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Satilla Valen


Location: On the road, by the wagon
Interacting With: No one in particular


Currently the witch felt like an outsider to the party, even more so than she usually felt around groups of people at least. All of them had found a partner to at least talk and kill the time, while she simply followed the wagon in silence.

She bit her lover lip while pondering the current situation she was in. She wanted to talk to people, but couldn’t really bring herself to walk up to someone and just start chatting. That was not how someone like her, who was afraid of strangers, worked. All the party around were pretty much strangers to her, strangers whom she just met 2 nights ago. She shook her head suddenly, trying to focus on something else. She was going to get to know these people, but she guessed that until then, she was just going to be mostly quiet. For now though, she decided to use the time walking through the forest with the wagon around, to observe the surroundings for herbs. There were many herbs that grew around the bases of trees. It at least kept her mind occupied.
"Well polymorph out of the question then... doesn't matter. If we have to, we will shrink her and tine her up so much she resembles a ball of rope if we must." Meirie mentioned to Vashi's statement about hte duration of the magic transformation." Main points are to shut her mouth and not give her the ability to muster any physical or magical strenght. We keep her unconcious or something similar and we should be alright."

"Chop her limbs then. Death knights do not bleed, but she also cannot really walk or do anything really without those. It should be a sufficient working plan." Mei stated before she slowly started to climb the stairs up. She knew exactly where the captain and the other sentinel were supposed to be. She also had noted the sentinel captain's strenght.

"Vashi... I'm not worried about precise targeting." The berserker replied as they reached the floor where Serphia and Rithrynn were." What I'm more worried is something big and heavy hurled in this direction. Sure I can take the hit and probably block a table let's say, but if any of you is even touched by something like that, it won't be pretty." She stated slowly leading the way towards the room they needed.

"The body is capable of producing incredibly amounts of power under the right stimuli.... like my rage for example. Overwhelming lust or love should be similar." The berserker stated.

When they were finally at the door, she made a gesture for hte others to move more behind her in some light distance, before she knocked on the door." Honored captain of the sentinels in this mansion, we need to talk." She stated, loud enough to be heard inside.
Satilla Valen


Location: On the road, by the wagon
Interacting With: No one in particular


Satilla was quietly following the wagon as the rest were doing their things. She noticed that Cyneburg decided to have a chat with the newly arrived half orc, but otherwise didn’t really want to pay them much attention. Still dressed in her cold weather clothes, she felt quite warm and it was going to take a little while for her normal casual clothing to dry up in her bag. She even had to make sure it wasn’t going to soak the herbs, but the good thing was that her bag was leather one so water and moist didn’t really soak too well.

As they walked, Satilla felt a movement on her shoulder, turned out that her cat Skittles had escaped the bag and using her cloak had pawed it’s way up to her shoulder where it was now nimbly and elegantly staying without falling. Most likely because his claws were strongly pierced into the heavy cloak. It then suddenly decided to relocate and jumped on her head, causing her to nearly lose balance.ā€ Skittles! I told you to not do that!ā€ She said in frustration, trying to take off the cat from her head.

The struggle was short and Satilla quickly managed to put the cat back in the bag. The little devil liked to stay on top of her head, but she didn’t really enjoy it. It put pressure on her neck and her neck muscles quickly would start to hurt soon after.

Fixing her hair in movement without stopping to walk, she hurried to catch up to the wagon again, trying to stay as close as possible to it. Just in case she needed the cover from let’s say… an arrow rain… or rocks…

Natasha Jackson


Location: Near the campsite & then back at the B&B

Interacting with: Riley @Nallore.


ā€œThank you, miss. Seems like I really may not need to hang around this town too long!ā€ Tasha exclaimed in joy, seemingly glad she was going to be done with the journalist job quickly and then leave on her next job.

ā€œActually that’s perfect!ā€ She added when Riley told her to meet at the Bed and Breakfast.ā€ I’m staying there for the night, so it’s a perfect place to meet and then we can quickly get this over with! Cool, I will now head back…*sigh*ā€ She said, throwing a look at the forest, making an annoyed expression as she seemingly didn’t like walking all the way through the forest.

After that, the blond woman slowly started walking back towards town. She didn’t even turn to pay the Charlotte any attention at all. At first she walked slowly, but as she got closer and close to town, she sped up as the trees cleared up, until she was out of the forest

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Natasha had returned to the B&B and quickly left her camera there, along with her notepad, before she made a quick dash towards her camper, entering it and closing the door shut behind herself. She wanted to make a few preparations just in case. As any self respecting hunter, her camper was equipped with traps to deal with any intruders. That’s why she quickly began setting those up, preparing them in case any curious pest decided to sneak where they didn’t belong.

She quickly set up the sleeping gas trap, which was going to be quite effective for Natasha also grew wolfsbane in a few ceramic pots at the far end of the vehicle. Then there was the automatic door close, which was going to make sure any intruder stays inside as the gas does it’s thing. Granted she could always just activate the protection from the runes and sigils that were engraved into the vehicle’s frame to keep any supernatural outside as long as they were in effect, but she deactivated those for now. This made for a fine trap and with the traps connected to Tasha’s onboard computer of the camper set to send her a message when someone’s caught, all she needed to do was wait till a curious wolf takes the bait.

She then left the camper, locked the doors behind herself and went back to her room at the B&B, waiting for all the fun stuff that was bound to happen.
@Ryonara ohh don't mind the rest of us xD
ā€œDarn it!!!ā€ Kosara was still screaming in anger. The half demon was stomping the ground and kicking anything around her in frustration, sending pieces of earth, stone and wood flying all around as she was venting her anger. She had never felt this humiliated before! They ran away! They didn’t even finish the fight! Gideon denied her a closer to this event! What’s more her new pair of snake skin boots also escaped.

ā€œSorry… ā€œ Kosara finally said to Wrath and turned around, preparing to exit the forest and eventually transport back to the citadel. Fighting a general turned out quite different from anything she had faced before. Sure enough she could keep up with his sheananigans for long enough and even cause good damage on him, but that annoying ability to call reinforcements was the key to his escape. She had to figure out a way to deal with that and needed to that that soon.ā€ Damn… I will get you for this…Unchained.ā€ She was mumbling and broke out in a fast sprint to get out of the forest.

Citadel

Kosara had stormed into the fortress like a hurricane, dashing through the corridors, almost blowing the doors out of their frames at her strong ā€˜pushes’ to open them. Being overly emotional and prone to fits of anger, the frustration was obviously still in her mind. Eventually she finally reached the fountain and stopped by it’s edge, looking at the endless flowing water for a while, before she pulled out her sword to clean it from all the blood and dirt. After that followed her gauntlet and crossbow, before she finally laid down under the fountain herself, enjoying the cold sensation of the water. By the time she rose up in a sitting position she was well beyond soaked as her hair and clothes clung to her body.

ā€œTo hell with this, I want to read a book.ā€ She suddenly said and quickly hopped out of the fountain, slowly walking towards the library, leaving a trace of water behind herself. Most people would be somewhat at least embarassed to be walking around in her quite revealing state with clothes clinging to her body, but she was a half demon and a hunter that that. Modesty was a thing that only got in the way of the job.
@Damo021 It's a rather ehhhh... attitude. On one side a dhampir isn't really that much of a danger as a vampire and on another side the dhampir is more alive than vampires so it once again depends on what dhampirs are like here. Cause if they cannot really continue the curse aka create other dhampirs hunters would most likely ignore them... as long as they don't interrupt them and so on.
I will be posting tomorrow ^_^
and sorry for the double post, but... Can't help it, have to show it :P


Yep of course I've heard of dhampirs lol. I would have been a fantasy fan if I haven't ^_^ though their exact definition depends on the source ranging from half vampires born from a human woman and male vampire, to accidents like biting the mother during pregnancy and so many more variations ^_^
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