MacabreFox

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

So, anyone want to collab for Nightgate Inn?

@Peik

Now that I think about it, Sevine and Marcel haven't been properly introduced.(: I'm down for a collab.

Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

"Would someone tell me, what in the blazes is going on?" The voice that belonged to fellow House member Lucie, drew Johanna's attention towards the women whom they had followed to the mill. For once, a half-hearted smile split her face in two. Certainly, an odd situation to be smiling in, but she found herself wondering the same.

"As far as we know, we pursued the case of a rabid bear terrorizing the area. However, we had just collected our belongings and was in the midst of making our way back to the manor when we heard a gunshot coming from this general direction. We are just at a loss as you are yourselves. We never expected to find, well... this." Here she gestured to the unfolding scenario before her. To the naked, and obvious feminine form that belonged to the Master of the House, and to the strange and unfathomable situation unfolding between Lady Isabeau and the grotesque creature that carried her.

Truly, in all her life’s experience, Johanna Roheisia Valerivicus had witnessed some rather inexplicable events. But this… the scene of chaos unraveling before her, claimed first place in all of those areas. At the sudden sound of a gunshot, her mount reared up, and sent her toppling from the saddle, wherein she landed hard on her forearm. The immediate pain that spread like fire all the way up to her head blinded her. White-hot needles raced from the wrist, and traveled straight to her eyes where they pulsated. Incapacitated, Johanna lay in a slump of grey-green fabric, doubled over as she struggled to withhold a cry.

However, Wesley, who had witnessed Johanna fall, turned his attention to the arrival of a strange, and peculiar being. Perhaps the old Navajo would call this creature before him, a true skinwalker, for this being who seemed entirely composed of different human body parts captivated his attention wholly. Astonished he watched in fascination at the work of Lily, the woman who was familiar, yet not known to him, set the beast alight in flammable oil from her lantern, and then proceeded to set him ablaze. Everything occurred in flashes around him, he could have sworn that before all of this, he had seen Adam Ware with his own eyes standing, naked, albeit with a womanly figure, and a woman that he had never met either, speaking with the creature.

Instinctively, Wesley turned his attention back to the creature as it seemed that whatever the red-haired woman had set out to do, ought to be finished. Beside him, only feet away, he heard the raspy voice of Johanna, thick with pain. “Shoot it Mr. Craven!” She hissed, now managing to push herself into a seated position, her injured arm held tight against her dress. Both horses had fled, and as she had heard off in the distance, one of them had suffered a fate most unfortunate. He reacted immediately, and lifted again the Colt M1878’s from their holster’s at his side, and with great haste, checked the barrels of the pistols to ensure they had bullets lodged in the chamber, which he discovered there were three.

His unofficial training living in the New Mexico territory, and living on the outskirts of Santa Fe, had given him plenty of skill and expertise with quick-draws, and loading these types of pistols with ease. Even when he had set off towards South Dakota, his natural skill in firearms had come with ease, and at a time like this, it did not fail him then. Slowing his breathing, he made damn sure to keep both eyes open as he lifted the pistols up. Both thumbs cocked the carbines, while his forefingers moved to the trigger. His eyes settled on the wailing figure of the hideous beast before him. There, he aimed for the head with both pistols trained dead center, and pulled the trigger.

Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

@MacabreFox

I think you accidentally posted that in the character tab :P

@Monochromatic Rainbow

Of course I did. We can all thank my NyQuilized brain for that move. Will get that switched around now.

You saw nothing.

Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

OK ye scallywags! I posted BEFORE Sunday.

For the record, Johanna has a broken forearm, and Wesley aimed his pistols at the beast for a head shot. That leaves Isabeua still unattended.

Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

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The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

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Yup! Inn is under attack by a buncha jerkwads who want Kamal-Senpai to notice them.

@Dervish

Thought so. Just making sure that was le plan.

Those douche bags.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

So... for those of us at Nightgate, just to clarify, we are responding to the attackers that Jorwen has encountered? Because Sevine is probably passed out in a chair in the hall.

The Jolly Roughers ~ Dervish & MacabreFox

“There is one more thing that I wish to touch on. We know well, where everything is, the layout of the manor, the potential presence of the staff, and the location of the painting. My question is… when are we going, who is going with us, and what do we do if we encounter someone on the inside?” Vera asked, lifting the cup of tea to her lips, and drank it slow so as not to slurp it or spill a drop. When she set it down on the saucer, she reached for a second scone. She hadn’t the time that morning to eat breakfast, so her appetite was particularly ravenous.
Nodding in response to her question, Grant switched his position from hands-steepled to a relaxed, ankle over the knee pose. “Based on the information you both have presented me… I believe that on the 5th will be the best time. This will ensure that the Von Goethe’s are truly out of town on vacation. I’ll contact one of the boys down on the docks, and borrow one of their trunks for the evening. I’ll give you the Lindsey brother’s. One will act as your driver, and one will be your eyes on the property. A lookout if you will. Vera, for you, as you’re a woman, I’d recommend that you’d go in a disguise. I’m certain if you ask Sam, he’ll lend you some pants and an overcoat. Make sure the colors are dark. On the matter of encountering someone inside the house, we’d prefer that you’d not be seen at all. However, in the event that there is someone you run into, do not kill them. If you must, incapacitate them, knock them out if you have to. But no blood, do you hear me both?”

“Yessir.” She said through a mouthful of scone.
“Good. Now then, there is one more matter. Vera. Now, according to Sam, and the reason why we put you on this job in the first place, is that he tells us you can pick any lock.”
“Mmhmm.” Her head bobbed up and down in agreement.
“Perfect. Now, I’ll put you in touch with Matthew, he’s got a supply of lockpicks. In two days time, I want you both back down here at 8:30pm sharp. It’s a three hour drive out there as you both know, and I want it to be dark enough for no one to see you. Shay, you said the property has a lengthy drive before you reach the manor. I’ll let the boys know to turn their lights off, when you acquire the painting, they’ll be waiting at an established destination, most likely half a mile down the road from the gatehouse. Any other questions?”

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Once outside the office, Vera turned to Shay, a playful smile on her lips as she inched closer to him. “So… do you have any plans for today?” She asked, slipping her hand into his. She hadn’t noticed the extra care he had taken into oiling his hair, but she had certainly smelled the scent of his cologne. Therein, she led him to the counter where Sam and the brothers sat, just where they had been when she had first walked through the door that morning.

“ ‘Morning,” Sam said to Vera, now that she wasn’t in a rush to the meeting.
“Good morning Sam. Hey Frankie, can I get a soda water, and a cranberry tonic?” She asked, leaning over the counter at him.
“Certainly.” He returned, setting down the glass he was polishing and set about filling two glasses.
“Any plans for you two?” Sam asked, nodding at Shay and his sister, to which Vera shook her head.

Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

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The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

@MacabreFox

That's alrighty, we haven't moved forward since Christmas. Hope you feel better soon! I recommend lots of alcohol.

@MiddleEarthRoze

Does NyQuil count? cuz that's been me this entire time!



@POOHEAD189 Awwww thanks buddy!