She ignored the beastly woman as much as she could, and tried with all her might not to bare teeth as she spouted orders.
"Do not hesitate to kill her if need be."
Isabeau was indeed stubborn and proud, arrogant at times, and being direct was never a strong suit, but she had lost all respect for the beast woman the moment she raised her sword to her. Granted, she couldn't quite blame them for being suspicious and distrusting of her. She could only imagine what Genevieve had told them. And she herself was very distrusting of others, so to hold that against the woman would have been hypocritical. But there was something about it all, something that set the woman apart from the rest, something that just didn't sit right with Izzy.
She rolled her shoulders, shaking off any thoughts of stabbing the woman right then and there and turned her attention back to Ajax.
"As for her, I had no plans for her. I just wanted her stopped. Which I think we can all say has been successful ... if I wanted her dead, I would've killed her a long time ago.", she exhaled deeply before continuing.
"I'm not sure you could crush it, even if you tried. Not down to the core at least. I'm not much of a bookworm, but I've done more studying on that stone than I would care to admit. However, I can think of someone who -may- have answers on that front. Rumors are all that I've heard, but that is where I travel next. Because whether or not I like it, I've stuck with this war for 25 years, and wish to see it concluded before it consumes us all.", her eyes lingered over to Sakaala once more. There was such conviction in her voice, her skin paled as each muscle clenched, lines etched in her forehead as her brows wrinkled and she stared at the woman with daggers shooting through her eyes.
She may have spoke about things that didn't matter to the beast. But they mattered to her. She had seen many evils in her time, but none the likes of Zargon and his band. The sheer dark power they displayed, the destruction and chaos. At one point in her life she may have been tempted by such a darkness; it was a time when her ledger overflowed with blood, some innocent, others not much so. But now, she just wanted peace ... she was beginning to think if such a think were possible, it would only be in death.
"I am not asking you to come with me, but I will need that stone. Kill me now if you wish. Let the demons come and wipe out this world. While some of you may survive, you may even kill a few, it will be of no use. Their supply is endless and their power is great. And they will continue to come as long as the breach remains open."@ArenaSnow @Belwicket @Jon Y @vietmyke @Zero Hex @The Harbinger of Ferocity
Ionathan's questions fell on deaf ears for the most part. They all seemed scared stiff. Except one, the strange fellow that had been sent to fetch them all. His voice was quieted by the rain and rabble of the rest of the group. He held no love or loyalty to his former employer, and spoke openly of the harsh treatments they had all been subject to.
He went on to describe Genevieve as a crazy old wench, sick with her own obsessions. In the early days, when she had settled in the town, there had been some who quietly left their stations. Stories were leaked that they snuck out in the middle of the night, hidden in the shadows. But some would argue that their bodies never left the cottage and were shoved in holes somewhere. The very next day, new faces popped up within the service lines. It was no wonder that their faces hadn't appeared among those who lined the streets now, soaked and scared. The man had went on to tell the stories he himself had been privy to. They were lifeless bodies, animated by the wench herself, born out of the ashes of her magic.
"I - I dunn' kno abou demons an all ... but sh-she was evil!"
@Jon Y
