The Selian Family
From the beginning, I assume.
Albany thought to herself, as she made her way towards the map table in the midst of the Stronghold. The place was nothing fancy. Nothing more than stone walls, sewer water and a few wooden bunks that were really harsh on the back. To the Selian family, however, this puke-worthy, underground shithole was home.
It took her a while to realise she'd been lost in her own daydreams. A few blinks and Ariadne's voice were enough to force her back into the reality of the situation. After decades of being inactive, cowering beneath the Summoner's town, the three purple and grey clad figures were actually going to do it. They were going to make their mark on the world, as their ancestors had done before them. As if Ariadne could read Albi's thoughts, the woman spoke, "We're back."
Words were hard to come by for the three of them, it seemed, as they stood silently, three pairs of grey eyes raking over the three-dimensional map of Gielinor that was laid out before them. The dripping of the leaky pipes and hole-riddled ceilings had never seemed so loud, so -... obnoxious.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
It was Cedric Selian that spoke up next. The man's face was concealed by an iron faceplate. "Where do we begin?" Silence took over. The trio were more overwhelmed than anything. Where would they begin? It had all been so easy. All those years of sitting on solid, wooden bunks.
With a voice hoarse from what must have been nerves, Albany spoke.
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I am bad and that's good, I will never be good and that's not bad, there's no one I'd rather be than me.
11-Aug-2016 21:47:07 - Last edited on 12-Aug-2016 00:37:12 by CrocoNuts