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breebles
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Kithran's grin nearly splits her face in two at the sound of her feline companion's battlecry. He's gone from her side in an instant and is beaten to the small zombie horde by only her arrow. The arrow spins the first zombie around just in time to see the Kazari's blade sink into its chest, and to watch as Ch'dau's massive jaws clamp down on and devours its face. She sheathes her bow and draws her blades as Gib and Arancon rush forward. She's right behind them as Cedric and Midge begin their incantations.

Meanwhile, the cat-man in his fury seems almost unaware of the zombies reaching for him as he rushes into the cabin. He disappears from her sight and she's bombarded by both rotting limbs and a swarm of bugs as she tries to cut her way through the pack. Her desire to backup Ch'dau is matched only by her love of a scrappy fight.

Then another roar from the Kazari erupts from the cabin as the party outside finishes off the last of this mangled cluster. Gib and Arancon are ahead of her once again as the three charge into the cabin.

By the time Kith is able catch up, she watches as Gib tears his shield into the backs of some of those creatures, clogging the entrance to one of the rooms. She can see flecks of a silver-haired cat warrier and gore within as she rushes by, but there is no chance to assist them. Instead she continues forward, mad in her dash to help the bladesinger, pinned to the wall by one of those sick, giggling monstrosities. She flips her daggers up as Arancon bashes the thing away from him, and sinks both blades deep into the thing's back. She rips the daggers away and steps aside as it falls dead once more to the ground.

She spins around, ready to assist the warrior cleric and Ch'dau dispose of the last of the creatures, but Gib is already sipping his wineskin and the woodsman is finally through the door. It's quiet again, save for the sobs of the father and his sons as they huddle in each others' arms near the paralyzed woman. Kith gives them room and picks up a piece of the woman's garments that had been torn away to wipe the zombie bits off of her daggers before resheathing them.

Not one to offer comfort or bother with support that isn't slaughter-related, Kith moves toward the room where it seems her silver-maned ally still breathes. She is just about to pop in when she hears Gib respond to the exhausted rumbling of words of the Kazari, "And what good will it do?" Gib is saying, as he thrusts his wineskin forcefully into the room, "Drink something and rest while I look over your injuries."

He looks out and notices her, but looks around her, more interested instead with the woman on the floor, "Cedric! The woman needs attending," and then he enters the room to tend to Ch'dau.

With not much more to contribute after the fight, Kith leans against one of the walls instead to observe those able to offer healing and support. The woman has shaken her paralysis, but the blank, unmoving look on her face is that of someone who will never fully be healed again. Nonetheless, the Solanis cleric rushes to her aid and begins his prayers. Across from her, Gib is guiding the large cat-man out of the small room, and Ch'dau sinks slowly to the floor.

The cabin is trashed, but not unsalvageable. She imagined the rest of what was left of their day would be dragging rotten zombie corpses out of this place. She sighed, wondering if they would need to be burned and re-buried as well. The rites of undead burials were lost on her, but they were likely a little more work-intensive than those of the innocent.

Gib leaves Ch'dau's side and Kith makes her way over to the Kazari, "'Enooooough,'" she says, her voice light and mocking as she impersonates his battlecry, kicking him lightly in one of his bloodied legs, "'Roooooooooooooooar!'" She squats down beside him, "Basking in the glory of your victory, cat-beast?"

((OOC: any response))

"Apologies that I could not share in that glory with you, but a certain bladesinger was in need of a little backup. My condolences that you have once again missed your chance to join the, what was it? Eternal Hunt? Maybe next time," she pats his large shoulder, "we'll just have to keep trying."

((OOC: any response))

"I--" suddenly children appear at her side. They're loud, and gazing admiringly up at Ch'dau. She hops up immediately and jumps away. Shambling undead corpse, she can handle. Loud, abrasive children, she cannot. She leaves her friend to the mercy of the boys asking to pet him and retakes her place holding up the wall on the other side of the room.

She's there for only a moment before the Therassor priest is before her, motioning for the other cleric and the mage to join them, "One of those gigglers was having its way with the mother when I arrived," he says, his voice low, distraught but contained, "Not in the same way as we've seen thus far. It was raping her," Kithran keeps her mouth from dropping at that thought, but can feel her eyes widening. What? How? Why? "Have any of you ever heard of a creature such as this, or a circumstance?"

She racks her brain for any speck of mention of anything like this in all of her life, but comes up empty. She had been resigned to even believe in the undead just a few days ago. She looks to the others, "Do they still derive . . . pleasure from such things? These gigglers are different from the others, but they can't, procreate, can they?" She glances behind them at the blank woman, then focuses on the clerics, "The woman, other than her shock and trauma and whatever else, has she been affected by the giggler in any way?"



Posted on 2018-11-01 at 15:08:08.
Edited on 2018-11-02 at 22:25:15 by breebles

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investigation

The party waves away any paltry reward that the woodsman might have to offer, but they do inquire about the undead and when they were spotted. 

"Ah can't say as ah've spotted 'em afore, meself," he explains, "though game 'as been scarce 'o late.  Woods 'ave been more quiet, if'n ya ken me meanin'.  Nary a bird for days... a week, mebbe."  He shakes his head.

"Ah been rangin' farther to find meat, was out 'untin' taday.  Left yestermorn, spent tha night in tha woods.  Were 'eadin home this afternoon, saw tha tracks coming from tha northwes'; a whole slew 'o footprints.  Ah saw a man dressed all in black, Ah did, right afore tha dead came outta tha ridge at me.  'e didn't seem none too afraid 'o them, even after 'e saw tha lot.  Mother be me witness, the bastards didn't even look at 'im, they just came fer me - and for me 'ouse and family!"

DMs note: if there are anyother specific questions, let me know, and I can edit that in here.

Later, you do what searching you can in the failing light.  Even in the thick mist, it would be difficult to miss the trail; a great many footprints in the soft dirt lead off tot he northwest, just as the woodsman said the would.  It is abundantly clear that the undead traveled in numbers through here - and it is quite possible that there are more around.

Eventually, the light fades too much for further exploration, and you return to the cabin.  The woodsman and his boys are busy hauling the deal from the cabin, with the boys showing remarkable work ethic despite the grisliness of the task and the tenderness of their ages.  The wife, who previously accepted healing aid without comment, does not lift a finger to help.  She sits, silently, in a chair, staring towards a wall - but very clearly, staring into space. 

A bonfire is made of the corpses, just to be sure that they do not reanimate again.  The night passes without incident. 



Posted on 2018-11-06 at 16:23:03.

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Moreno watches the poor woman in the gentle glow of the fire and shakes his head. There's likely no amount of care that will free her from the nightmare her eyes keep seeing. Gods bless her. He has returned to pondering her situation many times throughout the work that the group set about in their meager attempts to erase the damage of the day. Roasted flesh, sweet in his nostrils, only makes the reality of her situation more apparent to the cleric. In this case, however, he is severely lacking. Perhaps if he were of the Mother's clergy he might be able to offer better comfort but raised in the Temple of Therassor and tempered in the fields of battle does nothing to train a man in caring for the shattered emotions of a woman.

Cedric has done all that he can as well, and with the burning of the bodies and the location of the trail revealed, they await Solanis' Light to break dawn before setting out after the mysterious black-robed man. This is a good concept, though the Priest of Therassor wonders at how much sleep any of them are going to get after the events of the day.

Pulling his cloak about his shoulders, Gib shifts into a more comfortable position and reflects upon the conversation he'd held with others in his party earlier that day about the strange and horrid behavior of the giggling fiend. Though appalled, none of them had been able to shed any further light on the matter and Moreno is no better off with his thoughts. Haunted by the foul images, the warrior priest falls into a fitful slumber from which he awakens frequently and finds himself searching for trouble in the shadows each time.

Upon the early gray's kiss upon the horizon, barely visible through the line of trees adjacent to the cabin, Gib untangles himself from his cloak and seeks the cabin's source of water to refresh himself. Careful to remain aware, he tends to his morning habits and then returns to the others whereupon he regains his armor and lifts his scriptures in his left hand.

"I invite those of you who want to join me in supplication before the Battle Lord before we begin our day."

Catechisms are followed by open prayer within which the priest offers great thanks for the party's safety in their work the day before, particularly for those whose behavior is rash enough to get them killed. Finishing his prayers and study, Gib works on his breakfast at the same time as discussing the plan for the day with his companions.

"Northwest takes us deeper into the furthest regions of the Kingdom," he states. "I would have thought we'd find ourselves marching towards Sendria but here we are. I am attempting to recall maps of the area that I've seen but even with this image in my head, I don't know how far we are from any of the major landmarks that I might remember. I'm afraid that I've no further insight into what might lie ahead."

Offering a single apologetic shrug, the warrior priest continues. "I would suggest being consistently watchful all the while moving to support one another as we progress. Kith might do well to scout ahead a bit provided we can find a means for her to communicate back to the rest of us without alerting any adversary of her position. So far, we've had Shinara watching over most of us—" here he pauses as their deceased and ravaged companion bull rushes his thoughts. "—but we cannot allow this foolhardiness to continue or we'll soon be whittled away into nothing."

When the rest of the party is ready to move out, Gib offers a prayer over the cabin and the those who reside within asking Therassor to protect the household from further atrocities. Then, he takes up his usual position next to Arancon and, keeping his shield on his arm and a hand on the hilt of his sword proceeds towards the Northwest along the trail of the undead.



Posted on 2018-11-06 at 18:09:59.

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elsewhere...

"You did WHAT?" she hissed, fury crackling like lightning in her blue eyes.

The young man on his knees before her pitched his forehead into the dirt.  He had seen that look before, and recognized the peril that resided within. 

"Mistress," he began, as the words tumbled from his mouth, "we have ramped up our efforts to find more candidates for the Ritual.  After all, to anchor..."

"Silence!" she snarled.  Her foot came up and connected with his nose with a sickening crunch, but the robed man on the ground dared no whimper.  "Do not think to educate me as to the importance of the Ritual, nor those we need to complete it!"

In silent fury, she brushed an errant patch of blonde hair back behind her ear.  "Whose idea was it to expose us to the enemy through such carelessness!"

The prone man stammered.  "It... Mistress, the idea was mine, but you know that I lack the authority to carry it out!  I asked Berevis if it might not be wise, what with the failures of late, I have always served our Lord with all my being.  I..."

"Enough," she spoke with finality.  "Berevis will be the one to feel my wrath, then.  It is true, you have always served with your entire being."

Feeling a glimmr of hope, the man on the ground sobbed thankfully.  "Thank you for your mercy, Mistress. Thank you.  I..."

The older women held up a hand, waved.  Momentarily, a young woman, no more than fifteen winters old, joined her.  The younger woman hung her head.  "Yes Mistress?" she asked quietly. 

The priestess smiled softly.  "Lyssa, Brother Danton here has given his entire being to our Lord.  Wouldn't you agree?"

You girl cocked her head, as if considering.  "Yes, Mistress.  He has."

The older woman nodded.  "And yet, he is a fool.  Here, take this," she spoke, as she pressed a short knife into the young woman's hands.  "Open his belly for me, please - but do it carefully.  Do not nick his organs or cause him to die just yet."

The sound of several giggling voices could be heard drawing near, even as the man on the ground moaned in despair.

"It is time," she continued, "for Brother Danton to truly give of his entire being.  The hunters are hungry, and they do better with frresh meat.  Living meat."

Wide eyed, the girl listened to the intructions. 

"When you are ready, allow them to feed to their fill," she spoke firmly.  "But he will not die until then, are we clear?"

A wide grin spread across the young woman's face.  "Of course, Mistress!"

She ignored the ghouls that pressed in close, except to rebuke them midly.  "There, now - wait your turn!"

The man on the ground wailed for mercy, but remarkably, did not move - even as he was turned over and the knife in the girl's smal hand began a series of excruciating shallow cuts.  His screams, now, were another manner entirely; the arose in exquisite agony as the blood welled out, and the hunters giggled and licked their lips in anticipation...




Posted on 2018-11-07 at 16:43:38.
Edited on 2018-11-07 at 16:44:25 by t_catt11

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"I invite those of you who want to join me in supplication before the Battle Lord before we begin our day," Kithran hears the Therassor priest say, though she pretends she does not. She remains in her corner with her eyes closed, the one farthest from the door, leaning back against the wooden walls, her hand on the hilt of the dagger in her lap. Her sleep was light that night, though moreso at the idea of more undead clamoring through the door, and less for the awkward position in which she decided to sleep.

What remained of the day before, after their victory, shed only a little more light on the next leg of their journey.

"Ah been rangin' farther to find meat, was out 'untin' taday." The man had said, answering the party's inquiries, "Left yestermorn, spent tha night in tha woods. Were 'eadin home this afternoon, saw tha tracks coming from tha northwes'; a whole slew 'o footprints. Ah saw a man dressed all in black, ah did, right afore tha dead came outta tha ridge at me. 'e didn't seem none too afraid 'o them, even after 'e saw tha lot. Mother be me witness, the bastards didn't even look at 'im, they just came fer me - and for me 'ouse and family!"

"Did you get a glimpse of what the man looked like, other than his clothing? Distinctive facial features, scars, weapons? Symbols on his clothing or person?"

((OOC: Hopefully some info, DM? But any response))

Kith nods and listens as the others disseminate the information the woodsman is able to offer.

The rest of the day had been wrought with dragging and burning bodies. The work wasn't too hard, considering all those able to help, but they had lost the light quickly and remained on alert for any signs of another attack. Graciously, Therassor or Solanis or both had allowed them a peaceful, though uneasy night of rest.

Eventually the sun, bright and horrible through the fog, willed Kith out of her rest and she joined the others in a light breakfast before they make their way.

"Northwest takes us deeper into the furthest regions of the Kingdom," Gib is saying as they work on their food, "I would have thought we'd find ourselves marching towards Sendria but here we are. I am attempting to recall maps of the area that I've seen but even with this image in my head, I don't know how far we are from any of the major landmarks that I might remember. I'm afraid that I've no further insight into what might lie ahead."

"Sir,"

((OOC: oh no, have we not learned this guy's name? I don't like Kith calling this guy "sir"))

"you must know this area well. What have we to expect in our journey to the northwest?"

((OOC: assuming some response))

"That's something at least," she turns back to Gib.

"I would suggest being consistently watchful all the while moving to support one another as we progress. Kith might do well to scout ahead a bit provided we can find a means for her to communicate back to the rest of us without alerting any adversary of her position." Kith nods her agreement to that plan, and Gib continues, "So far, we've had Shinara watching over most of us—" he pauses for a moment, his eyes slightly losing focus, before finishing his thought, "—but we cannot allow this foolhardiness to continue or we'll soon be whittled away into nothing."

"I don't mind scouting ahead, I'm much quieter without you armored lot beside me," she offers them a sardonic grin. "Perhaps we can work on a bird call or something of the sort. Though," she thinks aloud, "I haven't heard or seen many since this blasted fog swallowed us all." She shrugs, "If we can't think of anything, I can simply return to you if I find anything of interest. I am not the type to charge in, as you know," she turns that small grin to her large cat friend. "Though if I do end up in trouble, please feel free to charge in as wildly as you like."

((OOC: assuming there is no argument with her taking the lead. I can retcon as necessary))

The group eventually finishes their meal and prepares for their journey. They find the unmistakable path of the undead once more, and Kithran leaves her spot beside Ch'dau, now taking point as their scout, and stealthily moving forward through the mist.



Posted on 2018-11-11 at 16:30:08.
Edited on 2018-11-12 at 02:01:38 by breebles

   
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