Post by Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) on Aug 23, 2015 9:14:17 GMT -8
[2015/08/21 15:55] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me was already in the thick of things, skinning the stag for it's hide, disembowling it neatly and such for the meat. It was messy, stinky, business but it was one she was well versed in. And she'd a small smile growing on her face, wistful and reminiscent as she worked. It was rather like the night with the wyvern - the night that truly set her and Cailean on this course - and while things had grown tense and uneasy since, she thought it perhaps a good omen they'd gone hunting together. Perhaps it'd help things settle back together so nice. So she worked, her good mood growing, and a quiet gaelic tune hummed through her lips.
[2015/08/21 16:03] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): By this point in time, Cailean already realized that Cedar knew her way around a knife. The stag might as well've worn a jacket for how quickly the runt got his fur off. Then when that was done, they'd discover the organ donor card in his pocket and Cedar'd go about harvesting those too. All the parts of the stag, including the stag-stick, which they'd discovered Wolves loved chewing on after it was smoked. Wolves, with a capital W. Just as well, Cailean returned with the cart; it was a lot of meat to be hauling around and he'd stuffed the cart with their tents and--.. aye, well, one bedroll this time, since the last hadn't been used. He even brought them a change of clothes because he knew Cedar liked to get up to her shoulders in dem carcasses. "Passed a stream about a ways back," he said conversationally as he came upon the little butcher. "Be good for washing. Didn't see any flat ground though."
[2015/08/21 16:04] /me Storyweaver rolls R5 (CC:bc87): 26, Rolling for... something. ;D
[2015/08/21 16:06] Creampuff (Xiphophorus): (Both of you roll your huntsman please for a Perception Check.)
[2015/08/21 16:06] /me Cailean rolls Dice (CC:bc89): 48, huntsman 0, wtf cail, don't you know anything?
[2015/08/21 16:07] /me Valesk StoryMaker | rolls R6 (CC:bc8a): 4, the hills have eyes yo
[2015/08/21 16:07] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): oh need to change that sorry ))
[2015/08/21 16:09] /me Storyweaver From what you are both aware of, it seems perfectly safe out here. The sun is still high enough in the sky, and the lazy shadows of late afternoon are drawing longer. The air is warm, and the sky clear of clouds. A lovely sunny day in Valesk. The humidity isn't enough to be annoying and all is right with the realm.
[2015/08/21 16:13] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me thought the day was fine and the man walking up even finer and though she was up to her elbows in wildebeast -- er, stag -- she cast a smile towards Cailean when he walked up with the wagon filled and en tow. "Weeel," she drawled with a widening smile. "Wuid make tha sleepin' hard, ta be sure ..." Not that she expected them to be doing much by way of sleeping that night, and the look she wore said as much. "Guid though, 'bout tha stream. Wint be wantin' ta stink sae manky when tha stag's done, aye?"
[2015/08/21 16:20] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): /me saw skies of blue and clouds of white, a bright blessed day, what would be a dark, sacred night, and he thought to himself, 'what a wonderful world!' He eased the cart up next to Cedar and dropped the handles to the ground, groaning as he rolled his shoulders to work out the stiffness in them. Once again, he'd sold the mule, thinking they'd not need it -- but at this rate, they might as well keep it around. Not that there was much loss in buying and trading it about -- it's value didn't necessarily decrease. "Aye," he replied, eying her and the blood that covered her hands. It made him recall something, though he couldn't decide if the memory was welcome or not. Exhaling slowly, he went to stand beside the carcass with a grin. "Think we can keep the head? Thought I saw a new taxidermist in town. Heard they'll stuff it for you for fair coin." He looked over to Cedar again in time to catch her look and felt a jolt of excitement race through him.
[2015/08/21 16:23] /me Storyweaver: The peaceful day was perfect for a hunt, lovely and serene... Then a rustling sound could be heard from out of the ear, a disturbance. Something moving aside the ferns something... large? No? Medium? It was hard to tell, but it was coming.
[2015/08/21 16:27] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me could see the shift of Cailean's posture, of his expression, when he'd caught her gaze and it made her grin grow impish, delight settling in her gaze. "Aye, I'd met wi' her tha oth--" Cedar's words, lilting and light hearted as they were, broke off for the sounds over by the ferns. Her ear twitched for them and she glanced that way, the smile fading and a furrow etching itself along her brow as she tried to make out what boded to appear. "Cailean ..." she said, a feeling of uncertainty creeping its way into the set of her shoulders. "Dint ken bu' ... tha' sounds like it's comin' our way ...?" Which, to Cedar was generally a thing that didn't happen. Animals were often wanting to get away.
[2015/08/21 16:34] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): Of course Cedar would've met the woman who runs the chicanery -- whatever the hell that word meant. She dealt with animals large and small and if they weren't looking to save the deer's pelt, it was likely they'd get a fair bit of coin for it there too. Cailean grinned and then--.. eh? Something rustling in the bushes? He looked over toward the sound, stared at it for a moment, then shrugged. Aye, animals often went away and when it realized they were there, it'd leave. "Probably just a squirrel or something. Bird underbrush," the man with no huntsman score told Cedar. "Might be a boar?" That'd be favorable and make an excellent trip out of this one. Plus they'd have bacon.
[2015/08/21 16:35] /me Storyweaver The bushes shifted enough for the two see what was making the noise. And there was... a... doe. Oh, well then a doe came into the clearing. It's eyes shining and peering at the two, it then took a step back as it then either saw or smelled the dying stag. The creature was far from terrifying, a full grown doe that may have been two years or older. Her hide a pleasant light brown shade, rittled with cream spots.
[2015/08/21 16:44] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me shook her head, frustration threatening to rise though wariness was what remained. Of course, Cailean thought nothing of the matter - but Cedar was a walking aspect of Death and the animals never wished to walk /towards/ her. So why would this one now? But before she could say anything more to explain her wariness to Cailean, the animal causing the noises appeared -- and Cedar just stared. A doe. That was it. And in noticing the stag it seemed to grow wary suddenly, stepping away. Had she succeeded then, Cedar wondered. Had she managed to finally blend herself in with the surrounding forest to such an extent that the animals were no longer uneasy that she was near? She'd been working hard on trying to figure out how to do so and took the doe's presence as affirmation she'd reached her aim. So Cedar smiled, sudden and bright, and glanced from the doe to Cailean before turning back to her work, because naturally the doe wouldn't stick around, right?
[2015/08/21 16:47] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): "Aye, see? Just a doe." He nodded at the creature and then turned away from it to look down at what was left of the stag's carcass, paying no attention to the certainly deadly-creature-in-disguise doe behind them. Was it deadly? Or was it just a doe? Cailean didn't know or bother to think about it, so he just leaned against the edge of the cart. Last time he'd tried to help Cedar with a carcass, she'd shoo'd him away, not wanting him to butcher the meat or the hide and make it unusuable -- and therefore worthless. He could smoke the venison later. Ah, he shouldn't stand around, should he? As if on cue, he began unpacking the cart and stomping the grass around them down. With luck, he'd find ground flat enough for the both of 'em.
[2015/08/21 16:49] /me Storyweaver The doe looked unsure, before it's front legs lifting upwards then back downwards in a little trot as it seemed to be... disturbed? Tail flopping about. It was trembling. It was looking back at the two of them then the way it came starting to spin almost as it was moving. Then... the trees, there was a cawing sound as a crow flew up and away from where it had been resting on a branch. It seemed to be drawing... darker in the forest, like the shadows were getting bigger from the trees though the sun was still shinning and had not budged. The sounds of the river nearby seemed to be drifting away.
[2015/08/21 16:58] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me had been ready to get back to work on the stag, but the sound of the distressed doe plagued her. She only just barely kept from glancing over her shoulder at it, from a mixture of curiosity and wary unease that she was trying to shake -- except the sudden call of a crow had her jump in her skin and Cedar jumped upright and away from the stag as well. "Fekc i'tall!" she said in a rather panicked way. A bloodied hand raised to hold itself over her panicked heart and Cedar turned her gaze to the skies looking for the crow - she was a rather superstitious one, she was. That it had begun to grow darker wasn't unnoticed by her but she didn't realise yet the sounds of the stream was fading away. No, instead her attention settled again on the doe and Cedar began to inch around the stag towards Cailean. "Tha's no' righ'," she said quietly, as if she expected the doe to change shape into a witch of the wild or some such thing. "Did ye hear tha crow, Cailean? Think as we mun be off, aye?" Yes. She was
[2015/08/21 16:58] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): ready to leave the stag just like that. Silly superstitious fae.
[2015/08/21 17:02] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): /me straightened and looked in the direction of the darkening forest. Like most men, he didn't like being told to run. Well, he didn't like being told what to do at all, but he wasn't quite so keen on simply abandoning their prize. Dark skies and crows be damned, aye? He waved his hand in dismissal. It wasn't a full moon, so what'd they have to worry about that he couldn't handle? "I'm sure it's nothing to worry about," he replied. No, it was very worth worrying about, but he knew that either the shadows would miss them or if they didn't, no amount of running was going to outpace how quickly those skies grew dark.
[2015/08/21 17:08] /me Storyweaver: The creature then seemed to finally settle on something and it... it dashed right past the pair, bounding off in a far too faster manner than was normal for such a creature. The shadows drew larger and thicker, it felt they like they were under a thick canopy of trees rather than the few above. The sounds of the forest was fading away at a rapid rate.
Relevant IM from SW:
- [2015/08/21 17:10] Creampuff (Xiphophorus): It may be your innate fae attunement to the wilds or your knowledge of the forest, but something is not right. You suddenly feel you are not alone, something is out there. Something large, and predatory.
[2015/08/21 17:14] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): D:
[2015/08/21 17:13] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me wanted nothing more than to believe Cailean, than to hold his measure of bravado in the face of her fear. But she couldn't. It was growing darker by the moment and she realised, then, as the doe dashed away, that it'd run in the direction of the stream Cailean had mentioned - only she couldn't hear the stream anymore. No ... she heard fewer and fewer aspects of the forest and she realised it, mixed with the bad omen of the crow, were what had put her on edge. "Cailean, it's grown silent - more'n it shuid be fer my bein' 'ere aye?" she said in a voice tense and urgent. Her head shook and she began to back up, her hands clasping to his upper arm and pulling on him to coax him along with her. "We mun be off, Cailean -- we mun go. I'd no' wish ta stay an' find ou' wha's comin', aye??"
[2015/08/21 17:18] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): /me continued to watch the encroaching darkness, wanting nothing more than to feel like there was a chance that they could get away. But as bipedal creatures, they were likely the slowest creatures in the forest and he couldn't help but agree now. "Aye, but I don't think we'll be outrunning whatever's coming," he replied, drawing his sword for the second time that day. They'd gotten lucky once already, hadn't they? He drew in a deep breath. "You go, lover. I'll be here. I'm not a very fast runner, aye? You go, I'll try to find somewhere to hide." There was plenty of tall grass around, and shadows and thickets for him to hide in. Plenty.
[2015/08/21 17:21] Creampuff (Xiphophorus): (<3)
[2015/08/21 17:21] Creampuff (Xiphophorus): (Roll for Perception Check, this time Shadows!)
[2015/08/21 17:22] /me Cailean rolls R5 (CC:bc8c): 132, one with the shadows, one with death
[2015/08/21 17:22] /me Cedar rolls R1 (CC:bc8d): 66, it's always monsters hiding in the dark Q.Q
[2015/08/21 17:29] /me Storyweaver The darkness seems to be misting over, it's suddenly cooler which should be a relief from the heat but the comforting cool was must like death's hand, an unwanted touch. Then... there was... a rumbling. The ground! Something burst through the earth! A.. what! A dark tendril that was seven feet tall and about two feet wide at the base... it looked like a mixture of octupus and tree coated in large shiny obsidian black thorns. The smell of death, not just from the stag but was suddenly everywhere as it reached out and tried to lash at... Cailean!
[2015/08/21 17:30] /me Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bc8e): 161, Mmm gurl. Let me show you my hentai.
[2015/08/21 17:33] /me Cailean rolls R6 (CC:bc8f): 16, Reflex Roll R6 to avoid anal impregnation.
[2015/08/21 17:33] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me dies LOL))
[2015/08/21 17:37] Creampuff (Xiphophorus): (Tentacle does medium damage + 1 due to crit. so -3 HP for Cailean's anal virginity. )
[2015/08/21 17:37] Creampuff (Xiphophorus): (You wanted to be gourged, I guess this works. LOL)
[2015/08/21 17:38] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): (( 2hp left for Cailean. ))
[2015/08/21 17:41] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me shook her head. She shook her head and then her mouth set into a scowl. He told her to run - and called her lover in the same breath? And for what - to leave him behind when she was the one who could best safeguard him from death? She continued tugging on his arm, kept trying to pull him with her and that was a laugh since it seemed the man had dug his heels in the ground. But when the earth pushed sifted around some strange tentacular vine-like thorned thing -- Cedar swore, loud and in gaelic, and let go of his arm to throw up her mage shield. No sooner had she done so than she wished she had not, for the sight of it clinching around him had her swearing again, the glimmer of magic settling her shield about her form, the other hand still attached to his arm, fingers digging on in the hopes she wouldn't lose her tenuous hold.
[2015/08/21 17:46] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): /me looked up when the danger came from below and was subsequently smashed out of Cedar's tenuous grip by a tentacle so long, so dark, so scary. He flew backwards, his stomach torn open by the glistening black thorns, his expression betraying horror and shock. He rolled up onto his hands and knees, sword still gripped in hand, then groaned and gripped his belly, his blood spilling out around it. "Run Cedar!" he shouted, though the effort was greater than he'd thought it'd be. Where were the Wardens when you needed 'em?
[2015/08/21 17:49] /me Storyweaver The tentacle had made it mark, ripping it's self through Cailean's flesh and inside him. Leaving him with deep black thorns. The creature, bellowed in an inhuman tongue that was glutral and fierce, something that could send a shiver down ones spine. The tentacle then reared up, diving away from Cailean to grasp at what was left of the stag's body, and wrapping around the dead. The stag, jerked ever so slightly, flopping in the grasp of this inhuman creature. The sound of bones crushing and breaking as it tightened it's grasp on the dead.
[2015/08/21 17:54] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): And this was the moment where common sense should have prevailed. Where Cedar should have heeded Cailean's words and run pell mell. But she watched him go flying, straight from her grasp and she watched the way his blood spilled around his hand -- and when the tentacular monster of a thornily enraged vine screamed, she pinned it with her gaze, her eyes growing narrow and her jaw beginning to work. That it went after the stag next was a thing that fed her growing fury and, without much thought behind what she did, Cedar lunged for the tentacle cthulu tree beast, with the dagger pulled from its sheath at her side. "Tha's my man an' my stag! Go hifreann leat!"
[2015/08/21 17:55] /me Cedar rolls R1 (CC:bc90): 92, because Cedar's a dumb ho thinking she can shank a cthulu, yo.
[2015/08/21 17:56] /me Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bc91): 161, To dodge an angry Cedar.
[2015/08/21 17:57] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): HOW DO I CRIT FAIL DAMNIT))
[2015/08/21 17:58] Creampuff (Xiphophorus): ((LOL and Cedar jumps and lands in a face full of grass))
[2015/08/21 17:59] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): xD))
[2015/08/21 17:59] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): Insult to injury! Not only was the tentacle was making off with Cailean's abdominal virginity, but it was going for the stag too! And it wasn't enough that he'd gotten mauled, Cedar seemed intent on keeping her kill -- which meant that Cailean couldn't just stand there and let her do it! So he hobbled quickly on over toward the tentacle-thing, gripping his gaping stomach with one hand while he tried to slash at the tentacle with the other!
[2015/08/21 17:59] /me Cailean rolls R8 (CC:bc92): 89, Venison off the menu, calamari anyone?
[2015/08/21 18:00] /me Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bc93): 49, I'm not your dinner!
[2015/08/21 18:01] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): LOOKS LIKE MEATS BACK ON THE MENU BOYS. memecrunch.com/meme/E60R/looks-like-meat-s-back-on-the-menu-boys/image.jpg?w=628&c=1 ))
[2015/08/21 18:01] Creampuff (Xiphophorus): (And that's a hit, medium weapon Shoe?)
[2015/08/21 18:02] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): (( Large. Strength lets me medium -> large. 3dmg. ))
[2015/08/21 18:02] Creampuff (Xiphophorus): ((Yep! Just looked at your stats to confirm! <3)
[2015/08/21 18:07] /me Storyweaver: As the tentacle secured it's grip on the stag, it begun to drag it. When Cedar tried to jump and attack, it jolted out of the way, as if it saw her coming. However, in it's quick evasion it landed it rip for a hit to Caliean, causing a deep slash within the creatures arm. An inhuman growl was heard above the two of them and then suddenly... from above! Another tentacle divided downwards it's spikey grip going for... Cedar! Trying to latch on to her... lower region, perhaps going for that booty. We'll see if so.
[2015/08/21 18:08] /me Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bc94): 166, Swiggey swooty comin' for Cedar's booty?
[2015/08/21 18:09] /me Cedar rolls R5 (CC:bc95): 142, I already lost this - can't roll higher than 150. Q.Q RIP
[2015/08/21 18:16] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me hadn't even had a moment of satisfaction. Not a graze of her dirk, not a pass of it to nick. No, instead she ate dirt, sort of. Landing like a bad belly flop onto the ground that sent her skidding a couple of feet. She hadn't even had the chance to note that Cailean had stumbled over and slashed through some of the creature's thorny tentacle, for no sooner had she rolled back to her feet than the world about her seemed to shake with the reverberation of the thing's growling sound. Just about the time her eyes shifted to where Cailean stumbled, she got thwacked with the extra appendage -- and thank goodness for her shield to take the brunt of that blow! Cedar hissed a breath as she felt part of the magic slip away that wrapped her in safety and, well, naturally she hacked at it with her dirk yet again!
[2015/08/21 18:16] /me Cedar rolls R1 (CC:bc96): 54, because angry Cedar is angry-stabbity
[2015/08/21 18:18] /me Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bc97): 8, Awww, it's just a little tentacle?
[2015/08/21 18:18] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): that willbe one puny tink of damage por favor))
[2015/08/21 18:28] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): /me growled and grit his teeth, eyes wide though there was a searing pain that raced across his stomach. He knew he'd only been hit the once, but the tentacle'd hit him hard and the thorns had gone in deep. Gods above knew that it never took much to spill a man's guts, but he didn't have time to worry about it. No, between the adrenaline that surged through him, dulling more and more of the pain with each passing moment, and the prayer to Valeska whispered in his heart, those'd have to do. Cedar was fighting, and he'd not let it do to her what it'd done to him. He just held his stomach, found his feet again and swing his sword one more time. There was no telling how big the creature was, no telling where it might best be wounded or if it were merely playing with the pair of them, but he'd not let up -- not while there was still fight left in him. Not while Cedar stayed. If somehow they both lived through this, he'd break her legs so that she couldn't leave the damned house.
[2015/08/21 18:28] /me Cailean rolls R8 (CC:bc98): 94, Seconds please?
[2015/08/21 18:29] /me Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bc99): 107, No tentacle for you!
[2015/08/21 18:33] /me Storyweaver: The vine tentacle creature was leaking a black ooze like substance from it's body, it smelled rancid and rotten. This substance slipped from the open gash on it's tentacle arm from before and now? As it was trying to latch on to Ceder, it was shanked! The dagger diving into that strange measure of plant and flesh, that blackened almost tar sliding out. The more damaged tentacle was still trying to tug the stag into the hold it had made, bringing it downward. When Cailean tried to attack it again, it lurched before slipping away taking it's prize with it. The one that Cedar had pinged instantly turned and it coiled for a small second before it lashed out, at the 'tip' of the tentacle was a large cropping of thorns and it was... it was going for Cailean again! This tentacle however was far longer than the other ground one for it came from above, and part of it still was easily within Cedar's reach.
[2015/08/21 18:34] /me Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bc9a): 30, Tenta-shank!
[2015/08/21 18:36] /me Cailean rolls R6 (CC:bc9b): 53, no more senpai pls
[2015/08/21 18:40] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): The scent of blood was growing thicker and thicker in the air and only when it mixed with the smell rancid from the vine did Cedar realise that she did not know how badly wounded Cailean truly was. It'd been realised for the fact such a sickly smell could be the place of his wound in a few short hours if not properly cared for. It'd hit his gut, the soft part of a man most likely to see their wound a mortal one - and here she stood, attacking the thing when she should have just let it make off with the stag. She felt shamed in that moment. Shamed for the way her anger and pride had run away with her. Shamed for the lack of tending to Cailean when she should have been at his side. And now he stood, hacking and slashing at the strange and monstrous beast and she was almost certain it was only because she did so as well. "Cailean!" she called out, the sink of her dirk into the creature bringing no small amount of satisfaction - certainly not as small as the amount of damage she surely did. Then it
[2015/08/21 18:40] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): seemed to recoil and Cedar instinctively took a step back, but she realised too late that she wasn't its aim and as it lurched towards Cailean she lunged after it with her dirk, "Imeacht gan teacht ort!"
[2015/08/21 18:41] /me Cedar rolls R1 (CC:bc9c): 48, tink tink?
[2015/08/21 18:42] /me Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bc9d): 71, Not the tink tink!
[2015/08/21 18:50] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): /me doubled over as he gagged on the things smell and never noticed the attack he'd narrowly avoided by doing so. He'd not missed the sight of the black ichor and he was embolded by the sight of it -- if it bled, then it meant it could die. They just had to make it bleed enough. He heard Cedar's call through the din of the fight, of the shifting ground beneath them and the sounds of anger the tentacle made -- what manner of hellspawn was it? He found himself asking the question as he cocked his arm for another slash; there was no artistry in dealing with a thing this large. It was only though muscle and might was he going to deal any real damage, otherwise everything'd be superficial and light. But aye, he'd heard Cedar and it meant that he'd had to redouble his efforts, only glancing to her to see if she was still yet fine. "Just run!" he shouted at her, finally deciding that the creature's tentacle was near enough again for him to cut.
[2015/08/21 18:50] /me Cailean rolls R8 (CC:bc9e): 5, I'M HUNGRY NIGGATHORN.
[2015/08/21 18:51] /me Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bc9f): 6, RACIST!
[2015/08/21 18:51] Creampuff (Xiphophorus): (-dead-)
[2015/08/21 18:51] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): xD ))
[2015/08/21 18:54] /me Storyweaver The vine lurched forward but it missed it's target, it's movements causing it to easily evade cedar's tink tink. It took this time to instead of pull back... but to loop around, going around and aiming instead for Caliean's back to dig that lovely black tip into his sweet backside.
[2015/08/21 18:55] /me Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bca1): 11, Shadeling's do it from behind.
[2015/08/21 18:57] /me Cailean rolls R6 (CC:bca2): 84, senpai, it's too big...
[2015/08/21 19:00] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me had missed this time - and wasn't that her luck - but she didn't stop even so. Down came her dagger again, once she'd reached Cailean's side and saw it winding around. She jabbed at the tentacle and grasped Cailean's arm in the same, saying," Then let's go!" she said as she did, making her meaning clear that she wasn't leaving without him.
[2015/08/21 19:00] /me Cedar rolls R1 (CC:bca3): 39, Dann mal los!
[2015/08/21 19:02] /me Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bca4): 76, Not the tink tink!
[2015/08/21 19:03] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): Then they were dying here together. Cailean was losing too much blood for him to get very far, and he didn't think with the way the creature was fighting them that it wouldn't give chase if they started running. And, as he'd already seen, it was fast -- it approached them fast without fear, and it's chase them just as much. He wanted to say something sardonic and cool, but he hadn't the breath for it so he just tore himself out from Cedar's grasp, took another step and swept his blade low at the base of the tentacle where it came out of the ground. How the fuck did it see them, anyway?
[2015/08/21 19:04] /me Cailean rolls R8 (CC:bca5): 173, pls die already
[2015/08/21 19:05] /me Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bca6): 168, YOU WILL NEVER KILL ME.
[2015/08/21 19:11] /me Storyweaver: And then he stuck low at the base, the blade slicking through the tentacle and nearly sawing it off. It screamed and sounded like... yes above, in the branches, it was hard to make out but something was indeed up there. There was a crunching sound as well, of bone and flesh being pulled apart and violently consumed. The black ichor leaked from the opened wound and this tentacle was on it's last legs with it's last lash, it drew out trying to smack Cailean one last time before it withered away. The plant life in the area, the grass where this blackness touched was dying, rapidly rotting away. The smell of death pungent, an aroma that reminded you why you lived.
[2015/08/21 19:12] /me Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bca9): 93
[2015/08/21 19:13] /me Cailean rolls R6 (CC:bcaa): 88, no massa pls not another lash
[2015/08/21 19:14] Creampuff (Xiphophorus): ((You been a bad boy. B|))
[2015/08/21 19:20] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me didn't know why she kept trying save for the fact the thing had pissed her off. It'd hurt Cailean and it'd taken her stag. And by the looks of things, it was killing the plantlife of the area around them as well. It made her mad. It made her mad because it served as death and she knew, she /knew/ Death did not need to be served in such a fashion. There was likely nobody on the isle who knew that as good as her and Cedar began to view the odd monstrous thing as a perversion of the very entity she served. It was only the fact that it'd struck Cailean again that kept Cedar from going after the thing. The mixture of the fact he took another injury when she'd begun to doubt how much longer he could withstand the one he'd already bore, with the way he'd slashed apart the tendril just a moment before - had Cedar running the short distance to him he'd placed between them when he'd pulled away to attack and with a dart of her eyes to the branches above, Cedar wrapped her arms about Cailean in hopes of
[2015/08/21 19:20] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): keeping him upright or at the very least, easing his fall to the forest floor.
[2015/08/21 19:27] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): /me wore a look of surprise. He hadn't seen it coming, but that was the way of things; he'd never met a man that didn't seem surprised when he died, not when it was out on the battlefield. There was always some hope that they'd make it through, no matter how bad the odds were, that maybe somehow, they'd escape or be taken prisoner. Cailean only grunted. As the thorns tore across his neck, cutting through his arteries, severing his windpipe, he made a strange gasping sound as he fell backwards, caught by Cedar, somehow, and lowered to the forest floor. He looked to Cedar, his face ashen, and tried to say something; but there was nothing but the gods above that knew what he'd wanted to say. Eventually, the light faded from his eyes and he was left, staring into the air just above Cedar -- did death come from above this time, or below?
[2015/08/21 19:31] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): /me just kidding, was just knocked out.
[2015/08/21 19:35] /me Storyweaver: And with that... tentacle, it's last defiant strike... it toppled over, and caused it to rip appear, the gore, the black taint pouring from the open wound. The tentacle's numb staining the ground as it shot away to above... and that was when, it came forward. What was seemingly a humanoid head and torso, the color of ink black and what appeared to be tree like indents in her skin, save for the tendrils that shot off from her body came into view from the branches above. On her stomach, a massive maw with jagged teeth. She had no nipples or visible genitalia, nor legs instead two tendrils that she had been using to attack with or so it seemed when the tentacle vine numb rested. She started down at them, the pair that had caused her issue. The sound of crunch came from her backside. She observed for now, watching with golden eyes. Her wounds still dripping with the black substance.
[2015/08/21 19:45] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me had Cailean held fast against her but his weight was more than she'd expected. It always was. They never felt the same when limp and unmoving than they did when animated and alert. Cedar slowly slumped to the ground with Cailean held against her body, till she was kneeling and could better see his wounds, his face. He was out cold and she didn't like the way he looked. So with half a mind and an ear to the branches above, Cedar let go one arm's hold of his body, leaning back so it erested more fully on her, and reached for one of the healing potions she carried on her belt. She wished she could give him more. Wished she had already mastered the healing spell, but it was better than nothing -- she hoped, and using her teeth, she opened the top and brought it to his lips. It was a slow trickle, how she poured the potions contents into his mouth, and though she watched intently to measure her pour, she dared a glance upwards where the trees had grown silent. What she saw was not what she'd expected
[2015/08/21 19:45] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): to see and her gaze roamed the inky creatures body, pausing at the maw, beofre coming to rest upon the golden gaze, her own set in a look of menace.
[2015/08/21 19:52] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): It appeared as though Cailean would not be out for long! As the healing elixir worked through his body, it restored him just enough to bring him back to consciousness -- and he was back quickly enough that the adrenaline was still in his system, fighting off the pain. The shock of it, however, made him cringe and curl, turning toward Cedar since he'd assumed that he was safe if she'd the moment to bring him back. He assumed--.. well, he didn't assume much. He knew he was still mortally wounded, by the feel of his own guts as he brushed his fingers over them, but he'd little left, he knew. "Get help," he told her, knowing she wouldn't be able to lift or move him on her own -- even with the help of the cart.
[2015/08/21 19:54] /me Storyweaver: The creature loomed in it's high perch, the tree it rested upon was dropping from it's long time spent. It glared back at the woman who had harmed it, it's mouth opening wide... the top portion of her head, right under the nose where the top lip was completely fell back. A bone breaking sound, then... teeth, teeth that belonged on a shark or some other horrible monster. Wide and pointed, matching the jagged maw that rested below. It's mouth moved and a... a voice, that was not used to speaking the common tongue slipped out, "Feed." It remarked as the crunching sound from behind her continued onwards, and then she... she twisted those tentacles and tendrils shooting outwards grasping the branches of the tree and the sight... the mutilated corpse of the stag was in what appeared to be a back mouth, matching the front, blood drawing down her back as it's decapitated neck twitched from the chewing. And then it, it rushed moving the opposite direction of Cedar and Cailean. Using it's tentacles to
[2015/08/21 19:54] /me Storyweaver: nearby trees, and using them to climb at a rapid speed that was nearly silent despite her size.
[2015/08/21 20:03] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me didn't look to Cailean when he spoke. She hadn't looked anywhere save the golden and hateful gaze of the creature above. When she heard him speak however, felt his body grow alert, a wave of relief washed through her and she let out her breath in a heavy way. Still, she couldn't speak. Too stricken with the sights she saw, as the creature spoke, and moved -- the multiple maws, the unearthly grins of bone against bone, the sight of the stag in a third orifice being devoured as the creature flew through the trees in its clamboring way. "I'm no' sure as ye'd be alive did I leave ye, Cailean ..." she murmured quietly, as though afraid a lot of talking would draw the thing back. Her gaze lowered, it now out of sight, and she considered the way the ichor it'd bled seemed to kill the forest floor. "Was hungry, so seems. Wha's ta keep it from comin' ta chomp ye did I leave?" Ever so carefully, hesitantly even in how she moved, Cedar brought the now empty potion vial down and reached over to try scraping
[2015/08/21 20:03] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): it through the ichor on the ground.
[2015/08/21 20:06] /me Cedar rolls R5 (CC:bcb3): 17, black ichor is probably gonna hurt.
[2015/08/21 20:09] /me Storyweaver: As Cedar dragged her hand along the black substance, some of it slipped off the bottle and it's almost paste-like consistence touched her fingers. She did however successfully gather the ichor into her bottle, but there was still on the rim.
Relevant NC passed:
- Your character has contracted Shade Rot.
The following is OOC but should be roleplayed accordingly:
Symptoms:
A black burn will appear first and slowly expand the infected area. The burning sensation gradually gets worse over the days and the person grows very ill. Vomiting, Diarrhea, Hallucinations and Nightmares begin on the third day if not treated and will begin draining the life force from the infected until only a husk is left of the individual. Death comes on the tenth day and the body will remain to be taken over a Shadeling for it's disposal.
Cure:
The infected area should be treated immediately with blessed water for ten days. Divine cleansing, blessing and consumption of holy water is also a legitimate option and cuts the recovery time in half. Amputation of infected limbs can slow and cure the process also.
How to figure this information out:
The bookstore and scrolls within town hall, covering Shadelings.
Accidental discovery by exposure to cure.
[2015/08/21 20:10] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): Was it still there, then? It would've been a small mercy if the pict had just left Cailean there, unconscious, rather than face death again. Death. Wasn't Cedar supposed to be some handmaiden of the bastard? Couldn't she just, reach out and pluck it's soul from it's body and take it to the nether realm? He followed Cedar's gaze, turning as he did, following them up to the woman-thing who began to feed on what was left of their kill. After it was done, would it then turn on them? "Not you," he grinned weakly. "Not with that dagger. You should go, Cedar," he said gently. "Just go as fast as you can. Don't look back." Of course she wouldn't; Cedar was as stubborn as a mule -- but it didn't stop him from trying.
[2015/08/21 20:13] /me Storyweaver: The creature bounded moving from tree top to tree top, it's back to them and it disappeared into the depths of the forest. The black tar was rotting the area more, they had to be careful with their steps. But the darkness, faded and the natural dark of the day returned. The sounds of the forest resuming to their natural state, the stream bubbling from behind. And all was peaceful once again.
[2015/08/21 20:20] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me hissed when the ichor touched her skin. Of course it didn't just scoop up nice and neat for her -- and of course she'd be hurt if it touched her. Wasn't the best stuff the most deadly in some fashion as well? Cedar grunted and capped the vial before setting it back in its slot on her belt. Then she murmured random words cajolingly towards Cailean as she lifted her hand to inspect it, because the burning didn't seem to fade. With a grit of her teeth, she rubbed the back of her hand along the clean grass nearby to wipe the ichor remnants away. Then she looked again, but the look of blackness remained, and the burn along with it and she found herself hesitant to touch Cailean with her skin again. Still, she wouldn't leave him here, not with the creature on a rampage ... somewhere. So she stood slowly, with her hold on the man shifting so her shoulder was pitted under his arm, and leveraged him in a way upright, saying, "Try Cailean. Try ta lift yerself - we mun go now, aye?"
[2015/08/21 20:24] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): /me felt the oppressive nature of the thing leave once it was out of sight and hadn't realized he'd felt so terrified. Of course knowing the fear of a thing never helped after the fact. He nodded though, never once realizing that Cedar had any of the tar on her hands -- it could've just been blood from the thing, mingled with what was already there from the deer. What did it matter? He got to his feet slugishly with some help from her, nodding. "Need my sword," he grunted. He'd dropped it in the grass somewhere. Maybe it'd be a cool cursed sword +1 or something now? Eh? Eh? "I'm bleeding," he told her, as if she didn't already know it. He was bleeding still, and while he might be on his feet now, mostly due to the potion, he might not be by the time they left the area.
[2015/08/21 20:26] Creampuff (Xiphophorus): (+5 fighting experience for Cail and Cedar -joke joke- NO REWARD FOR NOT KILLING IT <3)
[2015/08/21 20:33] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): "Aye I ken yer bleedin'," she said a bit tartly just then. But well, everyone handled the relief of stresses in differing ways -- and while Cedar was relieved the thing had gone off, she was still stressed about Cailean. But he was upright now and that was a plus though she snorted at his talk of his sword. "Tha sword's no' goin' anywhere," she lilted though, to be honest, she wasn't sure. What if it was covered in more of the ichor that was burning her skin? She didn't bother finding out just yet, though the worry of it weighed upon her mind. Instead, she propped Cailean against the wagon, and pulled one of the wraps of linen from her belt. She folded it over upon itself and again and once more then pressed it firmly to where he was bleeding the most, a flicker of her gaze to his own in sympathy for the sudden firmness of pressure there. "Hold this 'ere," she said to him, and would reach to place his hand where hers was if he seemed to have trouble doing it on his own. Then she'd grab the other
[2015/08/21 20:33] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): roll of linen and unwind it, reaching both arms about his torso to begin binding the bandage down.
[2015/08/21 20:52] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): /me grunted. Cedar didn't have to sound so annoyed with him. After all, he was the one left bleeding when she'd been the one to decide that she'd go and tickle the bitch's tentacles with her dagger over a shitty stag they'd downed. A little bit of common sense would've been nice. He should've just left her there. Regardless, he nodded again and held the linen up against his stomach, wondering why it was that the creature ended up leaving them alone. He was glad for it, of course, but he'd made the decision for the upteenth time that he wouldn't be leaving home without his arms and harness again. Not even to hunt, even if it meant he'd be scaring half the game in the forest away before they'd even caught sight of them. He hurled after a moment, blood and vomit, and then exhaled, leaning heavily on the pict.
[2015/08/21 21:01] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me focused on the task at hand - and that meant binding Cailean up, not the burning blackness on her own hand. And once she'd got the bandage secured as tight as she could, she slipped her shoulder under his arm again to hold him steady. "Let's go then. Afore yer energy wanes full an' ye kint be walkin' a'tall, aye? Wuid think as much land between us an' tha' afore we reach tha' point is desired."