Rune_Alchemist

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Location:
Julene’s cabin
@Pyromania99

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“Eh? Family?” Julene cut up some beast meat, grabbing a few things and shoving them into a oven to warm them up. “Used to have a mum and dad, but…well, beasts got ‘em when I was little. Gilles and I basically raised each other.” A shrug as she’d walk out of a door in the back, taking a jug with her before quickly coming back with a full jug of water. “He’s older than me if ye believe it. By nearly ten years.” She’d set the water jug onto the desk, frowning lightly. “And what about you, miss redhead? You got family?”

Forest of beasts

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@Click This@Asuras@VitaVitaAR

The razor wind rippled past, ripping at the ground and tearing chunks of earth out from around the vampire’s frozen barrier. The retaliation was instant, the spear lashing out towards the things beak. A solid thunk, as the ice met the hardened maw of the beast. It recoiled backwards from the impact, its larger body staggering a few steps away from them as Luna lunged towards its limbs towards immobilization. The blade sunk into the nearest limb, earning a shriek from the enraged avian as mystical chains appeared in an attempt to bind it.

Giselle was not close behind, her blade sinking into its neck, but the avian was quick to recover from the icy impact, bringing its beak down onto Giselle's head before attempting to flap its wings to put a bit of distance between it and the vampires, only to find its wing completely chained to the ground from Luna's spell.

It likely had been a majestic creature once, but now where there was majesty there was only decay. The feathers on its head had completely fallen off, revealing an emaciated frame around its eyes, dull sockets having no eyes, only voids where they should have been. Its beak, as long as a tree trunk and just as thick had holes in it, but was just as sturdy as ever and still multi colored. Its wings, mottled with decay.

It didn’t seem too threatening, aside from getting the jump on the vampires as it’d get low to the ground, its bound wing straining against the bonds and likely to break free soon.

Location:
Forest of Beasts
@crimson Paladin

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The beast stared for a few moments, before its massive frame would begin to rise off its two front claws, standing on its back hooves as it would pull itself up onto two of its legs, easily now dwarfing Argus in height…and coincidentally, rather oddly, Argus would notice a sort of…seam on the things chest, running down from the bottom of its muzzle to its abdomen, almost looking like a…zipper, almost. An interlocking series of small horns.

A few moments to register this before the beast roared, dropping back down into all fours and charging Argus at surprising speed, its front claws swiping savagely at the vampire.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

@Raineh Daze@ERode@VitaVitaAR@HereComesTheSnow@PigeonOfAstora

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"Ahaha, she thinks rather highly of herself." Cecil smiled nonchalantly, ignoring Shaels protesting about being much stronger then a lesser spirit. She had to keep moving, though, as the arrows were drawn off course in that moment of brief banter Cecil quickly pivoted, ducking low and rolling along the ground and quickly getting back to a knee. Interesting, okay. She could likely draw her arrows in with that magic of hers. She'd have to enchant them to even have a chance at hitting this lady.

It was a shame she had such little mobility here, on top of that the flow of wind down here was terrible.

"Whew, almost thought I'd have to be a little faster." She'd question, talking fast and thinking even faster. "But that's fine, I don't particularly wanna take this whole dirty business seriously either." Two arrows knocked, but instead of a straight shot, Cecil arced the bow to the side as she'd fire. One arrow, carried by a fast moving wind in a long arc towards the woman from her right, while a second did a similar to her left in a pincer.

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Location:
Airedale Keep, Meeting Room
@VitaVitaAR@Crimson Paladin@BrokenPromise@Pyromania99@Guy0fV4lor

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“You must be Luana.” Sorcha would respond to the hermit, unfazed by her excitement. “If you wish to talk about elves, I would be willing to at length. I lived among them myself for quite a while until a few years ago.” Sorcha offered Luana a smile. “I could tell you at length about their civilization and nature.” The Queen’s eyes slowly fell to Luana’s spear, and though she said nothing it was clear her sight lingered on it for a few longer seconds then likely was necessary before turning back to Luna.

“I see, Sarah…hm…well, no one I know at least. Perhaps she’ll make her way towards Airedale, we’ll be sure to give them quite a warm welcome then.” She’d turn away from Luna, walking by Luana. “A pleasure to meet you, we can talk a bit after this meeting. I would very much be interested in and if you would be willing - be knighted into my service.” She’d give Luana a friendly, if somewhat strong pat on the back that would cause the hermit to stumble as she’d laugh, and move towards the table next to Vyrell.

“OKAY! Good, you’re all here!” She’d shout, loud enough to be heard outside of the room just to get everyone’s attention. “I want to thank you all for your assistance and endeavors these past few weeks. Especially you, Sir Ethelred, Sir Reinhardt, and Dame Elnith.” She inhaled. “To think that a Wyvern Lord of all things would be the cause of that destruction.” She shook her head. “Dragons have not been seen in Albion since the time of the Old King and the fall of Varakel. To say this is…troubling is quite the understatement. The fact you could even slay such a beast is merely a fortunate coincidence that Reinhardt happened to be present.” A pause as she’d let the knights take in the words before moving on.

“On that topic as well, Vyrell and I have been corresponding with Harzelslack and a knight by the name of Sir Lonan. We have come to an agreement regarding said Wyvern. We will share half the spoils from it. We shall get the scales…and they shall have its bones. Its meat shall be split between us. In return, we shall also make a joint operation to clean up some Wyverns near the Llothbrokr mountains. Since we killed it, more Wyverns have only shown up and have been terrorizing the surrounding areas. To handle it, I will personally take Sir Ethelred, Sir Reinhardt, and Lady Luana, if she would be willing, on a cleanup mission along with Sir Lonan, his Squire, and another of the Harzel Knights. As for Fio, Luna, and Elnith, I have something more personal in mind for the three of you considering Luna and Elnith’s relationship with the Giants of the mountains.” Sorcha turned her head towards Luna. “Find us a Giant smith. One that can work Dragon Scale in a forge into weapons and armor. We shall have need of it.”

She seemed awfully certain of that.

“Fio, I’ll put you in charge of that operation. See to complete it however you see fit as long as we get ourselves a Giant Smith.”

I Reincarnated into the World of an Otome Game, But———?! (Now Accepting)

Mella

@PKMNB0Y@Raineh Daze

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She was slightly hoping the shopkeep would refuse and take the bird away.

Life could never be so easy, could it?

The maid remained quiet, though, keeping the kitten comfortably laying in her arms and the bird perched on her head, doing her best to simply ignore it. Well, at least the cat was...somewhat cute, she supposed. She'd pat its head, giving it a few ear scritches and pets while she'd wait for lord Afah to complete his business. She still needed to do the shopping. Was it still possible to get back and do all the cooking before evening?

Hm.

More importantly, though...

"...How does one take care of this bird?" Mella queried the shopkeeper. "As It is likely my responsibility I have never seen it before, and as such would much appreciate any insight into peculiarities, sir Shopkeeper."

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

Location
Maison d’Violette
10.00hrs.

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@Click This@AzureKnight@VitaVitaAR

“I apologize, I meant no offense, I was merely…” The elf paused, as if realizing what she was about to say may not be quite helpful to the situation and instead would cough lightly, clearing her throat. “...well, I shall accompany you to Myrilla. Shall we?” Seig bowed, offering a small smile to the group before leading them on their way.

Whatever she was originally going to say, she wasn’t going to say even if Eliz pestered her.

The maid would lead the rest of the group through the well known halls of the Maison, from the entrance hall and grand staircase to the well traveled hall through the western wing of the mansion towards the training fields and the wing where a good portion of the training was held for new maids. Contrasted to the Eastern wing, where much of the operational and intelligence operatives were housed.

Soon they’d exit through a large set of double doors, heading outside down a large, stone path that followed the Maison around its Western wing towards the training fields. The only noticeable thing was Lyssa carrying a very annoyed looking kat over her shoulder. Seemed she made certain to take the long way towards the sitting room by effectively running a lap around the outside of the mansion, just to annoy Kat. She paused briefly to wave at them, and give a friendly grin towards Eliz but ultimately didn’t stop to say hi.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Eliz,” Sieg would inquire as they walked. “Why has a demon decided to help the Maison?”

Eliz, though, would not get very long to reply. There was the sound of a gunshot from the training fields, from atop a tall watchtower the familiar pink hair of Myrilla could be seen, a long rifle in her hands. A bullet grazed the demon's cheek, plinking off her pristine skin, leaving a smudge mark behind.

Myrilla slid down the ladder to the tower, and was making a beeline towards the group, drawing her sword from its scabbard.

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@Pyromania99

“Eeep! Kat why you teaching these things to behave like that?” Lyssa chided the other maid, standing up and dusting her dress off as she’d stick her tongue out at the retreating doll. “Ehehe, well, I guess I don’t mind too much but they gonna get in trouuuuble~” She’d walk over to kat, giving her a bright grin as she was asked to be carried.

“Eh? Carry you, but I dont wanna. You look heavy.” Lyssa huffed, frowning a bit as she’d mull it over. “...hmm, but fine! Sure! Okay!” After waffling for a few moments, Kat would find Lyssa lifting her off the ground, the pink haired maid laughing brightly as she’d sweep the Firbolg off her feet. For a moment it looked like she was going to get a princess carry…but then was promptly slung right over Lyssa’s shoulder, upper body hanging off of Lyssa's back.

And Lyssa’s hand conveniently holding Kat right by the butt.

“Ehehe onwards!~”

And with that, Lyssa ran out of the workshop and headed towards the sitting room.

The long way, towards the Sitting room. That involved running a lap around the outside of the mansion, passing briefly by the rest of her squad on the way, but Lyssa moved too fast for her to ask for help.

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Location:
Human Village, Riverside, Julene’s cabin - >Forest of beasts
@Pyromania99@Click This@Asuras@Psyker Landshark@VitaVitaAR

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“...I remember those three.” Juelene replied with a frown, nodding a simple greeting to Dragan. “The Alchemist…Charlotte, I think. She looked more like a charlatan and a harlot more than any medicine woman, but she did make me some pretty good healing salves. Showed me how to make them, too. Those other two kept to themselves, but helped us with the beasts while they were here. Seemed like decent enough folk. That Rhea lady…” She paused. “...well, if I wasn’t looking at a bunch of weirdos in front of me I’d say she was the oddest thing I’ve seen all my life. Reminded me of stories of divine servants my parents used to tell me about.” She’d idly comment, turning her head to Giselle.

“...Frenwhat now?” She’d frown. “If you’re asking about the lamps, its neither. They’re Silver Light Lamps. I don’t know where we first got them, but the villages around here started makin’ ‘em shortly after the sun fell. They contain remnants of divine power. It's why the beasts are scared of ‘em just a bit. Not enough to drive a frenzied or hungry one off, but the light discourages ‘em just a bit. Helps plants grow even underground, too.” Julene moved away from where she was leaning on the wall, heading over to what was ostensibly the kitchen and open up a storage barrel. Some scraggly looking green vegetables were plucked out and laid on the counter top.

“I think the redhead wants to rest a bit more, lass.” Julene said to Giselle, using a thumb to point towards Akyasha. “You all wanna go to the forest, be my guest. I can’t leave…something might happen to the village in the meantime.” She’d say, pulling some preserved meat from a beast carcass off a nearby drying rack. “I’ll have you guys whipped up a nice good meal by the time ya get back though. Least I can do for your help.”

Assuming there was nothing else they wanted from Julene, though, getting to the forest would prove not too difficult, and whoever was willing to go would find themselves standing at the treeline, not too far from the river. From here, they could smell what Luna had earlier. Blood. Faint, but if it was this strong, it was no small amount of it from wherever it was coming from upstream.

So they’d cross the river at a shallow portion where the water wasn’t terribly deep a bit further down. The beasts they could see growled and gnashed their teeth, but ultimately didn’t otherwise engage, they were far too weak, scared of the vampires intruding on their territory. It wasn’t until they were well into the forest, past the foliage of the dead trees that the scent of blood grew stronger. What exactly it was and where it was coming from was unclear, but it had to be nearby.

As the group entered into a small copse near a tributary of the river, however…

They could hear it before they saw it. Something swooped overhead, a strong gust blowing past them and shaking the dead, old branches of the forest. The group had moments to react before a creature slammed into the ground in front of them, a large beak the size of a train lashing out with a gust of powerful moving wind, ripping the ground to shreds in its path with a baleful shriek.

Location:
Forest of Beasts
@crimson Paladin

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“Good, good, eheh. Then, as a show of good faith I shall depart at once to try and learn more about this ship.” The Witch chuckled. “Ah, how rude of me. My name - Charlotte. Charlotte LaChance, if you must have a name! No need for honorifics or anything. Charlotte will do. Madam Charlotte, if you’re feeling particularly respectful.” A little cackle as the witch would close the journal, stuffing it back in her robes.

“Until then! Good luck in your endeavors and all that. Don’t dawdle around here, nothing to see. Except me, and if you stay I might start thinking you’ve fallen for my charms, eheheh.” Charlotte would offer Argus a toothy grin before turning back to her table, taking the vial of freshly taken blood and placing it in a protective case. “Valuable, Valuable. Can’t let those fools have it, isn’t that right…eheheh…”

Seemed Charlotte was no longer willing to engage and was muttering to herself as her fingers moved between various other things on the table…before stopping, perking up her ears and glancing towards the Pirate.

“...Say, Mister Pirate.” Charlotte said. “You any good at fighting?” She’d ask. “You may wish to draw that fancy blade of yours. A beastie is nearby and I do believe its spotted the beautiful flower that is myself!”

It wasn’t long before Argus could hear it, a low, bestial growl of some incredibly large beast, the ground thudding as it walked and came clearly into view.

It…looked like a bear. Sort of. It had a vaguely bear shape, walking on four leg, but also had the features of a boar. Its teeth had grown into long, deadly tusks that curled up from its lower jaw and curled down from its upper jaw. Its rear claws seemed to have deformed into deadly, strong looking hooves. Its fur was dirty, mangy and matted, and it stood at nearly teen feet tall on all fours - it could have easily crushed a full grown man with its muscle mass.

“...Ooh, that things pelt is quite warm. I could make a lovely blanket out of it.”

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

@Raineh Daze@ERode@VitaVitaAR@HereComesTheSnow@PigeonOfAstora

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"This bitch!"

Shael shouted.

"I'm no low ranking divine spirit! Cecil! kick her smug face in so I can use her ass as a throne!"

"Keep it down!"Cecil retorted, watching her arrows harmlessly being deflected. Well, she couldn't say it wasn't expected that the mage would do so, but it also gave her a good idea of what she was dealing with. "And what's with that barrier?"

"Tch. As far as I can tell its a basic, low class barrier only weaklings would take pride in." The wind spirit replied, calming down slightly. "Chalk on the ground likely is its generation, or at least helping it, but without getting inside some way it would be hard to disrupt it."

"...Hm." Then, would they simply have to destroy the ground under them in its entirety? Maybe she could break it with a full power burst shot? "...Eh? Serenity?" Cecil watched, as Serenity attempted to leap over the undead monstrosity, only to be shoved back as the large blade cut through the rock above.

Right, she had to focus on the mage lady.

"Just so you know, she doesn't appreciate being called low class." Cecil grinned, a friendly smile as she'd knock another series of arrows, firing one quick, one fired a bit slower behind the other, followed by another immediately following it. That lightning was dangerous, she'd have to stay quick on her feet and figure out a good way to get around her.

Though she had ideas.

Playing fair wasn't exactly her strong suit in actual fights. The only issue was the distinct lack of space she had to work with.

The man from Barukstaed
@Crimson Paladin@Conscripts@Creative Chaos

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The man, for one of the very few times in his life...felt fear. He grappled with Steffen trying to move the large Ingvarr from him. Flueri's charge. His axe hand was ensnared by Steffen. Movement completely locked down. Unable to avoid...then all he could do was take the blow. Flueri's blade found its mark. The sound of steel ripping flesh, the smell of blood as the Barukstaedian gurgled in pain, neck pierced by the blade.

His grip weakened on Steffen, he'd find himself being slung off his opponent, unable to remain standing as strength slowly left his body.

"Gah-!" A pain shout as he was slammed into the nearby wall.

...a few seconds of silence followed as the dust cleared.

"Gahahahaha-ack-!"

A loud, boisterous laugh broken by a pained grunt.

He collapsed onto a knee, barely held up by his axe. Another hand clutching his neck.

"Iron Roses...gahaha...to think I, would have the honor of dying by their hands." Another laugh, though quieter this time. "Alfrid Stormcaller congratulates you and thanks you for the glorious battle. Tell me, who do I have the honor of dying at the hands of?"

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Location:
Airedale Keep, Meeting Room
@VitaVitaAR@Crimson Paladin@BrokenPromise@Pyromania99@Guy0fV4lor

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“Reinhardt, good to see you.” Vyrell greeted. “I was just about to send a search party.”

“Luana, good to see you again.” Elnith offered the Druid a friendly smile as Lugh grimaced.

“...but tomatoes.” Lugh merely complained again.

“Hehe, don’t mind him. He’s a good kid.” Elnith gave him another pat on the head. “Her majesty should be arriving soon to speak with you, I think. I’m not sure whether you’ll be sent hunting any time soon or not, but Queen Sorcha is always looking for talented persons to call to her banner.”

“The fact that you’ve caught her eye should say volumes about her opinion of you, Lady Luana.” Vyrell briefly interjected, turning his head to Luna. “Lady Luna. I understand you met Elves out at Nids end? I’m somewhat hesitant to believe your report.”

Sucaria moved quietly, not speaking except for bowing to others present.

“There is no reason to question Luna’s report, Vyrell.” The Queen’s voice interrupted the conversation as the golden haired woman walked into the meeting hall, a serious, though thoughtful expression worn as her eyes briefly glanced over to Fio. Coincidentally, she’d quickly look away from the mage, a small bit of red coloring her cheeks as she moved towards Luna. “We’ll conduct this meeting in a moment. I’ve been a bit busy since then, but Luna there’s something I wish to confirm before we get started. These elves…one’s name was Sarah and they were in boats, carrying a crest of a Tree?”

“Reinhardt, before we begin,” Vyrell would speak to the other Knight. “To briefly fill you in. Ethelred, Elnith, and Lugh stopped some rogue Unseelie from interfering in a small village near Hjrelskins fall. Luna found some elves in Nids End, along with a sighting of the Ophiliest. I’m sure you’ve heard of it, but apparently its got a large following of Fomor.” He frowned. “That will be troubling to deal with when we have to. Oh, right,” He nodded towards Luana. “That’s Luana. Apparently the queen wishes to knight her. Helped Ethelred and Elnith with that Unseelie problem.”

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

Location
Maison d’Violette
10.00hrs.

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@Click This@AzureKnight@VitaVitaAR

“Lucrecia.” Livia responded coolly. “I can understand your hesitancy and concern, but I have a contract with this one. Demons, especially scale ones…while it is hard to get them to agree to anything often will at least keep to the letter of the deal.” Livia glanced at the rest of the maids, handing the folder back to Mariarca. “I expect you to treat her as nothing more than another maid in training despite her nature. Any problems with her, you report to me first, unless she is directly harming another human. Do I make myself clear? Now all of you, get back to work. I’ve little time for idle hands.” She would then, leave, heading for the sitting room where she’d presumably be until they had finished their tour.

Akantha was quiet.

She hung tightly to Polina’s leg, eyes hyper focused on Eliz, little hands trembling.

“...Ah? Akantha…why don’t you come with me and help me get a dress ready.” Mariarca’s voice seemed to get Akantha’s attention, looking swiftly between Polina, the demon, and the head maid. Hesitantly, she’d let go of Polina, wordlessly running over, making sure to keep a wide berth around Eliz before ending up behind Mariarca, using her as cover from the demon. Mariarca offered the girl a small head pat before ordering her to come along. She glanced one more time back at the demon, but shook her head, running off after Mariarca.

That just left the rest of the maids to bow as Livia left, before going back to their duties. A few glanced at Eliz, but none said anything. If they were to treat her like any other trainee…well, Lady Fiore was not one to lightly punish maids that went against her orders. As they left, however, one familiar pair of pointed ears and red-hair would move towards them. A pair of bright green, elvish eyes studying Eliz with a hint of curiosity.

“So…this is our newest member.” The elf in question was named Siegine. Another of the veteran maids that had been with the Maison for a while. “Strange, she’s much smaller than I imagined a scale demon would be.” The elf studied the demon in front of her a bit longer. “Hm…I very much would like to fight you, but alas, I’m here on business. Myrilla is in the training fields if you are looking for her. I was heading that way too, and thought I could accompany you all.”

Well, Myrilla wouldn’t be hard to find at least. Viatrix was likely in the medical ward, too.

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@Pyromania99
“Waow, what a hypocrite. Smacked my butt and you don’t want yours smacked? I thought you’d liked it.” Lyssa giggled, taking a few steps away from the firbolg as she’d take a look around the workshop. “Oh, no reason though. Not like Lady Fiore has returned or anything! I believe she said something like ‘Someone tell that dumb cat maid I’ll put her in the basement as punishment for not being here!’” Lyssa said with a grin, completely being an instigator as she’d pick up a doll and grin. “Mariarca asked me to drag you there.”

Lyssa proceeded to pet the dolls head, giving it a few flicks on the forehead with her finger.

“Hey can I keep one? These things are cute.”

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Location:
Human Village
@Psyker Landshark@VitaVitaAR

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“...I will keep your words in mind, but if she continues to help with healing I may not be able to take that decision lightly.” Giles replied with a frown. “But if you intend to head out, I’ll have a room prepared for the three of you. If you’re looking for your companions, I’d suggest Julene’s. Her home is…well, it stands out. Close to the waterfront. Looks heavily fortified.”

Giles wouldn’t stop the two of them from leaving, shaking his head with a bit of exasperation. An eventful day he’d need to mull over. For now, though, he’d see about preparing a room for the three of the guests.

Julene’s place wasn’t terribly difficult to find. Near the waterfront, and heavily fortified. The stories that rose above the others were stacked with barrels and what obviously were sniper nests, and from within they could already and easily hear the voices of their companions…

Location:
Human Village, Riverside
@Pyromania99@Click This@Asuras@Psyker Landshark@VitaVitaAR

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“Make yourself at home. I already told ye ya could.” Julene shrugged, taking her blade into her abode shortly following behind Akyasha. “Other settlements? Mhm, there’s a few…though we’re definitely the largest.” She’d respond to Giselle as she’d lean her blade against the forge, motioning for the rest of them to come inside and finish talking. “Don’t have a quick and easy way to contact them, though. We often use runners to run messages, lamp signals. light carries really well out here. Only for emergencies though, some beasts are…smart.”

The human leaned against the wall, folding her arms across her chest.

“The beasts have been rearin’ their ugly faces since before I was born, but the vampire is news to me. If it is the source of these beasts, well…guess there’s nothing I can do. I’m good to fight if I hafta, but I’m not a reckless dumbass that’s gonna jump against something that can kill me with a flick of their pinky.” She’d grunt. “Undead are new though. In the past…mhm, thirty lamp lightnings. Dunno where they’re comin’ from, likely the ocean. Ain’t too far, but that place ain’t no place for people. Undead crawling all over it and there’s something there that sleeps in the water.” Julene shrugged. “Not much else to say. I doubt you wanna hear about the food problems…ah?” Julene turned her head towards the entryway.

“...More of you? At this point I’m startin’ to think people are just’ dropping from the heavens.” She’d sigh. “...or crawlin up outta the demon pits. Come in, make yourself at home. Those three already have. Julene.”

Location:
Forest of Beasts
@crimson Paladin

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“Eheheh, aren’t you a most agreeable vampire. Excellent, excellent.” The witch would produce an admittedly large flask and handing it to him. “Fill it in whatever way you want. Now lets see…” The witch would pull her journal from her pocket once more. Now that Argus could get a good look at it…it was far too ornately decorated and well made for someone like the witch to possess naturally.

“Hmhm…what can you tell me about the ocean, little book…? Go on, wake up! I’ve not all of this long night, ehehe!” With a drop of the vampire's blood from her ring onto the pages, the book would slowly start turning its pages by itself, the seemingly blank pages filling with text. Briefly, he could see the words ‘Good tidings, Lady Charlotte’ at the top before she’d manually flip through some more.

“‘Thiefs End’ or ‘Graveyard of Refugees.’ I’ve come to the conclusion that in the old days people tried to flee across the seas only to be destroyed by a demon…a god? Or something from beyond the stars. Apparently a vampire was put to rest there, too! Too long ago to say but they say the dead there were cursed with grudges and hate…hm, no no not that. Further on. What is the ship?” The book would flip through another few pages. “The ship…and the force that commands them. I can’t say what beast lurks in the depths, but that ship is…mhm, it’s been floating out there ever since the death of the world. I believe some creatures have taken up residence in it. They worship whatever that thing below the waters are.” She’d conclude, swiping the now filled flask of blood before he could do anything else. “Can’t say much more than that. Eheheeh, I hope you’re not too disappointed?”

The witch, apparently named Charlotte, turned to Argus with a smile.

“That said…I’ve a particular interest in that ship as well. Specifically something those cultists have. Its the entire reason I’m out here, you see. Perhaps, if you intend to go at some point, Mr. Vampire…remember little old me out here. I could and would be more than happy to assist. In the meantime…I could perhaps try gathering more information about it if I get something in return for such work, too.”