Skill Seeker
@Crimson Paladin@VitaVitaAR
Novak would deflect the blow fairly easily, similarly to how he had done before. The blade would cut into the wooden handle of the spear, and though it wouldn’t cut entirely through in one swing, it
did give Novak some sort of leverage over the weapon itself. He could have easily used this to his advantage if he was swift enough - but thankfully he didn’t have too.
Nobuanga’s arrow would strike true. The projectile pierced the mans flesh, just barely missing his heart and tearing into his lung. The hunter’s eyes widened, grimacing with pain as strength left his arms. It would be little matter for Novak to dispatch the man, now. Even if he didn’t he was likely going to die fairly soon regardless.
So the fight was over. Enli was safe, for now. That just left the matter of where the Kyrnith had gone off too.
“Ha...” There was a groan as Enli would get to his feet, clutching his side with a mild grimace. “You two, have my thanks.” He’d say. An arrow had embedded itself into his robes, but the older man seemed none the worse for wear, aside from being spooked by the fact he had come very close to death. “I had Bolcha sew some padded fur into my robes last night. I apologize for not telling you. I had gotten word that they may be trying something like this from another traveler.”
Would the pair go after the Elder Beast? Perhaps it’d be best to make sure there weren’t any more hunters laying in wait, or escort Enli back to the village. Enli would likely just have a rather nasty bruise from the impact, since the arrow didn’t manage to penetrate the skin.
@PKMNB0Y
Water was easy enough to find. Aside from being near the ocean, finding a freshwater stream was only a matter of asking around if she didn’t want to look for it herself. The deer wouldn’t move far from Lazhiras house as Misaki would go about her business, though it would look as though it would want to follow her into the village, getting restless whenever she was away for long, though it would make sure to as it was told.
The rest of the distillation process was well, easy enough in theory. Just two containers - one for purified water, and one impure with a flame to boil it underneath. Using more bamboo was easy enough, and it’d be a trifle to collect more if she had run out. So really, all she’d need was time.
“So...erm, what are you doing anyways?” Lazhira’s quiet voice would meet Misaki’s ears whenever she’d return to her house.
A Traveler
@PaulHaynek
The hooded young man within was quickly pulled away from the windows, while a few voices exchanged hushed words from within. Soon, they could hear walking. Careful footfalls against a wooden floor before they’d make their way to the door. There was a quiet pause, a brief flash of light as an invisible barrier over the door was deactivated.
It would creak open.
A man, with long blond hair and red eyes would greet them. He was dressed in a fairly obvious priestly manner. His robe carried some unknown insignia upon it, seemingly a flower of some sort? Or was it a skull? It was difficult to really tell. Perhaps it was supposed to be both. An amethyst necklace would hang from his neck.
“Inside. Quickly. We do not want to have the barrier down after nightfall.”
Seeing no reason to refuse, Elisette would follow him inside.
“Apologies for the cold reception, understandably we’ve had it a bit hard here.” Inside the church was a number of people all dressed in old rags, frayed clothing and some looked like they hadn’t had a proper bath or rest in a number of days. Dark bags under their eyes perhaps told of restless nights.
As they moved into the church, they would then, also notice, another figure who looked completely out of place. A woman in a maid uniform. At least, something resembling one. Seemed like whoever designed it took a few liberties with its design. A dark blue in color with white frills, and a large white bow holding it tied together at the back. Her hair was tied into twintails, long and flowing.
And a blindfold which covered her eyes that didn’t stop her head from slowly following the group as they’d enter the church. Was...was she specifically following Nicholas? Perhaps he’d recall his dream showed something about a maid dress...
“Viorel. Just a traveling scholar who happened to stumble upon this village in its hour of need. Cynthia over there is my traveling companion.” Viorel would frown, shaking his head. “I thank the apostles for coming this far. I doubt I can do much more than keep the barrier over the door up. The people here need food and a warm bed, but...well, we’re all out of those.” He’d sigh. “Unfortunately we can’t leave either. Those undead out there...whoever is commanding them is quite the character. They won’t follow into the city - they just stop people from leaving, and anyone from wandering in.”
“Woah woah, hold up, you’re telling me someone is commanding those undead?” Elisette would say with a perplexed expression.
“That’s right. The people say its a witch that lives in those nearby woods, but I’m just a scholar.
“So...we just gotta smash this witch and the undead will be gone, then, huh? Seems simple enough. Probably some underworld cult or something huh...Uh, what are you gonna do Nick? I don’t mind if you tag along but well, erm...”
The Roma Mob
@Pyromania99
Anything Leuca might have said regarding Octavia was indeed, drowned out by a look of incredulity, bemusement, and then surprise.
“P-Princess!? B-but you’re not even of any sort of royal blood! A-and why would they want a Sirithen…?” It seemed the smaller elf didn’t really understand why or how this was even being arranged. “T-that means you’d be...erm, related to me? Y-you’re not...oh I don’t understand this at all...you don’t even possess the Ancestral protections...”
Leuca would shake her head.
“E-erm...h-how did this happen, Augusta?”
@ERode
Dagger met sword. An excited grin on Sorcha’s visage as Isidore would push himself closer to her. Yet, as metal touched metal, Isidore would find
his dagger being yanked from his hand. The metal dagger seemingly had somehow managed to glue the dagger to her sword...or rather, magnetize it, it seemed. With a swift motion she’d twist the blade with enough force to nearly break his wrist if he did not release it. Her free hand would grab Isidore’s wrist, gripping hard enough to cause his ability to manifest in an attempt to defend himself from trauma.
He’d be pulled intimately close, her blade now pressed firmly against his neck. A trickle of blood before his ability would seal the wound. It had been an overall short, brief encounter. Her movements were far too fast, and she was much stronger physically than her slight frame would suggest.
“I believe this is your loss?” She’d say. For a moment Isidore might have noticed a small flash of confusion across her face before vanishing. “And since I won, you can treat me to dinner.”
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@Cu Chulainn
“Who can say.” Bolcha would respond with a shrug. “Trying to understand an Elder Beast would be like trying to talk to a rock.” The craftsman would say. “You can see what it does, how it behaves if carved, but you can’t really say how its made, can you? The Kyrnith is powerful - its the embodiment of the skies and Forest.” He’d shake his head. “And most...don’t think too much about it? The hunters likely worshipped him because he could teach how to hunt, make traps, learn about the forest. That sort of thing. I don’t get it myself, i’d much rather learn on my own. That’s why I’m the best craftsman in the village, ya see. Most, aside from Lazhira don’t really care too much.”
Nomura/Malphas could keep speaking with Bolcha as much as he’d wish, though it would not be long before he’d hear the clanking of some armor and blades as the face of Haruno would step inside the longhouse.
“Excuse me...Lady Mie asked me to come here to inquire about some sort of work?” The Oni would ask the two present. He could stick around if he wished and talk more.
Danyel
datadogie
The Red Seelie
rush99999
Xiro Zean
Cu Chulainn
Alfhedil
Ojiro Mashirao
Gerlando
Izurich
