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Taggerung was last seen leaving the Palace Grounds into Mullen. He's still in Mullen
Louis dug into his food at an unmatched pace, not even slowing down to enjoy the taste of the meal. At Fitch's comment, Louis managed to choke out a simple retort, "Stuff it, Mister Fitch." The words were hard to make out through the delicious meat that Louis was currently ingesting, not even prying his eyes from his meal when he replied to Mister Fitch. Louis cocked a head over to their new friend, Arisu, for a moment, swallowing the food that remained in his mouth as he did so, "I don't know how the three of us could ever repay you, madam." Louis said, pausing momentarily from his feast, as if waiting on a way they could repay the woman
The door swung open to the Crossroads Inn, allowing two newcomers to enter the inn. A woman with white bandages wrapped across her eyes, and around the back of her head. She was a scrawny, short haired, blonde. She wore a black robe, with slight tears in the fabric, allowing the small glint of armor underneath. The next person to enter the inn was a pale and skinny man, with stringy black hair, also wearing a black robe, but this one in a better condition than the woman's. The man looked fairly bored, as he scanned the room, before walking towards a corner of the room. The woman with the man followed dutifully behind him, almost like a clockwork machine as he did so. The man took a seat, and kept up his scanning of the room. The woman stopped, and seemed to take a long pause before pulling out a chair, and sitting down, placing her hands on her lap as she did so. Neither of them ordered a drink, with their only activity being the man scanning the room.
"I'd have no idea, Princess. The thing acts as unpredictably as you'd expect from something so feral." Tyler replied, as he stood back up slowly, supporting himself by placing a hand on the table, "Aye. It has a name. Many call the thing 'Taggerung', but the Lording family has always called it by it's actual name," Tyler explained, making sure he was stable as he finished standing up from his seat, "Cain." The name seemed to carry some weight, despite it just being a short word, and it seemed that Tyler almost grimaced saying the word, "Maybe it's time we all head back to our quarters." Tyler said, now with a small reassuring smile, "Gareth, I need you to stay with Sophia tonight. I will resume my guard duties tomorrow, and relieve you of your post."
"I'd have no idea, Princess. The thing acts as unpredictably as you'd expect from something so feral." Tyler replied, as he stood back up slowly, supporting himself by placing a hand on the table, "Aye. It has a name. Many call the thing 'Taggerung', but the Lording family has always called it by it's actual name," Tyler explained, making sure he was stable as he finished standing up from his seat, "Cain." The name seemed to carry some weight, despite it just being a short word, and it seemed that Tyler almost grimaced saying the word, "Maybe it's time we all head back to our quarters." Tyler said, now with a small reassuring smile, "Gareth, I need you to stay with Sophia tonight. I will resume my guard duties tomorrow, and relieve you of your post."
It's blackcat's post, right?
Tyler watched with a slightly impressed look at Sophia and Gareth, admiring their determination to see the end of the same creature he wished to see the end of, "Killing that thing is going to be one hell of a mountain to climb. It has to be older than Keilaudrin itself, and yet it just keeps on killing." Tyler replied, as he shifted, gripping at his torso tightly, "And if it's going after you, Sophia, it won't stop." Tyler's face grew gravely serious, and his tone somber, "It will never stop." Tyler kept silent for a moment, before looking over to Gareth, "Gareth, thank you for keeping the Princess safe." He managed a small smile to the young squire.
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Tyler grimaced for a moment at Sophia's prying questions. He knew the answers to all of them, except why he wanted her. Tyler cleared his throat, prepared to tell everything he knew about the thing that had nearly killed him, and had killed Jezin:
"The Lording family is a family of hunters. We don't hunt with spears, we don't hunt with bows, we hunt with steel armor and a sword. We've been hunters hunting the same quarry our entire life. It was the reason I was invited to join the Order of the Thistle, as well, under a direct invitation by Sir Redwyne. You're from Lyok, so you've probably heard stories, or sometimes you over hear something in the royal court. People talk about creatures and monster, and you think to yourself “that isn't real. They're making it up, or they're mistaken, or they're crazy.” or something like that. You just can't believe it. As I said, The Lording family are hunters. My father told me about our quarry when I was a young boy. I never believed him. It took one fateful night for me to realize how real the quarry was. We were out 'hunting' one night. Back then, I was only 10. I came along to learn things with my father, and help out with the 'hunt'. I was still a dumb boy, and had no reason to believe that...that 'thing' was honestly true. I had even begun to think my father was crazy. Anyway, we were done making our rounds and heading home. We'd cut through the woods. That's when we came up on it. Blood, everywhere. Splattered on the trees, in the grass, in the creek, everywhere. For a moment, I swore I saw a glint in my father's eyes as he witnessed the scene in front of us. Something had killed city guards. Wolves didn't attack humans in this part of the forest, too much trouble. There were three, I think, three bodies. Just torn apart. You'd see a head here, a leg here, a torso there. Predators don't do that. They don't leave behind scraps. What had done this hadn't done it for food. It had done it for fun. I remember my dad telling me to go home, but I wasn't leaving him, and I damn sure wasn't walking through two miles of woods alone, with nothing but a canteen of water and a small knife. It took me a while, to convince him, but finally we began tracking whatever did that. It wasn't hard, either, we just followed the blood. Either that thing had killed another person before it got away, or it dragged someone for a mile. The most vivid thing I remember about my dad was how he had a maniacal glint in his eyes, and he kept muttering 'It's finally come time.' We started hearing noises. I heard things screaming. Heard stag, and fox, and rabbits and raccoons and birds, just scared. They were moving. I saw flocks of birds that night fly straight into trees just trying to get out of there. I should've put it together. That maybe whatever we were tracking, it wasn't something we were supposed to see, and it wasn't something we could kill. I don't know why we didn't just go home. I think that was my dads nature, to go toward the 'hunt', to fight. We finally get into a valley. It was a deep valley, with plenty of hills, but we could still make out the tracks in the soft dirt. And the blood. The tracks were shallow. Whatever it was couldn't have weighed more than one hundred pounds, but that didn't mean much. So we follow the tracks, and it doesn't take us long to find where it is. It laid in the middle of a creek that ran straight through the bottom of the valley. We get within fifty yards, and we hear this noise. A screeching kinda sound. It was sort of made up of two different sounds. One was a high pitched screech, another was a low pitched growl. It was making both, at the same time. My father looks at me, kneels down, and whispers that whatever happens, we had to kill whatever was in that creek bed. The plan is to sneak up on it while it was distracted, stab it from behind, and then keep stabbing it 'till it don't move anymore. We move up to the edge of the creek bed, and that's when I saw it. It was leaning over a carcass, tear off fingers from a person's hands, setting them aside in a neat pile with other bits of flesh it had acquired. It was pale white. Human looking, but not quite human. It had arms and legs like a human, but it was hunched over. And its skin wasn't normal, it was missing parts of flesh, and had rotted away bits of skin hanging from parts of it's body. The most visible thing about the thing was it's mouth. Even from behind it, I could see it's mouth. The mouth was unhinged, all the way down to the bottom of it's neck. Even in the pitch black, the hundreds of rows of teeth shined slightly. So we see this, and my dad pulls his second sword from it's sheath, causing a slight sound as he did so. I swear to every damn god in this world, all the noise just ceased. For two seconds, nothing, nothing, made any noise. Which made it all the louder when it turned around, and grinded it's teeth together, making the loudest screeching sound I'd ever heard. My father got a good slash in. I thought he had missed, because the thing didn't mind. But it was on him in a matter of seconds, taking huge chunks out of my father with it's rows of sword-like teeth. I stabbed and stabbed at the thing's back, drawing no blood with every stab. It didn't even register that I was there. It's biting into my dad. It starts on his torso, ripping off the skin, then it moves up. It tore off his throat, it tore off his nose, his eyes, it scalped him. Then it started digging in, ripped off the bottom half of his jaw, the little bones and that tube in your neck, then his ribs. I don't exactly remember what happened, but somehow, my dads sword ends up in this things shoulder, and my dad ends up on my back. I'm running, and by god I'm running faster than I'd ever run before or after. And its following me. I end up back in the woods, opposite the ones we been in. I'm heading' towards our neighbor's hut. I can hear this thing, screeching and moaning. I hear these tree branches crack and get thrown around. It sounds like someone's taking an ax to every single tree I pass, its cracking so loud and often, but I just ain't looking back. Finally, I trip into pig pen, and I look up and there's my friend and his own father, tending to the distressed pigs. I scream and I cry, and they come over. I'm telling them to call an ambulance, and he looks at me, and I'll never forget what he said. 'What is that on your back?' he asked me. Just as he said it, he saw. The Black Leviathan of House Lording marked onto a steel breastplate. It was what was left of my dad. Most of his head, his torso, but nothing after the waist. My friend and his dad pulled me inside, leaving what was left of my father in the pig's pen. Whatever had been following me had left me be, for now."
"Eventually, morning came and they took me back to my hut. My mother was waiting for me. That next night, as I laid motionless in my bed, with about three candles in the room with me, my mother told me the story of a thing called the Lording Curse. The Lording's had sworn to end this creature's life, and this seemingly endless hunt that had gone on for nearly 300 years always ended in the death of every male in the Lording family line, at some point. I swore from that day on, my father would be the last thing killed by this thing. That's what brought me here, to Keilaudrin. The thing was on the move, and following it's on business. That's what you saw tonight. Something that's not quite human, and not quite what it's physical appearance always makes itself out to be." Tyler finished, tears starting to welt up into his eyes, prompting him to wipe them away as he did so, "It's killed more people than an entire war could manage." He finally added.
"The Lording family is a family of hunters. We don't hunt with spears, we don't hunt with bows, we hunt with steel armor and a sword. We've been hunters hunting the same quarry our entire life. It was the reason I was invited to join the Order of the Thistle, as well, under a direct invitation by Sir Redwyne. You're from Lyok, so you've probably heard stories, or sometimes you over hear something in the royal court. People talk about creatures and monster, and you think to yourself “that isn't real. They're making it up, or they're mistaken, or they're crazy.” or something like that. You just can't believe it. As I said, The Lording family are hunters. My father told me about our quarry when I was a young boy. I never believed him. It took one fateful night for me to realize how real the quarry was. We were out 'hunting' one night. Back then, I was only 10. I came along to learn things with my father, and help out with the 'hunt'. I was still a dumb boy, and had no reason to believe that...that 'thing' was honestly true. I had even begun to think my father was crazy. Anyway, we were done making our rounds and heading home. We'd cut through the woods. That's when we came up on it. Blood, everywhere. Splattered on the trees, in the grass, in the creek, everywhere. For a moment, I swore I saw a glint in my father's eyes as he witnessed the scene in front of us. Something had killed city guards. Wolves didn't attack humans in this part of the forest, too much trouble. There were three, I think, three bodies. Just torn apart. You'd see a head here, a leg here, a torso there. Predators don't do that. They don't leave behind scraps. What had done this hadn't done it for food. It had done it for fun. I remember my dad telling me to go home, but I wasn't leaving him, and I damn sure wasn't walking through two miles of woods alone, with nothing but a canteen of water and a small knife. It took me a while, to convince him, but finally we began tracking whatever did that. It wasn't hard, either, we just followed the blood. Either that thing had killed another person before it got away, or it dragged someone for a mile. The most vivid thing I remember about my dad was how he had a maniacal glint in his eyes, and he kept muttering 'It's finally come time.' We started hearing noises. I heard things screaming. Heard stag, and fox, and rabbits and raccoons and birds, just scared. They were moving. I saw flocks of birds that night fly straight into trees just trying to get out of there. I should've put it together. That maybe whatever we were tracking, it wasn't something we were supposed to see, and it wasn't something we could kill. I don't know why we didn't just go home. I think that was my dads nature, to go toward the 'hunt', to fight. We finally get into a valley. It was a deep valley, with plenty of hills, but we could still make out the tracks in the soft dirt. And the blood. The tracks were shallow. Whatever it was couldn't have weighed more than one hundred pounds, but that didn't mean much. So we follow the tracks, and it doesn't take us long to find where it is. It laid in the middle of a creek that ran straight through the bottom of the valley. We get within fifty yards, and we hear this noise. A screeching kinda sound. It was sort of made up of two different sounds. One was a high pitched screech, another was a low pitched growl. It was making both, at the same time. My father looks at me, kneels down, and whispers that whatever happens, we had to kill whatever was in that creek bed. The plan is to sneak up on it while it was distracted, stab it from behind, and then keep stabbing it 'till it don't move anymore. We move up to the edge of the creek bed, and that's when I saw it. It was leaning over a carcass, tear off fingers from a person's hands, setting them aside in a neat pile with other bits of flesh it had acquired. It was pale white. Human looking, but not quite human. It had arms and legs like a human, but it was hunched over. And its skin wasn't normal, it was missing parts of flesh, and had rotted away bits of skin hanging from parts of it's body. The most visible thing about the thing was it's mouth. Even from behind it, I could see it's mouth. The mouth was unhinged, all the way down to the bottom of it's neck. Even in the pitch black, the hundreds of rows of teeth shined slightly. So we see this, and my dad pulls his second sword from it's sheath, causing a slight sound as he did so. I swear to every damn god in this world, all the noise just ceased. For two seconds, nothing, nothing, made any noise. Which made it all the louder when it turned around, and grinded it's teeth together, making the loudest screeching sound I'd ever heard. My father got a good slash in. I thought he had missed, because the thing didn't mind. But it was on him in a matter of seconds, taking huge chunks out of my father with it's rows of sword-like teeth. I stabbed and stabbed at the thing's back, drawing no blood with every stab. It didn't even register that I was there. It's biting into my dad. It starts on his torso, ripping off the skin, then it moves up. It tore off his throat, it tore off his nose, his eyes, it scalped him. Then it started digging in, ripped off the bottom half of his jaw, the little bones and that tube in your neck, then his ribs. I don't exactly remember what happened, but somehow, my dads sword ends up in this things shoulder, and my dad ends up on my back. I'm running, and by god I'm running faster than I'd ever run before or after. And its following me. I end up back in the woods, opposite the ones we been in. I'm heading' towards our neighbor's hut. I can hear this thing, screeching and moaning. I hear these tree branches crack and get thrown around. It sounds like someone's taking an ax to every single tree I pass, its cracking so loud and often, but I just ain't looking back. Finally, I trip into pig pen, and I look up and there's my friend and his own father, tending to the distressed pigs. I scream and I cry, and they come over. I'm telling them to call an ambulance, and he looks at me, and I'll never forget what he said. 'What is that on your back?' he asked me. Just as he said it, he saw. The Black Leviathan of House Lording marked onto a steel breastplate. It was what was left of my dad. Most of his head, his torso, but nothing after the waist. My friend and his dad pulled me inside, leaving what was left of my father in the pig's pen. Whatever had been following me had left me be, for now."
"Eventually, morning came and they took me back to my hut. My mother was waiting for me. That next night, as I laid motionless in my bed, with about three candles in the room with me, my mother told me the story of a thing called the Lording Curse. The Lording's had sworn to end this creature's life, and this seemingly endless hunt that had gone on for nearly 300 years always ended in the death of every male in the Lording family line, at some point. I swore from that day on, my father would be the last thing killed by this thing. That's what brought me here, to Keilaudrin. The thing was on the move, and following it's on business. That's what you saw tonight. Something that's not quite human, and not quite what it's physical appearance always makes itself out to be." Tyler finished, tears starting to welt up into his eyes, prompting him to wipe them away as he did so, "It's killed more people than an entire war could manage." He finally added.
Tyler smiled as he stumbled into a seat near Sophia and Gareth, still gripping his breastplate. It appeared the blood flow had stopped nearly completely, and the blood that was dripping appeared to now just be residue, "I came into contact with an old friend." Tyler replied, slightly smirked as he did so. It was apparent the man had lost some blood, and was hurt, but definitely appeared stable, for the moment. Tyler's eyes grew sad for a moment, as he turned to Sophia, "I know what he did to Jezin. I'm truly sorry for it." Tyler replied, as he shifted in his seat, "I caught the thing just as he was making his way out of the Palace grounds, but he got away from me once again." Tyler's excitement and joy at Gareth and Sophia's safety was now gone as he turned into a more somber person.
After a slamming of doors and quick running, a fully armored knight of the Order of the Thistle barged into Great Hall. The knight was instantly recognizable as Sir Tyler. Tyler seemed to be panting, as if he had just completed a long run, but that wasn't the most noticeable thing about him. Tyler's breastplate was ripped completely open, with blood still dripping from the crease that was ripped into his breastplate. Scratches donned his entire armor, and there were cuts on his chiseled face. Tyler glanced around the room, clutching at his breastplate as he walked forward. Tyler soon caught a glance of Sophia, the princess he was suppose to guard, and Gareth, which caused him to smile, "Thank the Gods." Tyler mumbled as he managed to stumble towards the pair. It was obvious the man was wounded, but it didn't seem to be fatal, not with the way he walked, and they way he still carried himself in a slightly upright position. Tyler caught a glance now of the Palace Guard, through his slightly blurred vision, causing him to slightly pick up pace, "Princess Sophia, I'm glad to see you alive." Tyler finally called out, strength still holding onto his voice.
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