LUCETI: .three.
[Voice Post Active]
Such an infuriating...
*Albert pauses as the sound of multiple sets of footfalls echo throughout the small house.*
...Lloyd?
*the sound of splintering wood and heavy footsteps are heard.*
...So, finally I have the honor of meeting our gracious hosts. Honestly, you could have just opened the door. I suppose I am due to next experience your vaunted hospitality.
*it seems Albert has no intention of going quietly. A sound, for those familiar, like a long pole being swung through the air--Albert's lance--and a sharp edge sinking into wood with a dull 'thunk' noise, with a slight cracking/splintering sound as he pulls the weapon back.*
Hah!
*Once more the sound of an attack, followed by rapid footfalls and the sound of a blunt object hitting a human skull, and a body crumpling to the ground--the sharp clatter of the lance falling from nerveless fingers, and someone being dragged out of the room before the sound cuts off in static.*
[ooc: Yup, the king has been kidnapped. Again. He has horrible luck with this sort of thing, ne?]
Such an infuriating...
*Albert pauses as the sound of multiple sets of footfalls echo throughout the small house.*
...Lloyd?
*the sound of splintering wood and heavy footsteps are heard.*
...So, finally I have the honor of meeting our gracious hosts. Honestly, you could have just opened the door. I suppose I am due to next experience your vaunted hospitality.
*it seems Albert has no intention of going quietly. A sound, for those familiar, like a long pole being swung through the air--Albert's lance--and a sharp edge sinking into wood with a dull 'thunk' noise, with a slight cracking/splintering sound as he pulls the weapon back.*
Hah!
*Once more the sound of an attack, followed by rapid footfalls and the sound of a blunt object hitting a human skull, and a body crumpling to the ground--the sharp clatter of the lance falling from nerveless fingers, and someone being dragged out of the room before the sound cuts off in static.*
[ooc: Yup, the king has been kidnapped. Again. He has horrible luck with this sort of thing, ne?]