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The Plague Knight Chronicles: Chapter 1

Mergoux snorted in derision. Another spiritual fool. Mergoux held very little faith in the arcane, or even the gods, not really caring one way or another about them. It wasn't that she didn't believe in them, she just didn't care to obey a single one of their rules. She made her own way in life, and when death came she'd take what lot she was given, but fools like the one before her annoyed her. They thought themselves more in tune with the world than everyone else in her experience, they were often arrogant, usually pretentious and never likable.

Obviously you've not met one yet. Your words will do nothing. No talk can quiet them, only fire can stop them forever, even steel isn't always effective. she said firmly. You want to learn more? Then give the man his shovel and watch. she said, short and to the point as always. She had no time for wasting, actions spoke far better than any words especially when it came to the undead.

The woman then turned to glance at Lua, her mouth twitching downwards even further as the bladeswoman showed her scar. Mergoux herself bore a scar, half-concealed under her helmet, but the lower portion of her cheek that was visible bore a deep, marring scar on the left side of her face. It looked vaguely like something a claw might have made. Needless to say, she felt Lua's pain in more ways than one. Hm, you're lucky to be alive. Those wounds fester easily. she'd seen it before, a scratch, or bite from an undead festering within hours, the rot that infected their bodies making short work of their victim. Such wounds needed immediate cleansing to avoid serious ramifications.

As the apprentice began to shovel, Mergoux turned her attention to the dirt, watching it bubble oddly, that was far from normal. Her eyes narrowed as she lay a hand on the handle of her massive two-handed sword, slung over her back in a custom sheathe that allowed her to draw it easily in such a position. Something was amiss, and if indeed this corpse was about to spring from the earth, she fully intended to cleave it's skull in two before it was so much as half-way free.

The Plague Knight Chronicles: Chapter 1

@lordofthenight You want me to post now or you wanna go and make one a moment? Give everyone an action?

The Plague Knight Chronicles: Chapter 1

@Lordofthenight no issues at all. I still wont be able to post for another 2 hours or so, but I'll get on it asap when I get home

The Plague Knight Chronicles: Chapter 1

Will post tomorrow evening. Gotta sleep cause work goes early tomorrow my dudes.

Also, y'all wanna make a discord server or just keep using the OOC here?

The Plague Knight Chronicles: Chapter 1

Whoops! My bad! Hit post too early, still need to make some edits!

EDIT: Okay all done. Read now as you wish.

The Plague Knight Chronicles: Chapter 1

Mergoux narrowed her eyes slightly from where she stood. She'd been called out, apparently not as subtle as she'd have preferred. Well there was no point in pretending any further, it was obvious to her that the older Knight had seen past her ruse of visiting the dead. She lay a seemingly lazy hand on her belt, right next to where one of her overlarge knuckledaggers lay, then began her approach slowly, sizing up the two women and the man.

Of the three, the man seemed the most threatening, the most heavily armed and armored, though the younger Raven Knight was not to be ignored. The older man simply had experience, and to Mergoux that was potentially far more dangerous that youth. She was well aware her face would be unknown around here, but who knew how far these three had traveled? Surely there were a few wanted posters rotting in dingy taverns along the way...

As she joined them, hazel eyes watched each person carefully, settling finally on the young, darker skinned woman. "Help how girl?" she asked, her tone short, her accent vaguely Nordic. "What do you know of this plague?" she asked of Shiara, not so much as bothering with an introduction of herself. Mergoux had no use for such niceties, it was better to get to the point right away and deal with the problem then to waste time being polite and courteous. For the moment however, she at least offered a nod to the armored Knights, making it hopefully clear she preferred them over the indignant whelp, at least for the moment.

The Plague Knight Chronicles: Chapter 1

As Mergoux made her way into the crowded tavern, she was aware of all the eyes upon her. She was a stranger, what's more she was a notable one. Her spiked helmet was obvious, but necessary. As she pushed her way to the bar, she saw a man get up and move towards her. She knew exactly what he was going for, but as soon as he 'accidentally' bumped into her, he cried out in pain. Instead of a handful of coins or a ring or whatever else the pickpocket was going for, all he received for his troubles were several broken fingers. He yanked himself away from Mergoux and swiftly burst out through the Inn's door, all eyes now on the warrior.

If any of you other pricks want a go, let's get it over with so I can have my drink. she snarled. Most of the patrons quickly turned back to their drink, the tall woman's cold stare driving off any who felt confident enough to approach her.

At last she reached the bar and ordered an ale and boarded a room for the night. "Money up front." said the barkeep firmly. And have you rent my room to someone else while keeping my money? Mergoux said while counting out coins from a small purse she carried on her hip. No, half now and half later. she said, pushing the coins across the bar to the barkeep. Grudgingly he accepted her proposal and counted out the money, only to pause in confusion. She'd overpaid, even accounting for the drink this was significantly more than half. "Ma'am you-" he began, only to be cut off. Shh. What can you tell me about the hanged man? she said, her voice lowering drastically to avoid what prying ears she could.

~Half an hour later

Mergoux stood in the gentle drizzle, watching with narrowed eyes as the dark-skinned, young woman approached the two Raven Knights. It appeared that the two were going to dig up the grave, examine the corpse. She'd been beaten to it and it pissed her off. Well, if there was no beating them, then perhaps she could at least listen in on their conversation. Moving closer slightly, she lingered withing earshot, pretending to be looking for a grave, not so much as offering the trio a glance, but keeping her ears out for trouble or information, whatever came first.

The Plague Knight Chronicles: Chapter 1

Mergoux walked down the road, mixed in with the hobbling crowd of muddy, bloody refugees. Try as she might, there was no way for her to fit in properly, not without donning a tattered old shawl, or a floppy hat, but she had no intention of trying to blend in. She wasn't going to draw attention to herself, but having as many warriors mixed in with the crowd was a good deterrent for trouble. Bandits could hit a caravan like this hard, but they'd be more cautious if they saw armored figures like her mixed in.

Indeed she was armored, wearing a mix of scale-mail and chain mail, with pauldrons, bracers and greaves of plate. Her armor was worn and scarred by many battles, but it still held strong after being repaired multiple times. Mergoux preferred to have her old gear repaired rather than replace it. Cheaper, and it's natural wear and tear made her look more down trodden, an easier target, just what she liked. Drawing them in with what looked like easy prey, only for her to turn into the predator.

Most of her weapons were slung over her back for easier carrying, the crossbow and massive two-handed blade, but at her hips she work a pair of matching knuckle-daggers, so large as almost to be called knuckle-shortswords. Judging by how worn the sheathes were, they'd seen their fair share of use.

Perhaps her most distinctive piece of equipment however was the helmet she wore on her head. It concealed most of her face and head, and was adorned with a pair of metal spikes that looked almost like horns. Long black hair cascaded down over her shoulders, a few braids mixed in with the damp mess that was a product of the miserable rain. Her most striking feature however were her arms, tattooed heavily with chains, which broke and turned into vines halfway up. Such work was a rarity in these parts, and one could just make out that the vines wrapped around a flower with 8 petals on her left shoulder, and 8 coins on her right. There was also a thin strip of runes under her lower lip, running down her chin.

As the tall, raven-haired warrior walked into the city, she wrinkled her nose at the smell of the place. It smelled of filth, but that was not the kind she'd come here for. No, she knew that with any great crisis, came an outpouring of refugees, and those refugees would flock to the nearest city. She'd seen it before with an earthquake a few decades prior, and now here it was again, though this time far more serious. The plague was tearing the very world apart it seemed, and if it couldn't be stopped, then there would be no more anything, no innocents to protect, or scum to butcher. That was her world, her only purpose now.

Rolling her shoulders, she spotted the two Raven Knights on their horses. She'd overheard their words with the Guard, and it wasn't hard to guess where they'd go. That was for the best that they headed to the graveyard, or wherever the bastard's body lay. It was a shame the law had gotten to him first, she wished she could have heard his screams as she made him pay properly for what he'd done...

Grimacing, she muttered to herself under her breath. Go on Black Bastards... I've got work to do... With that, she turned away and began working through the crowd, towards the place she knew she'd be able to get information from for a price, the nearest tavern. A drink, a promise of a bed later in the night, and a few words to point her in the right direction, and soon she'd find her prey.

The Goddess in the locket interest check

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The Plague Knight Chronicles: Tales of a Medieval Apocalypse

@LordOfTheNight I'm down for that!

Again though, I've got a very specific character I'd like to play in mind. Nothing too outlandish and something that would exist in most Fantasy settings, just wanna run it by you before I put myself firmly in the "I am doing this" category.

Essentially she's a long-lived Half-Elf who comes from a place where her kind are despised. She's a warrior, a killer, a monster, but also a firm ally to the side of good. Her name is Mergoux the Butcher and I can expand either here or via PMs.

Just need to clear that and I'm in!