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located in Ter'Ciel, a part of Eulogy for the Immortal, one of the many universes on RPG.

Ter'Ciel

How long will the people of Ter'Ciel truly know peace?

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Character Portrait: Maren LeChance Character Portrait: Lera Dothen
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Maren LeChance


"Mister LeChance."

The regal voice echoed throughout the banquet hall, practically dripping with authority.

"As Emperor of all Ter'Ciel I humbly thank you on behalf of all mankind."

Maren bowed his head and dropped to one knee.

"Thank you, Emperor. It is an honor -"

"Nay. Rise, young hero." The Emperor cut him off. "If not for your valiant efforts, that dragon would surely have razed these great lands into little more than a scorched desert by now. It is thanks to your quick thinking and strength that there wasn't a single life lost."

"Well, except for that dragon, hehe!" Maren scoffed, confidently flexing his bicep.

The Emperor spoke again, "As remuneration for your deeds, I shall hold a feast in your honor! -"

Maren could feel his mouth begin to water.

"- as well as any of my ten daughters' hand in marriage!"

With that, ten of the most gorgeous women Maren had ever seen sauntered into the banquet hall; blondes, brunettes, redheads, well-endowed, modest, statuesque, petite. Each one of them a perfect specimen of femininity, and each one was looking his way.

"Go ahead, Maren!" The Emperor's voice boomed. "Choose your bride to be!"

The young man felt his face grow hot and sweat began to form on his forehead.

Just one!? How on earth could he pick a single girl among this...menagerie of blossoms?

"Uh...uhmm..." Maren swallowed hard, "I...uh...I...duhhhh...I-I choose...I choose..."


"I'm so sorry I missed the show! Are you okay?"

Suddenly, there was light and his eyes were straining. He blinked once...twice...and saw a pair of boots in his direct line of sight.

'Whaa...?'

Someone was wearing the boots. Groggily, his gaze followed a pair of legs upward until...

"Nice..." Maren whispered, still half asleep. A dopey smile crept across his blank face.

Suddenly, he remembered everything. The windmill. The hooded figures. The witch. He saw her in his arms...they were escaping...but what happened then? The forest? Had he fallen asleep?

The young man's eyes flew open, and he sat upright in an instant. It was then that he saw her. Well...more of her.

She was tall and thin, dark hair framing freckled cheeks. She was looking down at him with an amused look on her face.

Maren frantically wiped the drool from his chin, trying his best not to blush.

"H-hi. I'm Maren. Uhm...what are you doing here? Wait, what am I doing here? Where is this, exactly? Is Kirlsa near here?"

He looked around...

"Hey...where's that witch lady!?"

The woman he'd rescued from the windmill was nowhere to be seen.

"What the hell...? She was just with me, I swear!"

A moment of silence passed while Maren attempted to piece together all that had occurred the night before as well as the potential whereabouts of a certain busty, raven-haired witch. He felt someone's gaze on him and realized that new girl was still staring at him, wearing that same pleasant expression as if it were painted on her face.

Realizing how strange he must seem to her, he made an attempt at humor...

"Usually it's me who's gone in the morning! Hehe...heh...heh..." he cleared his throat awkwardly. Turning toward her, he spoke again.

"My name is Maren. Wait...I said that already, didn't I? Uhm...what are you doing here? You, uh...you don't look like a local."

He'd hoped the sudden appearance of this mysterious girl was a sign of his luck beginning to pick up. But like any seasoned gambler will tell you, Lady Luck is fickle and has an odd sense of humor...