Binnacle: The Not

there he was, with nothing but his bow and arrows to defend himself the garden seemed empty, but a demonic aura crawled around why couldn't he get into the walls again? the mana in the im paries amulet had been depleted. Roderick covered himself with his wings to become invisible, and backed away to the rear wall. was there a black spot there? he felt his gramman also as good as dead. he doubted any magic he could cast would work. dammned. he hadda get back to the others and warn them. someone was comming! he hid behind a bush and saw a female diabole approach with an escort. half way to another door across the garden, she looked around and spotted him - get out of there, show yourself Roderick couldn't oppose - what's happening? - his skin wasn't even mimicking the colors around him, so neither did his armor. he was fully visible and walking away from the bush - the crest of Sioris... so you are one of Prince Laures son? identify yourself - i'm Roderick the Not - "why am i doing as she says?" he looked at the bush he hid in before. it had small lavander flowers and smelled like candy... "DAMN!" - the Not? I don't remember Laures having a son with that name. weren't they Andreas Xantus and Zander? - those are indeed the Purple Sword heirs. - "A will melter! the whole garden is covered in them!" - why do you look so much like them? Roderick choke trying to answer - resisting the will melters? "At least the Not curse still works..." - Not curse? "she reads minds!..." - what is that? - there's certain information i know that nobody can get from me. its for my knowledge only - you are carrying one of those gramman things, so either you are an Aristocrat or a pet to them. It doesnt matters whether you talk or not... lay down, kid, smell the flowers until your friends arrive. they shouldn't take long. and once here, kill them.