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UNTOLD STORY: Final Dungeon

Declaring this RP over.
I no longer want to run it.
Thanks for participating!

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

But HOW?

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

^{The Gay Grove}

A sigh escaped Mariah as Isla plopped down next to her. She raised her parasol to give shade to them both as Isla asked, “So, do you think we’ve lost?” Looking over at Madison and Vashti, Mariah began, "I dunno. I just know I ain't gonna..." Madison flew upward abruptly-- all her weird bone floaties multiplied too. Weird. Mariah squinted as she continued, "--get all sweaty--" Vashti wiggled about on the ground. Well that made sense that she looked hurt as hell-- Madison had quite a lot of force behind her tackle, as Mariah had found out, so it made a lot of sense that Vashti would suddenly turn into a lizard.

Suddenly.
Turn into a lizard?

Within Mariah's head, the phrase bounced around every single neuron as they all immediately decided to deny this as reality. Mariah's brows creased as she pointed at the large lizard, looked to Isla in a non-verbal request for confirmation as to what she was pointing at, and by the time she looked back, the Giant Lizard That Probably Inhabited A Monster Energy Drink Can, launched itself toward Claudette's legs.

Holy shit it was a lizard that eats people.
Unga-bunga Velociraptor. Oh.

Some very primitive, very ancient amygdala processes compelled Mariah to action, quicker than she could even realize. In one motion, Mariah stood bolt upright, tried to immediately get the fuck away, stumbled and tripped over either herself or Isla, and rather gracefully landed on her fucking face. But did this stop her? Hell no. Absolutely zero thought went through her mind as she found herself on all fours, then began stumble crawling away, dragging her Hello Kitty parasol away in the sudden rain, like a little kid escaping the school bully that happened to be a giant lizard.

Nausea washed over her in waves, as the rest of her brain began catching up to the emergence of a fucking giant monster lizard, all of a sudden, and she could feel the fear practically tearing her enchantments away from everything she held. Did it matter? No. Run. Body go. Have run. When she fell again, there was more disgraceful scrambling in the grass, and she was dead set on getting to the treeline by any means.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Chapter 3 gon be thicc af.
You sure it's only 5 chapters and not 6? Lol.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

^{The Gay Grove}

Beneath her feet, the dirt and grass flattened out, as the clashing of Madison's power against hers pulsed. Gritting her teeth and setting her jaw, Mariah felt a twinge of fear-- that she would be thrown back and break every single damn bone in her body. Chills raced for the back of her neck and a coolness swept over Mariah as that fear reinforced her power.

"Okay for real, yo?" Madison chuckled, "We're better than that, we say hoe."

A laugh left Mariah and she felt her arms begin the tremble. "No pensé que duraría tanto tiempo," she yelled above the odd muffling of her voice in her own ears. In Spanish she continued, "(ES)--but I will not back down, even if this is because of a stupid flag game, and none of the results actually matter." Again a surge of energy-- courage given palpable strength-- coursed into her spell. That umbrella was practically burning with the power as Mariah continued in Spanish, shouting, "(ES)Even if this is the dumbest thing to be taking place right now," Mariah felt energy building as she spoke, fear and courage synced, and an intensity like none-other welled up within her, "(ES)I have much to prove to someone, so how about you fucking move, hoe!"

She stepped forward slightly, felt a little give-- sucked a sharp breath in-- then shoved with all her strength, screaming, "(ES)Dinosaurs are boring anyway!" And as Madison went flying back from the force, Mariah stumbled forward, tripped over her own feet, then fell to the ground in a heap, only barely managing to land on all fours instead of face-planting. A deeeeep breath left Mariah as she glanced up, then say Madison already headed off, but inwardly gave that a 'fuck it' on the scale of care.

"Did my part," Mariah mumbled, taking a few deep breaths, and observing the chaos of the field.

---

Tory's taser sticks managed to detach as the undead man started walking away. Completely and utterly exhausted but still very pissed off, Hector rolled over, then pushed himself up onto a knee as Lyss asked, “Are you a friend of someone here? You really shouldn’t walk up behind a woman like that.”

And in his butchered Peruvian spanglish, Hector began cursing, "I NO EVEN SNEAK! I SAY HI TO THAT--" Hector gestured furiously at Claudette and suddenly realized Lyss had also done him wrong, turning the gestures on her "--Fuck you mother fuck Gringo Yankee bitch fucker I shit on you pillow at night you fuck shit head stain shit fucker." He got to his feet, slowly as he continued barking curses in Spanish briefly, before answering-sort-of, "You fuck face head fuck feet get you shit in a pocket puedes lay down I shit in you mouth motherfuck-- MARIAH, YOU FRIENDS EAT SHIT FUCK! Rude fucks. Odio Estados Unidos-- FUCK!"

His voice lowered again as he cursed more in Peruvian, gesturing from Claudette to Lyss, to the ground, to the zombie, to the sky, to his shirt-- which he began ripping off casually and with ease-- as he turned shouting, "ME VOY ME VOY ME VOY rude fuck I not sneak up dumb shit head I say hello you fuck hola? Tase me? Fuck Frenchie," he looks over his shoulder, shouting at Claudette, "STINKY CHEESE FUCKING CROSSAINT OUI OUI MOTHERFUCK! YOU SHIT IN YOU PANTS AT NIGHT-- te voy a dejar harapiento-- YOU FUCK! I fuck you con A BRICK IN YOU ASS..."

And thus his angry rambling would continue, growing increasingly incomprehensible as he walked away, back toward where the cars were parked.

The Forest of Helsend

GURITAG

Rita stared at Tolan like a disappointed Math Tutor, eyed Neith on the floor, then rested her gaze on Micah for a beat. She tilted her head back, downed the rest of her beer slush whilst fighting off brain freeze. To say she was annoyed would be an understatement-- she knew when to call it quits. Casting a long stare toward Dion, whilst raising her brows in a non-verbal fashion that asked, 'What just happened?.'

With a sigh she shook her head, then got to her feet. "I'll meet ya 'bout where ya found me in the mornin'. Bout time for sleepin', I reckon," she walked over to Dion and gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder, "I'm sure if ya find somethin' of import you'll tell me." And with that, she headed for the door, bound for the Inn, which was not this room with these people.

^{@Blizz@Jerkchicken}

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Meanwhile, Vashti is about to absolutely murder a woman in broad daylight.
Stupid primate had it coming.
Welcome to the Coven!

Serpent's Snag-A Supernatural Western

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Early's Inn and Eatery -- Shanty Town

Early's -- Inn and Eatery

On the edge of Shanty Town, right along the road leading out of town, is not only a group of houses for Colored laborers-- formerly slaves having been emancipated , having traveled West, and many of them having taken up station as cowboys, bounty hunters, and assorted laborers-- there's of course the local eatery. Started by an old woman by the name of Earlene Dukes, the property was built by her hand and that of her family. It was simply her hospitality, always cooking enough to feed the neighbors or anyone that came by, that launched the idea of opening a restaurant. The weariness and late hours at which some hungry folk came knocking initiated the idea of the "inn".

Early's is a single level wooding building, with four private rooms, but plenty of space in the common area where travelers have propped their feet up, taken rest on the floor, or atop any gap of space in the often crowded inn. For the reasonable price of ten cents, a traveler can eat all day at Early's, and there are even wooden tokens handed out for a "lottery" that awards a free meal to a returning customer.

Currently, Earlene resides in the residence, always keeping the doors open and the stove warm, with two of her seven children in town, and four grandchildren between them. A small farm supplies her food and meat, maintained by several people in the neighborhood-- which largely supports itself. Her loyalties lie solely with the colored people of Serpent's Snag, no matter who or what they are, as long as they keep the peace and take their scuffles outside. Some say that Earlene's husband's ghost can be heard singing from the kitchen on Sunday nights-- that he has a voice worthy of praise and misty eyes.

NPC's Associated:
^{Everyone mentioned in this list is "colored" and have a deep skin tone. Unmistakable west African slave-trade ancestry.}
Earlene Dukes -- 56 -- Proprietor and Cook: Steel-Willed, Cold Blooded, Warm Hearted, but ain't no fool. Chews tobacco and spits with the best of 'em. Extremely superstitious. Formerly a house slave. Can and Will shoot a man over 100 paces away. Never far from any sort of gun.

Mary Dukes-Freeman -- 25 -- Daughter of Earlene, Wife of Booker, mother of two: Meaner than a starved coyote and always singing beautifully. She can play the piano and fiddle extremely well. Usually babysitting. So short fused she's about to snap on you right now. Has a soft spot for Viernes-- those damn mothering instincts.

Booker Freeman -- 28 -- Husband of Mary, Carpenter, Farmer: Quiet, passive, and loves the hell out of his wife. Loves to smoke and drink with the boys. Stutters when he's excited.

William and Benjamin -- Twins 6 -- Mary and Booker's Children: Extremely curious, never where they should be, perpetually snot-nosed, constantly scraped, and usually dirty. Benjamin has a heavy lisp. William loves toy guns.

Elijah "Kettle" Dukes -- 34 -- Son of Earlene, Husband of The Other Mary, Cook, Butcher: Ill-tempered, loud, but kinda cowardly. Usually taking horses to the stables or cutting meat. Speaks in a YELL.

Mary Dukes aka, "No, no, the OTHER Mary!" -- 28 -- Wife of Elijah, Wife, Cook, Maid, Mother of Two etc.: Always tired, passive-aggressive, aloof as hell, reasonably apathetic, currently pregnant. Always cleaning or hauling something.

Rose and Dandelion Dukes -- 9 and 8 respectively -- Daughters of Elijah and Mary: Skinny, tag-team bullies, love throwing stuff at ghosts and antagonizing animals. Dandelion thinks she's the prettiest "woman in the west." Rose longs to marry a "real Injun cowboy" and won't shut up about it.

Serpent's Snag-A Supernatural Western

EDIT -- you said send the CS in PM's oof.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

^{The Gay Grove}

Tory twitched residually as the electricity stopped coursing through him. He lay on the ground on his front, propped up by his spikes-- sort of. Some of them had dug into the soft forest floor, so he was removing himself like a tent-steak, just as the shamblin' ramblin' man ran up on him.

"NOOO," screeched Tory, "NO EAT ME!"

Zombie grabbed him in the worst hug and, like a trapped animal, Tory began thrashing about so violently, that even the Zombie was having trouble keeping a grasp on him.

And then he squirted blood.
Every single spike on his body simultaneously FIRED OFF VIOLENTLY-- only a half inch out of him before flopping uselessly to the forest floor. Tory went extremely limp in the Zombie's arms, becoming a very heavy dead weight, as he squited another gout of blood, and passed out.

... for about five seconds.

^"Ahhhh," Tory weakly screamed, spikeless, covered in blood, and still being held by a very undead gentleman... and then he was hit with the taser again.

---

Tilting backward, stumbling as she did so, Mariah's parasol wooshed as she completely didn't contact the mass of person she should have. Regaining her balance, Mariah caught sight of Kara with the flag in hand. Things had happened quickly. "Puchata!" Mariah shouted, taking quick stock of the situation, and deciding that giving chase was probably her best bet. Gritting her teeth and getting just a little bit pissed off, Mariah found herself sprinting after Kara in a very 'Bout to mow a bitch down' kind of way, with her umbrella closed and pointed toward Kara, as if she were a knight with a Jousting lance.

But then something caught her eye.

Purple light-- bones floating about-- Madison came speeding toward Mariah. Now, anyone who's seen a rugby match knows what happens next, because Mariah weren't no bitch. Chills ran up and down her arms and warmth rose within her chest-- the orange glow of her Parasol flared brightly, as if it were a fire someone had thrown fuel on-- and there was the war-flame courage kindling her abstraction.

Mariah felt as if she were practically flying over the ground, each step placed perfectly on even ground, and her feet dug into it perfectly as she sped forward, planted one foot, stabbed her parasol forward a she opened it-- so that Madison may meet the soul-less gaze of Hello Kitty-- as she went in to meet Madison's push with a goddamn fully committed shove. Bellowing like a ratchet hood warrior, Mariah declared, "Get outta'ere, skank!" No matter what she was meeting, Mariah was dead set on overpowering her, cause if you ain't a winner you're last.