Sir Lurksalot
swordandpens
CitrusArms
Xaltwind
Lunamaria Hawke
Megatron
Crimson Flame
Andre Valias
Snowdrops
datadogie
Location
Havershel Estate
@Click This@AzureKnight
Polina’s swords found themselves embedded in the soft, almost gelatinous feeling insides of the salamander-esque creatures. Searing hot liquid spilled from the wounds, but otherwise none of them immediately went down. Thankfully most of the horde ignored Polina, going for easier targets - the nobles. Only two would immediately stand in her way, but they were certainly not as fast as she was and could easily out maneuver them to continue the chase.
One attempted to vomit up a ball of lava, lobbing it towards her while the second attempted to stab her with its weapon.
Lucrecia’s own endeavors would find themselves…completely ineffective. The daggers flew towards Havershels ankles and harmlessly…bounced? Off. There was the clanging of metal on metal as though they had been deflected but it would have been difficult to do such a thing, ignoring the fact he hadn’t even drawn his blade.
He’d continue down the hallway, ignoring the shouting maids.
Strangely, there didn’t seem to be any servants present in the halls any more.
Polina and Lucrecia could hear a door being slammed open from the direction he had gone.
“I take you whelps in and this is what I get?!” His voice wasn’t far behind. To say he sounded angry, was an understatement. Once Lucrecia and Polina caught up, they’d find Lord Havershel standing over a maid that seemingly had her arm broken and a painful looking bruise on her face. She was begging for mercy.
Taking a quick look around the room. Two other servants' bodies were on the floor, bloody and eviscerated. The bed looked as though it had been recently laid in.
“Where is that thing pretending to be my wife, you pathetic creature!?”
”Bzzt- Seems things are getting interesting, Lucrecia. Don’t forget our deal. Bring that idol to me. Might be best to lose Polina in the chaos.”
@VitaVitaAR@Pyromania99
“That definitely looks - and smells - like blood.” Lyssa responded, as though identifying the smell of blood was definitely a normal thing. Lady Havershel’s voice could be heard once the maids got close enough hiding just beyond the door.
“Mom! What are you doing up! Dad said you were sick.”
“Oh, yes I was but I am certainly feeling much better now.” The young boy wrapped his arms around his mothers legs.
“....Lady…Havershel we need to continue. The Idol is just a little further.”
“Bzzt-Come in infiltration team, come in infiltration team. This is Viatrix. Lady Fiore has reported demons in the exhibition hall. Civilian casualties are confirmed. We need to hurry and find the idol. I’ve got eyes on you from the Clemantis and my rifle is ready to assist.”
“Hm…first, I think…we need to get rid of our guests.” The door that the pair had disappeared behind opened as Lady Havershel stepped out again, her son wrapped in her arms and lifted. The maid was standing meekly behind them.
“Ah, yeah they wanted to play with me but then we saw you.”
“...Kat? Eliz?” Lyssa frowned, quietly speaking. “...I think she's possessed.”
“Goodness, is that so? Well, aren't you lucky to have some friendly maids with you.” Lady Havershel seemed...fine. But Eliz would be able to easily confirm what Lyssa had said. With just a glance.
Havershel Estate
@Click This@AzureKnight
Polina’s swords found themselves embedded in the soft, almost gelatinous feeling insides of the salamander-esque creatures. Searing hot liquid spilled from the wounds, but otherwise none of them immediately went down. Thankfully most of the horde ignored Polina, going for easier targets - the nobles. Only two would immediately stand in her way, but they were certainly not as fast as she was and could easily out maneuver them to continue the chase.
One attempted to vomit up a ball of lava, lobbing it towards her while the second attempted to stab her with its weapon.
Lucrecia’s own endeavors would find themselves…completely ineffective. The daggers flew towards Havershels ankles and harmlessly…bounced? Off. There was the clanging of metal on metal as though they had been deflected but it would have been difficult to do such a thing, ignoring the fact he hadn’t even drawn his blade.
He’d continue down the hallway, ignoring the shouting maids.
Strangely, there didn’t seem to be any servants present in the halls any more.
Polina and Lucrecia could hear a door being slammed open from the direction he had gone.
“I take you whelps in and this is what I get?!” His voice wasn’t far behind. To say he sounded angry, was an understatement. Once Lucrecia and Polina caught up, they’d find Lord Havershel standing over a maid that seemingly had her arm broken and a painful looking bruise on her face. She was begging for mercy.
Taking a quick look around the room. Two other servants' bodies were on the floor, bloody and eviscerated. The bed looked as though it had been recently laid in.
“Where is that thing pretending to be my wife, you pathetic creature!?”
”Bzzt- Seems things are getting interesting, Lucrecia. Don’t forget our deal. Bring that idol to me. Might be best to lose Polina in the chaos.”
@VitaVitaAR@Pyromania99
“That definitely looks - and smells - like blood.” Lyssa responded, as though identifying the smell of blood was definitely a normal thing. Lady Havershel’s voice could be heard once the maids got close enough hiding just beyond the door.
“Mom! What are you doing up! Dad said you were sick.”
“Oh, yes I was but I am certainly feeling much better now.” The young boy wrapped his arms around his mothers legs.
“....Lady…Havershel we need to continue. The Idol is just a little further.”
“Bzzt-Come in infiltration team, come in infiltration team. This is Viatrix. Lady Fiore has reported demons in the exhibition hall. Civilian casualties are confirmed. We need to hurry and find the idol. I’ve got eyes on you from the Clemantis and my rifle is ready to assist.”
“Hm…first, I think…we need to get rid of our guests.” The door that the pair had disappeared behind opened as Lady Havershel stepped out again, her son wrapped in her arms and lifted. The maid was standing meekly behind them.
“Ah, yeah they wanted to play with me but then we saw you.”
“...Kat? Eliz?” Lyssa frowned, quietly speaking. “...I think she's possessed.”
“Goodness, is that so? Well, aren't you lucky to have some friendly maids with you.” Lady Havershel seemed...fine. But Eliz would be able to easily confirm what Lyssa had said. With just a glance.