable metal infused with this so that it still protects me. If I have to I'll enhance my durability with lightning magic for a brief moment. What kind of attention do you think it brings? She genuinely is puzzled by what Stefan is saying.

Stefan: Um, leering, it is highly distracting, I have to be honest, are they--- Gulima rang warningly Hard! The metals are they hard!? He seemed nervous.

Fayette: Of course they are! I ned protection in my battles. Are you okay? She looks at him confusingly

Stefan: May I get something off my chest? *And they called my mother Big Boobed Mer, by whatever God is real, this disguise would make her someone's slave! But still interesting design...*

Fayette: Of course, say it? 'She finally arrives to the inn and Isaiah enters. Fayette stays behind to look at Stefan attentively '

Stefan: Your disguise accents your breasts and arse. Gulima face palmed herself when hearing that

Fayette: It does? Well alright. That's all you needed to say? You're a very peculiar man, haha. Have a goodnight Stefan. She looks down at herself and shrugs

Isaiah: Fayette, we have our room. If you're ready, then let us get some rest. Isaiah spun the keys to their room around his finger while he waited for her to answer.

Fayette: Alright I'm coming. She enters and walks inside to see a comfortable looking bed and she begins to undress and get in bed.

'Isaiah goes into the restroom in their room, replacing his tunic, coat, and scarf with a white shirt before rearranging the couch to work as a makeshift bed. Before going to sleep, he closes and locks the door, then lies down on the couch and closes his eyes.'

The Next Morning
Torrhen and the rest were awake and in the tavern sitting at a table drinking and eating their first meals.

Torrhen: So what's the deal with you two? What brings you to Aldeon? Is it the drinks, the landscapes?...the girls? He chuckles.

Fayette: You already asked that yesterday. She takes a bit of her omelette I left because family troubles, and Aldeon was the only option to go at the time. But when I first met Isaiah, he was searching... Searching for an artifact that belonged to a deceased king. It has strange dark magic and we are going to be on our way to search for it.

Torrhen: Are you talking about King Galenos the Mean's crown? From the song? Haha, the crown that was said to turn naughty children into goats? You know it's fake right? A little story we Aldeonan's tell to stop the children practicing dark magic. King Galenos was just some king who buried himself in some great tomb somewhere North. There was no crown, no curse infecting the physiology of children, either. His son King Damianos lived a healthy life as a human, and so did his descendants all the way to Queen Lysandra the Flame, who got herself blown up with her own spell, contrary to the actual song. No goats, no magic.

Fayette: You have no exact proof that it doesn't exist. We're going to find it either way. There has been strange things happening to the East. So we shall see. She eventually finishes her breakfast, and goes into her inn to change

'Isaiah sat by the entrance to the town, by the fields. He stared at the sky in silence as the wind rustled his hair. As he sat alone, he could hear the rustling of plants, the prancing of wild animals, all the sounds of nature. He got up and dusted himself off before going to harvest some of the remaining crops and to kill some game to cook himself something to eat. An hour passed and he had all he need to make himself a meal, so he set to making it right away. In the end, he sat back down where he was prior to moving, eating his meal in satisfaction and silence.'

Isaiah: *I thank the Lord for providing me with the food that I have cooked. I pray that I am steadily supplied with more ingredients along my travels, and that I have good fortune in finding and destroying this accursed artifact...*

Stefan saw him and decided to talk.

Stefan: Ever heard of us Watchmen?

Isaiah: Why do you ask? Isaiah continued to eat, not really in the mood to talk.

Stefan: If you did, I was gonna ask if you know what's in store for our future.

Isaiah: I am the prophet of God, indeed. But I do not see into the future. Oracles exist to tell what happens in one's future.

Stefan: How about a prophecy?

Isaiah: I have no prophecy, nor can I read the future. God gave me gifts in physical traits and with magical prowess, but not with reading the future. If you want to know about your future, visit an oracle or talk to a fortune teller, though I don't recommend the latter. Don't ask me about your future, I know nothing about it. Isaiah finished his meal, then sighed Perhaps "Prophet" is misleading...

Stefan: Okay then tell me of the artifact.

Isaiah: It's a crown that belonged to a king who practiced dark magic long ago. It was accidentally imbued with dark magic, possessing its owner and turning him into a tyrant. A group of brave warriors rose up to defeat the tyrant and rid of the crown. It's been lost to the depths of time. I have chosen to find the crown and destroy it to make sure its power is not used for evil ever again. Why follow that prince? He's... dangerously cruel, removing an entire village's eyes because they didn't know any better...

Stefan: I must better him, show him humility, beating if necessary.

Isaiah: I wish you good luck on your quest. Tis indeed a loft goal you have in mind, but I wish you the best of luck. You'll need it.

Stefan: Well a big chance we might join yours, the prince seems...“fixated" on the princess.

Isaiah: Fixation? You must be sorely mistaken. Someone like him has no need to be attracted to anyone unless it serves his motives. If, for some reason the prince decides to join my quest, then we'll have to join forces.

Stefan: Looks like we may.

'He walks back to the Tavern, getting his own breakfast, scrags of Ox mixed into an omelette. He turned to Torrhen.'

Stefan: So, what have you been up to?

Torrhen: Check this sword out. 'He says, ignoring what Stefan said. He then pulls out his sword, one leg on his chair. His sword is a lot sharper now and looks pretty expensive, especially the gemstone in the hilt. He holds the blade in the air, an unusual act in the peaceful tavern.' How did this fine sword become mine, you ask? The steel alloy is very rare, father had it forged from damascus, and this stone would cost you an arm and a leg, I had it brought in from the mountains of Wolf's End. The men who fetched it nearly lost their lives in the cold. Thanks to the blacksmith it is very sharp now, it doesn't dull easily if handled well... 'He swings it at an empty chair, cutting the top clean off without knocking the chair over. He laughs in amazement though some people gasped from the sudden noise.' This is fine work! I wonder if that smith does enchantments.

Stefan: Check this crossbow out. He showed it and shot a bolt, breaking the chair that didn't have a top It uses potions and is made of a light and hard metal found only on Fortress Odinson.

Torrhen: Crossbows take far too long to load, and they're a coward's weapon. The only time I'd need an archer is when there's three hundred, and they are rallied behind me to fire at my enemies.

Stefan: I can fire fifteen shots without having to reload.

'Fayette comes back in her armor and the pack on her back. She puts her hair in a pony tail, but with some hair down the sides of her face. She stretches and looks at the guys admiring their weapons'

Fayette: Uhh, you boys ready to go? Or you still need time to fawn over your weapons?

Stefan: Oh um ready Princess Claville.

Torrhen: Go? Go where?

Fayette: Well, we're leaving to go find this artifact, whatever it may be. Do you want to come help us look? Like I said you don't know if it exists or not.

Stefan: I'm going, I heard it can turn people into goats, so me and the Prince wish to see the legitimacy of the artifact. He spoke up for Torrhen

Torrhen: Hey, don't answer for me, cunt. Or I'll cut...something. Anyway this seems like a waste of time. Why would I want to find an object that can turn naughty children into rams?

Stefan: Maybe it wont be the only thing we'll find...