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Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Sana felt a wave of relief wash over her as Hugh seemed to take charge of the situation to help her and Ariana get away from the rest of the group; had it just been Sana alone she wouldn't have minded so much and would have tried to stay and answer as many questions as possible but the child had already been through enough and was obviously not feeling at ease around the rest right then. Letting Ariana slip from her lap, Hugh slipping his arm around Sana and lifting her to her feet hurt somewhat but she didn't mind; just feeling his strength again put her at ease.

Leaning against him weakly she slid one arm around his back and rested her head on his chest, letting out a deep sigh of relief as she listens to his heart beat while he secured the sword and scabbard. Ariana stood next to Sana, holding onto her pants leg as she waited. When Hugh offered his hand the child looked up to Sana for a moment before nodding slowly and reaching up slowly to wrap her tiny fingers around Hughs index finger. Sana figured she would walk with them into the inn but she was wrong.

What happened next was completely unexpected as the child took Sanas free hand as well and used her grip on both Sana and Hugh as leverage and then quickly placed one foot after another on Hughs legs, scaling him quickly and ending up with her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck. Sana perked a brow slightly as she watched the little one and gave her an approving and impressed expression. Ariana smiled as she held herself in place and Sana turned her attention back over to Hugh.

"Okay then," Sana said with a light voice. "Let's get her some food," Sana added before her own stomach growled. Sana let out a slightly bemused sighed. "And me something as well," she said softly as she waited for Hugh to help her back to the inn. Sister Agnes grabbing Sanas bow from the ground and helping the archer sling it across her back before they managed to go on their way. "Thank you."

"Of course, I'll have the inn keeper draw a bath for you and the child so you can clean up once you are finished eating," Sister Agnes said in a kind voice before walking off and into the inn to take care of task at hand. Sana leaned against Hugh as he helped her towards the inn and smiled over towards Vaeri as she noticed the woman was enjoying a much deserved relaxing moment to eat outside.

"Thank you for your help today," Sana said in a kind voice as they passed Vaeri. Seeing the new comer stand there made her curious but she was far too tired to ask him any questions right then and needed to make sure Ariana got settled in for the night. Once they were inside and Hugh helped Sana into a seat, Ariana scrambled down and slid into the chair next to Sana. Food was brought over for all three of them and Ariana looked at it strangely for a moment as if she wasn't sure if it was okay for her to eat.

"Go ahead," Sana said softly as she picked up her fork and took a bite of her own food. Ariana giggled with a curt nod and then tore into her meal; eating like she hadn't in days, which Sana figured was the case.

The Kin Bane - A Wild West Style Undead Hunting Campaign - Closed

K, fight is over - big badda boom - picking up from there.

The Kin Bane - A Wild West Style Undead Hunting Campaign - Closed

Westbrook growled looking towards Angpetu, starting to move his legs to try to rise from his knees but it was too late. Suddenly he was chest was hit again and again with bullet after bullet. It took what was left in the Nakani to say upright as each one pierced through his flesh and into his body but remained where he was on his knees, still refusing to die. The bullet that seemed to finish the job was the one that came from another direction than the first spray of them and penetrated his skull. The man stayed there for a moment before toppling over to the side, the side of his face pressing into the dust and dirt of the ground below him. His eyes still open but the whistling sound had finally ceased.

Angpetu took a deep breath, at least the worst was over with for now but she knew Westbrook wasn't dead yet, at least not in a traditional sense. Walking over to him she squatted down and took a look. Even as she looked at him the wounds seemed to close. Shaking her head, she stabbed the dagger into the mans throat, moving it left to right and then sawing through the bone of the spine, severing his head from his shoulders. Taking the head she rested it on his midsection and pulled a lighter out of her pocket she rose and lit his clothing on fire before turning and running back some what.

"Cover your ears!" she called out to the group that was there as her hands came to the side of her head. "And brace yourself," she added as she dropped to one knee with her back towards the body. It seemed odd but it was quickly explained as the flesh of the Nakani caught on fire and a screaming whistle came from the lips of the severed head. It lasted only a moment and then the body erupted as if someone had shoved a stick a dynamite into the chest cavity. As it exploded the bits and pieces of the body turned to ash and rained down from the sky.

"I hate that part," Angpetu grumbled as she stood up and dusted herself off, sheathing the blade back on her hip and wiping her hands off on the crimson scarf she wore draped around her next. Stepping over towards her rifle she picked it up and rested it on her shoulder as she turned her direction towards the person that was closest to her, Cyrus.

"Nice shooting," she said as she turned back to look at the scorched earth where the body had been. "That was a Nakani," she said motioning over towards where Westbrook had been. "Nasty bit of Kin, fast as hell, only thing that really puts them down like the rabid dogs they are is flint and fire," she said in a flat tone and spoke as if it was an every day occurrence; like she was sitting down trading pie recipes with a neighbor. Shrugging slightly she glanced around. "Now, where did that last shot come from," she said as she looked towards the direction it had come from and seeing a bit of a perch that was out of the way from the rest of the group. Giving a way in acknowledgement before resting her hand back on her rifle.

"So, any questions before I go seek out someone to stitch up these claw punctures Westbrook was so kind to give me as a parting gift?"

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Sister Agnes glanced towards the window and out onto the street, seeing Sana still sitting there with the little girl in her arms. The scene caused her to raise a brow. Several others had come over and while she felt their intentions were good, perhaps it wasn’t the best idea for so many people to gather around the child. Looking over towards Vaeri she smiled slightly as she stepped around. “Might be a good time for you to get some rest, I think these two have things here under control,” she said before she stepped out of the door and made her way over to Sana.

Ariana tightened her grip on Sanas clothing as more and more people came over, having dropped her hands from Sanas face. The newest arrival caused the girl to pinch her nose from the overwhelming smell that seemed to come from him. “Blech,” the little one said and Sana smirked slightly at the reaction. It was a rather strong aroma and children were not known to have a filter on what they said. Resting her head against the childs Sana let out a small chuckle.

“Well I think we all stink right now,” she teased before she caught Sister Agnes out of the corner of her eye.

“Okay people, we can get answers in the morning. I think right now food and sleep are most important for the little one now, not questions from people she doesn’t know,” the nun stated in a protective voice. Sana nodded in agreement. Sana didn’t know the child but she had the childs trust at least.

"Hugh, can you help me up?" Sana asked softly looking over towards him.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Sana looked over towards the unique pair as they came over to her. Sana was humming gently to Ariana and running her fingers through the little ones hair. At Zams words Sana smiled slightly and shook her head. "No worries, I wasn't either. Well other than being a wonderful rag doll that got tossed away," she said in a light hearted voice and then cringed slightly in pain. "Oh, don't laugh, reminder to self."

When Zam asked about the child Sana sighed deeply. "No, it would be too dangerous for her to go with us," Sana said sadly. Ariana looked up at Sana and pouted, clinging tighter to her.

"No, I go with Sana," the girl protested. Sana felt horrible when she saw the pout but she couldn't let the little one come with them. Kissing her brow lightly and sighed.

"It is too dangerous but I'll make you a promise. When we are done I will come back and see you," Sana said in a firm but caring tone. Taking the chain off her neck, that held her parents wedding bands, she placed it around Arianas. "These were my parents, I'll come back for them. You keep them safe okay?"

"I will!" Ariana exclaimed as she looked at the rings. Sana giggled and rest back once again. As Hugh came over she reached over with one hand to take his and lace her fingers through his own, keeping the child cradled in the other.

"Well, we fought off slavers today, you nearly bled out, we got to the camp, took care of some there. Dog bit the crap out of me, had a whip slash my face, got burned," she said pointing to the scars that now dotted her form. "Then my dad died in my arms, found out my family is dead, buried bodies, found Ariana here," she said as she squeezed the little on in a hug gently. "Then got chased down by a mad man, knocked around like a rag doll, find out I can apparently cast magic and now am sitting here feeling like Rodger ran over me a dozen times. So all in all, I am peachy," she said as she laughed sarcastically and then cringed again in pain.

"Another note to self, don't laugh," she said as she weakly pulled Hugh over to her and kissed him softly. "And you?" she asked softly as Ariana smiled at the two.

"Ooooo," the little one said with a giggle. Sana looked at Ariana slightly stunned at the reaction and gave her a mock stern face. Ariana grabbed Sanas cheeks and smushed them together playfully to which Sana stuck her tongue out at the little one. Ariana responded in turn by sticking her tongue out at Sana which caused Sana to bust out laughing between cringes of pain.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Ones I have given out so far, about 25gp each.

The Kin Bane - A Wild West Style Undead Hunting Campaign - Closed

Horrids character was approved via pm and should be up shortly.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Sana looked over towards Vaeri as she heard her name and shook her head. “Your guess is as good as mine. I found Ariana in a hole that was hidden outside of the camp thanks to Hughs steed. Had just gotten her out and was about to head back here when he showed up demanding I give her back,” Sana said as she ran her fingers through the little ones hair. The words reminded her of Rodger and she placed her fingers to her lips, giving out a quick series of whistled calls. Rodger came trotting over from a dark alley and Sana let out a sigh of relief; one less thing to worry about.

Sana glanced over towards the man on the white horse and perked a brow. She hadn’t seen him before but he had helped during the fight; which she was grateful for. “Thanks for the assistance,” she said in a tired voice before turning her attention back to the little on in her arms. She was still a bit too tired to get up and walk back to the inn but figured it didn’t hurt to just sit there for a while.

As Vaeri went into the shop, the bell dinged above the door and Sister Agnes looked over, slightly glad to see someone come in. She had stayed in there to see if Lob or Wylsen needed any help or for her to retrieve anything but she had seen enough blood for the day. Walking over to the counter she took the claws and began to place them in wide mouthed bottles. “Thank you so much,” the nun said in a kind voice as she looked over towards Vaeri before she began to seal the bottles so the claws could be used when the group returned with the rest of the items that Wylsen needed to take care of the orphans.

Wylsen leaned back and popped a cork into the forth bottle of blood he had been able to drain from the Hell Hound, thanks to Lobs help and smiled to himself. Picking up a rag he cleaned his hands off somewhat and patted the half-orc on the shoulder. "Good job, I think that will let me make something very useful for you and your group by morning. What else did you want to get from the creature?"

The Kin Bane - A Wild West Style Undead Hunting Campaign - Closed

@HorridSure thing, hit me up bro

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Potions need a decent amount but with the help, yeah I think we could squeeze enough for one more and still have Lob be able to use the skin the Hell Hound. If they harvest the organs as well Wylsen might have a few more things by morning for the group.