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Interacting with Ryleth @Legion02


The howls of the wolves upset her children. The summons of Alexina’s pets were able to penetrate even the deepest part of the castle. Caws, howls, and the sob of a woman tried to answer the call of the wolves. But a few soothing words calmed them down, save the creature crying with a voice of a woman. It came from one of the large covered cages in the corner. It pained Ang beyond belief to have to trap her children so. But they sometimes children needed adjustment time, time for their bodies to ‘settle’.

Every inch of Ang’s bed was covered with creatures of feather, fur, skin or something in between. As all children, her’s were soothed by their mothers presents and soon lulled back into a peaceful slumber.

Hardly a half hour passed before a heavy mental thunk riled every one up again. Although this time, her creatures were not to easily soothed. “Alright, I’m getting up my darlings,” she said, standing and brushing all manner of creatures off her naked form.

She reached down and pulled a robe carefully out from under one of the few still snoozing creatures. A great ball of fur with a tail that never stopped moving. The furry creature looked at her with far too human of eyes, before rolling back over and willing itself to sleep. “Really M’love, you’ll have to stop sulking sooner or later,” She muttered, rolling her eyes at her insolent child. Pulling her robe over her shoulders, she left to find something that would satisfy her poor children. Perhaps as snack.

As she opened the door, a few of the more clever, speedy ones followed her out, vanishing into the shadowy corners of the castle. Her eyes watched them flee until they stopped upon the back of a certain warlock, heading down to his own private lair.

Was that you causing all that trouble m’dear,” Said Ang creeping up behind the man, pressing her chest to his back and sliding her arm around his waist, ignoring the rapidly cooling body in his arms. “Getting up to all sorts of silly mischief? How naughty of you,”

Are you going to use all of that?” She said, her free hand reaching out to caress the corpses face, her nails tracing a pattern through the blood that was slowly drying.

She didn’t have much use for a corpse for her own magic, but her children were hungry.

Interacting with Bobby @Aerandir and Lyra @hotsyrup


The entrance of the injured hunter was like kicking the hornet's nest. All around people sprung into action. Some running to help the man, some running towards the danger the man was running from. Emiliah caught sight of the man’s face while he was laid out on the table. A flicker of recognition ate at the back of her mind, but the name utterly escaped her.

She was rotten when it came to healing. Every hunter knew the basics, keep it clean, pressure. Basically enough to keep oneself (and others) alive long enough to seek actual help. She probably could have made more of an effort to aid the healer, but there were plenty of others far more capable of helping.

A few left the Tavern to head out to assess the risk, but Emiliah was far more keen to see what she was facing before charging at it head on. The best way to figure that out, was to wait for the hunter to awaken enough to tell them. Besides, it was clear that whatever it was wasn’t waiting for them just outside the tavern. In a town of hunters, for any magical creature to step foot in it would be near suicide.

“Can you help me with something? There’s this… man and I’m… worried.” Emiliah tore her eyes away from the unconscious man, her eye focusing on the pretty girl hoovering near Bobby’s shoulder. An uncomfortable icy feeling spread from her stomach throughout her body as the girl spoke. Emiliah has been in enough taverns to know that a few things could worry a girl there, none of them good.

Before Bobby could respond, Emiliah teacher out a hand, grasping the girls arm and gently pulling her out of the crowd. “Hey Bobby, I got this, you keep your tavern from getting too many blood stains,”

“Whatever ye day Lass, but ‘m right here is ya need anything”

He gave a finally look towards the trio, before muttering something and turning back to the scene at hand.

Lyra? It’s Lyra right?” Said Emiliah quickly, she remembered running into the girl earlier in the week. “I’m Emiliah, we met earlier. What seems to be the problem?

A loud thunk echoed around the room. The man’s injured figure had managed to slip from the table and straight into the lap of the healer. In an instant the face clicked in her mind. “Fucking Flint,” she whispered just loud enough for the girl to hear.



Talking with Celosia@Kitty and Mat
@TheDoctor


A loud crack echoed through the air and Taran’s vision flashed dark. By the time he had blinked away the blackness threatening to force him unconsciousness, his was already off his feet, laying amongst the foliage. His head and side throbbed from the impact, but couldn't compare with the sharp pain radiating from his wrist that had reached out to stop his fall. It felt...wrong, icy and hot. Taran couldn't bring himself to look at it as he laid in the dirt a moment longer, trying to get his lungs to stop rejecting the air he brought in.

The world still sounded very far away when, with a great deal of effort, Taran pulled himself into a sitting position. His wrist smarting with every move he made, an attempt to move his fingers informed him that the fingers on his left hand were no longer capable of that action. In the distance, the sounds of the...somethings...were rattling far too close for comfort.

It was only then that Taran saw the what, more like who, he’d run into. Sprawled nearly on top of him was a human figure. A quick scan of the man confirmed that this creature was the second worst thing Taran could have run directly into. A hunter. It took every ounce of will power to not to something foolish, like set the forest and this human aflame. The rattling sound grew louder, reminding Taran that there were things worst than hunters in the word. If only just.

A part of him was tempted to just leave the human there. After all, a dead hunter was better than a dead witch. But doing so felt the same murder. Hunter or not, he was human. A living person doing what he thought was the right thing. All of the contradicting thoughts shot through his head at a mile a minute, before settling on the only choice he could live with.

Taking a deep breath, Taran pulled himself to his feet, keeping his injured wrist pulled close to his chest. “Can you stand?” he said quickly, offering out his uninjured hand. The adrenaline and urge to run from before returning as the sound of the undead grew closer, muting the pain. That would be the deciding factor. If he was too injured to walk well... neither of them were strong enough to carry the hunter out. It also helped that hunter were good at killing monsters.

If worse came to worse, the hunter could slow the monsters down.




talking with Celosia@Kitty


The shadows of the forest had all but disappeared, despite it not being so far passed high noon. There was a wrongness about the forest, the danger flicking in and out of sight, like an itch you can feel but not find. Taran’s paced quickened, the urge to flee whatever was coming was nearly all powerful. But running...Running felt like a rabbit, like the mere effort to escape is what would draw the fox.

Small flecks of embers flashed in Taran’t peripheral vision as a fluttering ball of fire swam in front of his eyes, startling him and slowing his pace to a stop. It was obvious where the flame creature had come from. There could only be so many flame witches in a single forest.

The fire creature was so much more delicate and intricate than anything he could create. The wings were flames that were nearly translucent, yet filled with brilliant oranges and reds. The creature’s very center was filled with hot white flames that faded into deep purple.

The worry fell from Taran’s face as he reached out to the flamebeast, mesmerized by its beauty. One of his hands reached out to stroke it's delicate wing, causing a warm, fluttering to dance across his finger tips.

And just like that, the warmth vanished, returning to the hand of it’s master. Taking with it the distraction of the wrongness of the woods.

I cannot promise you that any of your demands can and will be met,” Said Taran quickly, as thought explaining something obvious. “You can meet with Alexina, she will at least listen to what you require. Nobody will make you stay if you don’t like what she has to tell you,”

The anxiety that had been building in the pit of his stomach suddenly spread though his arms and legs. “I-It’s Taran. My name...We shouldn’t...We can’t. We can’t be here anymore,” There was a sudden shout of the village, the scream of a man. The town had filled with fog that was slowly seeping into the woods around them. Without much of a warning, nor a glance back, Taran took off, the fog ever nipping at his ankles.

Brought to you by Ellion and @Aerandir




Hunters
The Diary Of Father Nab

...It has been debated heavily amongst scholars about the exact origins of hunters. Surely anyone can (and many do) pick up a sword and run into battle. There are thousand of corpses that prove this fact. But the question remains, what makes the difference between a true hunter and fool with a sword. Father Tav theorizes that it is a mixture of luck, skill and determination (in that order) . There are many would agree with him, indeed this writer assumes that most of humanity holds this view (there would be a great many less dead fools otherwise). However, Father Huggs has noticed an interesting pattern. That a great many notable hunters born outside of ‘hunter clans’ and all seem to have been born under the blood moon……




And now….Flint


Finding a mate...Well good luck with--” The door of the tavern slammed open, groaning as its massive weight bounced off the wall, cutting off Emiliah’s sentence. The sound startled and drew the attention of the most of patrons. Even though a big shot slamming open the door was a fairly common occurrence. There was always someone who thought their message was worth the attention of everyone. Sometimes they were right in thinking so.

Following the door was a rather...Nondescript man. He was of average size and build and wore a red half cloak that showed the clear signs of ‘having seen some stuff’. The man carried his weapon as thought he was expecting a fight or had just come from one. Judging by his appearance it was the latter.

His face was covered in a collection of small cuts and bruises, common injuries from running through the thick woods that surrounded Seren’s Folly from every direction, save the few narrow roads in and out. The quake in his step alluded to having come a far distance. The closer he got, the more extensive his injuries became. Scarlett drops scatter across the floor from a deep gash on his forearm that held up his bow.

“Bobby-” His voice was hoarse, breathless. “We’ve got- got a slight problem ,” The door slammed behind the man, knocking whatever strength he had been holding. He collapsed to the floor. A monster of a wolf that had enter behind him crouched next to the fallen man, lapping at his injuries, trying to revive his human.

Bobby stopped his conversation as he maneuvered behind his bar to get a better look at who called him from the door. His eyes wide seeing the boy collapsing to the floor. “EY!” he bellowed. “What you all waiting for? Pick the lad up! Soph! We need some towels!” He limped around the bar as he noticed nobody was moving. “Well come on you Idjits! Quickly now. Up on the table. Don’t want him bleedin’ all over my floor!”




Talking with Celosia@Kitty




Think what you will, but I assure you that this was not the coven's doing. That may have been the old way that things were done, but Mistress Alexina is changing that,” He said, watching the witch carefully, less he need to flee her wrath. “It is an unspeakable evil that your village was caught in the crossfire of the coven’s growing pains. But I can assure that every one of those foolish enough to have attacked your village will pay back every drop of blood they have spilled,

In the distance, the ringing had stopped. Although the caravan of humans seemed to have been riled into action by the noise. Their numbers and weapons were apparent, even from this distance and spelled out only one thing. That it would be absolute maddeness to stay. ” It’s a tiny offering, I know. But you will have safety in the coven. You’ll have people that know the you you couldn’t be before and value you all the same,” He watched the witch pace to him and back to the depths of her cave.

I know I am the last person you will want to hear this from, but there is nothing left for you here. Every soul that once resided in this village has been released by the flames that burned it to the ground. So I ask again, will you come back with me? Let us prove that we aren’t the monsters a few of our….members want us to be," Taran stood just outside the cave a moment longer.

The lone witch rarely survives the night, if I have not convinced you now, hopefully you will think on it, With a last look towards the ashy remains of the city, Taran turned and started heading away from the witch. The fox stood a moment longer, nosing at the dirt, before following his charge.


Interacting with Bobby @Aerandir and sorta with Andvari @Fetzen and Sanjin @ghastlyInc




The rough texture of the man’s arm offered hand engulfed not only her hand, but a portion of her forearm as well. All the while, the tavern begin to fill with all sorts. The cheerful few who had not heard, witnessed or cared about Goldencrest started to water down the somber tone of the night thus far. Leaving the tavern with a very run mill sort of night. It wouldn’t be a night where the drinks flowed till everyone crashed under the tables and the oldest hunter told long winded (somewhat believable) stories about the ‘Golden Days of Hunter’. Nor did it seem that the horrors would be allowed to dictate the full mood much longer.

My name is Emilah,” She said finally, watching the Andvari drink deeply from the mead Bobby knowingly poured. Clearly Bobby knew of this man if he was so bold as to offer the unasked for drink. He must have been one of the ‘good’ ones for Bobby to make such an effort with the drinks. Before the conversation could continue, a third voice joined the conversation.

Emiliah could hear the man long before she could see him. The much small hunter had most of his body blocked out by Andvari’s much larger form.
"You stink of the road mister! If you don’t bathe properly the prey will notice you. ....and then you'll die...I'm Sanjin, do you have work?"

Straining slightly to see the face of owner of the voice around the giants figure, Emiliah saw a man. He was much smaller than Andvari (although who wasn’t), with a mess of scarlet hair. His clothing was not so out of place at the tavern, save the mask strapped to his hip, proclaiming him to be one of the ‘pack’.

She wasn’t unfamiliar with the pack. If you stayed Seren’s Folly long enough you were bound to run into a least a few. They tended to travel together and, as her father put it were, ‘An odd wiley bunch, but good enough when the real enemy is breathing down yer back,’. She had only hunted with them a few times, but they always seemed well enough. If a bit enthusic at times.

"I'm surprised to see a member of The Pack so far North this late in the year, Said Emiliah, watching the boy bounce on his heels. It was clear by several of the hunter's around responses that very few had exposure to members of the pack.


Creeping on Mat@TheDoctor and everyone else in Goldencrest (why are you there??) and talking with Celosia@Kitty



Earlier….

The howling of the wolves in an otherwise silent night roused many of the castle’s diurnal inhabitants and drew the eyes of the ones that worshiped the night.

Standing in the courtyard was Alexina’s pack of wolves. Huge beasts that that could rise above the height of some men, in the middle of the pack were five of their own. Even from his tower window, Taran could see the wolves snapping whenever one of the five move too quickly or in the wrong way. The largest of the wolves sent forth a summoning howl that pulled all out from the castle into the bitter chill of the night air.

The moon cast long shadows that were dispersed by the flickering of torches across the courtyard as more and more witches filled in the ranks. A hand caught Taran’s shoulder as he stepped into the courtyard. Glancing toward the owner of the hand, his eyes were met with the piercing gold eyes of Alexina, full of rage, hurt and sorrow. Without speaking Taran reached out a hand to comfort her, to try to take away some of the burden she refused to share. Whatever was coming and whatever had happened...it cost Alexina deeply.

Alexina,” he whispered after a few seconds, he kept his words soft and slow, so’s not to add to the woman’s stress. “What is it? What has happened?

He felt her hand tighten on his shoulder and for a moment he thought that she wasn’t going to tell him. “Some...something that shouldn’t have,” She took a deep breath. “There was an incident in a village and some of our witches did something inexcusable. Something-But never mind that, I need you to do something for me. When my wolves were returning they caught the scent of an unfamiliar witch. It was all over the village as though she inhabited there but gone when the wolves swept through. She cannot be left alone. This incident will bring every hunter within a league sniffing around the forest she’ll be hiding in. Find her...offer her sanctuary, ” Alexina turned and took a few steps into the courtyard. “ It is our fault that she lost hers..

Taran stood a moment longer as Alexina started to address the crowd before leaving. It wasn’t the first time Alexina sent him out to recruit from under the noses of hunters. He blended in more than his brothers and sisters of the coven. Being male automatically made him overlookable, there were so few male witches that to assume he was one was far fetched. He also didn’t boast his statues like some other warlocks who took pride in who they were. No...unless he started shooting fireballs, no one had any reason to suspect he was what he was.

As he left the castle a tiny shadow emerged from the woods. A fox with far too clever eyes to be a normal animal approached. One of Alexina’s. “Alexina...I don’t need a chaperone,” Taran muttered under his breath. The fox yawned in response, sneezed and then followed him anyway.


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Now

His travels brought him to and around the town more times than he would have liked. He stood on the edge of the clearing as the hunters lit the fire that burned the town to ash. He was exhausted and longed to return back, but every time his mind wandered to that thought, the fox seemed to catch a scent and take off into the bushes.

As the sky began to darken, the pair walked past the entrance of a cave and the fox gave a small noise before leading up to its’ entrance. Inside was a red headed women, looking a few years older than himself but with witches looks meant nothing. She could be a hundred years old for all her looks were worth.

Excuse me,” he said softly, so as not to frighten her. “You’re the witch from Goldencrest?” He said softly, casting a small spark of fire in his palm to show her that he meant no harm. “Mistress Alexina would like to offer her coven as home to you, to offer you sanctuary in this time of great tragedy,”

Even from this distance, the air smelt of smoke and faintly of cooked meat.

“No no no…” Screamed a voice from the town. The sight showed that the once deserted area now held more than a few guests “Who the hell did this?”

You should join us,” He said finally, just as the bell from the church started to ring. The little fox jumped onto Tarans shoulders, looking at the redheaded.

Bong!
Bong!
Bong!


Interacting with Bobby @Aerandir and sorta with Andvari @Fetzen



Seren’s Folly was just as it had always been. When Emiliah was still in her early years of hunting she always felt that it would be somewhat different every time she returned from a hunt. Every time she was disappointed. It didn’t matter how much evil was in the world, life would always move on.

But seeing those things never got easier. To see how fragile humans had allowed themselves to become. To see how useless parents were at protecting their young. It was the reason she fought, because most people wouldn’t or couldn’t.

After returning from Goldencrest she went straight home to scrub herself of every evil thing she’d come in contacts with, a habit that had formed after her father had gotten too sick to hunt anymore, before heading to The Witches Paradise. But no amount of scrubbing could make her feel clean on this night. Her hair was still wet when she left her house again. Lines of water droplets soaked her tunic. But it was either leave now or starve. Buying and keeping food just never seemed to end well in a house so rarely inhabited.

It was still early enough in the year that the warm summer days gave way to brisk spring nights. The warmth of the tavern was welcome, if the mood itself was far more somber than usual. The familiar smells of food, beer, a hard day's labor and faint scents of lavender calmed her nerves at once. It was the smell of the Witches Paradise. The smell of victory and assurance that you lived to fight another day. Although there was no victory today, there was the promise of one tomorrow.

On the far side of the bar were two of the hunters who had ventured with her to Goldencrest. They were talking about the possibilities of the attack having come from demons. A topic that had been throwing around a lot while still in Goldencrest. Alongside witches and worse. Emiliah ignored them, not wanting the sight of the slaughter to haunt her anymore than it already had. Besides, if it was demons, well...with the hunters current numbers and ferocity of the attack...it was best to hope that it wasn’t demons.

Bobby,” she said, lacking her usual finesse. “ Mug and some food? If Sophie made any more of that soup from yesterday...it would be welcomed,” She waited a few moments before a bouncing bar maid flitted in and out of her line of sight. “ I see that Sapphire is back. It’ll be good that you have some help,”

With her meal being handled, she settled back on the stool, her eyes drifting over the other patrons. The nearest of which was a giant of a man. Although he occupied a single stool, his height made it seem like he took up much more space. That trait alone made him just unique enough that there was a good chance he was new. Even if he was a terrible hunter, his height alone would have made him known.

Social niceties were never her strongest suit and she was too far past exhausted to ‘play nice’ but if there was something that her father always push, it was taking every opportunity to meet a new hunter. People tended to watch the backs of acquaintances better than strangers. “Hello...you’ve probably never heard this before...but you are very tall,” Social niceties….not ….good.
OOC GM Post

'Sup all my fine friends. We are now live!

So, this world is very open for all of your needs and self serving side quests!
BUT

We left you two reallllly nice playgrounds to play in....
One is the pissed off witches meeting (one dead already)
and the other is a tavern filled with shell shocked hunters.

SO go! Run! Have fun~

Brought to you by Ellion and @Aerandir




Alexina stood in front of the Coven in the courtyard, on either side of her, sat her pack of twelve wolves that stared silently at the five witches that were singled out of all the witches in her castle. She had called every last one out to witness this. Her gold eyes seemed to burn as she glared at five witches, of which, Three of them nursing wounds on their arms. Marks from the pack of wolves that literally dragged them back to the castle when they did not listen to her.

Her fingers clenching as she tried to keep her anger in check. Three years, THREE YEARS they did not have an an issue, Now a town way wasted, painted red with the blood of all it’s previous owners who hung upside down stripped and mutilated. A church defiled, with it’s priest sacrificed on his own alter to his god as another slap to the face of those who believed in such a being.

Horrors and deeds brought out of hell itself. Worst of all. Innocent children had been killed. Sacrificed, for an evil ritual to extend the life of those for a too brief of time in compared to the life taken. A price for blood, must be settled.

I have called you all out her tonight because these witches...and warlock… have put our home in danger! They left our home, and went to the small mountain village of Goldencrest and Massacred the people there. Defiled their church, and made mockery of the dead. Even slaughtering the children for a few more years to live! Their actions will have surely been found out by now. The horrors the hunters will see will spread and find the ears of more hunters! Rumors of our coven will spread and bloodthirsty murderers who care not that we want to live in peace will come searching our woods once again to destroy us. Calling for blood!

She looked to the three who once were old and haggard, now once again in their twenties. “ You all know I do not like the hunters. I have killed hundreds in my lifetime! I will continue to do so to protect our home! But to kill children who are innocent, Who have done us no wrong! Is always unforgivable!

The price of Blood...must be paid in blood.” She said suddenly very coldly.

Is that right oh Queen of the Forest ? Going to sully your own hands for once? Going to take it yourself?” Hissed one of the witches stepping forward. “ Is this the leadership now? Killing your own for a few squealing mongrel whelps? ” Pressing one of her boney finger deep into the flesh of Alexina’s chest. The few whispers that scattered the room before stopped as the seconds slipped by, each one more tense than the last. A smirk flashed across the witches’ mouth as nothing happened. “I thought as much. Little girl, you’ve disappointed us all once again, Medusa would have had my neck for even daring to look upon her,

Alexina suddenly grabbed the witch by the throat, her nails digging into her jugular. As her eyes grew narrow. With an unnatural growl that escaped her throat she lifted the witch off her feet. She knew she had to kill the woman, it fell within the category of necessary violence.

She pulled her close to her she asked with venom in her tone. “Like… This?” Giving the witch only a moment more in this life as her nails suddenly became sharper and tore into the skin. She then yanked the witch to the ground but held onto the Jugular. As the weight of the witches body ripped it out as she was thrown to the ground. She didn’t look back at the woman but lifted the warm bloody Jugular up and after a moment she raised her hand, showing the blood that was on it. “I kill when it is necessary. I keep my promises to the coven… Has there been a time I did not look after you? I protect the forest, I make sure those hunters do not find us and come for our heads. Is it too much for you not to listen to my words to NOT attack them unprovoked??” She asked pointedly to the witches in front of her tossing the bloody jugular to the side like it was trash.





Meanwhile....


Remnants of a thick fog still hung on the outermost houses as the sun brought light to the horrors of night. A small group of hunters stood in what was once the center of Goldencrest Village. A nearby mountain town, close enough to Seren’s Folly that a handful of travelers reported hearing the incident less than a mile away from the hunter’s village. Yet so remote that it took most of the night to traverse the steep and winding path up the mountain.

Whatever had come was long gone, leaving no clear sign as to who--or what, did this. Sure, there were many theories tossed out, but no evidence that one was more true than the other. The villagers weren’t much help either. All dead. The survivors, if any, fled during the night. Emiliah's heart ached for the men, women...children, whose bodies now littered the streets. While more were hung upside down, bled dry like a stock pig.

The worst was the church. The bodies of the young were scattered across the floor. Looks of fear still etched in their small faces as they fled to this holy house for protection. The Font of Holy water was filled to the brim with their blood. At the very center of it all, the priest, striped bare and given a crown of the thorns as he was mounted upon a cross. His entrails draped across his hips offering a mock of modesty.

There wasn’t much to be done now, except leave the crows to their feasts and cleanse the land.

After the fires had been lit, it took what felt like mere seconds for the hundred year old town to be returned to nothing. Fire created the world and fire would cleanse it from the evil that tried to take root here. Maybe, in time, life would return to this area. Once the blood faded from the streets, once the bones crumbled to dust. Once the hunters who helped the priest down forgot how warm his body was when they found him.

Trusting the flames to take care of themselves, the hunters left the rocky village. It would be well into the night by the time they returned to Seren’s Folly.

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It wasn’t till it dark once again when the hunters Bobby sent out to help the village came back into town. Many of them went straight home...wanting to get away from the things they saw by being with their loved ones...to hold them close and remind them how much they loved them.

Most of the others however, went to the tavern. Because they had no family… or they wanted to drink till the burned images of the horrors in Goldencrest hopefully washed away and made to be remembered as a bad dream. The looks on all their faces spoke a thousand words… yet at the same time worried those who saw them. Wondering what they could have seen.






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