So, here's my storyy! It took me forever because there's a ton of lore and stuff. If you have any questions about the lore, lemme know! Josiah rifled through the cabinets and drawers feverishly, his breathing quickening with each second. He ripped open another drawer and there it was, sitting on top of a bed of odd trinkets. He could've sobbed with relief. But before he could celebrate, there was the sound of heavy footfalls outside his door. Too little, too late. A loud knock rang through the bunker. "Mr. Frazier, show yourself. We come in the name of the king to confiscate certain illegal items from your possession," a voice boomed. "The king can feed himself to a troll for all I care!" Josiah snarled back. "Insubordination will only worsen your case, Mr Frazier. I suggest you hold your tongue." "And, respectfully, I reject your suggestion, captain." "Then I shall not be responsible if you find yourself under a harsher sentence." Seconds later, the door burst open, the ancient lock unable to resist the soldier's efforts to enter the bunker. A handful of the king's men streamed in, weapons glinting at the ready. "Hand over the document peacefully, Mr. Frazier, and no harm shall come to you. Resist, and I can make no promises. What is your decision?" Josiah shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. "Well, I didn't want to do this, fellows, but you give me no choice." "Do what?!" The captain of the guard demanded. Josiah gave no reply, his eyes suddenly going from a soft hazel to flaming orange. "Exsurge flamma." A hissing, infernal voiced filled and shook the room. The young man's body glided toward the ceiling, as if pulled by invisible cords tied to a living marionette. "What in Deus's good name is this witchcraft?!"a soldier cried. Suddenly, the table beside then caught fire, the dry wood going up like kindling and setting the wall beside it alight. "GET OUT!" the captain roared, attempting to direct his men back to safety. They stumbled out, coughing and gagging from the smoke, then turning back to watch what was left of the structure burn to the ground. Nothing remained but a heap of blackened ash and the lifeless form of a man amongst the rubble. "Proceed with caution, men!" The group of soldiers advanced on the body, moving as if they expected it to jump up again. "Please, allow me the pleasure," a icy, dreamlike voice requested. The regiment all spun around, weapons raised in warning. A tall, severe-looking woman glided towards them. She was dressed in an oddly extravagant blue gown bejeweled with small gems that glittered like melting snowflakes. Her complexion seemed impossibly pale save for a frostbitten blush along her cheeks. Her cascading white-blonde hair whipped this way and that as if caught up in a wild gale. She clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "Not a very warm welcome, is it?" One of the archers reached for his quiver but found himself incased in ice from the shoulders down before he could even grasp the arrow. "Now, now. We'll have none of that. I'm here to assist you at the moment, as it so happens." The captain narrowed his eyes, staring down the witch. "What sort of aid?" "They really aren't very bright, are they?" She said to herself tiredly. "I'll take care of your little mage problem and make sure he doesn't give you anymore trouble. Then, tou can take him and do as you please with him. No questions asked." The captain narrowed his eyes at Josiah, who was now starting to come to again. The captain nodded. "Very well, just leave him alive." She cast him a vexed glance before striding up next to Josiah as he tried to scramble away from her. His hands started to glow with a hellish light as he rallied what little was left of his mana. She summoned a little ice ball around each of his wrists, freezing them to the ground, extinguishing the dwindling flame. "Another move like that, wizard, and I'll freeze your heart solid," the witch hissed, a cruel grin spreading across her pallid face. Josiah knew he was outmatched; he let himself slump back against the ground. "Good." She turned to the soldier again. "Anyone other objections?" Not one dared speak or move a muscle. "Then, you may have him. He won't be giving you any trouble." The captain gestured two soldiers to seize the prisoner when none stepped forward. The men each took an arm and they dragged him off towards the castle. The witch stood a minute longer to watch with a twisted sense of satisfaction before fading into nothingness.
Writing by Calla Tolliver! No stealll E 10+ I'd say just for general intense action and a lil violence.
