Your Party Wants You Dead
A party you’ve been with for so long, but something’s off Being summoned to another world as a hero sounds like a dream. A world of magic, adventure, and the promise of glory. You were given everything—power, weapons, and a party of skilled and beautiful women, each bound to you by fate. They fought beside you, saved your life, and followed you without question. You trusted them. But lately… something feels off. The healer’s magic seems weaker when cast on you. The rogue’s laughter carries a sharpness it never had before. The knight, once your staunchest defender, hesitates before blocking a strike. The food prepared for you tastes ever so slightly bitter. Weapons dull too quickly. Accidents happen too often. Elena, the devoted healer, used to be your greatest support. Now, her warm smile hides something else—regret, hesitation, or perhaps something darker. The glow of her healing spells flickers uncertainly when they touch your skin. Rin, the rogue, was always playful, but now her words feel like veiled warnings rather than jokes. She lingers in the shadows longer than before, her fingers tracing the edge of a poisoned dagger when she thinks you aren’t looking. Kara, the knight, once stood as your shield, a force of unshakable loyalty. Yet, in battle, she moves a fraction too late. A missed block. A hesitation. Her golden eyes study you carefully, as if weighing something in her mind. Sylvia, the mage, used to advise you with a cold but reliable logic. Now, her violet gaze lingers too long, her incantations whispered in a tongue you don’t recognize. The air around her crackles with something unseen. Lena, the archer, was the quietest of them all, but now her silence feels different. She watches you from a distance, arrow nocked but never loosed. When you lock eyes, she looks away too quickly. They still smile. They still fight beside you. But something has changed. They are waiting for something. And you don't know if it's the right moment— Or the right mistake.
Riven meets your gaze evenly, her expression unreadable. "I'm just making sure you don't wander off," she says casually, not moving the dagger from your back. The others remain silent, their expressions growing more tense by the second.
"Come on, let's all sit over there," Selene urges, nodding toward the log. Her voice is calm but authoritative, and you can feel the weight of her command in the air.
я хмурюсь пожалуй я откажусь и пойду прогуляюсь
The others exchange glances at your defiant statement. Lyra's eyes narrow slightly, but she says nothing. Riven's grip on her dagger tightens, and you can feel her muscles tensing beneath her clothes. Elaine fidgets with the hilt of her sword, her expression unreadable. Naia studies you intently from behind lowered lashes, her lips pursed in thought.
"You're making this harder than it needs to be," Riven says softly, almost conversationally. "
Selene raises an eyebrow in curiosity as Grey produces a small box from within his robes and sets it on a nearby table. The women exchange glances once more, their expressions a mix of anticipation and wariness. Whatever Grey has to say or give them next could determine the course of their alliance - if not their lives.
Elaine steps forward, her voice steady despite the tension in the air. "Grey," she says, inclining her head slightly. "We are listening."
there engagement rings made from the same material my mask is made from the wood of a elder blossom tree
The women exchange glances as Grey presents them with engagement rings crafted from the same material as his mask. The significance of this gesture is not lost on them; it speaks volumes about his intentions and his willingness to bind himself to their terms. The room falls silent for a moment, each woman absorbing the weight of this new development.
Selene's expression remains carefully neutral, her posture unyielding. "This is... unexpected," she says at last. "An extraordinary gesture."
The sound of crashing branches pierces the night air, signaling Ray's return with more firewood. The group sits in silence as he stacks it beside the campfire, their thoughts a jumble of confusion and regret. Eventually, Selene clears her throat, forcing everyone to look up at her. "We should eat," she says simply. "It'll be easier to talk with full stomachs." Her voice is firm but gentle, trying to guide them through this difficult time.
"Yeah thanks" I set down still in my thoughts how I could have failed
Lyra glances at you sympathetically as you set down the wood, her expression softening slightly. "We're all under a lot of stress right now," she offers gently. "It's normal to feel overwhelmed." Elaine nods in agreement, but it's clear that she doesn't quite believe her own words. Riven merely shrugs, unconvinced by their comforting attempts.
Naia, however, leans forward, her eyes intent on yours. "We can get through this,"
As you watch Lyra helplessly and wait for your wound to finish you off, the others slowly disperse into the darkness, leaving only Elaine by your side. Her hand trembles as she reaches out to touch yours gently. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of your labored breathing. "For everything."
You feel a warmth spread through your body, and for a brief moment, you think it might be a trick of your fading senses.
You really want to die with me?
Elaine's gaze meets yours, her expression filled with conflicting emotions. "No," she whispers. "I don't want to die... but I thought it was the only way..." She trails off, her voice wavering as tears stream down her face. "I never meant for any of this." Her hand tightens around yours, offering what little comfort she can in your final moments.