Warrior in the Shadows

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Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Hugh seemed to just drift off as he looked up into the sky, as Sana was taking care of another hooligan. He seemed to smile at the sky as the faces of people he had lost floated across his vision. With how terrible he felt at the moment, he didn't feel like dying that day. He felt like everything would be okay, but then again, he was in a lot of pain.

He snapped out of his trance as Sana's face was suddenly in front of him, and all he seemed to think about was how beautiful she was. He had a rather stupid looking smile on his face as he watched her expressions, but the smile faded after seeing how worried she was. "I'm real sorry about... the mess." He gurgled the words out, feeling choked up. He watched as tears began to stream down her face and soon they started to stream down his. He didn't understand everything that was going on, but he knew that Sana was crying, and that was a rarity in itself.

"You shouldn't be crying." He said, the tears streaming down his own face as he tasted the salt of his own tears on his lips. His face showed his worry on it. "Every... thing... is gonna be... okaaaay." He slurred the last word, seeming to lean in different directions barely holding himself steady.

In Hugh's dazed state, he felt a warmth coming from his side, and things started to feel better all of a sudden. His vision cleared and his head started to feel better. He heard a voice say his name, telling him he would be okay. It was a mostly unfamiliar voice.

This was not the best thing he was feeling at the moment, though. What made him feel warm and fuzzy inside was having Sana rest her forehead to his and cup his face in her hands. He felt there tears and sweat mixing together as she spoke to him, and he seemed to joyfully laugh with her words.

"You would look beautiful in one of those stupid dresses." He said, his words seeming to flow out lazily, though choked from the tears of joy that she was there with him through all of it. He put his hands on her, letting them rest on her hips, and nodding to everything she said. Every time she said something, He would grin sheepishly and respond with a choked out "yes" followed by a slight joyful laugh. Not a laugh at something funny, but at something wonderful.

There were still lapses in Hugh's consciousness, as Sana suddenly disappeared before his eyes, leaving his hands limply hanging at his sides. A stupid grin was fixed on his face, tears were still running down his cheeks, and he would let out a joyful laugh every now and then as his eyes lifted up towards the sky, his head thrown back. He stared gleefully, knowing that it would all be okay soon enough. He would survive this. Both of them would survive and finally have that happy ending.

Before he knew it, Sana was back, before his eyes. His consciousness was still blurring in and out, but he was coming back to reality slowly, and his reality was that Sana was dragging a body out in front of him, holding it by the leg. Then she was there in front of him on her knees, now bloodied, and with a new feature. She had a wound on her arm. She was hurting and Hugh's expression went sullen.

"You're hurt." He said, his worry very plainly visible in his expression. "I'll try and," He swallowed, his own recovery from his wound still in progress, "help." He scooted on his knees closer to her, reaching his hands out to hold her arm. He took it up in his hands and started looking it up and down, not really realizing that a healer was right there beside him.

His attention was unfortunately diverted towards something behind Sana. He didn't think much of it, as he ran his hands along her forearm, feeling along it for any other wounds. Behind her there laid the man, whom appeared unconscious, but was regaining it slowly.

Hugh had nothing to bandage her arm except for his shirt, which he willfully removed to wrap around her arm. "This will help-" His attention was suddenly diverted towards the man behind her who had started moving and coming back into consciousness. Hugh thought quickly in a moment of adrenaline pumped action, picking himself up taking one of Sana's silver arrows from her back, and standing over her. He gently pushed her body to the ground, as he stepped over her towards the man, with the arrow in hand. He didn't want her to get hurt in this business, not again. Both of them had taken a beating from all of the fighting.

A scowl appeared on his face as he stared the man down. The man himself recovered and stood to face Hugh. Hugh took two quick steps forward, stumbling as he went at the man. He managed to catch himself, and with one violent and uncoordinated action, he stabbed the arrow into the man's sternum, pressing it up and twisting.

All Hugh could gather was that this man had suffered much and that he had made Sana suffer. Now he would no longer be a problem to Sana and Hugh. They could take it easy.

Hugh allowed the man to drop to the ground, the arrow still stuck in the man's chest. He returned to Sana, grabbing her by her hand that did not belong to a wounded forearm, and picking her up, setting her on her feet. Bringing her close and wrapping his arms around her, he said, "You forgot to mention the mini yous that I would play tea party with who would grow up to give me heart attacks every time they ran off with a boy. Yeah, they'll get their hearts broken a few times and they'll break a few too." He said, giving out a chuckle. "Yeah, let's have a happy ending." He stumbled a little, as the adrenaline wore off and he was beginning to realize just how much blood he had lost. Obviously, there was still more healing to be done, but now, this was all the healing he needed.

The Kin Bane - A Wild West Style Undead Hunting Campaign - Closed

Cyrus stood, clenching his fists at the thought that no matter how long ago the war was, it still felt like it raged on every day for him. Some days, even though he never had wore a proper uniform, he felt like the young confederate cavalryman from years ago, still fighting to free his state. They taught him how to put his uniform on, but he still just couldn't take it off.

His brooding was stammered only by the fact that he was faced with questions from the Sioux woman. They were odd questions, only in the fact that they were asked with such urgency. Cyrus stuttered for a moment, as he looked at her quizzically. Before he could answer, the sheriff entered the room again and started throwing around questions. These questions were met with even stranger answers.

“Fine, he was dead but now he is undead. He is walking around out there somewhere right now looking for someone to feed from to regain his strength and if I don’t find him and figure out what the hell kind of undead he is you are going to have a lot more bodies on your hands,”

This all warranted a rather shocked look from Cyrus, as he stared at her, not sure what to say. He had never heard of such a thing. It was like something from the book of revelations or from some old dark fairy tales or even some stories that the native Americans told. He never gave them any grain of truth, but now he was being faced with the idea that a man he had shot dead was up and walking again. There had to be a more logical explanation for all of this.

Cyrus was faced with the question once again, and he opened his mouth to answer. Before he could form words, a woman, whose presence he had not known of until now, spoke in a tone that could only give him a terrible attitude.

“I think it would be wise if you answered her.”

"HOW 'BOUT YOU FUCK OFF, YES?" Cyrus shouted without hesitation, as he had lost control of his anger and his words for a moment. He stared at her, a scowl on his face at being interrupted so rudely and even talked down to so rudely. He hadn't lost everything in his life to be faced with such blatant disrespect and anal behavior.

He breathed in and out slow, looking down at the ground, and closing his eyes. He looked back up again, the frustration still present in his voice and his eyes, as he answered this Sioux woman's questions.

"I am Cyrus Pendleton. I killed a man who went by the name of 'Westbrook'." He paused, thinking over how long ago he killed the man, "I would say I killed him less than an hour ago."

"I shot him with a colt single action," He pulled it from its holster, showing both sides of it while holding it in the air, finger off the trigger. "I put three bullets in him," He rotated the cylinder, really only doing this for affect. "The bullets are just lead. The gun is just made of iron." He tapped the edge of it. "That's all. Anything important about that? It has killed a lot of men. They all die the same way." He shrugged, leaving it at that, as his anger seemed to have subsided.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

It seemed to Hugh that everyone in this little town was intent on seating themselves at his table that he had reserved for himself and Sana. Of course, he wasn't one to be rude and deny people whom wished to join them, he was only surprised that more people kept coming in and all of them seating themselves at his table. Hugh felt a little like he was stressing out with all of the attention focused on his table, but he continued eating. He still persisted in wishing that he and Sana could enjoy a quiet meal together.

The thing that relieved him of his stressing was feeling a gentle rub from Sana on his shoulder. He looked at her with a small content smile on his face, before she took to answering a question from the character known as Melvus. Hugh went back to slowly eating his breakfast meal as he hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary that was occurring around him. Nothing was really grabbing his attention until Sana stood up and leaned in close to him, speaking softly into his ear, and resting her hand on his shoulder.

Hugh felt a little tingle in his and the side of his face where he felt her breath softly fall against his cheek. His head seemed to swim and he felt dizzy after feeling Sana kiss his cheek. The moment didn't last too long, but long enough, as she parted ways with him. It was enjoyable to feel, but he quickly realized that he didn't quite remember what she had said. He remembered little tidbits of information, such as how she was going to the horses, that he had to get their things from their room as that was what she asked him, and that he would finish eating first. He only felt that he had not gathered tidbits of information.

Hugh sighed, watching her leave. He pushed her chair back into the table after she left and continued eating, letting the awkward silence take over, as he hadn't anything to say to anyone there. He didn't have the information for the quest, so all he knew was what to get ready for. All of the ingredients were unfamiliar to him, but from what they were saying, apparently they needed to kill a dragon, and that might require some special equipment.

The silence at the table seemed to last forever, until Hugh noticed a man whom had been formerly seated at the corner exit. He hadn't much to assume from it, as he had not noticed the man until he had exited, but that event was followed by the distinct sound of his name being called out loudly. He looked towards the door with a look of worry on his face as he stood up, fork and coffee cup still in hand. The others seemed to start heading out as well, one after the other. Hugh found himself stepping outside into mayhem, with the group, as a regular street brawl broke out all around him.

His attention was elsewhere, though. The moment he had stepped out, he saw Sana standing across the street near the general store, being held by a strange looking man. He was a good sized man, but he wasn't bigger than Hugh, and he appeared to be holding her against her will. "No" Came his simple reply as he started walking slowly towards them.

Hugh glared and growled, a habit that he had thought was abolished long ago, but it rose up every now and then, sounding like a dog being disturbed from slumber. He then broke from his slow angry walk into a charge across the street, roaring as he went. He had no weapons on him, save a fork and a cup of coffee. The cup was splashing everywhere, as some of its contents ended up on the gravel street and his own clothes.

Hugh kept his sprint up, and came skidding to a stop, as he sent his cup hurling squarely into the man's face. All that was before his eyes right now was a threat to Sana, and he was determined to eliminate that threat. The cup alone hadn't taken the man's hands off of her, but Hugh fixed that. He tucked his fork into his belt, spread his own hands apart, and brought them together in a clap on the man's ears. This sent him reeling back, holding onto his ears, as they were no doubt hurting and possibly ringing.

The man seemed to crumple as he started going back into the shadows of the stable. Hugh looked towards Sana, now, with concern in his eyes, as he had deemed the character no longer a threat. "Are you alright? I was so worr-" His words were halted by the feeling of a knife stabbing into his side. Hugh turned with a scowl on his face, and grabbed the man's hand, it belonging to the same man he had just beat up with a cup and a clap to the ears. He twisted the man's hand until he dropped his grip on the knife. He began to crush the man's hand with one of his own hands, as he pulled out the fork from his belt with the other.

Hugh looked the man in the eyes, turning slowly to face him, the scowl still on his face. He brought the fork up to the man's throat. Quickly releasing the man's hand from his iron grip, he placed his grip on the back of his head and started pushing the fork into the man's throat. It was a slow and painful process for the man on the receiving end, but it finally went through, blood starting to slowly ooze out. The man fell to the ground, gargling on his blood, and clutching at his throat, the fork still stuck in it, as he slowly expired.

"Sonofabitch." Hugh muttered, falling to his knees, and clutching his side. "Mmmmmmmmm, pain never gets dull. FUCK." He cried out, wincing as he held onto it. Hugh's flanks were pretty sensitive to pain, especially the stabbing kind of pain. "I'm sorry it had to be like this, Sana. I thought this would end happily." He had a rather pain induced smile on his face, as he talked to her. His eyes seemed to begin to water from the pain, as he held onto his bloody side. "Healer." He said, in a kind of a squeak.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Hugh smells like tobacco, horse, his own sweat, metal(from wearing chain mail armor), and grass.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Hugh sat down, as Sana rested her hand on his waist, and spoke. He nodded to her comment, a little bit of a smile crossing his face as he noticed the humor she had taken, though not aware of what at. Sometimes Hugh would notice her laughing or smiling randomly at something he did or said. Her smile was addicting to him and it seemed like he didn't even have to try to make him smile, which was something that he liked. Of course, she didn't have to try to make him smile, either. Every day he would wake up with her there in his arms and as long as that was the case, he was content.

Hugh was staring at Sana for a moment, after she had spoken. His thoughts seemed to be filled with bliss as he looked on her face. The moment was only interrupted by the sound of someone slamming themselves down into a seat at their table. One of Hugh's eyes squinted as he turned his head to see this new arrival whom was in the process of stroking his ego. "Riiiiiiight." Came Hugh's reply to Tobias, with a special emphasis on the sound of the T.

Hugh couldn't help but smile at Sana's mischievousness, as she inquired on whether or not he could outrun her arrow. He snickered and said, "Or my AX!" The last word seemed to come out a lot louder and with more enthusiasm than he had originally intended, and left him scratching his chin at how it had happened. Hugh finally laid his tobacco pipe down next to his plate and started eating a little food, vigorously maneuvering his fork from the plate to his mouth with its cargo.

He was in this process for awhile, not paying that much attention to the rest of the group, until he felt his free hand gently squeezed by Sana. Her hands were so soft and it caused a tingling sensation where she touched, with a little tingling sensation going up his spine. His attention was then diverted towards the little goblin that had appeared. Hugh gave a great big cheerful smile at the little goblin's appearance, happy to see someone he had liked appearing with their new group. Hugh was in no disagreement with paying for the little one's meal and he showed it by nodding towards Sana and the barmaid enthusiastically.

Of course, this was also interrupted by the sudden appearance of a nun. Hugh assumed she was the quest giver, but he hadn't met her yet. She seemed eager to give them a host of vials and bottles, leaving them next to their area. "Good luck, indeed." He muttered, as the nun exited and he surveyed all the bottles and vials they would have to fill.

One thing Hugh was rather intent upon was enjoying another peaceful night with Sana, as there would no doubt be no time and they would constantly be surrounded by other people. Soon they would embark on a strenuous and stressful adventure. Of course, it might have its high moments.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

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Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Hugh's ecstatic waving was suddenly interrupted by this character wearing a cloak whom introduced himself as "Zack" and a whole slew of other things that went in one ear and out the other, except for the last one; wizard. "Oh, uh, I'm-" The wizard quickly handed Hugh a list of items, thoroughly perplexing him. "Okay, yeah, I guess they are rare." Hugh looked over the list, not really sure what many of the items were, or whether or not they were rare. He could only agree with the man currently speaking.

Hugh's confusion was relieved when Sana finally came over and stood up on tip toes to kiss him. What she hadn't seemed to realize was that Hugh had shortened himself while she was setting the vials down, so as to receive a kiss. It was kind of a habit he usually did without noticing. Normally she would drape her arms around him, or he would lean down and kiss her. He decided not to wrap her arms around her and show a lot of affection since they appeared to have company and that might be a little putting off for the newcomer whom identified as Zack.

"I did miss you. So very much." He said with a loving smile. He seated himself as she did, and listened intently to what she had to say. She directed his attention too and fro, looking from person to person, identifying them as members of their latest group. She caught his attention more with the words “And even one from the Oasis”. An eyebrow arched upwards, as he looked towards her, not really sure what to expect. There were people he liked and people he hadn't liked. His mind raced through different faces of who it might have been. His face went back to normal, and he finally said "So who might it be then?"

He suddenly held up a hand, "Hold on." He stood up, "You haven't eaten anything or had anything to drink!" He suddenly said, looking towards Zack. He looked around, to different areas of the room till he spotted the exact person he was looking for. "Barmaid!" Came his summons to a rather young looking female working at the inn. He waved in the friendliest and most frantic looking way he could muster. Little did he realize at that moment he was so much of a tower of a man, that he didn't need to try so hard to get the young lady's attention.

Of course, his actions were a little put off when another wizard introduced himself by the name of Melvus Garth. "Alright, take a-" His words were cut off by the man taking a seat, "... yeah." He directed his attention back to the barmaid, hoping his summons worked.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Hugh heard the slight sound of cloth crumpling to the floor, he turned his head to see a far less than clothed Sana shaking her hips. He stopped and leaned against the door with his body half way turned towards her, giving a contented sigh as he watched her get dressed. He had a rather stupid smile on his face, as his mind seemed to run wild with thoughts of her in his arms and the two of them enjoying something good together.

With the little kiss on his cheek, he felt a little bit like a child. He stood away from the door as she headed downstairs, letting him know of her intentions before heading out. "Alright, I'll be downstairs, then, when you get back." He said, as she darted off out the door. He ran his fingers through his hair and stepped out, his pipe and tobacco in his hand. There was likely to be a bit of fire downstairs he could use to light his pipe, so he didn't need the old friction bow and dowel.

He walked down the stairs, heading into the main area of the Inn. His arrival at the main counter was greeted by host of the Inn, who invited him to be seated. This was followed by Hugh obliging the host and asking for whatever they were serving for breakfast that day, and for them to bring out two plates of it. "And two cups of coffee!" He finished, gruffly.

Looking around for a quick moment, he picked out a table situated between a wooden pillar and a window facing the street. "Take it over there!" He said, pointing to the table. The host nodded and Hugh made his exit from the counter towards the hearth. He took out at leaf of tobacco, rolled it up, and brought it close to the coals that laid at the edge of the hearth. He only needed a few seconds before it lit up and he jammed it into his pipe, stuffing another leaf in after it.

This process was then followed by him puffing on it till it gave rise to solid plumes of smoke, making the room get a little more hazy then it had been before. He began inhaling and exhaling it slowly and subtly, so as not to start choking on it. After it was satisfactorily going, he headed over to the table he had chosen out earlier, and took a seat.

Hugh simply rocked back in his chair, and put his feet on the chair adjacent to him, enjoying the tobacco he had. It was especially nice, since there were so few customers around at the Inn this time of day. He could enjoy the peace and silence of an empty shop. It was interrupted by the sound of the doors opening and closing, capturing Hugh's attention. One of his eyebrows went up and the other eye squinted as he looked over towards the door to see who had entered.

He was relieved to see that it was Sana and his face seemed to brighten up, especially with the new presence of a smile on it. He stood and raised a hand, waving over to her. He looked something like a big kid as he waved at her excitedly. "Over here!" He called out.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

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