While Jenessa executed in cold blood Luke, Aceline goes into the farm house. As she crossed the door, the farm hand girl (the same that Elena scouted, and that as soon began the fight run into the house) tried to attack her with a frying pan. However, her clumsy attack and shriek of fear was easily evaded by Aceline, who went under her guard and elbowed her in the gut, making the girl drop the frying pan and fall to her knees. Breathless.
Aceline looked around, and seeing no immediate danger, picked up some pieces of cloth from the kitchen, and grabbing the girl by the ear, made her stand up, forcing her hands behind her back and tying them up. Then, she pushed the farmhand girl outside to the courtyard.
The girl, seeing the beheaded body of her former patron, panics and is quick to swear that she had always, always dreamed of becoming a bandit, for absolutely sure, yes ma'am, the best bandit of them all, right now!
Aceline rolls her eyes at the farm girl, but as she pleads that they surely will need some extra hands to carry all the loot back home, she can help! really!
Vierge joins the Quinn Sisters Gang!!
Age: 18
Race: Human
Personality: Coward and an opportunist.
Appareance: Flatter than a board and a slim body, with short blonde hair and a freckled face with light blue eyes
Background: Vierge, a lowly serf in her former life, doesn't want to always be one. She wants to climb in the social lader, without much work, and when Luke's state needed a domestic maid, she thought it was her chance to get there, seduce Luke and marry into a wealthy landowning family.
Role: Incompetent Fighter (Cludgel)
Fate: Kill
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Tristan looked dumbfounded the vial he had found, and couldn't believe the power he had in his hands, remembering Arias words. Should... should he do it?
Should he?
He looked around, and pocketed the love poison. And then, he decided, if anything was to be done, he needed somebody to help think him this trhought. It was time to talk to Marco, to hear what he thinks... will he too want to be a king?
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"My miztrezz" Andaragashkat said, bowing so low, that his nose touched the floor, while Shemhazai was doing some accounting in the books of the band. Until recently, nobody had ever thought of the band having accounting books. "What shall we do? I am here but to zerve. What is the Wizh of our Lady?"
