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Awlrighty then. Next round is on :) There is some minor time jumping again but don't mind that. If you just play your own scenes everything will go just fine!
@Baklava let Lord Santa play his turn first. @Lord Santa play Steven all the way to meet Abel and the old man with the wagon.
@Baklava let Lord Santa play his turn first. @Lord Santa play Steven all the way to meet Abel and the old man with the wagon.
@BytheSpleen@Shikaru
Steven had ran to the village with Säätur. The blood continued streaming from where the cougar's head used to be. More and more of the ground turned to red. The sun kept shining and heating the bare rocks around Lyra and badly wounded Illumina.
From the shadow of one of the bigger boulders behind the two, emerged two dark shadow-like creatures, not bigger than a human head. They were small and round, without eyes or mouth and their arms and legs where more like tentacles.
Carefully, silent as a shadow would, they went to the carcass. One walked to the leg and the other to the head. The one that went to the head, grabbed it from the upper jaw and tore it completely apart from the rest of the body with disgusting sound of flesh and bone ripping apart. Then without a word the two shadows began dragging their pieces of the cougar towards the forest that was far towards South surrounding the waterfall where the river began.
@Lord Santa
The first time Säätur reacted to the situation with something else than being paralyzed of the shock was when Steven already ran a good deal from the blood, death and decapitated carcasses. He began twisting and struggling to get off the back and grip of this big scary stranger. Regardless of what he did with his meager strength, it didn't seem to help so he started yelling "Let me go!! I don't want to!! Noooo!!!" and pounding Stevens armored torso where ever he could reach.
It seemed that he had already forgotten of the violence. The only thing that mattered now was getting off the back of this stranger who was not letting him find the flower he was looking for. Once the river began to come closer to the road they were on and the fields began to surround the two, Säätur realized that he had failed. He stopped pouting and fell forwards leaning to Stevens sun heated armor.
@Baklava
"If it is the inn you are looking for, you will find it further down the road." The man waved slightly along the road. "Just go across the bridge and into the town. There is a few houses and an alley that takes a sharp turn left. You will come to the town square. Inn is the first house on your right in the corner of the square. Two floors with big windows in the first, can't miss it."
After he was done explaining the old man turned his eyes from the village to Abel. "I hope what you say is true." He took the bridle again to continue his way. "The night after the brother disappeared we heard witch drums from the forest and saw smoke." With a snap from the bridle the old horse began slowly pulling the wagon.
The man didn't make it far before he stopped again. In the distance he saw a knight of sorts running down the road towards them. "That one of your friends, lad?"
Steven had ran to the village with Säätur. The blood continued streaming from where the cougar's head used to be. More and more of the ground turned to red. The sun kept shining and heating the bare rocks around Lyra and badly wounded Illumina.
From the shadow of one of the bigger boulders behind the two, emerged two dark shadow-like creatures, not bigger than a human head. They were small and round, without eyes or mouth and their arms and legs where more like tentacles.
Carefully, silent as a shadow would, they went to the carcass. One walked to the leg and the other to the head. The one that went to the head, grabbed it from the upper jaw and tore it completely apart from the rest of the body with disgusting sound of flesh and bone ripping apart. Then without a word the two shadows began dragging their pieces of the cougar towards the forest that was far towards South surrounding the waterfall where the river began.
@Lord Santa
The first time Säätur reacted to the situation with something else than being paralyzed of the shock was when Steven already ran a good deal from the blood, death and decapitated carcasses. He began twisting and struggling to get off the back and grip of this big scary stranger. Regardless of what he did with his meager strength, it didn't seem to help so he started yelling "Let me go!! I don't want to!! Noooo!!!" and pounding Stevens armored torso where ever he could reach.
It seemed that he had already forgotten of the violence. The only thing that mattered now was getting off the back of this stranger who was not letting him find the flower he was looking for. Once the river began to come closer to the road they were on and the fields began to surround the two, Säätur realized that he had failed. He stopped pouting and fell forwards leaning to Stevens sun heated armor.
@Baklava
"If it is the inn you are looking for, you will find it further down the road." The man waved slightly along the road. "Just go across the bridge and into the town. There is a few houses and an alley that takes a sharp turn left. You will come to the town square. Inn is the first house on your right in the corner of the square. Two floors with big windows in the first, can't miss it."
After he was done explaining the old man turned his eyes from the village to Abel. "I hope what you say is true." He took the bridle again to continue his way. "The night after the brother disappeared we heard witch drums from the forest and saw smoke." With a snap from the bridle the old horse began slowly pulling the wagon.
The man didn't make it far before he stopped again. In the distance he saw a knight of sorts running down the road towards them. "That one of your friends, lad?"
Nice! ;)
A little correction, @Lord Santa it is a couple of miles to Avveel. I should've said it earlier but there is a bit of "time jumping" between Abel and the others. Had to do that so that @Baklava would have something to play while the others fought the cougar. Just writing about walking for a couple of miles for several turns is not so much fun :D
So yeah, don't think about that too much just keep going as you have so far :) I will "play" Steven into the scene with Abel and the old man for the next round.
A little correction, @Lord Santa it is a couple of miles to Avveel. I should've said it earlier but there is a bit of "time jumping" between Abel and the others. Had to do that so that @Baklava would have something to play while the others fought the cougar. Just writing about walking for a couple of miles for several turns is not so much fun :D
So yeah, don't think about that too much just keep going as you have so far :) I will "play" Steven into the scene with Abel and the old man for the next round.
And the next round is on! :)
@Lord Santa@BytheSpleen@Shikaru
The starving mountain cougar had no chance of surviving. It's paw reached Illumina's face tearing four deep cuts. Each surely leaving a permanent souvenir from the trip. The moment that happened and Illumina rolled, Steven's halberd hit the beast at the root of it's neck. The blade sank deep into the body of the cougar. At the same time when the lethal iron met the beast, Lyra's death beam hit it's side. The ink colored, snake-like projectile penetrated it's fur to devour all life that was left in it.
The lifeless, almost decapitated carcass hit the ground with the force of the halberd and Steven's blade sank few inches deeper. Blood streamed freely from the gaping cut that separated the body from the head. The cougar's fur began to take ash shaded color from the death beam.
Silence fell on the scene. Säätur found his way to a sitting position and turned to see the others. He froze on the spot.
@Baklava
"Was he alright?" The old man seemed to relax slightly but the gloomy concern remained on his face. "That boy was not home when the family woke up. They were afraid that he had been taken like his older brother."
The last sentence seemed like it escaped from the old man. He realized what he had just said and looked around confused and embarrassed. "I ... I shouldn't have said that. It is not my place it say more." The old man's voice slightly faded to a apologetic whisper as he turned his eyes towards the direction where Abel had pointed.
"Say, you had others with you?" The man kept his eyes fastened at the Rocky Gate in the distance for a moment more before turning his eyes back to Abel. "where are they now? You came here alone." The gloomy concern had not left his voice.
The starving mountain cougar had no chance of surviving. It's paw reached Illumina's face tearing four deep cuts. Each surely leaving a permanent souvenir from the trip. The moment that happened and Illumina rolled, Steven's halberd hit the beast at the root of it's neck. The blade sank deep into the body of the cougar. At the same time when the lethal iron met the beast, Lyra's death beam hit it's side. The ink colored, snake-like projectile penetrated it's fur to devour all life that was left in it.
The lifeless, almost decapitated carcass hit the ground with the force of the halberd and Steven's blade sank few inches deeper. Blood streamed freely from the gaping cut that separated the body from the head. The cougar's fur began to take ash shaded color from the death beam.
Silence fell on the scene. Säätur found his way to a sitting position and turned to see the others. He froze on the spot.
@Baklava
"Was he alright?" The old man seemed to relax slightly but the gloomy concern remained on his face. "That boy was not home when the family woke up. They were afraid that he had been taken like his older brother."
The last sentence seemed like it escaped from the old man. He realized what he had just said and looked around confused and embarrassed. "I ... I shouldn't have said that. It is not my place it say more." The old man's voice slightly faded to a apologetic whisper as he turned his eyes towards the direction where Abel had pointed.
"Say, you had others with you?" The man kept his eyes fastened at the Rocky Gate in the distance for a moment more before turning his eyes back to Abel. "where are they now? You came here alone." The gloomy concern had not left his voice.
@Shikaru? :)
If you have a post ready @Shikaru just post :)
Yah, and I guess when the area and place is somewhat established, describing how the dust moves under the feet of a character might be a bit umm.. Well unnecessary :D
The Barkeeper welcomed the guest with a cheerful "evenings ser! How do you want to feel in the morning? Like knocked out by a sledge hammer or more like my daughter had wiped the tavern floor with your face?" The good willing man laughed cheerfully. Then he brought a glass and two bottles - one turning towards red and one more towards amber.
Muorra didn't pay attention to Clay coming in. He was focused on the Shoemaker's story about how the King himself had come to his small shop of all places to by a new strap for his fancy shoes. The climax of the story was when the King missed a step going out and fell face first out of the door. He was lucky - well kind of. Had the pile of horse crap not been where it was, the scene would've been much bloodier and not so funny for the town's people who happened to see the unlucky event.
Muorra was done with his pint and headed back to get some more. He took a couple of steps backwards while still talking to the men of the village who were gathered to the table. Without paying attention to his surroundings he was dangerously on a collision course with Clay. Muorra was about to turn towards the direction he was headed... @Dark Light
Muorra didn't pay attention to Clay coming in. He was focused on the Shoemaker's story about how the King himself had come to his small shop of all places to by a new strap for his fancy shoes. The climax of the story was when the King missed a step going out and fell face first out of the door. He was lucky - well kind of. Had the pile of horse crap not been where it was, the scene would've been much bloodier and not so funny for the town's people who happened to see the unlucky event.
Muorra was done with his pint and headed back to get some more. He took a couple of steps backwards while still talking to the men of the village who were gathered to the table. Without paying attention to his surroundings he was dangerously on a collision course with Clay. Muorra was about to turn towards the direction he was headed... @Dark Light
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