aRtPG 36

well folks its sunday once more! and you know what that means right? its time for aRtPG! and this week i was REAAAAAAAAALLY tempted to post up a joke page where our heroine outright dies before posting this page up (since it would only be a matter of moving a couple panels around and editing some text) but i felt it would be a bit mean XD

anyway, this brings our current quest to an end, so no voting this week, enjoy all the same though!

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Damn near unfazed by two fireballs to the face, the centuries old general taunted Alphiel, asking her when she planned on taking this fight seriously and attacking him head on.

In a slight panic, out heroine fle- i mean retreated, out the door she was dragged in through, running down the hall and watching the room as she tried to escape as quickly as she could. Her attentiveness to see if she'd been followed out, however, didn't exactly help when she ran head first into what she thought was a wall for the brief moment between impact and passing out.

As chance would have it she had plowed head long into Iztal, the personal pet, bodyguard, and head concubine of Spider's Hallow's deposed Matron, fresh from prying himself from the floor after being hurled from a balcony. Iztal explained that he had just recovered from the fall and was rushing in to help her kill their target when she plowed into his chest, and by the time he arrived in the main room, Varrial had vanished, no doubt retrieved by his new masters.

Iztal made a slightly backhanded compliment to our heroine about how good she is at surviving fights by running like a coward instead of dieing and taking Varrial with him, before letting out an annoyed sigh. He informed our heroine that while she was knocked out, he had seized control over the fortresses males, and that they would be ready to fight for their rightful matron when the time comes.