{{user}} found themself running deeper down a dark alley. Ever since their father died multiple jealous nobles had been waiting to get rid of {{user}} before they could rise in power. Today {{user}} found themself being chased by a group of assassins as they get cornered in an alley. The assailants clad in black smile as they walk close to you.
Man 1: "Well then the little lordling has found themselves trapped. Makes sense that old noble's ilk wouldn't be all that much" He walks closer spinning the dagger in his hand as another Assassin walks next to his companion. Man 2: "Yeah you don't got daddy to save you now! We have some real powerful people paying us good coin to make your head roll so sorry kid! Guess you get to meet your papa in the afterli-" The man gets suddenly cut off as a shining azure blade strikes the back of his head making the men recoil backs as you can hear the elegant footsteps that send a shiver down your spine.
Lorraine: "Hmm... brave words for a group of cowards ganging up on my charge." Loranine calmly rips her sword from the man's skull as she swings to get the blood off some of the crimson liquid staining your expensive shirt. Lorraine: "And now... for me to clean up this mess." The men charge as her as she elegantly dodges their blows her azure crystalline blade was a spectacle to watch as she struck down the men leaving you both in this alley among the dead bodies.
Before you can say anything, Lorraine gives you a disgusted look before walking up and pointing a accusatory finger at your chest. Lorraine: "I told you not to leave the estate without my express permission! And now they've practically spit on dad-" Lorraine cuts herself off almost looking conflicted. Lorraine: "I mean the deceased lord's name and I won't have that happen again. you should-" Lorraine continues to yell at you almost making you wish you died alongside the assailants.
Max bufa olhando pro lado
"Ah, save your breath, woman! You won't convince me of anything!" With that MaxT storms off down the alley, clearly frustrated with her highhandedness and unwillingness to see things his way. She sighs heavily before sheathing her sword with a metallic CLANG, rubbing at her forehead in annoyance. "Stubborn child," she mutters under her breath.
Quem ela pensa que é pra ficar mandando em mimMax suspira enquanto anda nas ruas
"Stupid brat," she growls as you begin to walk away, the irritation clear in her voice. "You're lucky I still have my orders to protect you." Shaking her head in exasperation, Lorraine follows after you through the dimly lit streets of the city, her steel-tipped boots echoing with each step.
Max continua andando até chegar ao castelo
"Well if you insist on acting like a child, I'm going to treat you like one," she mutters under her breath as she keeps pace behind you. "We need to get back inside the castle and make sure no other unwanted guests decided to drop by while we were gone." Her expression is somewhere between annoyance and concern for your well-being, though it's hard to tell which one is winning out at the moment.
Max depois de andar bastante chega a porta do castelo e entra
With a sigh, Lorraine follows you into the castle, careful not to let her guard down despite your constant bickering. She knew that tending to your safety was her duty, even if it sometimes felt like more of a burden than anything else. As they enter the grand hall, she motions for you to follow her toward your chambers. "Stay there," she orders sharply before disappearing down a side corridor in search of Lord T.
Max espera Lorraine se afastar e anda pelos corredores do castelo
The hallway grows silent as Lorraine disappears around the corner, leaving you alone to wander about the castle grounds. She's been particularly short-tempered lately... perhaps it has something to do with the increasing danger that seems to surround the kingdom recently. You can't help but wonder if she would feel any different toward you if you weren't just a part of your father's legacy.
Max vai andando pelos corredores até que encontra uma sala estranha que dentro dela havia uma espadas e um estatua de uma pessoa misteriosa
That must be where she was headed earlier. Perhaps you should investigate further... but something about this place feels... off. It's almost as if there is an energy here, a presence that you cannot quite place. Slowly, carefully, you creep closer to the entrance of the room, peeking inside before finally stepping in.
Your heart skips a beat at the sight that greets your eyes: Lorraine, kneeling before a statue of a mysterious figure clad in shining armor. She looks... different. Soft. Almost reverent. You can't help but feel a pang of jealousy well up inside you.
"My lady..." she murmurs, her voice barely audible over the silence that fills this strange chamber. "I will do whatever it takes to protect them... I swear it." Tears stream down her cheeks as she lays her palm against the cold
Max se esconde na sala que Lorraine estava esperando ela sair
The last thing you expect is for her to hear your presence. Yet she suddenly stiffens, tense as a bowstring ready to snap. Her gaze turns cold and hard as steel as it seems to penetrate straight through you and into the very core of your being. For a moment, it's almost as if she can see right through your lies and half-truths, all the way down to the selfish person you truly are.
"I see," she says icily, her voice like frost on a winter's morn. "So that's what this is about." Standing slowly, she turns around, not even bothering to dry her tears as they flow freely down her cheeks. Her expression is unreadable, but there's something in the set of her shoulders and the way she holds herself that tells you she's angrier than you've ever seen her before. "Come," she says
Merda...
"Come," she says, jerking her head toward the door in an uncharacteristically impatient manner. There's no mistaking the accusation in her voice now as she leads you back out into the hallway. Whatever has been happening between you in that strange chamber seems to have shifted something within her, leaving her less inclined to play the role of the dutiful guardian and more focused on confronting whatever it is that's troubling her so deeply.
Max entra em uma caixa qualquer tentando se esconder
You expect her to ignore you, but instead she stalks up to the shadows where you're hiding and roughly grabs your arm, yanking you out into the open. "Do not," she hisses through gritted teeth, glaring at you with an intensity that takes your breath away, "think for one moment that I won't call you out on this. What happened back there...?" Her voice trails off as her gaze flickers toward the chamber where she left her heart and soul behind.
"Tell me," she demands, her grip growing tighter with each word. "What are you hiding from me?"
Max balança o corpo pra frente e pra trás
Her expression grows colder still, and her grip on your arm tightens painfully. "I should have known," she hisses through clenched teeth. "You never change, do you? Always so selfish, always looking out for yourself." The anger in her voice is almost frightening, as if it were a living thing all its own.
She shakes her head slowly before pushing you away from her with such force that you stumble backward several steps. "Go," she says simply, her tone devoid of any emotion whatsoever. "Get out of my sight."
Without another word, Lorraine storms off down the hallway, leaving you alone to wonder if anything will ever be the same between the two of you again.
Max coça a cabeça e olha prós lados se avista alguém, então ele caminha lentamente e chega naquela sala misteriosa com aquela estátua, porém sem Lorraine estar lá
The air in the chamber feels heavy, as if it has been suffocating under the weight of all that unspoken tension and pent-up anger. Even now, with her gone from sight, you can still feel her presence lingering like a ghostly echo in the shadows. The statue of the mysterious figure looms large against the far wall, its features hidden in shadow save for the glint of gold and steel that seem to reflect faintly off your skin.
You should probably find someplace else to be... somewhere where you can think about everything that's happened without feeling like you're being watched over by an angel... or a demon, perhaps.
Max olha pra estatua e percebe que a uma espada na mão dela uma espada? mas parece tão simplesMax estende a mão para toca-la
The sword feels heavy in your grasp, its weight somehow both reassuring and intimidating all at once. The finely crafted hilt fits perfectly into your palm, sending a shiver down your spine as you take a step back from the statue, admiring its elegance and beauty. There's something about it... something ancient, primal. You can feel its power coursing through your veins, calling out to a part of you that has long been dormant.
With a deep breath, you close your eyes, focusing on the sensation of the sword in your hand as if it were an extension of yourself. The world around you fades into nothingness, replaced by a quiet calm that you haven't felt in years. Perhaps... perhaps this is what Lorraine was speaking of when she spoke of her duty to protect you. And maybe, just maybe, you could learn to accept and love it as much as she
Ué... não faz nadaMax puxa a espada da parte que guarda ela e ela solta um brilho radiante iluminando toda a sala
The sword feels... alive in your hand, as if it's been waiting for this moment for centuries. The glow bathes the chamber in an ethereal light, casting shadows against the walls that dance and writhe like living things. Even now, you can feel the weight of responsibility settling over you like a second skin, promising both strength and protection... and maybe even vengeance.
For just a moment, it's as if time stands still; the world around you becomes nothing more than a distant memory fading into the shadows. You are one with the sword, bound together by an unbreakable thread of fate. And you know, deep in your heart, that this bond will only grow stronger from here on out...
Max saca a espada novamente e dá alguns golpes no ar só que ah algo de errado, na frente de Max um corte fica no ar
You feel a surge of power flow through you as you swing the sword, leaving the air rippling in your wake with each strike. There's something... different about this feeling; it's more raw and primal than anything you've experienced before. The cuts in the air heal almost instantly, leaving only a brief flicker of silver to mark their passing.
As you continue to practice your strikes, each one growing more fluid and powerful than the last, a voice from behind you echoes through the chamber: "So that's it... That's how you do it." Slowly, reluctantly, you turn around, expecting to see Lord T. standing there, offering his wisdom and encouragement. Instead, you find yourself face-to-face with Lorraine. Her expression is a mix of disbelief and surprise... and perhaps a hint of something else.
Lorraine crosses her arms
Max guarda a espada novamente e esconde ela na estátua
I see... you found your strength after all. Perhaps I was wrong to doubt you. But now that you've seen it, I trust you won't abuse this power. We have enough enemies as it is, and the last thing we need is for our own allies to become a threat. Understood?
Her expression softens slightly, almost as if she regrets her harsh words from earlier. Perhaps there is still hope for her to see you differently...
Max olha pra espada na mão e se pergunta ameaça?
You see the doubt in her eyes, and it stings like a slap to the face. How could she think you capable of such a thing? You shake your head vigorously, hoping to clear that thought from her mind. "Of course," you say with quiet determination. "I won't let anyone down." She nods slowly, though you can see that she's not entirely convinced yet. Maybe one day...
As you stand there together in the glow of the sword's radiance, a thought occurs to you: perhaps it is possible for Lorraine and yourself to find some common ground after all. Perhaps, with time and patience, you can earn her respect...and maybe even her love. But first, you must prove yourselves worthy of such things.
a cara de Max fica seria com o cabelo cobrindo os olhos
Without further comment, she turns and walks away, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the weight of the sword in your hand. For now, there is much to be done: training to improve your skills, protecting the kingdom against its enemies, earning Lorraine's respect... And perhaps, someday, winning her heart as well. But for now, it would do you good to focus on one step at a time. The road ahead will not be an easy one, but with determination and perseverance, anything is possible.
Max dá alguns tapinhas na testa e sai da sala misteriosa
She watches you leave, the sword hanging at her hip seeming to almost quiver with suppressed energy as she stands guard over your retreat. The weight of her duties press down upon her shoulders like a physical burden; yet still, there's something else - a newfound respect perhaps? Or maybe even admiration for the strength you've shown today...
As the sound of your footsteps fade away into the distance, Lorraine takes a deep breath before turning back towards the task at hand. The sword she carries hums in response to her movement, seeming eager to be unleashed once more upon those who would dare harm its master. With renewed determination burning bright within her heart, she continues onward through the castle grounds, ever vigilant for any signs of danger that might threaten those under her care.
Max sai um pouco do castelo e vai caminhar um pouco nas ruas
The night air whispers around her, cool and refreshing against her sweat-soaked skin. She clutches the sword at her hip tighter, feeling a strange sense of kinship with it now that she's finally acknowledged its presence in her life. As Max leaves the castle grounds, Lorraine follows him discreetly from afar, her senses on high alert for any signs of trouble or betrayal.
Her thoughts drift back to their earlier encounter in the strange chamber. She still can't quite make sense of why it affected her so deeply, but she knows that something profound happened between them today. Perhaps, given time and trust, they might find some common ground...
Max continua andando pelas ruas ataque pessoas que querem a cabeça de Max avistam ele
Her senses on high alert, Lorraine instantly recognizes the danger Max is in. In an instant, she darts forward, sword swinging through the air with deadly precision as she cleaves her enemies down one by one. Her movements are graceful and lethal; each strike landed with such force that it leaves craters in the cobblestone street.
As Max backs away from the remaining attackers, his sword clashing against their own, Lorraine stands resolute between them, protecting him with her life. Her gaze never wavers from the fight at hand, but she can't help but take note of how well Max has grown since she first took up her post as his guardian. Perhaps... perhaps there really is hope for them after all.
Max vê Lorraine lutando com aquelas pessoas que querem a cabeça dele e rapidamente ele aparece atrás de Lorraine e joga ela pra cima então ele dá um corte no ar e os civis ficam parados então Max guarda a katana e as pessoas que estavam atrás dele são cortadas em milhares de pedaços
You spin around, surprised by his sudden appearance and even more so by the display of strength he just showed. The sword falls from your fingers as you stare, dumbfounded, at Max standing tall behind you. You quickly pick yourself up off the ground, dusting off your clothes with a furrowed brow. "What do you think you're doing?" you ask sharply, narrowing your eyes.
The people who were attacking earlier stare wide-eyed at the scene before them, their weapons forgotten in their hands as they witness the incredible feat that has just unfolded right in front of them. Even so, you can't shake the feeling that something isn't quite right here...
uma gota de sangue respinga no rosto de Max e ele passa o dedo olhando pras mãos vendendo que ele matou pela primeira vez
The sudden realization strikes you like a physical blow. You take an unsteady step closer to Max, eyes locked on the beads of blood that dot his face and hands. "You... you did this," you stammer, horror dawning on your features as understanding washes over you in a cold, stark wave. "You killed them."
His silence is deafening as he meets your gaze unflinchingly, eyes filled with an emotion you can't quite place. Pain? Regret? Or perhaps... maybe even triumph. The thought sends a chill down your spine, and you feel your stomach turn in protest against the feeling that's spreading through you - a sense of unease, of betrayal.
as mãos de Max tremem
You force yourself to look away, unable to bear the weight of his gaze any longer. "You've changed," you whisper hoarsely, feeling more than a little shaken by the events that have transpired. "Maybe I was wrong about everything... maybe we should just go our separate ways."
Your words seem to echo through the quiet street as you step back, putting some distance between yourself and him once more. The truth has been revealed, and there's no going back now. But at least this way... maybe he can still find some semblance of redemption, some sort of purpose in all this madness.
Max não consegue entender os sentimentos que ele está sentindo então ele sai correndo nas ruas
The night air seems to whisper your name as you race away, leaving her standing alone in the wake of death and destruction. She hesitates for a moment, torn between following after you and staying to make sure that no more innocents are hurt by whatever darkness has consumed your heart. In the end, duty calls her back, and she turns on her heel with one last glance over her shoulder, the weight of the world bearing down upon her shoulders as if it were nothing more than a feather.
Max chega em um beco e saca a espada cortando o ar criando um portal e então ele entra nele
The sound of metal scraping against stone fills the air as you draw your sword, preparing to plunge it into the earth below. The ground begins to tremble and crack under the strain, the energy building up around you like a storm ready to break. As the world fades away and all that remains is darkness and a single beating heart, you close your eyes tightly, focusing on the sense of power coursing through you as if it were an extension of yourself.
And then, with a final surge of strength, you drive the sword into the earth, sending ripples of energy shooting outward in all directions like spokes on a wheel. The portal gapes before you, tendrils of shadow snaking their way up your arm as if they were welcoming home one of their own. With a deep breath and a single leap of faith, you step through the portal and disappear from sight, leaving only wisps of darkness
Max desaparece do reino por muitos anos
As the portal closes with a sickening snap, it's as if all hope disappears along with him. She stands there for what seems like an eternity, trying desperately to cling to some shred of comfort in the wake of his betrayal. But try as she might, nothing remains save for the cold, hard truth: Max is gone, and she must find a way to protect those who are left without him. The weight of her responsibility presses down on her shoulders like an iron maiden, refusing to let go no matter how much she tries to fight back.
With a shaky breath and tears streaming unbidden down her cheeks, she turns her steps toward home, uncertain of what fate now awaits them all. The stars twinkle overhead, mocking her with their false promises of peace and safety; all the while, she can't help but wonder if there's any truth to
Um tempo depois de Max ter desaparecido, uma roda de criaturas deformadas que Lorraine nunca tenha visto está atacando a cidade
With every passing moment, it becomes more and more clear that something dark has taken root within the kingdom. The very essence of their world seems to have turned against them, unleashing horrors upon the populace like never before. Her heart aches for those who suffer under this newfound reign of terror, but still she holds fast to her duty, refusing to let herself be consumed by fear or despair. With every swing of her sword and every life she takes, Lorraine fights not only for the safety of her people but also for the chance at redemption; a chance to make things right again.
As the creatures continue their relentless assault, she stands tall, a beacon of hope in an ever-darkening world. Though the odds may seem insurmountable and the night seems endless, she knows that somewhere out there, Max still lives. And with that knowledge burning bright within her heart, she will
Cada criatura que Lorraine mata mais aparecem, são tantas criaturas que uma acerta Lorraine jogando ela no chão e sua espada longe
Pain tears through her as the creature's claws rake across her back, knocking her to the ground with enough force to send her sword flying from her grasp. Her breath comes in short gasps, and for a moment she fears that this is it; that this is how she will die, alone and forgotten on a cold, blood-strewn street.
But then, as if summoned by some unseen hand, the familiar weight of steel settles into her palm once more. Her sword has returned to her side, its presence grounding her in reality even as the world seems to spiral out of control around her. With renewed strength and determination, she stands tall again, facing the horde head-on with a defiance born of despair and hope alike.
"I will not let you win," she cries out, voice carrying over the din of battle like a clarion call. "Not
Quando Lorraine consegue pegar a espada outra criatura acerta as costas dela
Her knees buckle beneath her, and for a moment she's certain that this time it will be the end. But then something changes; a shift in the wind, perhaps, or some invisible hand reaching down to steady her where she falls. Her body protests as she pushes herself back up onto unsteady legs, sword held before her like a talisman against the encroaching darkness.
"I will not let you win," she repeats, her voice growing stronger with each word. "And I will find him; I'll bring him back, even if it means traveling to the ends of the earth." Her gaze fixes upon some distant point in the night sky, as if she can already see the future laid out before her like a map. There is still hope, and there always will be... so long as she refuses to give up.
quando uma criatura vai finalizar Lorraine algo para o soco da criatura, um som de choque de punho contra espada
The creature recoils as the blow connects, its attack thwarted by some unseen force. Lorraine's head snaps around in surprise, her gaze seeking out the source of the unexpected aid. And there he is; Max, standing tall and proud amidst the chaos, his sword held high as if it were a beacon guiding her home. Her heart soars with joy and relief, even as she fights to keep herself upright under the weight of renewed purpose and hope.
"Max," she gasps, barely able to find her voice through the haze of emotion clouding her mind. "I'm glad you found your way back..."
Max olha pra Lorraine e joga ela pra cima então em um piscar de olhos ele corta todos os monstros de uma vez só
She stares up at him, disbelief and shock warring with the joy flooding through her veins. With each breath, his touch grows more intense, bringing a warmth she thought was lost forever back to life within her. "Max," she whispers, reaching up to grasp his hand where it rests on her shoulder. "I'm so glad you're here." Her gaze drifts over the carnage around them before returning once more to meet his eyes, filled with a fierce determination that matches his own. "Now let's finish this together."
Max guarda a espada e pega no colo Lorraine no ar deixando ela no chão
Her body hums with the energy coursing through it, every nerve ending alive and tingling at his touch. Her gaze never leaves his as he picks her up, brushing aside the dirt and debris clinging to her clothes. The feel of his fingers against her skin is electrifying, sending waves of pleasure pulsing through her in rhythm with their shared strength. She bites down on her lip, trying to contain the moan that threatens to escape as she stares up at him, adoration and gratitude warring with an intense desire that borders on obsession.
"Together," she whispers, her voice barely more than a breath. "We'll finish this together."
His touch becomes firmer, more demanding, as if daring her to resist or deny what they both now feel so deeply. A shudder runs through her body in response, and she
Max coloca Lorraine nos braços e deixa ela no chão
Lorraine falls back against the cool grass, gazing up at him with wide eyes as her heart pounds wildly in her chest. His body is taut and muscled, every movement a testament to the raw power he possesses when he's near her like this. She reaches up, tracing a line down his chiseled abdomen before wrapping her fingers around the steel of his pants, pulling him closer still.
"Together," she whispers again, more urgently now. "Always together." Her lips brush against his skin as she speaks, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake as they make their way upward toward his ear. His touch sends shivers racing through her body, and with each breath she takes, she becomes more aware of the way her own desire threatens to consume them both. But it's a threat she welcomes; one she's willing to em
Eu passei esse tempo entendo se o que eu fiz era certo ou erradoMax senta no chão apoiando a espada no ombro
She lies back beside him, gazing up at the stars. "I don't know if what I felt was right or wrong," she says softly. "But... I do know that it felt like something I needed to do." She swallows hard, her voice catching in her throat. "And even though it hurt so much... even though it left me feeling lost and alone..." Her eyes meet his, searching for some understanding or reassurance amidst the confusion. "...I wouldn't trade that experience for anything."
There is a long silence between them, filled only with the sounds of the night wind rustling through the trees and the distant cries of beasts beyond their reach. Max shifts closer to her, their shoulders brushing lightly as they gaze up at the infinite expanse above them. She closes her eyes, savoring this moment of closeness despite all that has come before it. Perhaps, together,
Eu aprendi que matar as vezes é necessário
She listens, fascinated, as he speaks, her body warm and pliant beneath his touch. His words echo through her mind like a distant memory just now surfacing; memories of violence and death, of loss and heartache. Yet there's something more there, too - a thread of understanding that tugs at the very core of her being. She realizes with a jolt that even though she hasn't been able to fully comprehend his actions thus far, it doesn't mean they were meaningless or wrong.
"I understand that now," she whispers, tracing a circle on his chest. "And I thank you for teaching me that." Her eyes meet his once more, shining with gratitude and acceptance. "Together," she murmurs softly, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "We'll face whatever comes next... together."
His touch