Dian's Perspective
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A noble should never be subjugated to such treatment. I am the family head of house Cecht dammit! My weaponry forged from the finest mithril, and my clothing custom made from an owl bear I personally killed with my bear hands at the age of 75. Leave it to some dirt covered lizard to give me advice on who not to kill. This whole situation is unacceptable.
They have the audacity to put me in a cell? Oh they will rue the day. Whatever family thought they could do this to me will suffer. Salted fields, poisoned wells, burnt home. Scorched. Earth.
The lizard has surprising taken this all in stride. He hasn't said a word since our initial encounter. I saw a Catfolk cursing up a storm at the end of the hall. I'm glad we have a little more decorum. "Lizard, speak your name." I commanded. He looked at me with an intense gaze, as if I told him I had just murdered his firstborn.
"Too... Loud."
"What?"
"You are being too loud. Silence."
Did he just... DID HE JUST TELL ME TO SHUT UP? You just put yourself on my ever expanding shit list, lizard. I'll be quiet for now. Only because I too enjoy the silence, but he's on thin fucking ice.
"Please! I don't care if your with the revolution, I need to make sure my queen is safe!" I hear from an adjacent cell. What's this one on about a revolution? And a queen? Feylarun has had a high council for over 200 years. This one must be crazy...
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Yoona's Perspective
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I'm glad these people let me carry my savior to our new room. I didn't know the outside was so hospitable! They even said we get free meals! I thought they were going to take master from me, but when they opened him they said something about an 'artbook' and let me hold on to him. These rooms are kind of dark, and they remind me of the cave back home... No, Yoona needs to stop thinking about that place.
He seemed upset when we first met. Momma always made me feel better by snuggling my face into her chest, so I decide to do the same with my savior. He looks like those 4 armed tree snakes we have... No, Yoona stop thinking about there. Those weird fan things they have on their neck were fun to play with. I wander if his are fun to play with too... No, the tree snakes didn't like it so he might not like it either.
He stirred for a moment before leaning back up. "Hee hee. You're finally awake." I say. He jumped up like a startled cat, and slammed his back against the opening to our room. He then started attempting to get one of our host's attention. "Hey, hey, listen! Help me! Please, I don't care if your with the revolution, I need to make sure my queen is safe! And please get me out of this cell!" I didn't like how my savior was trying to avoid me. "Did Yoona do something wrong." I say to him. I feel like I'm on the brink of tears again. He only looked at me for a moment before he pounded on the bars more.
"Yoona's s-s-sorry!" Oh no the tears are coming out again... I crawl into one of the corners facing my back to him. I shouldn't let my savior see me cry.
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Julia's Perspective
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Gods... Why did you make me a Blood Seer? None of the disadvantages of Vampirism, but none of the fun stuff. I don't burn in daylight but I can't turn into a bat or charm people just by looking at them. I still get the damn cravings for blood, but I get something no other vampire has; the prophetic sight from the blood. Like a lucid dream mixed with a bad trip as I see into the past, present, and future of the person who's blood I've consumed. The prophecy more vivid and precise with more blood.
My days are so routine. Wake up, dress, breakfast, morning appointments, lunch, afternoon appointments, Zackaria trying to invite me to dinner, declining Zackaria, offering Zackaria a prophecy so he leaves me alone, dinner, evening relaxation, sleep, repeat.
Today something interesting happened.
I was enjoying my breakfast in my office when I heard a noise from my bedroom. I figured it was my cat, Calypso, the cute little scamp. I had to make sure she wasn't tearing up the curtains again.
I don't know if I was more upset at the fact two strange women showed up in my bedroom, that I dropped my favorite tea cup. Damn, I saw this coming too. Zackaria's last prophecy. Don't fucking tell me he did it today. I told him tomorrow. I bet he was too busy starring at my chest again to actually listen, the old perv.
The two looked like they were about to get into combat stances when I raised a hand to stop them. "Excuse me." They looked confused. "Raise your hand if you were in the middle of some sort of battle when suddenly appeared here with no recollection of how it happened." The avian raised her claws high while the Demonkin raised hers out of crossed arms. "Alright. Come with me and you'll have everything explained to you. I hope you're okay with having blood drawn."
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Zackaria's Perspective
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Eight Tresspassing reports... Eight! Either I botched the summoning or a bunch of thieves are having a very bad day. A few guards, with the help of Garam, finally got me down to the dungeon. I've barely recovered from the mana drain but I need to see the hero. First one I saw was a blue and green frillnecked Lizardfolk. I liked his sense of fashion, he's dressed like me. He was yelling something about a revolution and a queen. A good sign he might be the hero. The guards told me he came with a Gnoll. Next to them was a very intimidating elf woman and another Lizardfolk, this one white as snow. I had all four pulled from their cells.
Next were the other four down the hall. Two Catfolk, one being wounded, as well as a human and Dragonkin. Just on presence alone the Dragonkin seemed like the spitting image of a "Hero." I had them all pulled out as well. "Alright everyone I'm sure you're confused, but everything will be explained." I stop for a moment to whisper to Garam. "Go and inform your aunt that she's going to be expecting a lot of impromptu visitors." I turn back to the crowd.
"I hope you all like physical evaluations."