Zalia's father glared at Beelzenef. "Zalia will do what is required of her." He looked at Zalia. "You will be-"
"No I won't!" Zalia protested, interrupting her father again. "I won't be married to someone I don't love, let alone someone I've never met before." She added in the same protesting tone. "Mother may have been alright with being a pawn for her father; but I will not be a pawn for mine!"

Zalia's father looked at Beelzenef with a dumbfounded expression on his face.
Zalia's face turned red, as she looked at Beelzenef. "You...." her voice trailed off, not knowing what else to say.
"No." Zalia's father stated firmly, with an expression of frustration on his face. "She will marry-"
"I said no father!" Zalia roared, the stress causing her to change into her half-human form. "I'm not going home with you, I'm not marrying whom you choose for me. I'm staying here!"

OOT: Alright, not wanting to get out the big guns but...

*bops Shini and Pizza with the Moderator Hammer*

First order of business, I sent a post at the bottom of page 53 for you to interact with, PizzaNerd, but I think it drowned in your posts. In future, could you please try and check other people's posts in case they have said something related to you.

Secondly, upon last count there were nine or ten people in this RP. You two have single-handedly consumed three pages. People are going to find it hard to find other posts relevant to them in the conversation between you two. It's a great conversation, and it's a great storyline. But could you please try and hold off on rapid-fire replying to the point where the RP is saturated, otherwise it will be taken out of my hands and the chat will be locked until such a time when it can be dealt with. Thank you for your time.

MateusseDarkslight wrote:

Mandrate turned, feeling Tristan's arrival.
"I am in trouble, aren't I?"

He looked at Mandrate, no expression on his face. 'The King has ordered your return. Your barbaric treatment of the child will not go unpunished.'

Mandrate gave a scowl that would have gnarled wood.
"Barbaric treatment? That's rich, coming from a demon." He made no attempt to move.
"Could you kindly go and tell his majesty that he needs to trust in my mastery of these affairs? I have work to do here."

Tyrcestus reached out and held Trinity's hands, stopping her.
"Eat. Something. Now."
He lifted his shirt, showing to her his skin was completely unblemished.
"I healed myself, somehow. I'm fine. Now. Eat."
He looked over at Sean.
"You, I don't think I've met. I'm Tyrcestus. You are?"
He looked back at Trinity and smiled.
"I'm fine, I promise. Now eat." He turned on the charm for a second. "I don't want your beautiful looks fading away."

CRACK.
Hexy had stabbed clean through her plate without looking at it, her eyes on Tyrcestus.
"... What beautiful looks would those be?" she said innocently.

'I was given orders to bring you back.' is sword appeared it his hand, shadows writhing around it.
'The manner in which you are to returned is your decision.'

Mandrate gave Tristan a look of pure amusement. At the same time, anger burned in his eyes.
"You do realize that whilst you may be a formidable opponent, attacking me is literally a waste of time? We've danced this waltz before, Tristan. You attack me, I respond with the best defense in the world, you fail to penetrate, you are then forced to leave me alone. That's partially why I was taken on by his majesty - to defend against you in your more... liberal moods."
He turned away from Tristan.
"Tell the king I will return. Shortly. There is evil to be punished. Do not attempt to force me, Tristan. It will not end well for everything concerned."
Then he stopped. A wry smirk crossed his face, then he turned around again, a kind of reckless devil-may-care attitude coursing through his veins.
"You know what? Attempt to stop me. Please, go all out on me. I want to see who's stronger, while I'm still alive. It's something I've always wondered."
He withdrew his claymore and levelled it at Tristan in the middle of the street.
"Come on. Show me why the king thinks you are a worthy protector of the land."
His mouth turned up at the corners. "I think the cat-girl fought better than you."

Tyrcestus smiled, shook Sean's hand.
"A pleasure to meet you, Mr Ashforth. Though if you don't mind, I'll just call you Sean."
Hexy then grasped Tyrcestus's shoulder in a grip of iron, something that didn't exactly sit well.
"WHAT BEAUTIFUL LOOKS?"
A vein pulsed in Tyrcestus's temple, and for a moment it looked like he wanted to start yelling. But he calmed himself.
"Well, neither of you are anything but stunning. Your gorgeous looks have a certain enchanting quality about you which is spicy yet sweet, and Trinity has a wild elegance only complemented by her beauty and... lack of shame..."
Hexy gave Tyrcestus a very shrewd look.
"So... which one of us looks better?"
The vein came back, almost twice the size, and Tyrcestus put one hand to his temple, as if experiencing a headache.
"You each look as good as each other, now please drop the subject and let me eat."

He sank into his food, enjoying it hugely. "Good stuff." Vizard and Gizzard nodded, and the three fell to talking.

Clun looked over at the king, and then leaned over to speak to Trinity. "He says anyfink else about messing with you, let me know, OK darling?"

Hexy looked over at Sean, blushing.
"I'm sorry, I just don't like being made to feel ugly," she apologized. She hung her head. "You must think I'm so petty..."

pizzanerd1 wrote:

Beelzenef took a moment to break out of his stupor and said "Zalia right, if she not want marry man she not know, that final. If Zalia choose leave goblin home then Beelzenef will agree. But I hear Zalia say she not want leave, so Beelzenef not let her be taken away!"

Lord Song glared at Beelzenef, as his guards held their spears towards him.
Zalia's fox ears moved forward. "STOP!" She shouted, then returned her father's glare. "You will leave here, now." She ordered.
"How dare yo-"
"Go home." Zalia repeated firmly. "I'm not going anywhere, and don't even think of breaking your treaty with Beelzenef." Her ears flicked once. "If you so much as order the guards or townsfolk to raise a weapon to any goblin, I will hold you personally responsible, and you will loose me forever."
After several minutes, Lord Song waved his hand to the guards, making them stand down. "I will honor the treaty." He said reluctantly. "But I expect you to come home."
"I make no promises on that front, father." Zalia stated flatly, trying to hide the hiss on her tone.

'Fighting you would serve no purpose.' His blade remained in his hand.
'Return to the King. I shall complete your assignment in your stead.'
Tristan started walking forward, past Mandrate.

Zalia looked at Beelzenef, as her fox ears moved towards the sound of his voice, and smiled gently. "Thank you." She said, as her gaze moved towards her father, and the guards leaving. After she was satisfied they were out of ear shot, she looked at Beelzenef. "He expects me to be complaisant, just as my mother was. My mother was afraid of people knowing she was as I am, because her father would beat her every time she morphed. However, after she had me, she always taught me that there was nothing wrong with me." She took a breath, and exhaled slowly. "I'm not afraid of people knowing who I am; but my father is."

He stopped walking.
'Do you seek sympathy? Forgiveness? Sorrow?'
He turned his head to Mandrate.
'You should know by now, human, that I am incapable of such feelings.'