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91908 No. 91908 ID: faeba9

I am Elina, a princess, the second daughter of a great king, I was never really good at the court stuff, instead I chose a path of magic, and blades. I favour a suit of plate armour over court gowns (though as things go, I’m regarded as quite beautiful) and a sword over embroidery.

I stand aboard The Fortress that Moves, citadel of Astynax, the Formless Lord. Ahead is the control chamber, where I can already here the sound of a duel, my love, Senevre the Commoner is duelling the dark princes even as I arrive... I charge forward, smashing through the doors of the throne room...

And see my love collapse, Astyanax’s blade stuck through his heart. I try to scream no, it comes out as just scream. I cross the chamber distance without knowing how, and my blade leaps in, smashing the evil king back. “Princess.” His voice is smooth, his next blow is a parry, almost beaten aside by the fury of my strike “You’re a little late.”

“I’ll kill you!” I’m crying but I can just about see “Go to hell!” My blade swings in again, smashing his to one side and I bring my sword up to cut him in too... and then I see his eyes. They’re terrible and golden and they go on forever and I’m falling... and it feels oh so good.
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No. 91913 ID: faeba9

And then I wake up elsewhere. I’m standing in a stone room, but it’s not the Fortress that Moves. It looks like the inside of a church or something. There’s some kind of writing burned into the floor and a dead monk sprawled by the altar at the end with a throwing knife stuck in his face.

It’s chilly... I’m... eek! I’m not wearing my armor... instead I’m wearing some skimpy outfit of metal and leather which shows off way more than it covers. I’m carrying a sword of um... gleaming black iron that glows with red runes. Oh and I’m wearing black thigh boots with armor on them.

It’s night outside, what should I do?
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No. 91924 ID: 51d0f5

Find a mirror. Do you look older?
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No. 92141 ID: faeba9

>>91924

I find the church font, that's got enough water for a reflection. I look somewhat older, though not that much.

I also have tatoos now...
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No. 92257 ID: 51d0f5

Freak out about losing months or years of time.

What tattoos?
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No. 92445 ID: faeba9

>>92257

I jerk back from the font, blinking, realizing I look at least a year or two older than I was. The tattoos are similar to ones I've seen on various minions of the formless lord, though mine seem designed to enhance my beauty. Talking of that, looking at myself in the mirror shows I'm awfully well styled compared to what I was, I seem to be wearing make up.

There's a sound behind me, the church doors are opening. A woman's voice sounds "Sister? Are you finished?"
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