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"The most gorgeous woman nearer to your age than mine and she is not wearing a wedding ring. Go for it!"
If a girl I just made out with and thought was in a relationship with said that to me(In the same situation that Chris is in)....I would be livid....
"The most gorgeous woman nearer to your age than mine and she is not wearing a wedding ring. Go for it!"
If a girl I just made out with and thought was in a relationship with said that to me(In the same situation that Chris is in)....I would be livid....
The odd one out
Flint, Bobby and Coraline
While the others were traveling
The distinct rattle of chainmail and light plate armor filled the peaceful street that ran Saren's Folly. Along with the sound of mailed footsteps, horse shoes chattered in a measured cadence. The armored figure received a few looks from passerbys but no words were exchanged. The warm sun was hardly gleaming off of the armor, it was matted by dirt and scrapes that spoke of a long journey. The horse grunted quietly as it knew their journey was coming to a close and the armored woman smiled to herself. "A stable to rest, friend." the woman said and patted the side of her horse.
Most of her equipment being packed by the horse, the woman clearly couldn't bring herself to add her weight to its tired back. Her feet were sore from a long day's walk, she was relieved when the sight of an apparently popular tavern came into view. She spotted the simple stable where she could shelter her horse for the night and did just that. After quickly checking if all of the supplies were taken off of the horses back and secured, the woman headed for the entrance.
She opened the door to the Witches Paradise and looked around. The bright light from outdoors silhouetted her form; but as eyes adjusted and people could make her out, Coraline knew she'd have some explaining to do. It didn't take a lot to know what everybody was looking at. The markings of a strange witch coven were easily seen under her right eye and along her cheek. With a deep breath, Coraline stepped further into the tavern and headed for the counter. She removed her scabbard and set the sheathed weapon down on the bar as a gesture of nonaggression, hopefully to ward off some unhappy onlookers.
Bobby was sitting behind the counter, allowing his bar tender to help the customers as he combed through Hector Digard's journal again to find anything else that would give him a hint on how to kill these....'Ruvins'. Sighing as he rubbed his eyes with his forefinger and thumb of his right hand as he slapped the book shut in his left. As he did he noticed a newcomer walking in, by her stride he knew it was a woman, and a hunter. He watched her as she came forward, un-clipping her scabbard and placing it on the counter, showing she meant no harm. It was then he noticed she had strange markings on her face, usually that were associated with witches covens.
He narrowed his eyes at her, wondering if she was stupid or not from around here. He heard stories of far east where they were a little more accepting of the old ways. Perhaps she came from there? Standing up and placing the book under the counter, he limped over to her and placed both hands on the counter as he squared up with her. He blinked a few times before asking. "Wot could I do ye for lassy?" He looked around the tavern at a few men who shot glares at the woman, only to receive a glare back from Bobby.
Coraline smiled right away when the man who approached her didn't open with some witty remark about her appearance. Coraline took a breath, "Room and board would nice," she paused, "I've been on the road for longer than I'd like to admit and I'm just about ready to sleep on a real bed. But before that... Perhaps a simple cup of water?"
Coraline did indeed look tired. Her eyes were dark with restlessness and her hair was haggard from the elements. Her shoulders weren't carried high like a fresh warrior and her back from arched after carrying her pack day in and day out. It didn't take much to convince one that deserved a good rest. Her eyes shifted around to the patrons that Bobby had stared down, she gave the men respectful nods instead of spiteful glares. She stopped thinking about the untrusting folk that surrounded her and decided to focus her attention to the burly, welcoming man in front of her. "There are many hunters here. I assume there are a great deal of supernatural creatures in these parts?"
Bobby raised his eyebrow. Water? Well some people liked that he guessed. He looked to the bartender and said, "Get this here lass a cup of water, and some food while yer at it." He then looked back to the woman, and said, "We still got some rooms available, to yer luck. They are all up stairs, when yer ready ill give yuu a key."
She then asked if there were a great deal of creatures up here. Which confirmed his belief that she was not from around here. "Ye assumed correctly lass. There seems to be a never end to them, thus all the hunters." He said while motioning to his bar. He then looked back to her and offered his hand. "Name's Bobby, I'm the owner of this fine establishment, a safe haven for all hunters." He thought of the fight that Flint knocked out Emiliano almost killing him. "Feeer the most part that is." he said with a chuckle. "Wot be yer name lass?"
Coraline chuckled along with the man. She had stopped in her fair share of taverns and seen just as many brawls. Such things are common in a place filled with drunken, boisterous men. She always got a bit of a kick out of it, though, what warrior didn't? When the man offered his hand and gave his name, Coraline took it and smiled, "Ser Coraline Toph, at your service." Despite her fatigue, Coraline was able to deliver that line with pride.
When the tender returned with the cup of water, she let out a sigh of relief and gladly took the wooden cup. Coraline wasted no time in drinking back the contents of the cup in its entirety. "Ahh... I needed that." she said with a small laugh.
Bobby's eyes widened when she said 'Ser' once she was done drinkin he asked, "Ser? Ye a knight then? Never met a woman knight before. That must be an interestin story to hear..." Genuinly surpirsed. Not many knights were hunters, only Marcus he imagined was as he was a noble, but still it was few. Even fewer were women...that was unheard of around here.
Corline smirked and nodded, "Aye, not many have met woman knights. They're very uncommon even where I'm from."
When Bobby mentioned the story, she took a deep breath, "It is a long story. Then again..." she looks to the rest of the patrons, "I'm sure we all have long stories. Mine simply involves stopping a conflict and unifying a province. Please understand, I can tell some of your patrons wouldn't take kindly to some of the details, so I'll leave it at that."
The tender returned again, this time with some food. Mutton and mashed up potatoes. It was simple, but damn was it good. She ate the food as quickly as any hungry warrior would. "My thanks, Bobby. A freshly prepared meal is always a treasure as of late."
Bobby nodded in understanding to her story, with her markings on her face, it was clear to him what it may have included. Actually he probabbly heard the story from travellers. Not that he could bring it up to his mind now. When she thanked him for the meal he nodded, "That's on the house for mi'lady" He said with a bow and a smile. He turned to see the door open again, this time, he knew who it was despite the sunglare.
Flint had returned, after retreaving his leather armor and green and grey mottled cloak from the lake that he had left while caving with Emiliah. Mishka, his wolf was by his side again, her tail wagging as she looked up at him. Can we get some chicken today? He looked down at Mishka and answered out loud, "Sophie doesn't make Chicken every day Mishka..."
Her tail dropped at the sad news as Flint continued up to the bar to Bobby and a girl eating some food. "Hey Bobby...." Looking at the girl. He noticed the markings on her face and then looked around at the bar, seeing the glares from some of the more hard ass patrons. This girl must be stupid...or very confident in her abilities. Flint smiled at her and leaned against the counter. "Hows it going? My name is Flint Digard, It is a pleasure to meet you..."
Bobby then said, interrupting Flint "If ye are looking for Fenros, he and a few of the other hunters...Including Emiliano, went to hunt a Necromancer over in Silent Falls."
Coraline followed Bobby's eyes to the door and saw another man enter. She raised a brow but simply went back to her meal. When he sat next to her and began to introduce himself as Flint Digard, she stopped eating and looked back to him. He was cut off by Bobby, so Coraline remained silent for now.
She studied the man, she had heard of the name and the exploits that came with it. Once Bobby stopped speaking, she nodded respectfully to him just like she had with the other patrons that looked her way. "Flint Digard, the pleasure is all mine. My name is Coraline, Ser Coraline Toph. I've never met a Digard but I have most certainly heard about your line. You must be a proud hunter."
Flint glanced over at Bobby as he mentioned his brother and the others going to hunt a Necromancer. He wanted to go as well, it had been a while since he saw his brother fight, and looking around the room, perhaps Marcus went with him. The woman spoke up and introduced herself. At which he smiled and cocked his head to the side at hearing the Ser. He then stood up when she mentioned that she heard his name. "Oh no no no, the pleasure is mine I assure you Ser Coraline." He gave her a slight bow and flashed one of his most dashing smiles. "While I am a Digard, it's not as interesting as meeting a woman with the title as knight. May I ask what brings you to this po-dunk Tavern?"
"Hey! Watch it Boy..." Bobby Grumbled.
The knight smirked and glanced back to Bobby, "I can't wait for the moment when my title doesn't surprise somebody." she chuckled.
Looking back to Flint, Coraline perked a brow. 'He seems like a man who can't resist women,' she thought, 'duely noted.' Coraline laughed lightly, "Please, just call me Coraline. We're all brothers and sisters in arms against the fel creatures in the wild, after all."
Coraline had managed to slowly finish her meal and now she was able to bring her attention fully to the two who had engaged in conversation with her. When asked what brought her around, she lets out a long breath, "I caught wind of some trouble brewing here. I came from far East of here to lend my aid. I'm afraid the news I've heard is true, what with necromancers out and about."
Flint nodded as she told him to just call her Coraline. While she finished her food he sat down and patted Mishka's head as she forced herself between Coraline and Flint, sticking her snout in his lap, trying to get him to get her some food. He then asked Bobby, "Hey Can I get some dinner as well for Mishka?"
Bobby nodded, as he walked away, "Only if it's for Mishka, I don't want you sneaking some for yerself" he chuckled as he slipped behind the wall to the kitchen.
When she answered his final question he looked back to her. "We do have a few around here... and it would seem my brother is leading a group towards one now." He glanced around the room again to see the men still staring. "I was about to head out after Mishka got her dinner, to meet up with them. I'm sure you can come along if you wish so...it's only a few hours west." He figured he would invite her, as well the bar was all noticing her marks...she could most likely take care of her self. But it would be better for Bobby to calm them down while they were gone.
Coraline genuinely debated whether or not to take the invitation. On one hand, she was terribly fatigued and really needed a rest. But on the other, what better way to earn the peoples' trust than to do away with a necromancer? Before she answered, she looked to Bobby, "Could I possibly have my waterskin refilled?" she asked as she removed the skin from her belt.
The red headed woman looked back to Flint and got up from her seat. "Well if it's just a few hours, I'm sure I could tough it out." Coraline grabbed her scabbards from the counter and strapped it back to her belt.
"I wouldn't mind seeing what a Digard can do in combat. I might learn something." she chuckled.
Bobby who had came out just before and placed some food on the ground, looked up to Coraline as she asked for her waterskin refilled. He nodded and took it back as well as Mishka enhaled the food on the ground.
Flint on the other hand smiled that she decided to join. Making the few hour trip would be boring...well, annoying actually if Mishka kept bugging him, like she was prone to do. When she then mentioned that she wouldn't mind seeing his battle prowess He smirked as rubbing the back of his head. "Well..." Not sure what to say, as he was an excellent shot, but the true warrior was Fenros. But he didn't like to brag about his skills. He turned to Bobby who had just returned with the water for her, then asked, "Bobby... Do you have any silver tipped arrows? My other ones broke during the Cave in a few days ago."
Bobby nodded and reached under the bar, which also doubled as where he kept his stock of Hunter accessories, he pulled two dozen silver tipped arrows from under the bar and laid them on the counter. Flint trusted Bobbies wares, but as habit he ran a finger along the flat part of the blade, slowly, but quickly enough for his thumb to start hissing as it burned and yet descrete enough for people not to notice.
He then grabbed the hole lot and raised them over his shoulder, wincing as his back was sore still and slid them into his empty quiver, before looking back to Coraline. "Did you need anything? Bobby has just about anything you could use to fight the creatures of the night. From holy water or oil, to silver powder or Lavender dust. You name it he has it."
Coraline eyed the silver arrows carefully when they were presented on the counter. She took a breath and let it out slowly before looking back to Flint. She watched as he quivered the dangerous projectiles and seemed to relax. The offer for more gear was a kind gesture, but she shook her head, "I have all of my equipment in the stable, next to my horse. But I don't hunt with many oils and herbs."
The knight patted her armor, producing a solid thud as her mailed fist hit steel plate. "I trust in my armor and complete the job with my blade. Witch hunting supplies," she gestures to the counter that hid the stock, "isn't exactly my forte."
It was easy enough to piece together what she was saying when her witchmarks were so easily on display. She began to head for the door, "I'll take one pack with me. We should be on our way before the evening comes about."
With that, Coraline left the Witches Paradise and walked back to the stable. Her horse and packed gear was exactly where she left it. She was glad that the people of Seren's Folly seemed to respect others' property. The red haired knight took one of the bags and slung it over her shoulder, the contents rustled about inside. She had taken camping supplies.
Flint nodded, realizing what she meant. While he was a part werewolf, he had grown accustomed to handling things that were equally dangerous to him. He looked at Bobby who gave him a Gruff look. "Emiliano's still looking fer ye. Wot was yer reasoning for almost killing him?"
Flint took a deep breath. "It was an accident, in the part that I wasn't trying kill him. It's not my fault the man is almost always drunk and his sense dull Nor that he happened to slam his head into a table. I was simply defending Elizabeths honor...I was under the impression that Emiliano was less than gentlemanly towards her, only though it seemed that nothing really happened in the first place. The fact that he seemed not the bit worried about it, or even tried to come near Elizabeth did piss me off to no end."
Bobby growled, "Ye better be careful Flint, Yer strength is inhuman...even if ye were the smallest of Hector's boys, yer punches are still more powerful than a normal human. Before ye start punching out people, how bout ye get the full story first..."
Flint shook his head. "Right, He still deserved it for blabbing to Elizabeth about my families secret." He turned to leave, leaving Bobby shaking his head as he did. Once outside he went to his own horse still saddled in the stables and quickly checked for all his items, his holy oil, firestarter, and a wad of tinder and oil that he often placed onto his arrows. He easily mounted his horse and trotted over to Coraline. His green and grey moltted cloaked looked raggid and lost it's original deep green color from sunbleach, with bits of string and cloth popping out here and there, as if it was once belonged to his great grand father. It covered his entire body as he sat on top of his painted stallion. "Are you ready?"
Coraline climbed up onto her horse and nodded over to Flint. "Aye," she said, "I take it you know these parts well. Are there any things on the trail I should know about? Aggressive wildlife?"
Coraline rode out from the stable and fell in next to the man. Her cloak was tattered and torn along the bottom. Splotches of mud and dirt covered the crimson red cloth, much like her armor. Coraline couldn't wait to take the time to clean her equipment. Her sword bounced at her hip as the horse trotted down the cobbled road. The other longsword at her back remained perfectly fixed in place. While she rode, she glanced over to Flint and studied his bow, "So, you're an archer?"
Flint tilted his head to the side as she asked about any agressive wildlife on the road. "Wolves perhaps, but we need not worry about them at all. I've never had them attack while passing." He glanced down at Mishka, who looked at him. yeah because you and Fenros dominated the Alpha's years before. She said to him mentally.
He shrugged slightly at her comment and continued. "Perhaps the occasional werewolf. Apparently there was a pack not even a week ago here. " Packs of werewolves were unheard of, never happened as they were all insaine and always hunted alone. "Sadly I wasn't here to help with that hunt. From what I've heard it was an interesting one." He said with a smile as he looked to Coraline as asked, though stated that he was an archer.
Nodding. "Indeed I am, I know how to handle a sword, though I must say it has been a long while since my father trained me and sense I've used one in combat, I've always preferred the bow, and a friend of my fathers took me under his wing to teach me the fine art of it. With my smaller frame compared to my brothers, it felt more natural for me to use a bow. Though I do occasionally like to spar once and a while with my friend Marcus in the sword....mostly to make him feel good about him self. " He said with a chuckle.
Looking to her swords and her bow he then said, "It would seem you are more the swordswoman, but do you also fight with the bow as well?"
Coraline chuckled and shook her head, "No, I take it along to hunt. Nothing is more difficult than charging a deer with a longsword," she smirked, "But I do accept lessons in combat archery. Perhaps one day I can learn the tricks of the trade to be a bit more versatile on the field."
Coraline took in a deep breath of the fresh air. She had managed to regain much of her strength and spirit to travel after having a good meal. The knight looked off to the mountains while she rode alongside the hunter, "This Marcus man sounds like he has some talent with swordplay. I wouldn't mind a spar some day. If I'm going to be hunting with you lot, I'd best get to know everybody's strengths and weaknesses."
"So tell me about yourself, Mister Digard. How long have you hunted? Do you have a preferred mark?"
Flint then said, "Please, Just call me Flint, Mister Digard is my father." He smiled at the fact that she said she would accept lessons in combat archery. "I would be more than honored to help teach you a few tips. It's not often that I get to teach some one in my craft."
He looked to his bow, given to him from Emiliah. While in the woods looking for his cloak and armor he had practiced more with it to get used to it's slight awkwardness of being too light and the fact it was a recurve bow instead of his longbow. But he had grown used to how it fired, for the most part.
When she mentioned Marcus he looked over to her, and nodded, "I will inform him of that, though I'm sure he would ask for a spar before I say anything. He is also a knight, of birth, and received some of the best swordsmanship training his father could afford. I'm sure he will be a good spar for you."
A few moments passed away as he patted his horses neck, looking forward to see Mishka running ahead and sniffing out the things in the wild. Be it animals of the forest or of danger.
He heard her ask for what he normally hunted and how long as he allowed the reins to slack as he rotated and cracked his wrists. He looked over to her and said, "Please, Mr. Digard was my father, just call me Flint." He said with a warm smile on his face. "I've been on hunts since I've been sixteen with my father and older brothers. On my own? It's been about five to six years now. I usually hunt what ever is near by, but I do tend to hunt Werewolves and demons more often than not." He didn't want to go into Demon Lords at the moment with the fact that he never really...fought one yet. And they are still a very rare encounter...best not to scare everyone with that information.
He then asked, "How about you? How long have you been hunting and what... do you focus on hunting?"
Coraline chuckled when he told her to just call him Flint. She nodded and watched as the wolf ran ahead. She listened to the man speak while the rode, "Sixteen, how old are you now?" Coraline paused, "I'm thirty-one now. My father took me on my first hunt when I turned eighteen. My mother was always telling him that it was too soon but clearly it wasn't."
Coraline gave some thought to his question, there was a moment of silence while she picked an answer, "My preferred mark... This might sound strange, but I'd rather hunt criminals rather than monsters and cultists. Bandits and corrupt nobles will strangle a country far faster than a necromancer or werewolf." Coraline paused as she thought some more, "Simply because the innocent don't feel fear when they look at another human. They walk willingly to their ends without even knowing it."
He looked at her when she said she was thirty-one, "You don't look a day over twenty-four." He said with a smile as he then continued to answer the question. "I'm currently twenty-four myself. So it would seem you have more experience than I." An interesting thought. Perhaps even more then Fenros...but doubtful. Not with how much he hunts.
He then listened to her answer as he watched Mishka keep ahead of them about a hundred yards. "It doesn't sound strange at all, I agree, sometimes humans could be worse sometimes." He looked to her and asked, very bluntly, "Is it because you are part witch that you have that view?" He looked at her, calmly and as gently as he was speaking to her as before, as if her witch side had no bother to him...which in fact it didn't.
Cast a sideglance over to him when he mentioned the marks in a very simple way. She knew it was going to come up eventually. With a sigh, Coraline nodded, "Yes. Take this as you will, but witches are born and raised and taught that hunters are the enemy just like hunters are in the reverse. One grows and knows nothing else than what they're taught. Criminals exist in both communities. Innocents are lost to shadows. So I hunt the shadows."
Coraline stretched a bit and got more comfortable on her saddle, "It's because I'm born to both sides that I can look past this... To put it bluntly... Silly conflict."
Flint nodded as he looked forward as she explained herself. He agreed with her for the most part. He never told anyone this, but the fact that she was so open to the ideal anway he decided to tell her. "Oh I agree... Sadly the people here are not as forward thinking as you or I." He glanced to her and said, "I actually understand your view point very clearly... My mother herself was a witch, and my father also a hunter of course. It is from them I came to the realization that there are such things as good witches and evil hunters."
He wondered what her reaction would be, but he continued. "How ever, I don't know about the land you come from, but Evil is more rooted over here...alot more evil witches I've run into than good."
Coraline couldn't help but smile at the comment of good witches and evil hunters. She added, "There are more good witches that you might think. They're people as well, trying to survive."
Coraline listened to Flint's rundown of how things were in this part of the world. She nodded slowly before taking her waterskin and drinking some of the fresh fluid. "Well. Perhaps that is part of the reason why I came here. Perhaps I'll be the judge of that."
Night of Death
A half an hour later
Fenros stood next to his horse, prepping the saddle bags to his horse, waiting for the others to join them on the hunt that Bobby just recieved for Silent Falls. He wondered where Flint was, but he could take care of himself... He heard horse's coming up behind him as he glanced back to the town to see who actually agreed to go on the hunt.
At this current moment in time Mat really disliked horses, especially the one he was on now. "Stop, steady, stop, holy crap you're going to kill me aren't you?" He asked the horse. Honestly it wasn't really the horse and more of him as Mat wasn't very skilled with using one (and the vendor also probably sold him the worst one). Why did he have to injure his leg? If he hadn't he could've attempted to not get a horse and yet here they were going on a hunt with horses. It was almost heaven sent when Mat saw Fenros on the next street.
Finally getting the horse to obey him, Mat strode up to Fenros and nodded his head. "Horses. One of these days I will kill one or it will kill me."
Emiliah had one of her family's horses, a young mare that Emiliah was almost sure was hardly out of colt hood. Spirted, but...untested in battle. She looked over at Mat who seemed to be...doing something with his horse. He might have been trying to lead it...but he seemed to be struggling a bit. "Don't give the horse any idea Mat, for all he knows, you are Mat the cowboy, master of horses. Frankly, though, my money is on the horse" She looked over at Fenros. "Who are we still waiting for?"
Yuri walked along side his horse, which oddly enough had cost him less than the spear. It was in fine health and bore both his weight and his gear's weight with ease. Walking up next to the forming group he patted the beast's neck as it stopped. As the others talked a bit Yuri went about checking all the various ties and straps, and being satisfied with the results he joind the rest of the group, his horse's reins. Looking at the assembled hunters Yuri couldn't help but smile "My biggest question is how did you even get on it?" he asked Mat in a semi joking tone.
Elizabeth walked alongside her horse, stroking it's mane and guiding it gently. She had no horse of her own, but she had paid the stable boy a bit extra for one of his choosing. The mare beside her was strong and nimble, and though she had yet to ride her, she was sure she would be a fine companion. She was dressed in her full armor, with her whip dangling on her hip. She had her knapsack on, which contained an extra dagger, a map, her coin purse that wasn't quite as heavy as it had been before the Veela attack, a water skin, and some food. She sighed heavily, hoping this would be a long trip. She was ready to take her mind off of things, and actually prove herself to the rest of the group.
As Elizabeth approached, she took a place besides Emiliah. She nodded slightly to the girl, smiling wryly. “So, is everyone excited for the trip?” she asked, looking around and hoping for some eager faces. If she was the only one who wanted to do something, she would be rather surprised. “Who are we waiting for?” she scanned the faces quickly, “Flint, Marcus, and I believe his name was Andri?”
Fenros looked to Mat and let out one chuckle. "Better than walking. You get used to them." He then turned to Emiliah and added, "Just a few others..." But before he could say who, he heard Yuri. Making the qestion to Mat. He wondered as well, but remained silent as Elizabeth came, and added the people who they were waiting on. "I"m not sure on Flint...I haven't seen him since what happened earlier." Not knowing what had happened between Liz and Flint." He might not be coming."
Marcus rode to the group in a trot, his horse's head high and well trained stallion. He had his shield tied to his saddle, a pelt draped over the crest to hide it from sight. He came up to them and reined in his horse, hearing Elizabeth's and Fenros's comment. "Shame, I was hoping Flint would be here. Could use the entertainment along the way." He placed his hand on his sword's pommel , which was also strapped to the saddle. As his other hand shifted his leather/metal armor. He looked at Elizabeth and noted her full armor....bold, going in full metal armor. Especially with that weapon of choice.
Mat nodded his head at Emiliah. "Yeah, I'd put my money on the horse too," he admitted. "We got no happy relationships together, and I swear that vendor ripped me off for it."[/color] The horse attempted to take control again and Mat had to yank up. Hearing Fenros's comment he turned to look at him. "Yeah but walking is nice and adventurous and I can trust my feet, not this living thing under me that seems like it wants me to die." The young hunter had strapped on all his weapons on the horse and thankfully they were still on. If any went down Mat would loathe having to get them with his injured leg.
"Have you tried whispering sweet nothings to it? I find that sometimes helps," Emiliah held on the the edge of her reighs so that she could get closer to Mat's horse. She reached out to pet its nose, whispering to it "I know, I know, he just doesn't understand," She gave the horse and final pat on the nose. "I think that vender sold you a fine horse," She glanced down at his leg. "Are you sure you should be on this hunt? Has your walking improved any?"
Yuri chuckled as he once more checked his horse's straps, making sure his scythe in particular was secure on the side, before swinging himself into the saddle. Shifting his weight around the hunter found himself a comfortable position and settled in, walking his horse here and there to test a couple things. As he once more returned to a standstill with the group Yuri adjusted his hat and begain buttoning up he top few buttons of his overcoat. "So any idea what were being sent after, or are we simply being sent in blind?" He asked the group in general.
Elizabeth listened as the others conversed, her spirit lifting as they all laughed and enjoyed each other's company. She noted Marcus’ proud stallion, and realized she shouldn't be surprised, he was a Lord after all. She laughed at Emiliah's jests, finally feeling like she had before all the drama had started. “I agree with Emiliah, if that's not a fine horse, I have no eyes.”
Turning her attention to Yuri, Elizabeth nodded at the fine question he had brought up. Maybe she had missed it, but except for a general idea of the area they would be heading, she had no clue what they were doing. “I haven't a clue, Yuri. That's a good question though, what are we fighting?” She asked the question to everyone, but her eyes were directed at Fenros.
Marcus smiled, "Perhaps we have our entertainment." He sighed and looked to everyone as they asked what they were hunting. He too wanted to know, and looked to Fenros. Surely he knew what was happening, as Bobby told him to go meet him. He leaned back in his saddle as he streched out his back by raising his arms.
Fenros looked to everyone and said, "We are hunting a Necromancer. Bobby had just recived word that a town nearby is having graves dug up in their cemitery, the bodies gone. There is a darkness in one of the churches there... we were asked to investigate. So far they haven't seen anything." He looked to mat and asked, "Are you sure you are able?"
Mat raised his hands up in a mix of defeat and confusion as Emiliah seemed to immediately calm the horse. "Are you kidding me?" He asked the horse, then looked at Emiliah. "Hell, fine I shall be nice to the horse if the horse decides to be nice to me." He then heard both Emiliah and Fenros ask if he was capable for helping, to which he made a grin to. "Look, you think you people can just leave me while you go hunt something? Nah, I think not. Besides, my leg's...technically working and I can still stab things. I think I'll be good, probably."
"You should be nice to the horse just because, and the horse will think about being nice to you," She went around to one of the staddle bags on her horse and pulled out a cloth bag. "I've got some lobelia. It won't heal it, but at least you won't be able to feel it? Or the damage that you'll cause because you can't feel the pain." She offered the bag up to Mat. "...Also...don't let my mother know I have this, she'll find a way to ground me...and don't get it in your eyes. You'll go blind."
"A necromancer?" Yuri thought for a moment "Sounds good to me." He shifted around in his saddle again as Mat made his case for going hunting, which was honestly enough for Yuri, who spurred his horse into a walk to come next to Mat. Reaching out he patted his shoulder "Good enough reason for me, ether that or I've just heard enough bad reasons to go hunting that this one sounds valid." Returning to his neutral state in the saddle, he shrugged his voice once more returning to a half joking state "I honestly don't know anymore."
“Oh joy, we get to deal with decaying corpses.” Elizabeth muttered, much less excited about the trip than she had been moments ago. She nodded a thank you to Fenros, before turning her attention back to the group. Emiliah had pulled out a bag of lobelia, and Elizabeth found herself only vaguely surprised, it was Emiliah after all. ”Emiliah, how and where did you get lobelia? Well, I suppose it's useful. Good thinking.” Elizabeth watched Mat carefully, to see if he would accept the plant. ”Shall we ride?” She asked, straightening and gripping the saddle so she could hoist herself up.
Marcus nodded, as they heard that they would be going to be hunting a Necromancer. "Lovely..." he said, he's hunted some before, creepy as hell. He reached into his saddle bag to check for holy oil. He still had some left over from Flint. He then looked back to the group and said, "Well I agree with Elizabeth, we should ride. We should be in Silent Falls by night fall, and the better that we do. So we can get the lay of the land and some more info on what's going on." He looked to Fenros, who was still on the ground and waited to see what he would say. He heard teh stories, from Flint and others. It would be interesting to hunt with 'The Terror of Witches'.
Mat looked at the 'lobelia' for a little bit, then grabbed it from Emiliah. "Right, just don't blind myself or...tell your mom? I think I can manage to do that," he said, opening up the bag. He nodded to Yuri as he rode up to him. "See?" He asked everyone else. "I got supporters for this." Mat took out the lobelia and insepcted it for a bit before grounding it up in his hands. Gently swinging his leg up on the saddle Mat slowly loosed some of the bandages for his leg and rubbed the lobelia into his wound. When he was finished, Mat reapllied the bandage and nodded to the Emiliah. "Right, that should do it," he said smiling. "Now let's go murder a necromancer."
"Taking this knowing that I don't have to out run the necromancer, I just have to out run you," with that, she climb up on her own horse and took off in the direction of the Necromancer's Church.
Don't mess with Bobby
A few hours later...
Bobby was sitting at the bar, drinking a beer. When a young man came into the bar. He was tired and out of breath. He walked up to the bar. "Are you Bobby, Sir?" The boy asked.
"Aye... I am." Bobby said as he looked at the boy. watching him as he pulled a paper from his belt. Handing it to Bobby.
"Silent falls is requesting your help." He said as he took a few breaths.
"Sit down kid." He said as he took the paper, He then mentioned to his barkeep to get the kid some food and drink as he opened the paper and read it slowly.
Folding it over he looked around the room to see which hunters were available...to send on this hunt.
Emilino awoke drowsily... if he had felt like a tree had hit him after last night it now felt like someone had dropped a house on his head. As he rubbed his bandaged cranium he tried to remember what had happened. Something about Elizabeth and last night... and then... Flint. Emiliano gritted his teethe as he stood up and picked up his hat, he was going to get an answer for why punching him in the face had seemed like such a novel idea. He burst ot of the backroom, looking pissed. He saw Bobby and the young man, his eyes full of anger, "Where the fuck is Flint?!"
Bobby looked over to Emiliano as he bursted from the back room, "Now calm down there Emiliano. Flint's not here." He knew this was going to happen... well with Flint almost killing him and all. He still didn't know why he punched Emiliano. "He never returned when he left the building a few hours before."
Emiliano was understandably livid, "Calm down?! Calm down?! I could have died from that! I don't even know why he attacked me! And I'm just supposed to what? 'Let it slide'? I am not just gonna fucking lie down and let him walk over me like that! Now, where is he Bobby? If he hasn't come back, where does he usually hang out?"
Yuri snorted as he woke up from his extended nap, as he lifted his head up from the bar and turned his head twoards the yelling that had disturbed his sleep. Yawning he smoothed part of his hair "Off to pick a fight with the man who decked you in a single punch? Sure thats a wise move at this point in time?" he asked, his voice still slightly groggy as he blinked to clear his vision.
Emiliah sat at the bar, eyeing Yuri with a look of envy in her eyes. When ever she tried to sleep at the bar, it was anything but restful. She took a sip of the coffe that Sophie had brought her. Sleep in a cup was the best that she was going to get if she was going to go out hunting tonight. Her eyes flashed over Emiiano who seemed ready to take Flint head on. "Emiliano, just sit down, live to fight another day," said Emiliah, before turing to Yuri. "Good sleep?"
Bobby looked at Emiliano and then said,"Well ye aint dead. He doesn't do it with out reason. And If I knew where he hung out I wouldn't tell ye. Yer too hot headed at the moment." Also the fact that he really only hung out at his place, and even then it wasn't really hanging out as he was always on the road. Same with Fenros. He glanced at Yuri and Emiliah, and then added, "Also I agree with Yuri, probably not the best choice to pick a fight with him...after he dispatched you so easily....even if you were drunk."[/color]
Emiliano glared about the room as they told him to calm down and tell him picking a fight with Flint was a guranteed bad idea, he seethed with every word, "I was unprepared and completely hung over! Pair that with an unlucky fall for me and boom, there's your one shot punch. And what the fuck am I supposed to do?! Just sit down and shut up?! That fucker nearly killed me for no reason! Or at least one I don't even know of! I mean... what have I ever done to him?!"
Mat looked over at the hunter who seemed particularly angry and frowned, listening to what he was saying. At the last sentence Mat just started laughing at him. "Oi," he called out to the man. "You're a hunter, right? Why the hell do you think we're going to have an ounce of pity for you? I was probably going to die two days back and if Emiliah hadn't found me I would be. I doubt anyone would've bat an eye over some hunter's death. Next time, don't give an excuse to be unprepared."
Bobby looked at Mat as he added his two cents. While harsh, he made a fair point. He then was going to tell Emiliano to take it out on a hunt that he was about to give them, but before he could even say anything Emiliano struck out at Mat.
Emiliano turned to the new hunter, and decided he had had just about enough. In one fluid motion Emiliano was next to Mat, had his bayonet out and had brought it down towards Mats hand, trying to impale it through the table. His knife darted in his other hand to press against his neck in case he tried to retaliate.
Mat almost ate his own words in being prepared, but fortunately he had his spear right next to him. His right darted to his spear while his left was stabbed by the bayonet. Having to forget about the pain, Mat held his spear near the other hunter's neck while he felt the dagger next to his own. "I also think you've got some anger issues, friend."
Emiliano scowled at Mat, seemingly unaware of the spear tip at his throat, "Listen you fucking prat, I'm not looking for pity I'm looking for Flint so I can kick his arse. That, and find out why he saw fit to deck me. As for my anger? Well, still a bit hung over and cross from the morning.", with that he yanked the bayonet out of Mat's hand and backed off, cleaning it with a cloth after sheathing his dagger.
Mat gave a slow nod to Emiliano as he clutched his injured left hand with his right. "Right, sure," he muttered. "Maybe just use that one phrase 'Words are wind' or whatever next time?"
And Em and Liz looked on, overly judgemental as they observed the strange mating habits of their male counter parts.
Bobby was shocked when Emiliano attacked Mat, he thought better of the Lad. Growling he walked around the counter, ignoring the pain in his leg as he walked up behind the damn fool and grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt from behind and yanked him off his feet. Dragging him as he moved towards the door, "WOT DO YUU THINK YER DOING YOU DAMN FOOL!" He roared as he kicked the door open and with a grunt tossed the man out of his bar. "YE BE LUCKY YER ALIVE! YET YER PISSIN AND MOANING ABOUT TRYING TO FIND FLINT AND WHEN YUU DON'T LIKE WOT YE HEAR FROM A STRANGER YUU STAB HIM?? I THOUGHT BETTER OF A PARISI! YUU SHAME YER FAMILY YUU DAMN IDIOT. IF I SEE YUU IN MY BAR AGAIN, FLINT IS NOT THE ONLY ONE YE BE WORRYING ABOUT."
He snorted and slapped his hands together as if dusting them off and walking back in, slamming the door.
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