BunniesOfDoom

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

Adrila got the majority of the dirt and dust out of the wooden longhouse with his makeshift broom before she tossed the branch to the side and situated her bag over her shoulder more comfortably. She knew this part of the task would be the most tedious and filthy so she pulled her cloak up and around her face as best she could to cover her face and eyes from the onslaught of dust and grime that would most surely come. However, before she could ask her spells and get things truly moving, the older woman peeked her head into the longhouse.

Adrila turned to face the woman, pulling her cloak off the top of her head and flashing her a wide grin. “I would be honored to check your work. I am sure you are doing a phenomenal job. Once I get this grime and dust out of here, I will be by to get the blankets and check them for you.” When the woman left once more, Adrila readjusted the cloak on her head and raised her hands. She paused for a moment when she heard the commotion of the woman yelling at her husband but after listening in for only a moment, she deemed the conversation not important and turned her attention back on to her task at hand.

With a deep inhale and slow exhale, wind swooped into the longhouse. It really must have been a few years since anyone had been in that place because just the simple little breeze she guided within kicked up so much dust, she had to take a moment to step out. She coughed lightly and had to wipe at her eyes. Even with her cloak covering her head and guarding her from the most of it, so much kicked up she couldn't help but inhale it the moment it flew into the air. She needed a new tactic.

After about another ten minutes of shifting the beds out of the longhouse and into the open air, she checked for anything that might be dangerous when kicked around by strong winds within the building. She ended up dragging a few random items and some older, crumbling pieces of wood out as well but she couldn't find anything else in there that might cause some damage to the walls. This task was turning into quite the effort. She was expecting to just do some clean up and be done but she was never really one to leave things half done. So with a now empty longhouse ready for cleaning, she secured his cloak around her head again and walked up to the doors.

She rolled her shoulders, raised her arms and threw her hands inwards. A harsh wind flew past her and into the longhouse. So much debris and dust kicked up that she couldn't even see into the house anymore. She only saw a wall of brown as the wind whirled around aggressively within the longhouse. She swirled her hands about in a circle and the wind within formed a vortex. The brown cloud of grime condensed down into a small tornado within the middle of the building and Adrila guided it out, stepping out of the way and pushing it all out of the longhouse and into the open air outside. Her vortex lost its structure and dispersed the moment it was in contact with the open air, flinging dust and grime all along the ground.

Adrila pulled her cloak from around her head and peered into the longhouse. She was surprised to find that there was actually a stone floor under all that grime and it seemed that the walls were in better condition than she had originally assumed now that she could see their true color and condition. She took a quick stroll through the longhouse before giving a quick nod. She pulled her cloak up and was wiping the dust off her face once more, trying to clean herself up as best she could.

She stepped back out of the longhouse and walked over to the couple, Rinn having already run off with the small woman. She strolled over as the larger man was spinning the woman around. She tucked her hands behind her back and waited patiently a moment before she cleared her throat. “Excuse me,” she said lightly, “If you wouldn't mind providing me with one of your blankets. I would like to see how they compare to the cots. Also, I was thinking perhaps we could construct some kind of billboard or such here in the middle of town. We could make lists of things needing repair or done and make sure they get done. We could possibly even construct some kind of reward system. Though I think that would take some time to get situated.” Adrila dug into her bag and pulled out her list once more, making small notes of her ideas for later reference after things were, at the least, livable. Now that the longhouse wasn't full of grime and dust, it would make a decent dormitory for the time being. They would need to find a place for people to go to the bathroom but one thing at a time. After all, they had plenty of places outside they could just pick to go to the restroom. It was primitive but it would work until they could construct a proper bathroom.

She slipped her list back into her bag before peering back up at the couple with a smile. One step at a time.

Death's little predicament- BunniesOfDoom x DragonOC

Death grunted with effort. He was having a hell of a time keeping the door closed and keeping the HellHound trapped between the threshold. His body shook with adrenaline and he found it hard to get his ideas in line. How did humans manage to do this? The only thing he could think about was keeping the door closed and no matter how hard he tried to push his mind past the fact that he needed to plan, it kept going back to the door every time the beast lunged or pushed against it.

Death cursed to himself when Kaia's order from the kitchen met his ears. What did she think he was doing? If only he was in his true form. He could have just snapped his fingers and this beast would cease to exist. He couldn't linger on that right now. He needed to find a solution to this problem, and quickly. They were going to need help. Some kind of help. Any kind of help!

Runes burned along his arms as he let out a small cry, trying with every inch of his being to get a call out. His magic flared within and pushed against the bindings along his arms, fire and agony coursing through his appendages as the HellHound retreated just slightly. He shifted his stance, bracing for the impact he knew would come but before he could set his foot properly, the beast slammed its whole form into the door. With the pain from the runes, him in mid stance, and the accursed rug under his feet shifting from the sudden weight, Death went tumbling to the side as the door was thrown open and the beast went barreling into the house. “Kaia!” Death called out as he scrambled to get back to his feet, his magic pulsing out against the mortal bindings in a futile attempt to kill the beast before it killed the girl, causing him to double over in pain. He had to wrangle his magic and emotions under his control before he was able to look over to see the carnage that the HellHound undoubtedly unleashed upon his savior.

As the HellHound crumbled away, a black hand of shadow hovered just over where the creature's head would have been. A reaper stood over Kaia, bent at the waist with one hand behind its back and the other extended out. It had the face of an average looking man and when it straightened, it clasped the second hand behind its back. “My master summoned me.” It turned to face Death for a moment before looking down at Kaia on the ground. “And I arrive just in time to reap a soul. I must thank you, Ms. Kaia. It's been awhile since I've been able to harvest something.”

Death looked down at his hands, shocked to hear that he had actively summoned something. His shock turned into despair when he noticed that all the runes had faded away, all but one that remained burned into the back of his hand. Whenever he clenched and unclenched his hand, he felt a pressure from that spot and when he prodded it with his finger, he let out a grunt of pain from the discomfort that came from the touch.

“Well, shit.” He said with a groan before he held his hand up to show Kaia. “Seems like I did manage to summon something but I don't think I should do it again.” Her laptop trilled that silly tone and Death grabbed the thing and opened it. That stupid noise had been going off the whole time they had been battling the stupid HellHound and now he was just pissed. The man could have the decency to at least wait for her to call him back instead of just spam calling her while they were literally fighting for their lives.

He scanned the screen until he found the button to connect to the call and clicked it. “What?! What do you want that is so damn important?!” His reaper came to settle behind him to peer at the screen, both faces staring into the camera on the laptop. Of course, the camera wouldn't be able to pick up the reaper in the background but nonetheless, both faces stared into the startled face of Kaia's father as he stuttered in bewilderment for a moment. Death sneered at the man but could see the family resemblance immediately before he let out a huff and moved the laptop over to hand it to Kaia. “Kaia, it's your father. Perhaps tell him he should learn some manners. One never knows when someone is fighting for their lives and could use as little distractions as possible. Stupid HellHounds. Stupid mortals. Stupid BODY!” He walked off to go take a shower, the reaper in tow.

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

I will get something up soon-ish

I don't want to hold anyone up or anything like that. My B

Blackguards!

Just a head's up. Since some people think it's a wall of flames while others think it's a circle, it is indeed a wall of flames about ten feet in front of everyone. It didn't go around in a circle

Blackguards!

I'm a sucker for Dwarves and Dark Elves, particularly with human-made art, so I adore Skimobile and Proxy's additions

@POOHEAD189

unfortunately, proxy hasn't logged into rpg for a month and I think we're just assuming they're MIA

Umbra Rose Condos

This has now turned into a rescue mission for the gremlins. Save them from the rampaging fox

Umbra Rose Condos

@Lugubrious I love how your dude is like, they're sneaky and like to linger in the corner of your eye. While pur wonderful gm has one literally dropping down into our dear foxes food lol

Umbra Rose Condos

Anybody wanna help Sam and Azir track down some gremlins?

@Eviledd1984

So do you play two different people? Or is Azir an NPC or something?

Also, I'm sure our ragtag team of an insect, wolf and hiding human could work with yall.

Death's little predicament- BunniesOfDoom x DragonOC

Death watched her as she finally got to work to get in touch with her father. He stood up off the ground, leaving the jar where he sat and made his way over to glance over her shoulder and read the email she sent. He didn't get very far into it before she sent it on its way. Nonetheless, it was off and they would be getting some help in that regard. He rested a hand on her shoulder before giving her a stern nod. “Thank you. I know you were reluctant but this is more than just you and your father.”

With the reminder of his mortality, her offer of food seemed reasonable enough. Pizza was an option, he supposed. He never had pizza. To be fair, he never really had any kind of food, period. Unlike the other gods who might take some time for themselves every now and then, Death's job was constant and endless. He couldn't just stop or pause his job for a bit. The very current events were a perfect example of why Death needed to always be working. People died every second of the day. If he took even a moment off, they would get backed up and the world would be thrust into chaos. And he was in this mortal body for more than a week now!

The world was teetering on the brink of collapse. The only thing he could think of that didn't cause it to completely implode upon itself was that his reapers were still out in the world, trying to do their job to the best of their ability. Mind you, the best of their ability was still shit because he had made them to have little to no intelligence, but it was better than nothing. With each new soul they reaped on their own, they shifted the balance just slightly back to where it was meant to be. However, that was like trying to bail the ocean at this point. He could feel the imbalance within his very being. It pushed against him to the point that it was almost painful. It was just on the brink of fracturing.

He had half a mind to call someone and hand his throne over. He could instill his throne onto someone who could run it for him until he got back, but who could he even trust with such power that would be willing to give it back? Death has to be impartial. There can be no killing one person for the good of another. You must take the soul when it is their time, not sooner and no later. Did he even know a god who could be that impartial, except maybe Life? But he couldn't just drop that burden on Life's shoulders, especially not with how much they work as well. He would have to find someone else to do it. He quietly grumbled to himself as he tried to sort through the gods who might have a meager chance of actually doing the job right. The list was quickly dwindling.

He was pulled from his grim thoughts when she motioned for him to follow her. She was going to give him a tour of her house. He sighed loudly before he followed behind her, only half paying attention as she explained the different rooms and the bathroom. When she asked if he needed an explanation of the toilet, he looked at her through the lashes of half-lidded eyes. “I think I can figure it out just fine, thanks.” He was in a foul mood. He didn't like the thought of giving up his throne, let alone the fact that he was having a very hard time figuring out which god would be a good fit to take it for the time being. “I need some fresh air.” He left her there in the hallway as he pushed past. He made his way out of the house through the front door and stood there on her front porch. He sighed, slipping his hands into his pants' pockets as he took a deep breath.

“What am I going to do?” He asked himself as he closed his eyes. He had never felt this helpless before. This was a new and very unwelcome experience for him. He couldn't deny the imbalance anymore. It had been too long. If he waited for even the full moon, the world may be torn asunder or some other unwanted god may take his throne. If he wanted things to at least go how he wanted them to go, he needed to do something about it, now.

He took another long breath as he made his decision. He would pick a god to take his throne for him, temporarily. Who, he wasn't sure. But at least he knew the next step. He sighed as he went to go back inside to tell Kaia of his plans when he felt a dark, vicious presence manifest just before him on the sidewalk. He paused, his hand having been extended to grasp the doorknob, and peered over his shoulder to see what had just appeared there. The shadows condensed and swirled in a spot just before the steps. He slowly grasped a hold of the doorknob as darkness began to build, slowly taking form on the sidewalk just before him. When a deep growl escaped the forming beast, a growl that vibrated deep within Death's bones, the color drained from his face. “No,” he whispered as he turned to the door and ripped it open just as a HellHound finished materializing and barreled up the stairs after him.

He slammed the door closed, catching the dog's head in the threshold. The snarling beast lashed out at him, snapping its jaws at him, its teeth being nearly as long as Death's hands. Its blood red eyes swirled with the fires of hell and smoke plumed from its nostrils and it struggled to free itself from the door. Death braced himself, one leg braced firmly outward and the other with his knee pushed against the door. He had his shoulder and whole side pressed against the door as well, straining to keep the beast crushed firmly between the door and the doorframe. “HellHound!” He screamed out before the creature inhaled deeply and unleashed a large breath of fire into Kaia's front room.

Umbra Rose Condos

Someone needs to remind the fox that this is supposed to be for fun