Location: Human Village [@Psyker Landshark][@VitaVitaAR] [hr] “Rikard and Rhea, I believe those two names were.” Giles replied. “I am unsure of that Alchemist's name. She remained in the building at all times, though we were grateful she helped show us how to make decent fertilizers and healing elixirs.” He glanced towards the underground fields nearby, the pale light of a silver lantern shimmering. “...for what good it does down here.” Giles brushed a strand of loose, scraggly hair from his field of vision as Aleksia spoke. “You’ll forgive me if I’m once more skeptical.” He glanced in her direction. “But I have no reason to stop you from trying. If its that city you want information on, well…” He hesitated, glancing towards the massive, deceased beast not too far away. “All I can tell you is stories I’ve heard from my parents, and they, by their parents.” He fixed both the vampires with a studious gaze. “A cursed city…the place the undead scourge first took claim on their path of conquest. We’ve been told to stay away from it no matter what. Hordes of beasts, mutated and savagely mutated from curses and the fell power of the undead roam its streets while undead will seek to make you another number in their horde. A massive skeletal creature watches over the gate, keeping any from coming in.” He hesitated slightly before continuing. “My mom used to tell me that the Paladins left something there, buried far underground when they fled during the vampiric takeover. A source of divine power, they say. I wish I could tell you more for your help, but anything else would be mere legend, rumor, or speculation.” He’d clear his throat. “That aside…please, before doing anything else let me extend some hospitality as thanks. I’m sure you travelers are exhausted from the road. We do not have much in the way of food but I will personally see to it you and your friends are given accommodations as best as we can handle.” Location: Human Village, Riverside [@Pyromania99][@Click This][@Asuras] [hr] “You serious?! A vampire? Beasts in the tunnels? Is everyone alright!?” Julene shouted, upon hearing Luna’s account of what happened in the tunnels. She almost looked as though she was about to run off and help, but upon seeing some people tentatively leave their homes, she’d sigh tiredly, looking towards Akyasha. “Tch...I should go help with repairs...but, I reckon if you’re here and the people are leavin’ its been taken care of.” She’d fold her arms across her chest. “Julene. Just…Julene. Only soul here who has any backbone.” She’d huff, glancing down the street towards the rest of the houses and people. “...not that I can blame ‘em. People here are too scared. What can a man do against a beast that can rip metal in half and all that.” She turned her head towards Giselle. “I try. Someone has to. Its not perfect, but with a lack of materials or skilled help its about all I can really do on my own.” She’d smirk, seemingly a bit proud of what she had created. “I think its good though. Lets me see anywhere in the village. With some properly aimed shots I can hit some barrels i’ve stashed across the tree line. Blows any beastie up before it even gets a chance to get here, heh. Only reason I wasn’t there now…well…I was out by the river tryin’ to figure out where our Undead problem’s coming from now.” She’d take her blade back from Giselle. “Thanks…uh, you all want something to eat or something. Ain’t got much but I got some vegetables and…well, some people here balk at it but the beast meat ain’t bad if ya cook it right.” The Gorebat Akyasha sent of returned, alighting on her shoulder. [i][color=ed145b]"Cold. Underground with steel man. Heading forest. Unsure. Found something below."[/color][/i] Location: Forest of Beasts [@crimson Paladin] [hr] “Oh that old place?” The witch replied. “Hmm…now that I look at you, you look as though you crawled right out of that weathered sea yourself.” She frowned, studying Argus quietly. “I’m curious as to why you want to know about it. That is no place for men…but I guess you are no normal man, are you?” Faster than Argus could react to, the witch struck out with her hand, the sharp point on her ring piercing his hand, covering the end of the bone in the sweet, ichorious blood that ran through his veins. “Hmm, yes yes, I see,” She’d say, licking the ring, not seeming to mind or even register that she had just possibly done something to offend him. “Vampire, aren’t you? That is the third one I’ve had the misfortune of meeting. A vial of your blood will suffice as payment and I’ll tell you everything that I know about it. I believe that is an acceptable term. Vampire blood could be an excellent reagent for some more…esoteric potions.”