Adventure Twisted Side Story - CRAZZZZY RAT AND HIS CAST OF

[Anastasia]

"Thank you!" she says with another smile.  You carry the bags in as you follow her. But...

The moment you try to cross the doorstop, you feel a force jar you backwards with a nasty electrical shock.  You distantly hear the bags hit the ground as your forehead

THROBS

with a painful fire.

"What? DIANE! DIANE!" you hear the woman shout.

[Carthrat]

Fucking figures, thought Carthrat as he tried to roll somewhere and stand up before the token mage could appear..

[Anastasia]

As you get up, you catch sight of another woman, this one now in front of the previous one.  

She has short, black hair and green eyes. Her face is a soft, gentle one and is complimented by the dark blue shirt and skirt she wears.  As her eyes lock with yours, she takes a step back in terror, then pushes the other woman backwards.

"MONSTER! Selena, grant me power!" she shouts as she kneels. For a moment, you feel deeply drawn to the woman...

[Carthrat]

Carthrat swears, somewhat loudly, and prepares himself for a magical onslaught, praying to whatever god might be listening that the Orichalcon vest does it's job..

[Anastasia]

"SONG OF WING AND DANCE OF LIGHT! CAST AWAY THE ACCURSED SPAWN! GREATER BANISHMENT!"

Light surrounds you...A few moments later, it fades, having no apparent effect. A 'huh?' look quickly shows on the caster's face.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat has a gun out faster than the woman can blink (and he keeps an eye on the other chick).

"Yeah, I chose to be like this, too. It's great fun, you know? I feel WONDERFUL knowing I can just go fucking insane and on a murderous rampage, with a happy fate in store for me at the end."

He spits on the ground.

"Don't even think of casting another spell. I'm a desperate man and I'll do desperate things.

And I. Don't. Want. To. Be. Like. This.

And I'm almost positive you don't want to let me roam free, hmm?

Oh, if you don't want to help me, that's ok. I'll just be on my merry way. Yeah. And unfortunately, I'm better at fighting that most of the two-bit mages that are floating around, so you can argue that I'll be around for a good long time, hmm?"

[Anastasia]

"Help...you?" the spell slinging woman mutters, still shocked. She gazes over you, muttering something that sounds like 'Aura' under her breath.

"If you drop the gun, we can perhaps talk," she says evenly. "If, on the other hand, you wish to continue to threaten me..." she says, making a waving motion at your gun.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat drops the gun back inside his cloak.

"Oh, I won't. If you can help me, I'll give you anything you want."

Carthrat says the last bit with utter conviction.

[Anastasia]

She continues to stare at you, her voice distant. You feel...offbalance as her eyes roam your body.

"You very well might...you very well might..."

She walks up to you, stopping a step away from you. She raises her hand in front of your face, fingers spread out.

"Could you close your eyes?" she asks.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat blinks, and gives the woman a flat look before reconsidering slightly.

"'slong as you don't do anything stupid," he mumbles, closing his eyes..

[Anastasia]

You close your eyes. A few seconds later, you feel a warm, metallic(?) thing on your face for the briefest of seconds. It almost burns, but not quite.  You open your eyes to see her hand back at her side. Her expression has changed to one of concern and curiosity, lacking in malice.

She nods to you. "Let us go inside, then. You must have a long story to tell," She shifts a bit and waves her hand at the doorway, the phrase 'Dispel the will' just audible.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat chuckles slightly.

"Maybe.

Carthrat Tanewaki. And you are?"

[Anastasia]

"Diane Lees. The woman you saw earlier is Rachel Lees." She walks into the house and motions for you to follow.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat walks inside the house, looking about as he does so..

[Anastasia]

The front room is a small entryway, with a rack for coats and a mat for heavy boots. It is barren, with dull stone walls. From it, you enter into a pleasant living room. Soft, mute colored chairs and couches are spread out with glass tables and flower vases. It is homey and somehow restoring after the troubles of the last few weeks. Rachel is sitting at a couch, calm now.  Diane sits next to her and looks towards a seat opposite her.

As you sit, she asks you "So, how did you get touched by...Azzuroan, is it?"