Leading each and every chicken out of the barn took much longer than Joy would have liked. Still, the chickens seemed compliant enough, and within ten minutes or so they were all walking around in the woods; they seemed happy to no longer be cooped up, and clucked curiously around the trees. Once she was sure they were all clear of the area, Joy got to work. Taking the torch, she crept into the depths of the barn and stopped by some of the biggest haystacks to light them up. Orange flames quickly licked up the dry straw, and Joy's pulse began to race as she realized how quickly the fires were growing; thick, stinging smoke was already climbing up to the ceiling. In the dimness of the evening, the fires cast a haunting glow from the interior. I wonder how long it'll be 'till someone sees the fires. Joy licked her lips nervously as she slipped out the back door, knowing it was too risky to go by the front. Around the rear end of the barn were several old, disused pens, and by those pens were yet more haystacks--old and molding as they were. Joy began setting fire to those, as well, just for good measure. After a couple of minutes, she began to pick up an odd burnt smell; different from the burning straw, and it seemed to be closer to her than the other fires. Yet, when she looked around for the source, she could only see the small blazes among the haystacks. Still, the smell persisted, and she was beginning to feel a heated sensation against her face-- "My beard!" she shrieked. She ripped the disguise off her face, finding the ends of the curled hairs flaming, and flung it hastily to the ground, quickly stamping it out. When the blazes had died down, she peered at it distastefully. "Well," she muttered. "That could have ended badly." "Yes," a new voice startled her. "Yes, it could." Joy whirled around to see a hooded figure standing several feet behind her. The man pulled down his hood to reveal long, flowing blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He was tall and muscular, and had a handsome face. Yet, through his attractiveness, there was something malevolent in his gaze that left Joy feeling disturbed. "Hello, gorgeous," said Greed.
Her name is Joy. Gorgeous is in Tellecarth, five miles that way. *points*
-last edited on Jun 18, 2019 8:17:06 GMT by Gnuehchcaz
Post by Gnuehchcaz on Jun 18, 2019 8:16:27 GMT
"What do you want?" Joy said as she faced her "lover".
"You know, just strolling along next to the chickens, and catching a little chicken flapping her wings." Greed said with a smooth voice.
"You saw that?!?" Said Joy as she cringed at her memory of her chicken imitation just a few minutes ago. "And don't call me a chicken!"
"Oh, I'm sorry. How about I call you.... mine." Greed said as he walked up closer to her with open arms about to grab her.
Joy looked to her left and her right. There was no way she could run in those directions and get past Greed. She looked behind her, the barn still standing high, but engulfed in tons of flames and smoke.
"Come here, Miss Joy..." Greed was about to grab her, but Joy evaded back and turned around now facing the burning barn. She took a look and said to herself, "I have no choice."
Joy dashed right back into the burning barn, putting her right arm over her nose and mouth to protect her breath. As she went into the doors, the door supports collapsed and fell in, eventually the roof caved in, and to Greed, it looked like she got caught in the flames.
But she wasn't caught in the flames. She continued to dash her way to the exit on the other side that faced Lord Fear's estate. She hopped over the burning haystacks, and dashed through collapsing shelves. As she raced to the exit, it collapsed and made a giant pile in front of her, with the flames burning nearly twice her height. Despite this, she leaped as high as she could, and somersaulted over the burning pile.
She landed on both of her feet and checked herself that she wasn't on fire. She looked back and saw a lonely Greed a burning barn away from her.
She turned forward away from the burning barn, but only to realize that a legion of Lord Fear's Men had surrounded the front of her.
"I hope the plan worked for Temptation." She said to herself.
The legion split into two halves and in the center another girl came forward. "Hello Joy. I can't wait to meet my future sister-in-law. You know, I'm quite... envious... of what you have going for you, to become my brother's wife and the new Empress of this kingdom after we take it."
"What do you want?" Joy said as she faced her "lover".
"You know, just strolling along next to the chickens, and catching a little chicken flapping her wings." Greed said with a smooth voice.
"You saw that?!?" Said Joy as she cringed at her memory of her chicken imitation just a few minutes ago. "And don't call me a chicken!"
"Oh, I'm sorry. How about I call you.... mine." Greed said as he walked up closer to her with open arms about to grab her.
*
She turned forward away from the burning barn, but only to realize that a legion of Lord Fear's Men had surrounded the front of her.
"I hope the plan worked for Temptation." She said to herself.
The legion split into two halves and in the center another girl came forward. "Hello Joy. I can't wait to meet my future sister-in-law. You know, I'm quite... envious... of what you have going for you, to become my brother's wife and the new Empress of this kingdom after we take it."
Joy warily inspected the girl standing before her. Envy stood nearly a head taller than her, looking to be several years older. Long, greasy-looking black hair that contrasted sharply against her pale skin fell in perfectly straight locks around her face down to her shoulders. Despite her sneering words, Envy's expression seemed set permanently into a dark scowl; there was nothing particularly menacing about it, it simply looked like the face of a person who was having a bad day, or had not gotten something they'd wanted. As the two girls stared at one another, Joy felt a surge of anger rising within her. Greed and Envy: these were the two people who had led the raid to capture her parents. The dismal turn of events that had turned her young life upside down--though ultimately because of Lord Fear--had taken place because of them. She gripped the hilt of her sword hanging at her side. "Ah, ah, ah," Envy crooned--though still scowling gloomily--and gestures to the many dark-cloaked troops surrounding Joy. "That's not going to end well for either one of us. Dad wants you in prime condition, and I'll get in trouble if you get hurt." Joy gritted her teeth, but resisted the urge to lash out at Envy. She felt every eye of Lord Fear's troops trained on her, ready to take her out the second she made a wrong move. "Prime condition for what?" she asked, already knowing the answer. For once, a corner of Envy's mouth turned up. "Haven't you heard? There's going to be a wedding." "And what's a wedding without a bride?" Greed's voice broke in. Joy shivered when the young man walked up to her from around the burning barn; his dark silhouette stood out tall and menacing against the bright flames. He neared her--getting a little too close to her for comfort doing so--and chuckled. "Clever, running through the fire like that and making me believe you'd been crushed. But you're not getting away from me that easily, little hen." "Take her sword," Envy ordered the men around her. "Cuff her and take her to the main hall. Father will want to find out how his future daughter-in-law got here and why."
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I wasn't ready for this level. I wonder if I get any respawns. 
