Komo
OOC account
Location: Palace Grounds
Allies: [member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Rigor"] ,Team Mephirum
Well, things seemed to have taken an abrupt turn. Snubbed. She was snubbed. That was to put it plainly.
Despite offering her services to the Butcher King himself, Greta had been ignored. Rebuffed by the Sith Lord as he and his gang marched ahead as though she was simply part of holographic commercial that had come up to them in a sudden fashion. He and his followers had simply marched on ahead, resuming the killing in his name, while the Sith knight simply stood there, clearly in shock. By the time she had gotten over the initial shock, they had all but gone. That was clearly unexpected, and had totally gone over her head. Perhaps she had done something wrong? Or maybe it would one of those Vornskr douchebag jerky moments she'd heard so much about.
Now alone once more, her choice had been decided for her once again. It seems like fate had wanted her to side with [member="Darth Mephirium"] after all, flower petals be damned. Despite the flower petals siding with the Butcher King, fate had prevailed and Mephirium had been decided as the chosen one after all. Well, with that settled, Greta wasn't one to stay still for long. She went on the move once more, locating the current position of the Sith Lord and his followers.
It wasn't difficult, not in the slightest. She was already in the vicinity of the palace grounds. All she had to do was follow the trail of dead loyalist soldiers and guards towards the Sith Lord himself. Eventually she had found him, and after some tireless work of convincing the troops on his side that she was on their side, Greta spoke loud enough for Mephirium himself to hear. Hopefully she wouldn't get snubbed a second time. That would truly karking suck.
"Darth Mephirium, my lord. I have heard your call to arms and have come to pledge my allegiance to you. Let me aid you in your case for the throne of the Dark Lord. May you be victorious."
This was it. It was all or nothing.
Allies: [member="Darth Mephirium"] [member="Rigor"] ,Team Mephirum
Well, things seemed to have taken an abrupt turn. Snubbed. She was snubbed. That was to put it plainly.
Despite offering her services to the Butcher King himself, Greta had been ignored. Rebuffed by the Sith Lord as he and his gang marched ahead as though she was simply part of holographic commercial that had come up to them in a sudden fashion. He and his followers had simply marched on ahead, resuming the killing in his name, while the Sith knight simply stood there, clearly in shock. By the time she had gotten over the initial shock, they had all but gone. That was clearly unexpected, and had totally gone over her head. Perhaps she had done something wrong? Or maybe it would one of those Vornskr douchebag jerky moments she'd heard so much about.
Now alone once more, her choice had been decided for her once again. It seems like fate had wanted her to side with [member="Darth Mephirium"] after all, flower petals be damned. Despite the flower petals siding with the Butcher King, fate had prevailed and Mephirium had been decided as the chosen one after all. Well, with that settled, Greta wasn't one to stay still for long. She went on the move once more, locating the current position of the Sith Lord and his followers.
It wasn't difficult, not in the slightest. She was already in the vicinity of the palace grounds. All she had to do was follow the trail of dead loyalist soldiers and guards towards the Sith Lord himself. Eventually she had found him, and after some tireless work of convincing the troops on his side that she was on their side, Greta spoke loud enough for Mephirium himself to hear. Hopefully she wouldn't get snubbed a second time. That would truly karking suck.
"Darth Mephirium, my lord. I have heard your call to arms and have come to pledge my allegiance to you. Let me aid you in your case for the throne of the Dark Lord. May you be victorious."
This was it. It was all or nothing.