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Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

"In packs? That would mean there would be more..." fear gripped Corinne and made her swallow down the need to throw up that just wouldn't stay down. That would mean the tavern, or whatever remained of it, was still in danger. She felt a twinge of pity, and pain, and shame at not so much as having dared to examine the hole from which they came, or tend to the wounds of those that lay haphazardly across the remains of the splintered wooden floor.
But she was a hunter. Not a medic. Basic care was in her hands, as well as the proper way to put something out of its misery, but not advanced medical care, like the people might have needed. She bit her tongue.
All be damned.

She wouldn't know it, but the exact same thought crossed the half-elf's. That there were more. That there would be danger.
Even so as he struggled with the horse, the choking feeling passed for a moment of amusement, and a little half-smile crossed her lips at watching him try to tame the feisty mare. She didn't know who exactly it belonged to, but it must have belonged to someone, since it was tied to the post and all. She stroked Lysander's neck affectionately, almost grateful they'd gotten past that stage in their relationship, where he'd buck wildly and she'd have many a bruise to show for her failed attempts in trying to ride him. Now, he was as smooth a ride as any, and as beautiful to boot. Corinne made damn well sure of that. "You're...good with horses, I see, Trafalgar." she mused when he'd caught up.
Completely unfitting to the surroundings though. They spoke of despair and hopelessness and everything else under the sun. Thankfully, the beast that left seemed to have been on a mission.
Casualties were minimum. That was a good sign. Damage, however, was not. Debris lay everywhere. The thing really took its toll on the poor little town. The mayor, when notified, or rather since he must have been notified immediately by his eyes and ears, must have been taken aback.
Furious? Perhaps not. Definitely not as much as the creature seemed to be, indeed.

Trafalgar shouted something to her as he went past, that made her eyebrow arch in that familiar way, and a wider smile take her lips, even in the face of imminent doom they approached, riding through and her suspicions being confirmed, the dread having her in a vice-grip of how it would have made its way to the lovable redheaded barber's abode. And how he, unarmed in most aspects, would have to have fought it off. She prayed he was okay, especially when they approached his house and from the silhouette in the dark already, it seemed to have been torn apart.
She prayed it was just the storm that had done that to it, though it was a prayer in vain. The storm passed quickly, like most Estermerean ones. Short but deadly.
She was thankful.
Wait, no she wasn't.

"You're a madman!" she managed back at the half-elf, though her voice didn't carry malice. Instead, was a sense of wonder. She'd met travellers before, but the majority of them would have shied away from such a creature. Herself included. "That's amazing!"

They approached the house to have all suspicions confirmed, which had worry well up within her again. Though Trafalgar's address to the man made her release a breath she didn't realise she had been holding.
"Elric! Oh my gods, Elric, you're okay!"

And as the horses were brought to a slow, she set her quiver and bow where she could grab them immediately if need be, jumped off the horse and landed lightly, again silently thanking her elven descent, and gaze fell to the barber who stood there, who seemed to be looking to and away from the duo, back at something.
"Elric!" she cried and immediately took off in a run towards him, barely being able to compose herself when her arms threw themselves around him tightly.
"I thought you'd died when I saw the wreckage! Are you alright, are you hurt anywhere? Is everything okay? Where...did it come by he-"
And her breath hitched and caught in her throat when from the gaping hole in the side of the house, she saw the corpses. Vicious things, they were, the gnolls.
Her grip on the doctor, whom she'd only later come to know was actually injured only tightened. The sight made her knees weak. She'd have to at least get used to seeing those abominations before doing much else.
"...oh my gods," she whimpered, burying her face into the man's chest for just a second. He smelled like he always did. Of sterilisation liquid, and that familiar doctor-barber smell. "I'm...glad you're alright. I..."
She pulled away rather quickly after, looking him up and down carefully.
Perhaps if it was Shork, she'd have stayed there whimpering and crying for about the better part of a half-hour.
But then again, Shork could defend himself. She knew he was fully able.
Elric, however, could not.

She noticed the awkward movements of his limbs. And for the first time, the amount of blood on his clothes as well. Which now leaked into the fabric of hers, but that didn't matter.
"How did those things die? Did they hurt you? Are you...really, really alright?"

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

My siggy? :D
My display picture is self-made so you MUST mean my siggy. <<
PREACH IT, BROTHER. TELL THEM ABOUT DUKE.
And they will listen.

Unless you mean the Beastmaster thing. << I have no idea how that came around, frankly.
And I happen to be female, Vec. >> Last time I checked.
Which wasn't very long ago but I could always double-check I mean where's the harm in that.
So she!

Psst Bing... Sissy is best char tho.
And ah, expertly asked by Bee (thank you!) about the Chara roster. :DD I'd appreciate it thoroughly!

Woll Manor

Day 28. Survivor check.

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

"Heeeee-errrr..."
"Nice hole you have there."
"It's rather becoming, isn't it?"
"Indeed, Elric, indeed."

Haha, naw. << Depends on Wyvern if he wants to meet us en route there or there itself.
Also, what time is it in the RP at the moment? Approximately 12-1 AM, I'm presuming?
And Bee, you're Co-GM, right? Could you forward my request to Bing? Like, including all the character sheets on the introduction post.
All the accepted ones, anyway. I'll pilfer through the OOC to find the ones you don't have on there, if you'd like...

We have:

Lucien le Croix - Feigling
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/60307/posts/ooc?page=1#post-1868348

James Hawthorne - IncredibleBee
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/60307/posts/ooc?page=10#post-1888267

Anya Hawthorne - Shisa
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/60307/posts/ooc?page=10#post-1888389

Elric Barber - Professor_Wyvern
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/60307/posts/ooc?page=11#post-1889537

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

Back, and posted! Sorry to have held up anything!
Corinne and Trafalgar are still at the Hippogriff, but they plan on making their way elsewhere.
Shall they meet Elric on their way? Would be most plausible.

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

The entire world seemed blurry and inconsistent.
Sounds faded into lights faded into smells faded into a distant nagging feeling. The elf couldn't move. The elf was in shock.
The sounds were of screaming. The lights flickered constantly as havoc was wreaked in the previously cosy little tavern. On, and off, and on, and off, and torches flickered, and whatever little 'lightbulb'-esque things that the place used to keep itself alight burnt out, and came back, and burnt out again. In the end, for good, leaving all in darkness.
The smells were strongly of ale, splashed all around the floor, and blood tinged the heady air like the promise of a new hunt.
Promise, what good has it done..

And then there was the tugging feeling, and stairs, and wooden rooms, and heavy breathing.
And there was tan skin and white hair. Corinne was shivering, frame slight against the half-elf's.
"I...I'm fine." she gulped down the need to vomit. What was that thing? She'd never seen anything like that before, in the entirety of her life.
How was she meant to react? She'd become disorientated, as logic would dictate. Elf or not, she wasn't super-human. Elf or not, she'd still run and sob and hide if given the chance against something that monstrous.
"I'm really, really fine. What...was that?" the chattering of her teeth came to settle. Her skin was cold. "Where did it come from? Why...why was it here?"
She paused.
"Tra...Trafalgar, where did it go?|
It burst through the tavern's wall, that much she knew. It went outside. But outside where? It could have gone anywhere. It could have hurt anyone.
Thankfully, Uncle Seb was upstairs still. And safe, thank the gods above that he was safe. She was tempted to peek across the other room to check on him, and how he fared with the shaking and the noise and the chaos.
But knowing him, he'd probably be asleep still. He slept like a log throughout most things. Being knocked out probably would be the exact same way.
She sniffled a little and clung to his hand, steadying her breathing and coming to relax.
That was one of the good parts about being an elf. Heightened ability in some places superior to that of human beings. In this case, the amount of time it took for the heart-rate to return to its stable, resting state.

Cherry.
"Trafalgar, we have to get outside." she whimpered, blue eyes desperately searching the half-elf's. "Please...please, my horse is down there. I...if that thing did anything to him, I swear to Sehanine... And not just him, I...it could have hurt anyone. killed anyone, and...I can't let that happen. Please...won't you come? Won't you help me find out what that thing was?"
And she only just realised she was gripping the man's hand so tightly, and let go with a little flinch and a gulp, and the slightest blush crossing her otherwise colour-drained face that was just coming back to life.
She walked to the stairs, and winced a little at what lay below. The tavern was in absolute ruins. Pucksy would be shattered.

...where was Pucksy?
Where was it?

"C'mon...we-we have to go!" she steeled her nerve, shot a glance back at the half-elf before almost flying down the stairs with the hurry that overtook her. There was a huge hole in the wooden floor. But it looked unthreatening now. The real monster was gone, she'd pray nothing else would worm up and out of there.
She looked around the tavern. Blood and ale and unconscious (or just incredibly drunk) members of most races lay in groaning heaps in different places.
She heard a whinnying and manoeuvred through the mess of limbs on the floor to the outside, where she was greeted with the most familiar face.
"Cherry!" she gasped as she approached the stallion, who shorted and threw back his head and whinnied in shock. He'd seen the monster. Better than she had. He'd know where it would have gone.
Though he didn't have to.
A trail of ruin clearly marked the path it would have taken.
And it followed all the way down to the town square, where stunned people still remain, down to...to Elric's humble abode. The lovely, good barber. Doctor. Both, rather. More importantly...
A very, very good friend of hers, if only you'd stop and think about it.
One she'd be pissed to all Hell to lose.

"Cherry...it's alright, I promise. Look...look, it's alright, I'm here." she cooed, reaching out and calming the stallion down. And untying the reigns from the post that would have kept him from running away in shock the entire time.
He calmed down though, nuzzled against her with ears flattened. She slung her arms around him and cooed and quieted him down a handful of seconds longer, before moving around and pulling herself up and onto the saddle, the same methodical way as always.
She glanced at the doorway of the tavern, turning Lysander around so he could move closer to it. The horse was shaky, but responsive. That was good. He was reliable.
"Trafalgar." she paused, name rolling off her tongue quieter than she'd initially wanted it to sound. She had to sound courageous. It was no time to falter.
"We have to go. We have to find out where that thing's gone, and what will happen next. Unless you want to stay at the tavern, and...and make sure everyone's okay. I appreciate your decision either way."

The moon caught on the red of her hair, and the red of the hair of the stallion she rode.
You'd almost think war was approaching.

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

Elric is no ordinary mortal man, my good sir!
The good doctor is a magician.

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

I go to an art gallery for ONE evening
1 (ONE) evening.
And this happens. <<
Great job guys, 14/10 would ask for adorable hyena gnolls again. >>
Also, thank you for saving Corinne's ass. << Really appreciate it.
And on that note, I'll be away for the weekend. So we can just settle Corinne in at the tavern because AIN'T NOBODY GOIN' HOME IN THAT SHITSTORM.
And hopefully I'll return to a "daytime" in the RP, after mad gnoll fighting, vampires, slaves and nobles, and blondes and weaselfolk being shipped, and a particular half elf who just might go and assassinate a certain Benjamin Smith...
Yay or nay?!
And GM and co-GMs, I've got a huuuuuuge favour to ask you!
Could you like, add perma-links to EVERY accepted character in the first OOC post, the Chara-roster?
Becomes difficult keeping track of appearances. >> Thank you in advance!

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

Looks brilliantly wrapped up! Good on you, Vec! :D
Now, to bed for real after sating a burning curiosity to see it all together. << Fare thee well!

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

You gotta be kidding me...