Sounds interesting... tell me, do you get any occasional urges to scratch your head with your foot? Martyris asked cheekily...

He saw Trinity talking to the ring and his eyes narrowed to slits.
So she knew exactly what was happening... she warned anyone, she died first, and he'd bury that ring with her corpse.

The ring seemed to get hotter in her hand, not hot enough to hurt, but hot enough to send a comfortable feeling through her, like it was Tyrcestus's hand she was holding...

And if you beg me on your knees like a good girl, I might forgive you for saying that... Martyris chuckled, the cheekiness intensifying...

The ring flared, covering her hand in harmless warm flames. It felt like it was being kissed, like he was asking her to dance again...

Martyris concentrated, then seemed slightly stunned.
Whoa... I can sense a very high concentration of power nearby... head to your left, and keep to a diagonal slant...

He saw her twirl, and an evil thought entered his head as he thought about that damned ring.
"Excuse me, Trinity," he said in her ear as he sidled up to her. "Could I have my ring back? It's so clear I love you surely you don't need to be reminded of it every day now... I don't want to smother you..."

Varen smiled and took a drink as well.
"Hmm..." He thought about it for a moment.
"I'd have to say about 4 or 5 years." He answered.
"Some old beggar in a village publicly 'cursed' me, saying 'your death shall come from your blood' and 'your blood is no longer your own'." He mocked the old beggar's tone of voice.
"And I guess this was what he was talking about. But, the joke's on him. It's done nothing but help me since then. Well... After I learned to control it correctly." He chuckled a bit, looking down at his hand.

His hand tightened over the ring -

"AAAGH..." He relinquished it instantly, backing away, clutching his hand as if in pain. The ring was blazing fiercely, flames roaring off it towards Tyrcestus's body, almost like it was angry...

A sense of power nearby entered Ayase's mind - alongside a memory of her and Trinity naked and sharing wine...
You should be able to sense their power now - oh my, how on earth did that get in there? There was the feeling of a smirk in her mind...

Steve was leaning on the trunk of an old oak tree in the center of town. he arranged for him to meet up with Junko earlier, but after running that errand for the kings messenger they were delayed leaving. As he looked into the clear blue sky Steve wondered where this adventure would take him.......