MachiavellianMaiden

    "If I can't hear any of it, maybe it won't affect me."    She said as she smiled and covered her ears tightly, gently staring at the team of armor-clad gunmen before her.    Elise was well aware of the effects of artifacts such as these, but to let anyone out of this ancient vault with an item of such power would be suicide on a global scale.    The man in charge, unnamed and dressed well, was shouting furiously at her, clearly upset she had activated the object without warning. He waved a pistol around, shouting at her, seemingly threatening her death at his hands. Elise was steadfast in her efforts to remain deaf, as she knew his i

    It is early in the day, the hustle and bustle in the center of town is at its peak. Merchants yelling loudly to sell their merchandise at anyone that barely gives them a glance, harassing any foreigners passing through with overpriced trinkets, etc. Sacks of spices fill the air with a myriad of intense aromas, and bottles of sweet wines glisten under the sun's rays. Phecda stands with the rest of the able men and women willing to risk their life for a little bit more coin, and while she blends with the public, a man seems to walk straight towards her.    Before Phecda stands a tall man with long silvery hair that once might've been a gl