
Originally Posted by
The_Codfish
Oh god, KM. What? How? You were just supposed to get food.

It was supposed to be simple! Alas, life is never simple for knights…
No! Forget knights and their fancy titles and cushy living! You are a poor girl at the bottom of the domestic service pecking order. Nothing is ever simple.

Originally Posted by
Ed
Oh no KM what is going on
Kitchen full of angry women out for your blood. The usual.

Originally Posted by
Shadow Phoenix
Okay, KM, what just happened?
You did try to avoid the other maids, their anger, and their questions on your way towards the kitchen. You thought you had.
But you lowered your guard in the kitchen at the sight of a pretty face in the arms of an over-made brute.
You stumbled and drew attention from the maid with whom you had an unfortunate encounter early tonight. She seemed very upset over a spoon or something absolutely ridiculous like that. Then the lizardwoman went for the soup, and the kitchen gargoyle went after her too.
While the two monstrous women were distracted with each other, you thought it would be an excellent opportunity to attempt to rescue the chorus girl.

Originally Posted by
OldManRupee
Kitchen Maid: 3-way Mexican kitchen showdown with Chameleon and Totalitarian Chef.
There you stood, for a moment that seemed like an eternity, each ready to strike. The Chameleon’s expression was cold and unreadable, but her body told you what you needed to know. Her grip on her captive tightened. The maid lifted her arm, curling her thick, dirty fingers into a fist. The Chameleon would dodge and run. You readied yourself. When she did, you would run for her ankles. A woman that size would not fall with grace. She would probably take the slightly smaller women down with her. The chorus girl would be hurt in the process. Chameleon would either drop her to save herself, or let her fall as well. Her grip is nothing a few stab wounds would not break. And if your dear chorus girl is hurt, then that just means you get to be the one to treat her wounds.
You grabbed your knife.
“YOU!”
And in swarmed a mob of furious maids, angry at you for a fire you didn’t start.

Originally Posted by
Shadow Phoenix
Are they trying to find where the prisoner is?
There is one thing you can take comfort in.

Originally Posted by
OldManRupee
Prisoner: Gods DAMN IT escaping is so hard.
At least the queen is safe, right where you left her.
Now to save yourself. You managed to squeeze between a heavy crate and the wall.
Aggressors surround you from all sides, blocking the courtyard entrance. It would not surprise you if more are waiting outside.
There’s door on the floor to your left, you think, somewhere not too far away, likely covered by heavy barrels, that leads to underground storage chambers. Even if you were able to move the barrels, you would be plunging into total darkness. You know the chambers below well, and hiding places are ample. On the other hand, nothing is stopping anyone from following you. Certainly others know the underground as well as you do, with the advantage of candlelight.
There is another option, a door to your right, past a line of crates and angry women. The third exit usually remains locked. It provides direct passage to what the royal family has taken to calling “the chapel”, a place you have actually never been. It is a newer addition to the castle where religious services (and royal weddings) are performed, respectable dinners are served, and the Family of Malachite sleeps. The mob might not follow you into royal quarters. Most of them aren’t allowed to, and, really, neither are you. The consequences, if you are caught, could be worse than whatever your fellow maids have in store.
“Found her!”
What will you do?
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