#kingdomsfallstarter

[bardxkeel]

It had been so emotional the past few hours; everyone had gathered into the square to mourn in front of the Queen’s statue.  He cried with some of them but really only a pity cry; he didn’t know the queen personally. But he was bored, so he wandered through the streets. It was like a ghost town. It was eerily and the bard didn’t like it. He kept wandering, lute strapped to his back before he came onto a person. “Oh. Hello.” He hummed before he leaned in. “Care for a song in this hard times? I find a song can cheer people up.” 

[yuhma-asami]

The darkness swirled around his heels, invisible and only a feeling, but the demon knew it was there. So much sadness and rage around him and it all made the atmosphere nothing less than perfect. People were vulnerable when tragedy struck. They searched and scrapped and clawed for meaning and purpose.

And of course, he could give that to them.

Soft words and a silver tongue gave him the new members he wanted. Turning each one into a demon, bringing each one into his fold specifically, had put him in a wonderful mood. His second was doing well enough leading in his absence, but going into Avalon was necessary, especially now. Dark eyes searched for his next victim, or rather, next comrade, his body easily slipping into what he had once been, an elf there like others to mourn. Seating himself beside the one he had chosen, he turned. “Has a date for the funeral been set?” he asked.