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Post by
Monday
Character
: Simon Richards
Location
: Grimmwald, Cathedral District
Simon approached cautiously, then frowned. "You make too much noise for your own good," he said, kneeling down a short distance away. He poked the crossbow out of reach with his halberd, then held up a hand, which flared with a sudden glow. The golden light washed over Eleanor, wiping away the wound and blood.
Character
: Andrey Ivanov
Location
: Grimmwald Plains
I know that howl
, Andrey thought with a shiver, flitting to a higher branch and casting a glance around.
Post by
470415
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Nicol Balogh
Location
: Grimmwald Plains
Several feet away from the tree Andrey was perched on, and in his immediate line of sight, shadows began to boil in a hollow formed by an unearthed pair of an ancient, gnarled oak's mighty roots. Deeper the darkness grew almost to the point of solidifying, and then it birthed a shape.
"I bid you a pleasant evening, beloved cousin," Nicol greeted Andrey, nonchalantly stepping out, his tone neutral and polite.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character: Irving Mortorus, Capricia Mortorus, R. B. Havoc
Location: Grimmwald, Cemetary
A cemetery holds itself to a certain atmosphere, and the ever growing one which clung to the outskirts of Grimmwald was no exception. They generally have a becoming gloom at twilight, with tall imposing monuments and crypts, accompanied by the moist squelch of greyish green moss and grass, and frequently a light smattering of obscuring mists drifting about. The people who inhabit cemeteries are generally of two kinds, those beneath the ground and those above it.
Those present that night were in various stages inbetween.
A shovel bit deep into the moist grave soil. Irving grunted, his shadowed, sunken eyes narrow and brow streaked with sweat as he flung another dirt clod over his shoulder. He paused and leaned on his shovel, breathing heavily as he wiped the sleeve of his black coat across his tall forehead, his black hair being cut short and flicking out either side of his skull. Irving was not made for such physical endeavours. The muscles of his gaunt, if young, frame already burned with intrepid exhaustion. Nearly twenty, he was a lean young man who hid his body at the moment beneath a black coat, unbuttoned revealing a bit strung with scissors and other sharp, surgical items. The collar had been upturned to assist in hiding his face.
"Why are you stopping? Find something."
Irving turned to peer up over the lip of the hole at the speaker. Swaddled in dismal brown robes was the unmistakeable figure of a woman in her prime to someone of the grave robber's expert eyes. She peered into the pit with a lantern held high, hooded face above a wound scarf momentarily cast into the light revealing stark scars and deep stitches all along her ashen visage, like that of a corpse. One eye, the other an empty socket, met Irving's glare.
The junior grave robber sighed. "No, Capricia, no... I'm just tired. They buried him deeper than I thought they'd bother. But you know," he added casting a far mroe hostile glare to the right, "this could go a lot faster if
someone
helped."
Said someone was reclining in a nearby wagon hitched to a shaggy and large brown horse, a morion helmet peeping out one end and a pair of thick leather boots the other. An arm garbed in a stone grey overcoat rose and with almost mocking casualness waved lazily. "Irving, Irving, Irving..." came the lilting, almost sleepy reply, "I am here on duty as body guard. Dat means I haf to guard your body, not help you get anodder one. If you wanted help, you should haf brought one of dose...dings you like to make."
Irivng growled deep in his throat. "I would have, but they're so slow we wouldn't have gotten here in time!"
Capricia rose and cast the lantern on the wagon, the light flashing off a breastplate and long turned up sleeves of a waistcoat, whose fringes peeked out from beneath the flared rim of the chest piece.
"Havoc."
There was a shuffling sound from the wagon. "Yes?"
"Give him a hand already."
"I am a dog of war. Not of digging up bones. Besides, if I am in dere, I am not protecting your body, and dis is not in de plan. You want him help? You go."
Irving cursed beneath his breath at that reply, cutting off Capricia's own stinging retort. She looked back down to watch her brother begin attacking the grave soil once more. Dirt clods flew in errant showers over his shoulder, one almost hitting her before she wisely took a step out of the way.
Thunk
.
Irving suddenly stopped at the feel of his shovel striking something solid and hollow. His shovel rose and tapped twice for confirmation. "Found it!" he called in triumph. "Havoc! Get over here and give me a hand!"
A sigh accompanied Havoc's rise from the cart and meandered over. As opposed to Irving's wan look, Havoc had a decidedly more handsome and athletic figure, one which went well with the longsword sheathed at his side along with a pair of pistols and several small bags. He had an aquiline nose and. A sword hung By the time he arrived at the grave and hopped in the prize, a wooden coffin, had been unearthed.
Capricia held the lantern high as the two men struggled with the coffin. She stepped aside as out of the pit, the mortal remains of (according to the gravestone) P. T. Wordsworth was slid out and into the light of day (metaphorcially speaking).
"Finally," Capricia mouthed, offering a gloved hand to the two in the whole and, with surprising ease, pulling them out. "Let's get out of here before someone comes looking."
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Umandar Bigbelly
Location:
Grimmwald, Cathedral District
Umandar sniffed at the elf, "What are you doing, skulking around at night in the rain like this? I should arrest you and have you hauled out for questioning!"
Post by
Monday
Character
: Simon Richards
Location
: Grimmwald, Cathedral District
"Peace," Simon said, holding a restraining hand out at the dwarf. His black tabard with a clenched white fist was very visible in the light. "Citizens are allowed out at night, if they have reason."
Character
: Andrey Ivanov
Location
: Grimmwald Plains
"The night is still young," Andrey replied. "Come to watch this grisly spectacle? We shouldn't have too much longer to wait."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Nicol Balogh
Location
: Grimmwald Plains
"We have all eternity ahead. It would do well to fill it with amusement," Nicol allowed a small smile onto his face as he vaulted onto the branch next to Andrey.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Andrey Ivanov
Location
: Grimmwald Plains
"Your words speak with truth," Andrey replied as the trees began to shake. "Ah, it's time."
Post by
470415
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Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Umandar Bigbelly, Eye
Location:
Grimmwald, Cathedral District
"Well, what is you reason, then?" bellowed the dwarf; apparently not noticing her outburst.
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Eye wished for the first time in a century that he still had his soul. He loved killing, but questions of morals, justice and ethics were seeping slowly into his mind, like a long holed up dam that had tiny cracks appearing in it.
Eye looked down at the list; Edmund Foronv of House Foronv was the first. Gripping his spear tightly, he examined the list again, detailing all of the noble's habits, homes and places were he would be. It didn't take long to track the young man down.
Foronv was a fool. The two retainers that served as his bodyguards died soundlessly. Foronv screamed though; Eye withdrew his spear, noticing something else besides the pleasure of death; pain, sorrow, regret...
Eye actually sighed in despair and looked at the list again, moving down to the second name; the entire House Balogh.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Nicol Balogh
Location
: Grimmwald Plains
Nicol stood completely still, seemingly defying gravity as howling wind battered against him, threatening to rip off his cloak. The coattails, by all right, should have been flapping rather loudly, but as they coiled and collided, nothing but a quiet rustle was let loose.
Post by
Stabhorn
Character:
Eye
Location:
House Lindtar Manor
Eye knew that House Lindtar was number five on his list, but apparently, Katrina Balogh had married Voctor Lindtar. Eye knew he would be hitting two birds with one stone. Katrina and Voctor both died like the retainers earlier in the night. But the other six Lindtars had died louder. Gregory had actually fought, but he had no skill.
Eye retreated from the manor quickly. He wondered if the other Baloghs would notice her death. He hoped they did; it would prolong the pain, increase the pleasure.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character: Irving Mortorus, Capricia Mortorus, R. B. Havoc
Location: Grimmwald, Cemetary
"Here," Irving said, moving to the foot of the coffin and waving at the head. "You take that, I'll get this. On three. One. Twoah!"
"Oh," Havoc intoned mildly, peering into the grave where Irving had vanished back into. "I'm sorry. Did you mean after t'ree?"
"Imbecile!" floated up from the pit. A hand lurched forth and clutched the grass. Swinging a leg up, Irving pulled himself from the pit, his tight face deep and murderous. An expression which Havoc simply smiled mildly in reply to, further fanning the flames of irritation. "You knew! You knew what the count was!"
"My apologies," Havoc intoned politely. "Dough, I dink you should have been more specific."
"I 'dink' I'm going to..."
"Boys, boys," Capricia interrupted with a gesture of her hand. "Let's not waste time arguing. We have bigger things to do tonight than bicker. Here," she began, reaching for the box, "let me-"
"Nononono!" Irving cried, grabbing hold of the coffin. "We have this, sis. Havoc!" he snapped, a gesture to the head of the coffin conveyed the intent. The mercenary turned to the woman and shrugged with a helpless smile, followed by him grabbing the other end of the coffin. Amidst much grunts and swears (most on the part of Irving) the two managed to load the coffin.
"There," Havoc smiled and brushing his hands off. "You see? Noding to eet."
Though a reply was on the tip of Irving's tongue, he decided a better use of his mouth was in the desperate gulping down of air.
The three piled into the cart, Havoc taking the reins. Settling himself in, he clicked his tongue and snapped the reins. The horse, a big muscular creature more used to the harness of the plow than cart, shook its head and trundled forward, pulling its load away with ease.
Post by
Stabhorn
Character: James 'Light's Wrath' Brightshield
Location: The Forest
James pulled the hammer out of the ruins of the corpse's side. It was a wolf; but a normal wolf, thank the Light. It was super thin and bedraggled...it must have attacked them out of hunger, it must have! As James led his people deeper into the land that was forbidden, shivering at the thought that the wolf might have been trying to show them the mercy of death.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Andrey Ivanov
Location
: Grimmwald Plains
What exactly destroyed the colonists was debatable, as great swaths of mist began to overtake them. When it cleared, they were gone, leaving only discarded weapons and food behind to prove their passage.
Character
: Simon Richards
Location
: Grimmwald, Cathedral District
Simon looked where she was looking, then back at her, then back at where she was looking. "Um, miss? Can you just explain why you were out here, so I don't have to haul you to the Fort?"
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470415
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Post by
Stabhorn
Character: Umandar Bigbelly
Location: Grimmwald, Cathedral District
"Who?" grunted the dwarf.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Simon Richards
Location
: Grimmwald, Cathedral District
"What were you looking for?" Simon asked.
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470415
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Post by
Monday
Character
: Simon Richards
Location
: Grimmwald, Cathedral District
"Well, why don't you come with me?" Simon asked. "Maybe we can track him down."
Character
: Dr. Harold Streiss
Location
: Grimmwald, Mage District
Sages, mages and creatures in cages bustled around the laboratory in the top of the Blue Tower. A gigantic telescope was pointing at the sky, despite the fact that the clouds had stubbornly refused to move for the last 50 odd years.
Tonight, however, that was going to change.
"Open the panels!" Streiss called. As he spoke, the gigantic panels above his head began to retract, exposing the room to the sodden, low hanging sky. "Begin the ritual!"
Behind him, seven mages in a circle began chanting and channeling energy. The room began to hum with energy, and the rod installed at the top of the tower began to flicker and glow. The sky above the tower began to swirl and slowly, ever so slowly, the sky began to clear.
The tower now stood in the midst of its own reverse tornado. The skies above swirled and rippled, flickering with lightning at regular intervals.
And slowly, ever so slowly, the clouds began to give way to the sky.
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