Hank

Warhammer 40K: Blackshields [Horus Heresy]

Radical. Interested.

The Elder Scrolls: Rage of the Waves

The local weather improved which means that my social life practically exploded. I'm barely home right now and I've got, like, three parties coming up this weekend. I ought to be back to write next week.

The Elder Scrolls: Rage of the Waves

@Hank / @constablewalrus

Are you ready to spelunking in a river of shit??

@Hellis

Not yet. I haven't been around all weekend but I'll be back on Monday. We can start then.

Rain's Hand [ Culluket x Hank ]

The strength of her emotional response caught Gregor off guard. He listened as Loka defended herself, his eyebrows rising higher with every word. There was obviously some powerful cultural disparity at work here, he realized. After her affirmation of her understanding, Gregor opened his mouth to say something but couldn't find the words. He wanted to explain himself, make her comprehend that obeying the law was of great importance to him and that his anger was nothing personal, but the fact that she had the gall to expect him to give the fork back to her meant that he was at a loss for words. Instead, he stuffed the fork into his greatcoat's left pocket, his mouth clenched in a thin line and his raised brows sinking into a deep frown. He sighed, beckoned for her to follow and started making his way back to the road. The grim look on his face and the severed head clutched in his right hand invited no further conversation.

The moonlight filtering through the canopy above was slowly mixing with the fiery orange of a misty sunrise. Gregor could feel the fatigue in his limbs and the hunger in his stomach -- the prospect of deep sleep in a proper bed and a hearty meal urged him on. They wouldn't sleep in the carriage, he decided, even if Oaksheart didn't have a tavern. He was sure he could commandeer a room for himself and Loka somewhere with the leverage of the werewolf's head.

"We will stay in Oaksheart," he announced, not bothering to look over his shoulder at Loka while they walked. "I want to learn how the creature came to be here and how it got infected. Did you notice how wild and mad it was? It must have been new to the curse. Something infected it, and recently."

Rain's Hand [ Culluket x Hank ]

Loka stood up without taking the offered hand and Gregor withdrew, his eyes narrow under the raptorian arch of his brow. While Loka searched the forest floor for her belongings, so did Gregor look for his hat. He found it on a branch of one of the many birch trees, undamaged, and planted it firmly back on his raven-haired head. A glint of silver caught his eye while walking back to the werewolf's corpse and Gregor sank down on his haunches. "Flayers take her," the inquisitor hissed.

Upon returning to the clearing, Loka opened her mouth before Gregor had a chance to speak. Her question bespoke of her ignorance. Gregor chuckled, an unpleasant sound colored by his mood, and shook his head. "I should have known someone like you would not have been able to deduce this, but the inquisition is a secret organization. Half of the peasantry is terrified of us and the other half doesn't believe we exist. Would you speak truly to a man you knew to be judge, jury and executioner? Hiding in plain sight is essential to this line of work. So yes, Loka," he said tersely, "I must bring the head."

After a brief pause, Gregor held up the silver fork he'd found. There was no mistaking where it came from. He'd eaten with a fork like that no more than three days ago. "If you take something that doesn't belong to you again," he continued, his voice cold and sinister, "I will take one of your fingers. Do you understand me?"

The Elder Scrolls: Rage of the Waves

Well, movealong post happening later today when I get off work. Sorry I'm late.

@Leidenschaft

Feel free to mention Maulakanth returning to the tavern from his errand at the alchemist's shop, by the by. Just have him silently watch the proceedings or something until you move us along to our respective mission starts.

Recommendations anyone??

Welcome to the Guild, @Jacquesfritzben. I don't have any suggestions for you right now but I echo the suggestion of looking through the Casual (or Advanced) subforums, including the Interest Checks, to see if anything catches your fancy. People will be understanding and encouraging if you politely explain that you haven't been in the saddle for 12 years and are eager to get your groove back on.

Hell, you're even free to start a game of your own. Happy trails!

Rain's Hand [ Culluket x Hank ]

Gregor, waiting for Loka to respond, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths; he could smell the foul stench of the dead wolf, the wetness of the wood and the smoky scent of the dying embers. Everything seemed absurdly quiet now. All creatures in vicinity had fled during the fight, leaving the forest devoid of its usual sounds. Only the wind was there, caressing the canopy above him.

He felt his heartbeat slow down and after being satisfied that he had sufficiently calmed, Gregor opened his eyes again and straightened up. His attention was caught by the faint glow of his blade and he watched as it dissipated, returning the longsword to its ordinary appearance. Gregor wiped the blade down with the edge of his coat and sheathed it. He bent down to pick up the werewolf's severed head, wrapping his leather-clad fingers in its coarse fur -- it would serve as evidence of his vanquishing of the beast and, being honest, made for a good trophy. Gregor briefly considered sending to his father.

Upon hearing Loka respond, Gregor made his way to her with slow, measured steps. He could faintly make out where she was sitting now that he knew where she was but her features were obscured by darkness and he had no way to gauge how she was doing. He stopped at her feet and reached out his free hand, looking down on her wordlessly.

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Or we do it the old-fashioned way, one post at a time.