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Jun 25, 2017 16:16:36 GMT
Post by jackygirl on Jun 25, 2017 16:16:36 GMT
Cliff glances to Desmond and grunts. "You're awake pup." His shoulder had been bandaged the rest of the pack sat around the clearing some eyeing the buck hungrily but restraining themselves. Big-Back was lying against a tree with his eyes closed his fur seeming to have become paler, he looked like he was dying. Cliff glanced at him and then looked away it was never good to see a member of the pack dying. Red-Stripe stalked over. "We should go back to the village and gut those humans, they tried to kill you Chief!" He yelled rage clear in his eyes. Cliff shook his head. "No. We don't have time for that." Revenge solved nothing and Big-Back was dying. "We save our pack-brother before anything else." He said holding Red-Stripe's eyes. The normally calm and wise Red-Stripe seemed on the brik of arguing with his chief but sagged looking at the ground in submission. "I'm sorry Cliff... I wasn't thinking straight." Cliff nodded. "We're all under stress Stripe but we're Kvelduf, we do what must be done for the pack." No matter the cost he thought.
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Jun 25, 2017 16:26:25 GMT
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 25, 2017 16:26:25 GMT
"Don't move." Lyvyne says, who has been sat beside Desmond since they arrived. She places a hand on his shoulder and strokes him in comfort, which is bandaged up from her arrow wound by the Kveldulf. "You're hurt. Need aid." She says softly to him. She is at lost on what to do, where to go. The village is the only place she knows of here, they have rarely stepped any further than the hunting grounds and James was the only doctor she knew of... And he's dead at the hands of the Monster known as Thomas. He and his rebels has the other villagers fooled, fooled them into thinking that the Avalon and the Kveldulf were there to slaughter them all, when they were only trying to defend themselves... They have been tricked and are not at fault. He killed a friend of hers in cold blood when he was merely attempting to defuse the situation... He will be avenged, Thomas will die by her hands.
"Villagers... Not guilty." She says to the Kveldulf talking about killing them all. "Thomas... Trick them... Thomas... Must die. Not villagers." She says darkly, her mind is set on this and it will be very difficult to convince her to step off this path of vengeance. "But not now... Need aid." None of them got away from the chaos uninjured and while her and Cliff will survive their injuries, Desmond and Big Back are in very bad shape... "Need healer." She thinks aloud in her tongue, but that's easier said than done. There's nobody else out here...
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Jun 26, 2017 4:21:53 GMT
Post by Raz on Jun 26, 2017 4:21:53 GMT
Desmond heard what sounded like the distant rumbling of thunder. He thought it was that until his eyes land on the enormous wolf. He realized it wasn't thunder he heard but this thing speaking. If he hadn't just been stabbed in the gut he'd be scared out of his wits. If not of Cliff then of the pack's hungry almost ravenous gaze. He didn't know that they were looking at the buck which was now starting to attract flies. He would've been scared but at this moment he could bring himself to be. The pain wasn't as strong as it was when he was thrashing on the ground. In that moment it was like someone had lit a fire in his stomach that simply would not stop burning. Now it just felt like he was being punched in the gut with each breathe he took. "Small victories," He muttered to himself.
Desmond's face was as pale as milk at the moment, his tunics stuck to his chest as his blood had dried it to his skin. He was about to try to sit up when he heard Lyvyne's caring but urgent command for him to not move. "I'm fine.." He murmured hoping his voice didn't sound as weak to them as it did to himself. Even in his weakened state he felt a lightning bolt rush through him at the mention of them going back to kill the villagers. "No!" He said with most of his strength, he winced as he had nearly jerked up right. "You can't..don't hurt anymore of them..." Desmond sees the state their friend is in and says, "I know someone who can help your friend...there's a witch...Her magic is strong. It's.."He grimaces, "At the center of the forest."
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Jun 26, 2017 4:41:41 GMT
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 26, 2017 4:41:41 GMT
Lyvyne pulls Desmond gently though firmly back down to sitting when he jerks upright. She doesn't want him to over-do it, a slight wrong movement could cause him to bleed even more than he is right now. Her head tilts in confusion at the sound of 'Witch'. She has never heard of this human word spoken by anybody before but just the way Desmond pronounced it, she could tell it's a controversial one. "Witch?" She repeats, hopefully saying it correctly. "What is a Witch? What can it do?"
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Jun 26, 2017 12:31:06 GMT
Post by Raz on Jun 26, 2017 12:31:06 GMT
He sighs as she pushed him back down onto the soft grass. He forgot that she was still new to the area, most people knew of the witch who lurked in the forest. "She's an old woman who uses magic and her herbal tonics to help people. She could help heal our wounds...but we'd require something to trade. We'll have to hurry though. I don't know hoe much longer he.." He points to big back with a shaking hand. It wasn't from fear but from cold. "Or I will survive without her help."
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Jun 26, 2017 12:42:00 GMT
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 26, 2017 12:42:00 GMT
Lyvyne understands Desmond's words. A healer for trade... She would need something worth an amount to heal both people. Desmond is her friend that has been by her side since the village, and if it wasn't for the Kveldulf's support back at the village, both her and her friend would be dead. She feels she has a debt to repay them... Looking at her surroundings, her eyes fall upon the dead buck. The meat is still fresh and can be saved from rotting if preserved in the next hour. The meat of the former majestic animal could feed a single person for weeks. It is a fair trade for two lives. It is a shame... The day began with her hunting down the Beast to feed the village with it's meat, but now used as a bargaining price.
She looks to Cliff, the Kveldulf leader. "The deer... Take with us, for trade with healer... Save Desmond and Big Back." She explains in broken English. She cannot carry the dead weight and Desmond is in no shape to help her, so she will help him walk insteaf. She helps him to his feet and allows herself to be used as his leaning support. She keeps one arm wrapped around his back and the other holds his hand across her shoulder, just like she was shown to do back at her clan when helping the injured. She begins the journey to this Witch under Desmond's guidance, and gestures for her companions to follow.
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Jun 26, 2017 16:46:05 GMT
Post by jackygirl on Jun 26, 2017 16:46:05 GMT
Cliff doesn't like magic but he knows he doesn't have a choice if he wants to save Big-Back. "Claw, Fang carry the meat. NO EATING!" He snarls as Claw tries to nibble at it's leg. "Red-Stripe you and I will help Big-Back, Long-Arms lead the scouting party make sure those villagers don't ambush us." He follows the Avalon and human supporting Big-Back while the deer is carried behind him. The rest of the pack spread out into the forest to prevent ambush.
"How long you been here Avalon?" Cliff asks his eyes fixed on her back as they walk along. "Where is your flock?"
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Jun 26, 2017 18:39:15 GMT
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 26, 2017 18:39:15 GMT
"Few months..." Lyvyne answers the Kveldulf as they walk where Desmond tells them to. "In flight and... Shot down by... Thomas... Did not know until today." Her expression darkens at the mention of the bastard's name. "Clan... Far away. Cannot reach... Wing not ready." She glances at the deep scar on her right wing, unfurling it a little for the Kveldulf to see. She can manage short flights, but prolonging it causes uncomfortable strain and she must land, lest she hurts herself...
They are halfway into their journey, Desmond is getting paler and his voice is weakening. She is growing more and more worried for him, but she can not go any faster than they already are... "Pack Leader?" Lyvyne asks Cliff. She has been assuming until now that he is a leader to them of sorts with the way the Kveldulf look up to him for guidance and orders.
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Jun 26, 2017 19:27:57 GMT
Post by jackygirl on Jun 26, 2017 19:27:57 GMT
Cliff grunted. "Sorry to hear it I know it is difficult for an Avalon to be separated from their flock." He examines the scar. "You're a tough bird Great-Wing." He said admiringly.
Cliff nods as he struggles to keep Big-Back moving. "I led the pack in our escape from the mines, they follow me out of respect for that." He growled lifting Big-Back over a log blocking the path. He found himself wishing Blackfur had lived she'd never have gotten them in this mess. "Haven't done a great job so far."
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Jun 26, 2017 20:01:30 GMT
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 26, 2017 20:01:30 GMT
"Still alive. Bad leader... Group would die. Group is alive... Good leader." Lyvyne says to Cliff after hearing his words, she tries to use the words as encouragement. Things might be bleak, but everybody seems to be alive and alert apart from Big Back, that's something in Lyvyne's eyes. Though what did he mean by mines? Were they workers in their homelands? If so, why would they escape?...
Before she can bring her ponders into question, Lyvyne sees a house of sorts... Not only is it made of well made wood, but it is also in a huge cover of stitched animal pelts, feathers and leather. One would think this as petty decoration, but it camouflages the Hut well from the natural predators of the woods. It is a clever design, Lyvyne thinks to herself. There is smoke coming from an opening at the top which must a chimney, so somebody is home... This must be the Witch's home! Lyvyne is delighted that she helped Desmond get here in time, though she would have been lost if it wasn't for his directions. She takes a step forward before she freezes. Her super hearing picks up the sound of an arrow being nocked onto the string of a bow, before the all too familiar stretch when pulled back.
"No further." A voice says in the same direction as she heard the bow. "You are too close as it is." She looks to the voice to see a woman perched up in a tree, arrow trained onto her head. She's... Young, Desmond's age should she had to guess, far too young to be the Witch that he explained to her. She is dressed in a natural camouflage the same the Hut has, a sleeveless pelt tunic and leather pants, accompanied by fur boots and hard leather gloves. A long, silver feather decorates her long and shining black hair that is tied into a side ponytail. The most prominent features of the woman is her face paint. Darkened blotches on her eyes, black on her lips and two diagonal lines on each cheek, facepaint like a hunter. Lyvyne also picks up a masked scent coming from her now she is this close. That is probably how the Kveldulf couldn't sense her, she camouflaged her appearance and smell.
"You are an odd bunch..." The bow-woman says curiously, though guarded. "An odd, dangerous bunch. State your business or leave, or you can do neither and my next actions may hurt you somewhat." She demands, the look in her eyes and the steadiness of her hands shows she is not bluffing. Lyvyne looks at Desmond, hoping that he somehow knows this woman.
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Jun 27, 2017 18:02:42 GMT
Post by Raz on Jun 27, 2017 18:02:42 GMT
Desmond hobbled along, leaning heavily on Lyvyne as they travelled. He stumbled and fell once on the way over when his left leg refused to step over a branch but other than that things were going well so far. He had directed their group through the forest until they had spotted a small cottage with a thatch roof covered in furs, a brick chimney poking through the hides ever so slightly. As they got closer it was easy to see through the disguise but from a ways off it doesn't look like a home but a freakish furry monster.
"Wait.."Croaked Desmond, he was looking quite poor. "Please, I've been stabbed and his friend won't survive much longer. We need the witch's help.." He said with his remaining strength. This young girl was not who he meant when he mentioned the witch. Perhaps she had taken one of her own potions and made her young again?
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Jun 27, 2017 18:19:30 GMT
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 27, 2017 18:19:30 GMT
"By Witch, you mean my mother." The bow-woman replies with disdain, clearly not liking the word 'witch' "She is dead." The bow-woman replies rather bluntly. If she was saddened by this fact, she is doing an excellent job at hiding her emotions. "She cannot help you beyond the grave. Begone."
"Wait!" Lyvyne cries out, she will not be pushed away while her friend is on the brink of dying. If this is the daughter of the Witch, she must know her magic too, right? "Are... You healer?" The bow-woman slightly lowers her weapon and looks at the Avalon curiously, it is not everyday you see one speaking human English. "Even if I was, what makes you think I would help?" She asks, not out of hostility but to urge her into what she has to offer. Lyvyne looks behind her to the Kveldulf carrying the large buck, meat still good to use. "We... Trade for healer?"
By this time, the bow-woman has lower her weapon completely and deemed that these are not another mob trying to chase her away or steal from her. For a second she ponders on the offer, which feels like hours due to the urgency everybody is in. Finally, she speaks. "Bring the wounded inside, your pack of mutts can bring your meat in the back door, it's wider." It is clear that this woman is not fond of people with how disrespectful she speaks of the Kveldulf and her scowling tone. Lyvyne does not think this person is a kind lady... But, she did not reject them.
Lyvyne smiles to Desmond hopefully, she is willing to help! She watches the woman leap down from the high branch and lands into a crouch gracefully before beckoning Cliff and Lyvyne to follow with the wounded inside the front entrance, the latter eagerly follows her closely.
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Jun 27, 2017 22:20:16 GMT
Post by jackygirl on Jun 27, 2017 22:20:16 GMT
(BTW if you want to control any of the Kvelduf except Cliff in your posts you can)
The Kvelduf had immediately gathered around Cliff and Big-Back when the archer spoke but relaxed when negotiations were done. "Mutts!" Big-Back growled despite the pain he was in. "I'll show her what a Kvelduf can do-" Cliff thumped him gently on the back. "No time for that brother we need to get you healed." Claw and Fang however are grinning. "I like her!" One said mischievously. "Not bad for a human." Agreed the other with a smirk. Cliff rolled his eyes, the twins were well know for their lust. "Shut it!" He growled. "I'll get Big-Back in the house, Red-Stripe you take care of the meat, Long-Arms get a perimeter set up." His pack hurried to obey Claw and Fang helping him carry Big-Back in the door to the witch's dwelling.
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Jun 28, 2017 9:09:32 GMT
Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 28, 2017 9:09:32 GMT
The inside of the Hut is actually... Cosy. Homely. It is a simple, large single room that houses enough space for everything. A bed in the far corner made from a well made wooden frame, the covers and pillow are straw wrapped inside a warm looking fur pelt. A black cauldron for cooking is place the the center of the opposite wall of the bed, shelves above the cauldron have containers filled with herbs and spices, though the bottom shelf containers house unusual ingredients, ones that are not edible or appear to be unappetising, clearly not intended for cooking. The rest of the furnishings include a chest of drawers, a table with two chairs on opposite sides of it, decorations of all sorts and a hanging lantern that is currently unlit. The place does not look like the home of a savage at all.
"Lay the boy on the bed." The woman instructs the Avalon and points to her destination, to which she quickly complies and lays Desmond very gently down, sitting on the floor beside his head. "And you lay the dog... On the floor here. He is far too weighty for the table." Big Back growls at the woman as he is laid down, clearly disliking her. "Get agitated with me if you must, I'm the one who can help those wounds whether you like it or not." She answers to the Kveldulf, not showing a hint of being intimidated. Lyvyne thinks she is either very brave or very arrogant... Possibly the latter... The other two Kveldulf, Claw and Fang, bring the buck inside the back way. "For the sake of your God's, do not bleed it on my floor!" the woman snaps at the two with how carelessly they are being with cleanliness. She sighs and begins to examine the two... Her facial expressions say all that Desmond and Big Back are fighting with the last of their Strength, it won't be long until their bodies give up the fight. "Your friend's injuries are the worst I've seen for quite some time... You are lucky to bring them in time." She comments as she stands up. "You may call me Lucia by the way, not that our time will be longer than this encounter." She murmurs as she walks to a satchel bag hanging near her bed, fishing through vials of differently coloured liquids. They give Lyvyne a strange feeling when looking at them, like she is looking at something beyond usual mortal means of creation...
Lucia pulls out two vials of a crimson red colour that almost looks like it would glow if the Hut was in complete darkness. "Let me speak frankly to you all." She addresses them all. "Your friends are on the brink of death, I would give them no less than an hour to live. But, these vials can reverse their wounds and will recover to full health after good rest... What you have offered me to trade is enough... But only for one vial." These words send the Kveldulf into an uproar, they feel outraged and cheated! A whole buck for only one tiny little vial! They growl, snarl and yell their protests. Lyvyne feels her heart sink into her stomach, that's not fair... the buck is worth a lot thanks to it's size, how fresh it still is and the amount of meat you can obtain from it. She feels just as cheated as the Kveldulf, but cannot be heard over the pack. "SHUT UP!" Lucia yells over them, instantly sick of their pouty little complaints. "You have no idea what I went through and how much effort I put into creating these vials! They don't grow on trees and it takes months to brew to perfection! Count yourself lucky I am willing to spare just one!" She says with a disgusted tone, she cannot believe how dimwitted and ungrateful they are being. But it wasn't unexpected.
They are now faced with an inevitable choice... Desmond or Big Back.
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Jun 29, 2017 4:36:43 GMT
Post by Raz on Jun 29, 2017 4:36:43 GMT
Desmond felt as though he were a puppet whose strings have been cut. Lyvyne had set him down on the table with such care. Lightly her brushed the tips of his fingers along the top of Lyvyne's hand. "Thank you." He murmured. He was beginning to lose feeling in the tips of his fingers and toes. It would only be a matter of time for it to creep into his arms and legs after that. Desmond waited expectantly for the witch to perform her magics to save their lives. Only for his last shred of hope, his last ounce of will to go on was crushed under the penny pinching boot heel of Lucia. He could see now why people tried to come after in mobs. Desmond looked at her not with anger or sadness but pity. How much must someone give in to their own avarice to get to this point he wondered. "To spare.." He whispered, "You say that as though there is someone else here that would need that medicine. I don't see the war raging in the fields outside...nor did I see a line waiting for your products..." He shook his head, he was wasting his breath. There was nothing to be said for a person so heavily invested in themselves and they alone.
Sadly Desmond sighs and lightly squeezes Lyvyne's hand. He looks up to her from hid table. "Give it to the wolf...I'm useless to you. I abandoned you when you were in danger. I don't deserve to travel with you. So..." He whispered again, "give it to him. He'd help you more than I ever could.."
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Jun 29, 2017 5:31:31 GMT
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 29, 2017 5:31:31 GMT
Lucia rolls her eyes at the dying boy's attempts to guilt trip her. "I do not expect you to understand, Desmond." She speaks in a calm, bored tone. The bigger mystery is how she knew is name, yet nobody has said it yet. "Believe it or not, but your village has been harassing me and my mother at the time she was alive for a long while, trying to drive me out with threats of violence and burning my home. It is only a matter of time before they turn into rabid animals they obviously are. These two vials." She holds them up for him to see. "Are the only ones I have which could possibly decide my fate should they attack. Quite frankly, why should I give you the second out of pity?" Lyvyne mulls on her words, could those villagers harassing Lucia be Thomas and his brainwashed rebels?... She's never seen large groups disappear in the months pass, so they must have been going in secret...
Desmond speaks, to which Lyvyne is about to tell him to reserve his strength... But her blood goes cold when he tells her to give up to the Kveldulf... He's guilty for abandoning her back there but what he does not realise is that she has already forgiven him. He's not a brave warrior or seasoned hunter, but just a young man trying to help out his family. It was okay to be scared in that moment while Lyvyne could have easily fled on her own. "No." She says to him firmly, showing she will not be swayed by his words. "You... Saved me and... my friend... I... Save you... Your friend. Lost one today... Never lose another." She says in her usual broken English, but the passion in her tone is clear. He's going to be saved, he will make it. She fight off the Kveldulf herself if they even try to take the vial for Big Back. She will feel guilty for doing this to the people that followed her... But she swore no loyalty to them, she would pick Desmond everytime, in any situation
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Jul 5, 2017 23:45:07 GMT
Post by Raz on Jul 5, 2017 23:45:07 GMT
Desmond, weakened though he is, quirks his brows when she mentions his name. "How...do you know who I am?" He grimaced and shook his head as a new wave of agony shoots through his abdomen. "Never mind that, it matters not. These actions that you accuse my people of," He held her gaze despite the eerily intimidating nature of her stare, "Regardless of the actual truth, my kin and I have never tried or thought to threaten you." He grunts and shakes his head as a new wave washes over him. Through gritted teeth he says, "For what reason would we threaten you? Your mother helped us in times of great need for fair trade. Some of the elders even tell stories of the kind witch of the wilds." A ragged breath slips past his lips as the pain ebbs for a moment, "No, we'd not do that...but Thomas might." He says thinking of that murderous bastard that's taken over the town. When she says that she requires those two vials to ensure her survival a ghost of a smile crosses his lips.
"Now you're just insulting me." He coughs, a wet sounding cough that quickly turns into a fit. He covers his mouth with his hand only for it to come away tinted with flecks of new blood when he's settled down. "You stared down a pack of enormous beasts with razor sharp claws and fangs by yourself and threatened them if they got closer. Unless you're brave to a fault I don't think you'd do that unless you felt confident you could either win or get away. Next to them a few poorly armed peasants are nothing." This girl was either beyond arrogant or knew for a fact she was the one with the advantage
When he turned his eyes to Lyvyne, he didn't know what to say. He had expected her to grudgingly agree with him at the very least. He couldn't understand why she was so devoted to helping him, especially after what he'd dragged her into. His brows quirked together, with parched lips he asked, "Are you certain?" His eyes shifted to the wolves and quieter he said, "They might try to harm you if you choose me Ly..." He looked up into her eyes, pleading. "Please...I don't want you getting hurt just for me.." His voice was growing weaker and his hand wavered as it reached to touch her arm.
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Jul 6, 2017 8:43:22 GMT
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jul 6, 2017 8:43:22 GMT
Lucia completely ignores his demands on how she knows him, stone walling the question and focusing on the matter at hand. "You mean the tales of the Witch of the Wild where the dreaded hag lures children into her woods so she can devour them? Yes, my mother found that one most amusing for some reason. Do not butter me up with praise and compliments, my mother was a wretched old bat who hated people, she only traded to survive." Lucia replies with dry sarcasm. "whether it was people you associated with or not, they were most definitely from your village." Her tone is clear that she is beginning to lose patience. "You have two injured and carrying a massive buck, you had no intentions of harming me and I knew this which is why I was so brazen. You are the one insulting me by not even considering that I have the intelligence to work that out. Like I said, I don't expect you to understand."
Lyvyne nods to Desmond with steadfast passion in her eyes, she is not changing her mind in this situation. She made the choice and will see it through, even if the Kveldulf kill her in the process, she will not lose him. "I am certain." She says confidently. "Sorry to interrupt a touching moment, but we need to--" Lucia begins, but voices outside of the Hut causes her to stop short. There's yelling, angry voices that sound all too familiar for the group. The Witch curses her luck and moves to the front door. "Wait here. Do not come out under any circumstances." She says as she leaves through the door and closes it behind her. In front of her home a few feet away, a small mob has gathered that are a part of the rebelling villagers, Thomas is not among them. A canopy of voices at different volumes from shouting to hushed whispers begin speaking all at once.
"That's her! Filthy Witch!" "Hush your voice, she will curse you!" "Where are the monsters!?" "You're hiding them!" "She's pure evil. Burn her and her home."
"What do you want?" Lucia says with a scowl, but wary. She believes her earlier predictions have come true and these people will no longer hold back. "We know you're hiding those creatures, evil always work hand in hand. We're here to be rid of it!" Lucia rolls her eyes, putting on the act of exasperation and boredom while she hand stealthily moves her hand towards her pouch of powder on the back of her belt. "Yes, because I know magic, I must be evil. No? I am not housing any refugees, human or other. Now begone, I have things to do over arguing with the insane." Either the villagers are on a very short fuse or extremely jumpy, because the Witch's words causes one Rebel to lunge forward to attack her with his makeshift weapon. "Ryan no!" the seemingly ringleader of this merry little band cries out and tries to grab his companion back. "Ignorant bitch! You will tell us." Lucia reacts fast, a fistful of the powder is flung into the man's face and temporarily blinds him, causing him to stop in his tracks. It gives her enough time to focus on the powder and her mind begins to fill with corrosion and decomposition. She must be a very adept mage as the powder reacts as fast as she thinks this, turning into a powerful acid that bubbles and steams on the man's face. He screams in terror and pain as the skin is peeled off and flesh eaten away, his eyes melt from their sockets as he drops to his knees, then onto his back. It a quick, painful death. "I told you. Begone." She speaks again, this time with a threatening venom in her voice.
Now all full of fear from the horrific death of their friend and the power of this Witch, they all attack. Lucia withdraws her dagger and more powder. She won't be able to fight them all off, but she can damn well defend herself until the end.
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Post by Bip on Jul 15, 2017 1:14:40 GMT
I walked around the village, bored to death. Same as always, Father would be at home drinking some booze he bought from a poor market, villagers would look at me in disgust when I yell at him to stop drinking, it is all the same. However, as I walked home I was surprised to see an interesting event about to fold out. So maybe it was a little different. I walked over and hid behind some bushes, watching the witch stare at the aliens and...human? I wasn't sure but whatever the case this was going to be good. Raz DodoDestroyer [/i][/i]
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Jul 15, 2017 15:03:37 GMT
Post by Shift on Jul 15, 2017 15:03:37 GMT
Two Days Ago Three consecutive arrows: One to the horse, one to the merchant's head and another to his heart. Dorian had reacted fast, as he dove behind a fallen log, holding a shield as cover for the dive. The bandits then began to show themselves, half carrying bows with the others swords. An arrow flew past him, becoming lodged withing the trunk of a tree behind him. Dorian's eyes flickered to the corpse of the merchant, laying lifeless on the worn pathway. The merchant had insisted upon taking a shortcut through one of the known bandit territories, arguing "It was probably cleared out already by some other mercenary." As much as Dorian wanted to believe the merchant, he had his doubts, and as it turns out, those doubts were correct. Dodging past a few arrows, Dorian sprinted directly into an archer, knocking him aside, then proceeded to swing his sword at the neighboring swordsman, ducking before slashing at the surrounding ankles of the bandits. He took a glance at the back, where he noticed archers nocking their arrows and aiming directly for him. Dorian moved for the overturned carriage for cover, and scanning the wreck to see if there was anything of use. There was some bread, booze, some maps, gold, bows and arrows, a couple of swords, and some icillium dust as well. Grasping the bow and a few arrows, he aimed at the nearest one and let go, sending the arrow flying towards the bandit, piercing him. Another arrow came down, followed by another, this time from the opposers. These arrows landed near him, and so as the archers took another arrow, Dorian took an arrow and shot it back at them. One left. As he aimed the bow, he heard a twig snap behind him. He whirled around, standing face to face with multiple bandits. "Suprise, suprise!" Said a bandit as he raised his sword, only to be shot at point blank with the arrow. He rolled to the side, picking up his sword and shield. He circled around the bandit, keeping his shield up. He took note of the archer, who seemed to be having an internal argument with himself whether or not he should flee. The swordsman charged with a rapier in hand, trying to catch him off guard. Dorian stood still. The bandit charged, aiming for the heart... but as he entered melee range, he backed off, probably thinking of foul play. Using this time of indecision to his advantage, Dorian slid torward the bandit, knocking him off balance, and slashed with his sword. He looked over at the spot of the archer, where there stood a man, with bow and arrow on the floor. "I... I surrender! Please! Don't hurt me! I have a son, im Oxford right now! He's expecting me, I don't want to leave him alone. I'll... I'll kick these away, and never fight again." The man pleaded, eyes tearing up. Dorian stared at the man, and then sighed. "Fine. Just don't steal again." He looked at the carriage beside him. Couldn't he take it? After all, he's dead, so Dorian wouldn't need to face the law. He looked back at the man, who seemed to be unsure of whether or not he should leave. Without a word, Dorian leaned into the carriage, and came out holding a sack of coins. He tossed them at the man, who confusedly accepted. Before the man could have any say, Dorian responded, this time with more cheer in his voice. "It's mine. There should be enough to at least get yourself a bed for a while. Don't worry, I don't need it." He smiled at the man, which looked friendly at first glance, but after witnessing the battle, you'd wonder. The man accepted profusely, repeatedly saying sorry until he left. Left to his own devices, he rested, before scavenging what he could find on the carriage. Then, he walked torwards the nearest town, leaving behind a miniature battleground in his wake. Present Day
Sunlight streamed through the leaves of the forest, as Dorian chomped down on a piece of bread from the carriage. It's been two days since the merchant was killed, along with the horse, and possibly dozens of bandits, and he was reasonably close to civilization. It was suprisingly tranquil and peaceful. At least, it was. He could faintly hear yelling. On one hand, it's a sign of civilization, on the other, what are they yelling at? And which one's the aggressor? He packed his bags and moved forward, keeping his hand on his sword. After a short five minutes, he arrived. He took note of the hut... and the mob. He observed the situation, staying behind a tree. He listened closely. So the mob's from a village, and want to burn down the witch's home, because she's "pure evil". There was one thing they mentioned that's quite interesting: what do they mean by creatures. Do they mean the Ankari or the other species? ' How much of this is just the talk of village idiots and rascists, and how much is true?' Dorian thought to himself, watching intently. Suddenly, one charges... and suffers a horrible death. Well, she's definitely a witch. That much is for sure. Dorian instinctively starts to moves forward to attack, but stops himself from actually moving. He can't attack, he needs to know more, and he definitely can't try and stop them. Dorian notices a kid hiding in the bushes, watching as well. Maybe he knows something? He moves torwards the bushes, near the boy, and asks him something. "Hey, you? Do you have any idea what's happening?".
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Jul 15, 2017 20:36:51 GMT
Post by Bip on Jul 15, 2017 20:36:51 GMT
Cameron looked at the young man. Great... "Oh I know even though I just got here a minute ago." He said sarcastically. Ignoring the man he looked out to the scene. Bet dad is passed out by now....wonder what mess I will come home to next?
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Jul 15, 2017 21:18:13 GMT
Post by Shift on Jul 15, 2017 21:18:13 GMT
Dorian glanced at the kid beside him with a smirk. "Wow. You're so helpful." He deadpanned, looking back at the scene.
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Jul 15, 2017 22:53:16 GMT
Post by Bip on Jul 15, 2017 22:53:16 GMT
Cameron looked at Dorian. " I know right? Your welcome." He retorted. when is this battle gonna start? Bored he decided to look closely at the annoying man. "Mercenary...Pfft." He muttered. Although he said this, he did have a little respect for him, not that he would ever admit it. This got him thinking about his mom...
[Ten years ago] Cameron waited for his mom to come home, sitting on their tiny porch. He had been sick for a few months with a bad sickness. It had already killed 25% of their tiny village. But no matter how sick he was he always sat on the porch waiting for his mom to return home from work. She was an experienced mercenary and he always admired her. "Ugh...*cough* *cough*" His mom was taking longer than usual and his body needed to go rest. Just before his dad decided he would have to drag his son inside to make him rest, the sandy haired woman walked up the drive way. "Momma!" He cried opening arms. The woman picked him up, ignoring his few tiny coughs. As she sat him down in bed, he noticed she seemed a little more nervous, skittish. "Honey you have a fever...Darol why don't you get him a wet rag?" She called to her husband while her hand lay on her son's fore head. As he left the room, she pulled out a green liquid tube from her bag. "Cameron, this is going to make you feel better, but if anyone asks don't tell them I gave you this." She whispered giving him the tube. "Drink it all" He did as he was told. As she said, a few days later he miraculously felt better. Everything was good. But one day they got a knock on the door. "Does Stacy Holywid live here?" An Ankari asked, his voice deep, his comrades behind him with guns. Stacy went to the door and said, "This is she..." Before anyone could move, the alien said, "You have been found guilty for stealing medicine that is not allowed for human intake. Your sentence....Death." And his comrades fired. She fell to the ground in their doorway, in front of her husband and child. The aliens leaved, without any thought of what they had just done. Cameron's wails could be heard for miles, and her husband's misery could be seen for years. Cameron became hostile, no longer a sweet little boy. Darol, a once loving father became a drunkard. And no one cared.
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Jul 15, 2017 23:24:44 GMT
Post by DodoDestroyer on Jul 15, 2017 23:24:44 GMT
It's a failing battle from the start. Lucia the Witch fights back the best she can. Burning one village by combusting her powder as she spray it upon them and Slashing another on their cheek, but she is overwhelmed quickly. They grab her arms and drag her to the centre of their group, she kicks and thrashes the whole way in a futile attempt to escape. She is forced to her knees and the ring leader holds a knife under her chin, pressed against the delicate skin of her neck. "Just as I thought. An evil murdering bitch!" He snarls in her face, spittle hitting her cheek. "Come to think of it, you're the one wishing the burn my home and tried to kill me first. Doesn't that make you the murd-" Her snark is shut up with a slap across her cheek. She huffs as a response, ignoring the stinging pain from the slap. "Oh? Take pleasure in harming a helpless woman?" She continues her jeers. If she's gonna die by their hands, she won't do it begging for her life. "Shut up! I know you're helping those monsters! Where are they!?" The Witch shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly, causing her captor to press the blade harder until it draw a trickle of blood. "Burn the Hut." He orders one of the villagers with a torch, causing the Witch to glare at them with a sneer. "You're making a fatal mistake."
As if on que, an animalistic growl emits inside the Hut and causes the torch wielder to falter. This is his first and final error. The door bursts off it's hinges and smacks into the torch man, sending both flying a few feet until crashing on the ground. Claw and Fang rush out, under orders to defend the Witch from her captors and keep her alive, so she can administer treatment to their injured comrade. They slash their claws and bite at the rebels with intent to kill, the ones holding Lucia lose their nerve and let go of her arms. She takes the opportunity to push the knife away from her throat and punch the ringleader in the face, whose attention was on the rampaging Kveldulf. He stumbles into the vicinity of Fang, who is quick to sink his fangs into his neck and tear out his throat. Lucia instinctively turns her head away from the savagery, feeling the bile in her stomach bubble and threaten to travel up her gullet and out of her mouth. She's never seen much violence in her lifetime, and these Kveldulf ripping villagers apart was difficult to witness. She keeps her eyes elsewhere until the chaos is over. She stands to her shaky feet, pale as a sheet. "Th-thank you.." She says weakly, which stops her saying anything more before gathering herself. "Thank you." This time, in a more confident tone. "I am certain I would be dead if it wasn't for you intervention. Therefore..." she pulls both vials out. "I feel a debt must be paid and since you basically killed the ones after me, I have no excuse to keep the second now." She beckons them back into the Hut, but looks at her now broken door with a dissatisfied look. "The dramatic entrance was not needed." She comments in her usual snark and the trio enter the Hut.
Ten minutes pass, Lucia is done treating both with the healing potion and cleaning their wounds up. The two lay down, Desmond on the bed and Big Back on the floor beside him with a blanket underneath him. She stands up, wiping her bloodied hands clean with a cloth. "They need rest and later something to eat, but your friends will make a stable recovery." She states emotionlessly, she didn't do this out of compassion after all. Lyvyne feels relieved, a wash of happiness. Her friend will live and she wouldn't have to betray the Kveldulf. She holds his hand tightly with both of her own, still kneeling at his bedside. The emotions she is feeling clear on her expression. "You... Are safe." She whispers in his language. She turns to the Witch and bows her head respectively. "Thank you." Lucia in turn, looks a little off guard. Nobody has ever thanked her for healing before, nor did they thank her mother. She was unprepared for these sudden manners. "You're... Welcome. But I did not do this out of kindness." She says defensively, unable to bring about her usual snark due to this surprise attack.
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Jul 16, 2017 0:07:40 GMT
Post by Bip on Jul 16, 2017 0:07:40 GMT
Cameron watched the battle. Part of him wished he could join in, eager for blood. But another part of him wished it would stop. The horror made feel uneasy, and this made him more appreciative of his mother. As the witch went in with some of the people, he stood there dumbfounded. He thought those people were the witch's enemy? Glancing back at the mercenary beside him, he the creeped up to the hut's window. Peering through he watched the scene. The alien seemed to have feelings for the man. "Bleh, man and alien should not be together." He muttered.
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Jul 16, 2017 0:41:27 GMT
Post by Shift on Jul 16, 2017 0:41:27 GMT
Dorian watched as the fight ended, which was quick. He's met Kveldulf before, and they were great fighters. That proved something though. That mob was talking about the Kveldulf when they said "monster". He knew that many actively hated the Ankari and their allies, while others accepted them. As for Dorian, while the way the Ankari run places is something he dislikes, particularly the slavery, the specie of the them seem fine. From the ones he's met, they act similar to humans, in the fact that some are nice and generous, while others are murderers and insane. The boy next to him had left to look through the window. Hopefully the Kveldulf inside don't smell him, and if they do, let's hope they don't get easily aggravated, or else they won't like him.
Dorian snook to a closer tree from which he could see through the window, but still farther from it than the kid and less likely to get spot. From what he could see, the women from earlier was healing two injured: A Kveldulf and a human. There also seemed to be an Avalon in there as well, looking over the human, who seemed to be her friend. Dorian strained to hear, but he remembered something. He went through his satchel, trying to find it. Finally, he did: the owder from the carriage. He hadn't used it yet, and it seemed like enough to last a while, longer if he rations it. He took a handful out, and put it over his ear. He concentrated hard, and for a few moments he thought it did nothing and he was making a fool of himself, until he heard it. His hearing increased, allowing him to hear the breath of everyone around him. He listened in to the cabin from his tree.
It seemed the Kveldulf, Avalon, and human were friends. Not the most common group. Polite too, as he heard a female voice, the Avalon, thank the witch, who doesn't seem to be used to manners. He also heard a soft muttering. It took him a bit to realize the voice was that of the boy from earlier. It seemed he had a problem with the alien and man. Interesting.
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Jul 16, 2017 22:23:31 GMT
Post by Raz on Jul 16, 2017 22:23:31 GMT
Desmond heard shouts and screams coming from outside. It was incomprehensible, things moved fast while he was stuck. It was as though he were moving through molasses. The wolves had gone out with Lucia and then they came back, some of them bloody from wounds, most of them were bloody from wounds they inflicted. His heart hurt that it had come down to this. More of his people were dead and nothing of value has been gained. The others are speaking but he couldn't tell what it was, it was like he was hearing them through water. Lucia approached him and gave him some of the potion, she also bandaged up his wounds. Lyvyne takes his hand and he gives a little squeeze to show he knew she had saved him. "Thank you...thank you both." He said looking from Ly to Lucia. He tried sitting up to see what had become of the Kveldulf.
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Jul 18, 2017 19:02:22 GMT
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jul 18, 2017 19:02:22 GMT
"Yes well, you can thank me by..." Lucia says and lightly pushes Desmond back down onto the bed. "...resting and saving me the trouble of treating the wounds you would open back up by moving too much." She has recovered the usual snark after being thanked for her efforts. She crouches down and checks over Claw and Fang, who received minor wounds from the fight. Lyvyne focuses on Desmond and ignoring the rest in the room, while she is happy about her human friend's survival, she is taking Lucia's words seriously and is sure that he doesn't move around too much. She sees a flash of sadness across his face when the Kveldulf and Witch entered the Hut again, covered in the aftermath of a fight and she is concerned for him. "Are you okay?" She asks him lightly. The Hut is finally in a moment of peace and unity, tensions were high about the single vial from before and bitter with the Witch's previously unfair deal but that has been forgotten for the time being, it is also clear that the woman does not fear the Kveldulf or Avalon in her home. Perhaps she knows how it feels to be treated like a monster and would be a hypocrite if she treats them with the same prejudice.
Lucia notices one of the Kveldulf she is treating starts to sniff the air and growl towards the window, furrowing her brows in suspicion before turning to look in that direction, spotting two little peeping toms at the window, two that were not a part of the bloodthirsty mob but also two she does not recognise. "Lovely. Are we having a second wave to finish the job or just onlookers that love the sight of violence?" She says sarcastically to no one in particular, shaking her head. "Can I help you? It is rude to peer into somebody's home." She asks them snidely through the window, her voice can be heard due to the lack of a door, which she still hasn't forgiven the Kveldulf for destroying.
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Jul 18, 2017 19:31:14 GMT
Post by Shift on Jul 18, 2017 19:31:14 GMT
Dorian rose swiftly, showing no fear or hesitation as he did so. He rose his hands, the iversal sign for showing no intent at violence. "I'm sorry for the intrusion of privacy. My name is Dorian, and I noticed the mob outside. I'm new around here, having only arrived a few moments ago. I didn't wish to intervene in the fight, as I had no idea as to who were in the right. I didn't want to waltz into hostile territory." He slowly moved closer. He glanced at the kid, trying to figure out his reasoning. "As for the boy, I just met him a bit ago." He gave a warming smile at the the peering resident.
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Jul 19, 2017 0:18:09 GMT
Post by Bip on Jul 19, 2017 0:18:09 GMT
Cameron listened as Dorian stated his excuse. Huh... "I am Cameron. I was just walking by and well...lets just say I love the smell of blood." He smirked, his ego showing. "Oh by the way, witch well done! I thought you were gonna be some old hag who stank like boiled eggs. Never thought you would be able to teach a lesson to those fools." He laughed. The teenager briefly stopped then straightened up and turned to Dorian. His expression briefly darkened, but he quickly recovered himself. "I have experience with mercenaries like you..." He wanted to say 'did ya know my ma?' but decided against it. Cameron didn't even pay attention to the alien(s?), it wasn't worth his time, but he did narrow his eyes at her a few times.
(occ: I am so confused...Are kveldulf aliens? I thought the aliens were called ankari?)
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