Rune_Alchemist

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Location:
Village
@crimson Paladin@VitaVitaAR

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“Lady Aleksiya, Sir Argus, its been a pleasure.” Giles bowed as the two vampires would leave, leaving him alone with his thoughts as he took a seat. What a tiring day. When was the last time he slept? He was certain it had been awhile, and he likely wasn’t going to get too much either in the coming hours.

A soft sigh, a hand held to his temple.

The members of the Ithica society had been correct after all, then.

Perhaps he should pen a letter to them, but how would they receive it and who would deliver?

He glanced towards a shelf where an innocuous mirror was laying.

Village
@Pyromania99@Click This

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“I ain’t wearin’ no maid dress!” Julene rebuffed angrily. “I’d almost rather wear a hells-dammned habit.” A statement likely that would likely amuse the vampire nun. “Tch, but I don’t have much of a choice, do I?” The blacksmith mulled over the offer, glancing towards the village and the people moving about in the dim lantern light. She could only let her pride get to her so much. If she turned them down, then what about everyone she grew up with? The people here?

“...Fine. Tch. I guess it’d be better to learn as much as I can about vampires and Ichor too. Julene responded, reaching a hand out and taking Giselle’s hand. Teach me whatever, but I’ll be the worst damn maid you’ve ever had, promise.” She then turned towards Akyasha, still with a sigh. “And you - damn it you…make no sense to me and I don’t fancy the idea of worshiping any demon god but whatever. I’ll learn as much as I can from you too.

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A VERY VERMIN DAY TO YOU

A quiet writing of a pen upon old parchment.

Howls of beasts in the darkness.

And then quiet.

An unsettling, disconcerting quiet that signaled danger. The chittering of rats walking from the darkness - no - it was better to say their black fur was the darkness. It moved and shifted with them, a living wall of vermin, eager to snatch, feast, fester and claw whatever they could get their diseased fangs on.

“Ah, little Lottie! A very nice evening? Day? Oh dear myself, this darkness still confuses me. However do you mortals tell what time of day it is?”

“Ah, dearest little Est, what can I do for you? Its been quite some time since you visited little old me, ehehe.”

“Mhm? Can’t two old friends see each other? After all, if not for you I would still be rotting in the corpse of that hideous monster, ahaha.”

“I also told you I want nothing else to do with you.”

A long bit of silence followed as Charlotte closed her journal.

“Also, calling me a mortal is the funniest joke I’ve heard in a very, very long time.”

“Ah, all you little ants look the same to me you know? I can’t help it any more. That said…” Est walked up to Charlotte, cozying up next to the witch who seemed completely unperturbed. “Come on little lottie, don’t give me the cold shoulder. You wound my rotten little heart.”

“My shoulder is quite warm…but I understand the metaphor.” Charlotte sighed, placing the book upon the desk. Her normal, unsteady, slightly manic look was replaced by a cool, calculating gaze. “What do you want, you failed god?”

“Now that’s the look of the woman I fell in love with, eheh.” A slow, toothy grin spread across Ests mouth. “I am here…to make a deal! A deal between a witch and a proper god mind you. It involves…those tears you’ve been searching for.”

“...I’m listening, rat.”

Halls of the Old World

“Are you certain…Rikard?”

“Quite. In summary, I ran into three of them myself. On our way to retrieve the Heart we found the corpse of a great serpent already viciously slain. On our way out we too, were being eavesdropped on by them as well. No doubt they are wary of us.”
“Rhea?”

“...I didn’t see any, but their stench was all over the place. I went back to investigate, and I had half a mind to hunt them down myself but when I drew close to the cathedral…that gods damned Ichors power still lingers there. I can not get near it now.”

“I see...so the wheel of fate is moving and time is starting to ever so slightly crawl forward once more. Ah, and the object of our hunt? It slipped away again as well?”

“Unfortunately. Est is proving to be quite…difficult to corner.”

“Unsurprising, considering what she is. The power to travel between the fractured remnants of this broken world…”

“We almost had her once, we will again. Perhaps we could find allies in the unlikeliest of places if we play our cards right…”

“...I’d rather kill them and filet their brains.”

“And that, dear Rhea, is why Rikard does the talking and you do the killing. Dismissed, I’ll talk this over with the others and see what they have to say about all of this.”

A lonely little Thrall

They were gone.

And she was alone again.

Fra walked quietly down the hallways of the chapel, the sounds of beasts outside the only company she had now. She had questioned herself why she had been left behind, a miserable, failure of a thrall like her that couldn't even die properly when their creator did. A fluke? Initially she had convinced herself Ichor had some grand plan for her.

She reached the chapel, gazing up at the statue, an unreadable expression.

A pause.

She should get some food ready for their return. Perhaps some cake, or some raw meat? Beast meat wasn't very appetizing but she could at least make it presentable with her meager skills.

A small smile, as she hurried off out of the cathedral.

A small prayer offered towards the Goddess.

~The Rebirth, End~

And so the god of Silverlight would fall
That was the desire, the plan, the gift.
The false Sun, The Egg of Disaster, the wayward stars, the heavens were to be felled. Oros’ Cycle ended permanently.
That was the gift of Ichor to her children
A new age dawned. One of Blood and Night where the dead could exist without recourse
I have seen such an age, and that is why i ask you, undead
To give thyself, they hate, they rage and they life
And the world shall be made anew where we can live as we desire.
- Bible of Ichor, Chapter 3 verse 1

Shadow Contract: A Demon-Slaying Action RP

Kaeru & Nyoko
@LuckyBlackCat@RolePlayerRoxas

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Nyoko responded by giving Akira's hand a light zap of electricity, an annoyed meow being leveled towards her as she'd wriggle her paw free from the grip. As she'd pull back, the cat would do so perhaps with a bit too much force and with a startled yelp, she'd find herself rolling right off the keyboard and right onto Emi's lap, laying on her back, belly fully exposed and paws up in the air as she'd tilt her head.

"Aha, hey now Nyoko no destroying company property that we can't get away with." Kaeru giggled. The Raiju huffed, rolling over and hopping out of Emi's lap and onto the ground. An electrical fwoomp noise followed before she'd reappear right in Kaeru's arms. "Ah-hey, what feeling left out? Really Emi how could you be so mean as to ignore this. Nyoko's heart broken." He'd say, bringing the Raiju up to the side of his face, pressing Nyoko's cheek against his and giving his coworker a pout. "Guess that means all the more pets and fluffing to myself, eheh~"

Kaeru wasn't looking, but Nyoko just for a few seconds, stuck her feline tongue out at Emi as her fuzzy cheek was nuzzled.

"So, what do you guys do for fun after a mission anyways?" He'd end up asking Akira and Emi both. "Surely the reports can wait yeah?"

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

Location
Havershel Estate

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@Click This@AzureKnight

“The lady of the house asked to see you?” Livia frowned. “If Madam Havershel asked to meet with you…then may I ask why you did not?” The noblewoman frowned, brusquely clicking her tongue in mild annoyance. “She might have valuable information or might have something she needs to tell us in private. I’ll go visit her myself, then while Polina you-”

A scream from just outside the doors of the exhibition hall.

The doors were flung open, swinging off their hinges as a mass of black tar and lava barreled through the room, crushing several noblemen in its path and staining the floor with burned, sanguine red color as the Living Furnace only stopped as it slammed into the far wall of the exhibition hall.

A quick look over to the lord could only be one of horror. Without saying a word to the maids or Livia, he bolted out of the room just as a flood of other creatures stormed in. They looked almost like bipedal salamanders, toothless maw dripping lava with hollow eyes. Smooth scales covered their body, while stubby tails dragged on the floor behind them from their unusually long bodies that hunched over.

“Polina, Lucrecia.” Livia did not miss a beat, calmly stepping forward as the Nobles fled from the room. “After Havershel. I’ll deal with things here. Drag him back here in pieces if you have to.”

They’d need to get through the bipedal salamander-like creatures first, though.

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@VitaVitaAR@Pyromania99

“That's right. You’re smarter than you look.” He’d respond as he’d start walking, heading down the hallway towards the far end. “It's where my dad keeps all his good stuff. Everything magical or things he gets that might be a little odd or that he thinks are too valuable to display.”

“Oh yeah? Does he keep records and stuff there too?” Lyssa queried.

“Mnngh, I think? I saw a book and some papers there. Looked like…a lot of numbers and names and an address?” He shook his head. “A-anyways! What’s it matter to a maid, huh?”

“Ehehe, maybe I’m just a curious little imp?”

“So…what do you three want with the collection anyways? If dad finds out you’ve been in there he’ll be super mad. He’ll do more than fire you…” As the group reached the end of the stairs, they’d find themselves on the first floor of the annex. At the far end of the hallway, a woman with blond hair could be seen lavishly dressed, walking slowly down a hallway at the other end before disappearing down what seemed to be a stairwell. A servant seemed to be with her, a somewhat timid looking maid that was constantly looking over her shoulder.

The bottom of the maids dress was splashed with a crimson color.

“...M-mom?!” The kid frowned, proceeding to run off after the woman.

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Location:
Llobrokor Mountains
@Pyromania99@VitaVitaAR

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Cecil snorted into her drink again, coughing and setting the mug down as Fio made her reply.

“Ahaha, well, of course in this hypothetical situation,” Cecil cleaned the remnants of the drink off her mouth with her sleeves as she’d glance over towards Fio. “That person would be a total fool not to accept such a kind and magnanimous offer.”

“Eh? You’ll help?”

“What can I say, this beautiful maiden here has convinced me with her quick wit and wise words.” She’d grin at Fio. “So, consider me hired. Free of charge! That’s what good folk such as myself do, after all. For Queen and the kingdom and all that. Besides…come to think of it, I have something you all may be interested in. The location of some ne'er do wells and some troublemakers here in the mountains. Bandits, if you will.”

“Oh, you mean those funny little humans that kept poking me with those sticks?”

“Gunnrun, you’re too naive for your own good sometimes…” Cecil shook her head. “Consider it a favor since I’m sure you’ll wanna clean those fellas up you righteous and courageous sort.”

“Well with that outta the way I can show ya where that things nest is! Or at least…where I ran into it last….” Gunnrun frowned, nervously rubbing her wrist. “...uhm…actually…c-can I stay here?”

“She’s terrified of that thing.” Cecil leaned over to Luna and quietly nudged her.

Location
Harzel Plains
@Crimson Paladin@BrokenPromise

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The beast gnashed and crushed, its claws cutting and ripping through the brambles and branches Luana had put between itself and its prey. It cared not for the cuts and bruises upon its body, indeed, it seemed as though the bloodshed only made the creature more into a fervor as it grew closer and closer to the Druid.

She could hear a solid thunk from above and could only see a little of what was happening with Ethelred.

“Sir Ethelred!”

The creature's long, spiked tail slammed into Ethelred as he charged at the beast from behind, sending the frozen knight flying from his steed and his horse several feet away. The ice knights lance managed to pierce just the tip of the the drakes neck, but not deep enough to cause any real damage.

Lonan moved next just as its tail was busy whacking Ethelred and its claws and teeth were gnashing at the druid, his blade, coated in clear water slicing through the creatures legs-

“Mngh!”

The beast leaped away from the three, its breath even, but slowed and a bit forced.

Blood poured from a large wound on its front shoulder, numerous branches were lodged in its flesh too, small bits of blood pouring from it.

And then wordlessly, the beast leaped, rolled into a sphere again, and rolled away through the forest.

“I think its toying with us or its going to try and pick us off one by one.” Lonan growled. “As wounded as it is it doesn’t seem like they even bother it. If anything it seems like its enjoying it…”

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Memories and paths

The tunnel had given way from natural rock to brick. There was no doubt now, this was man made. A place that hadn’t seen visitors in ages aside from the small animals. Even then, there was no signs of rodents, small animals or even insects in these hallways.

“Another one.” Reinhardt frowned lightly, the lantern revealing a skeletal corpse, the old, rusted armor on it rusted with age. He looked up, a cool breeze slowly blowing past as Sorcha motioned for him to put out the lantern. A finger was held to her lips, indicating silence as they moved forward.

A light, and beyond, as he stepped out into the cool, mountain air.

“....your majesty…this is…!”

“I thought I said to be quiet.”

The crest on Reinhardt’s chest burned, a loud, malefic roar echoed through the area.

“Is that…”

“The reason I brought you here and the source of these dragons.”

“I’ll refrain from asking how you knew all this, but if this is true then-”

“Yes. You are one of the only people who can take care of this problem. Now we need to go before that thing finds us and kills us both.”

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

much later then I said but there we go, a small thing.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Sarvok

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Spying? Did she find a troublemaker? Svarok frowned, a bit of anger welling up in her chest as she'd reach for the stone in her pockets...then stopped. Well, wouldn't this be a good time to try out this new holy bolt thing? The goblin likely could take it...probably. She wasn't super sure but if he had the audacity to 'spy' on people, then he should easily be able to handle this.

"I said, STOP." She'd shout, digging her feet into the ground and stopping just long enough to wind back her arm, and giving the Holy Bolt ability a go, lobbing the bolt towards the goblin much like one might throw a baseball. Hopefully it'd be fine. Mostly. She didn't really care if he was or not. She'd get something out of it either way.

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Skills and equipment

Current Stats:
Level: 1 | Form: Orc Runt | Tier: 2

Current Skills:
Ingestion - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.
Holy Bolt - Rank I - A basic elemental bolt of holy magic. Hurl or shoot a magical projectile roughly 30 feet in a straight line. It travels at roughly the same speed you could physically propel a small rock. If the target is undead, aligned with the Curse element, or a member of a True Demon species, it will take increased damage. This spell cannot harm Holy aligned creatures of a higher level than the caster.
Empty Skill Slot
Empty Skill Slot

Equipment and Inventory:
Swaddling Pelts - Equip, Clothes - Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.
Wooden Stick - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A wooden stick. From a tree. That's...that's all there is to it. Can be thrown.
Sharp Rock - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.
Hornweeds - 3
Rotleaf Seedpod - 1

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Location:
Village
@crimson Paladin@VitaVitaAR

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“Awh! Hey what the hell was that for you stupid kid!” Kordelia screeched upon having the back of her head assaulted by Aleksiya. “I’ll feed you to my puppies!”

“I see. I had my suspicions, but I thank you for trusting me with that information.” Gilles replied, glancing over to Aleksiya and Kordelia and ignoring the latters outburst. “Your wariness is understandable, madam Aleksiya but I assure you the secret is safe with me. We can find out how to handle everyone else much easier if we’re working together on the matter…but that will be something we can deal with later once everyone is properly safe.”

“Heheh, don’t you worry. Now that I’m here, you humans got nothing to worry about. I won’t let anyone spill any of your delicious blood.”

“...reassuring.” Giles turned his attention back to Argus. “If there’s nothing else, I would like to go ahead and get everyone moving. The sooner we get moving the easier it will be to convince everyone to move.”

Village
@Pyromania99@Click This

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“Get off.” Julene gave Akyasha a rough shove as she finished her spiel. “If you think I’m gonna prostrate myself in front of a ‘god’ or whatever the hell she is you’ve got more than a few screws loose, redhead.” She snarled, though she noticeably didn’t move or do anything to the Lily Akyasha had given her.

But really, what could she do?

She could become their servant, sure. She’d get inhuman power and also the ability to help everyone else in the village. But at what cost? Her freedom? She hated the thought. The reason she even did what she did now is because she wanted to be free from this dreary dark world. Could she give that up?

“And how long is ‘years of loyal service?’ A decade? A century? What if I decide I want out after a year?” A brusque reply as she’d eye Giselle’s hand warily. Silence stretched for a few long seconds as Julene went over everything in her head repeatedly.

“Sorry, I can’t do it. I don’t think I can keep a good head about myself bowing my head to you a lot as some meat puppet.” She inhaled a bit sharply. “I don't know much about vampires...just old legends and what my old man and mom used to tell me. They had undying, loyal servants that couldn't even think or do anything without their lords permission. I'll pass on that, but...but why don’t you just make me into what you are. A proper vampire?”

Magus Reaver: Scions of Sorcery

Haaselle
@Hammerman@AzureKnight@Silverstein

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Someone was coordinating them? Well, wouldn't that be rather humorous. Perhaps they were just wanting to open a silk farm? Or maybe they were more akin to livestock? It was a silly idea, but it seemed everyone else agreed that someone was controlling the spiders. All she could really think about was...who cares? It seemed though, they would quickly be proven correct. The yellow clad girl hummed as the malfested started spewing insults at them claiming something about a family, the knives harmlessly deflected with both her tentacles and her telekinesis harmlessly flicking them aside.

She perhaps, felt a little bad now. How sad. How tragic, whoever this poor, poor fool was as a monstrous, ethereal spider formed out of the miasma and promptly assaulted them, Haaselle herself being knocked back several feet by the spectral spider.

"Tsk tsk, and you're sending your family to their deaths." Despite the seriousness of the situation, Haaselle only airily giggled as she'd get back to her feet, a toothy smile visible under her hood. "You must not value your family...what a bad parent, very bad. Don't hate us if they end up on my dinner plate then." That spider thing likely wouldn't be easy for her to deal with. She could get in a few good punches with her telekinesis, but mostly her abilities were entirely physical and she doubted illusions would work too well on it.

She turned swiftly towards Roze and the malfested fae, raising one of her hands and flicking a finger towards the creature, a solid telekinetic blast aimed towards knocking him away from Roze and giving her an opening to bonk finish him off.

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Location:
Llobrokor Mountains
@Pyromania99@VitaVitaAR

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“Sorry if I drink any more my girlfriend will kill me so thanks I’ll be going-” Before she could wriggle herself out of Luna’s grip, though, Fio posed much the same question, a quiet glare from the small girl turning Cecil’s attempts at rebuttal and escaping into a quiet whimper. “I-I mean is it really that odd? Everyone’s heard of that lady and her super talented and skilled court mage that can kill an entire group of bandits with just a flick of her wrist.”

That incredibly specific example aside she’d sit herself back down at the bar with a sigh.

“You sure you don’t wanna help, Cecil?” Gunnrun asked. “You know these mountains better than most of us do, ya know?”

“I’m a hunter, but I don’t fancy hunting something that can nibble on a giant hand, thanks.”

Location
Harzel Plains
@Crimson Paladin@BrokenPromise

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"You have my thanks, Luana." Lonan swiftly pivoted to face the beast, sword in hand as Ethelred and Luana intercepted the beast, mere seconds having past before Lonan’s head would have promptly been made into a souvenir for the dragon to take home. The branches Luana had cut down fell to the ground, creating a barrier between the drake and the Harzel knight - but the dragons momentum and strength were only slowed by the fledgling saplings so much.

“Weak.” Its claws sliced through the branches, a flurry of talons shredding them into twigs. “Druid you…are weak. You can not stop-” The last branch would start slowly coiling around its neck, doing as Luana had assumed, immediately going to shred it only for its cursed claws to catch on the wood just long enough for Ethelreds charge to slam into the distracted creature.

The frozen lance bored a hole right into the creature's shoulder, ripping right through its flesh and scales.

“Gahaha…nnnngh, how gloriiooous.” Unfazed, the drake ripped the lance out of its own flesh as it’d tear itself away from both the branches and the group. Despite the severe wound, its movements didn’t seem any slower as it’d leap towards one of the trees, using them as a springboard to move swiftly before landing right next to Luana, the beasts fangs bearing down on her.

It seemed she could slow it down, if she focused. Whatever curse its claws carried seemed to be in direct opposition of her druidic abilities.

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Memories and paths

“Watch your step-”

“Hup-”

“You sure that’s not all fat instead of muscle?”

“You can let go now, your highness.”

“We’re almost there.” Sorcha released Reinhardt from the impromptu hug, the ledge he had been standing on having crumbled into the long valley below, nearly taking him with it. “Got the lantern?”

Reinhardt nodded, wasting no time in pulling it from their supplies.

“If memory serves…ah, here.” Turning into a small alcove hewn into the side of the mountain, the pair were met with what was ostensibly a man made hole in the side of it. A weathered carving on its right side seemed to depict a sword of some kind. “...I believe this was an old escape tunnel for civilians.”

Reinhardt lit the lantern, following behind Sorcha as they walked into the cavern. The walls were definitely man made, tool marks clearly evident on the walls.

“Your highness….I don’t mean to pry, but you’ve led us up a remote mountain. The valley looked like it at one point might have been an old road, or something definitely man made. Now this…escape tunnel…you’re not leading us to-”

“Reinhardt, quiet. ”

“Your majesty you’ll forgive me-”

Reinhardt was cut off as the entire mountain shook, from outside they could hear a loud, echoing bellow of some beast.

“...keep your voice down. It knows we’re here but doesn’t know where.”

Reinhardts chest burned. The old crest upon his flesh feeling warm as his heart beat loudly in his ears.

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

Location
Havershel Estate

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@Click This@AzureKnight

“Hmm…not a bad idea, Lucrecia.” Livia responded quietly so as no one would overhear. “But I doubt it’d be that easy. He’s quite suspicious of all three of us as you can likely assume. Do you think you could do it, Polina? You likely have the best chance of the three of us to pull it off.” Livia sipped quietly on a glass of wine, eyes scanning the crowd.

Curiously, some servants were starting to file into the room in greater numbers now despite the lack of any more nobles or nobility attending yet.

“I don’t suppose you saw where our friends from the church went, Lucrecia?” A couple of the nobles attending seemed to be having an argument about something. Lord Havershel seemed to be speaking to a group too, briefly discussing what seemed to be an old piece of clockwork, apparently from an ancient automaton or something that was dredged up from the ocean.

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@VitaVitaAR@Pyromania99

“Eh? I dunno. Only thing i know about demons is how to break their bones.” Lyssa responded with a much too cheery grin for the implied violence.

“D-demons? Its…a demon crest?” The young boy frowned, before pointing a finger at Katheine. “Tch, yeah right! What would you stupid maids know! I bet you’re just playing a dumb prank on me! H-huh!?” Lyssa, completely unfazed by the kids outburst, proceeded to grab him under the arms and lift him.

“Eh, he looks like a cute little puppy like this. Hey, you think I can keep him?”

“H-hey I’m not a pet!” He didn’t try escaping Lyssa’s grasp though.

“So kiddie, where’s your dads private collection?”

“E-eh? Why would I tell you all…?”

“...Beccaaaause I’m mega cute and I’ll do something fun with you if you do?”

The boy seriously looked to be considering this offer before realizing that he was likely just being messed with.

“H-hey what do you take me for! I guess I could…b-but don’t tell dad! We’ll all get in trouble!” He managed to wiggle himself out of Lyssa’s arms, landing on the ground with a wobble and patting down his coat. “C-come on, this way.”