Unfortunately… now… is a bad time to be crying. Because at that very moment, the doors behind you swing closed, and a man with a familiar (and yet somehow alien and shifting) face steps out from the shadows behind the throne. He’s carrying a sword and it’s covered in blood—so is he--and he’s not alone. Two soldiers, one flanking either side of him, step out as well, carrying weapons of their own.]
I'm afraid we can't let you take the Princess.
[ Before you can say or do anything—a bomb goes off. Multiple bombs. Bits of shrapnel and splinters of wood (well, some of them are as big as your head, look out if you don’t want to be impaled) go flying as smoke and dust and, great fun! Fire! Fill the room. When the dust clears enough that you can see again, you can see that there is now a very large, dark chasm between you and the Princess, who’s still clutching her mother’s clothing and now sitting in a pool of blood.
And as for the building itself (or what's left of it after the explosion)…. How strange. It doesn’t look like the palace anymore at all but some sort of strange mish-mash between a Dining Room and a Foyer.... but not just any Dining Room or Foyer. You know--from thatmansion?]
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Unfortunately… now… is a bad time to be crying. Because at that very moment, the doors behind you swing closed, and a man with a familiar (and yet somehow alien and shifting) face steps out from the shadows behind the throne. He’s carrying a sword and it’s covered in blood—so is he--and he’s not alone. Two soldiers, one flanking either side of him, step out as well, carrying weapons of their own.]
I'm afraid we can't let you take the Princess.
[ Before you can say or do anything—a bomb goes off. Multiple bombs. Bits of shrapnel and splinters of wood (well, some of them are as big as your head, look out if you don’t want to be impaled) go flying as smoke and dust and, great fun! Fire! Fill the room. When the dust clears enough that you can see again, you can see that there is now a very large, dark chasm between you and the Princess, who’s still clutching her mother’s clothing and now sitting in a pool of blood.
And as for the building itself (or what's left of it after the explosion)…. How strange. It doesn’t look like the palace anymore at all but some sort of strange mish-mash between a Dining Room and a Foyer.... but not just any Dining Room or Foyer. You know--from that mansion? ]