Candy Cane Elf
AdvancedJ3lly(@Andreyich@Dusty@Lucian@POOHEAD189)
Severo did not like this one bit, oh no, not one bit! His Mama had always told him to keep good company, to remain inside the law, and to never deal with shifty characters. Well, if he knew his Mama at all – and he did – she would be severely disappointed in him right now.
“Joder,” he inwardly cursed, hoping that those who had volunteered to act essentially as his bodyguards were not far behind him. He did not dare twist about and look back though, keeping his eyes fixed on the path through the bushes ahead, and letting out a small grunt of annoyance as his eyes took in the scene before him.
“Eet ith alright, may as well bring everyone in here. Pollas en vinagre!”
Stepping softly around the first corpse in the clearing, obviously the hired guard that had ran the furthest - limbs stuck rigid and stiff from both rigour mortis and the developing drop in temperature – the Estalian recruiter took in a number of things; at the centre of it all was the burning wreckage of a previously thatched round-hut, the stacked stone walls being the only thing left of it now, numerous bodies of thuggish looking men and their bodily liquids (brains, innards...piss) each laying where they had died.
The clearing was surrounded on all sides by trees and brush, no true path leading to the witches location, and to be perfectly honest the attackers – whosoever they were, though it appeared they had not remained for long after fulfilling their purpose – could very well have come from any or every direction, singularly or at the same time.
“No tracks...no bodies...” muttered the Estalian, edging his way toward the still smouldering hut with intent in his eyes, “why? Who?”
(@BangoSkank@Chicken@ClocktowerEchos)
There was a sudden shuddering on undergrowth to his right, Severo turning in a half-crouch and whipping a dagger and rapier from below his cloak, much quicker than one may have expected from the other innocuous looking southerner.
“Show yourself!”
Severo did not like this one bit, oh no, not one bit! His Mama had always told him to keep good company, to remain inside the law, and to never deal with shifty characters. Well, if he knew his Mama at all – and he did – she would be severely disappointed in him right now.
“Joder,” he inwardly cursed, hoping that those who had volunteered to act essentially as his bodyguards were not far behind him. He did not dare twist about and look back though, keeping his eyes fixed on the path through the bushes ahead, and letting out a small grunt of annoyance as his eyes took in the scene before him.
“Eet ith alright, may as well bring everyone in here. Pollas en vinagre!”
Stepping softly around the first corpse in the clearing, obviously the hired guard that had ran the furthest - limbs stuck rigid and stiff from both rigour mortis and the developing drop in temperature – the Estalian recruiter took in a number of things; at the centre of it all was the burning wreckage of a previously thatched round-hut, the stacked stone walls being the only thing left of it now, numerous bodies of thuggish looking men and their bodily liquids (brains, innards...piss) each laying where they had died.
The clearing was surrounded on all sides by trees and brush, no true path leading to the witches location, and to be perfectly honest the attackers – whosoever they were, though it appeared they had not remained for long after fulfilling their purpose – could very well have come from any or every direction, singularly or at the same time.
“No tracks...no bodies...” muttered the Estalian, edging his way toward the still smouldering hut with intent in his eyes, “why? Who?”
(@BangoSkank@Chicken@ClocktowerEchos)
There was a sudden shuddering on undergrowth to his right, Severo turning in a half-crouch and whipping a dagger and rapier from below his cloak, much quicker than one may have expected from the other innocuous looking southerner.
“Show yourself!”
