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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 30, 2018 8:57:12 GMT -8
The dark:
The squealing faded; the beast was either dead or unconscious.
It was silent in the room, save for the mild whimpering from Jack, where he sat in the grate.
Perhaps it might be prudent to relight the torch.
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Post by relentless on Mar 30, 2018 9:20:13 GMT -8
Libourg whimpered beneath his barbute, his footwork failing him as he grasped the top of his head where his scalp would be, the shaft of the metal mace pressing against his right temple covered by steel.
"S-stop talking... stop making those damn noises..."
Libourg begged to no one in particular, before he let out a harsh growl, and stomped the mud with his boot. He sounded more ravenous and barbaric than stoic and knightly, and his body seemed to shiver and shake from Xuul's tampering, acting as a catalyst for his rage. The mans fingers quaked as he held his helm, his breathing tired yet savage. The tips of his fingers grated across the top his helm as if trying to grip at hair.
"BASTARD FUCKING PIGS!"
Libourg snapped at himself grossly and harshly, and as he said those words, he punched side of his head hard with his fist twice. His metal rung out, echoing and grating, with Libourgs ears ringing like the tolling of the abbeys bell. But, he did not retort with irritation or anguish. More so with anticipation, warm breathes passing through his grill as he held his mace down to his side, looking around in the darkness.
"I'l-i'll kill you all, you filthy cur..."
Libourg rasped through his helm toward the shadows, cackling afterwards with his teeth bared behind his helm, a grin of malevolent and hatred intent spread onto his face like the bubonic plague.
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Post by Unter on Mar 30, 2018 9:36:04 GMT -8
Iver was content with the final scream of the beast. This bloody... thing almost swallowed him whole for breakfast ! And what saved him, ooh he didn't want to think about this. He now knew humans could manipulate dark energies, and by the Gods did it make him uneasy. He could almost piss himself thinking about it, but he had more serious matters to attend to. The beast's foul mucus was oozing on his pants, and the stench was unbearable. But not nearly as unbearable as the complete realisation that the entire area was shrouded in bloody darkness : He nearly forgot about it, his dealings with the beast were... thought-clouding.
Panic flooded into him. His hands were shaking, but he still had the extinguished piece of chair that he tucked in his shirt
He considered taking a piece of his cloth from his own coat. His magnificent coat, what a waste. Why would he cut his when he knew Nasuada over there, she was talking loudly like a fool, had a very ugly coat a horrendous shade of brown. He was sure nobody, not even her, would miss this. He fumbled in the dark, near the direction of Nasuada's and Ibrahim foolish discussion. Probably some tentacle shit- no. He must not think about this. He must not think about this at all. All he needed to do was to approach and quickly cut something to kindle the fire with from this dangling cloth. He approached.
"Hello Nasuada !"
His knife flashed near her leg, and cut a neat half-circle on the fabric. In this darkness, he hoped Nasuada didn't notice, and wouldn't try anything violent. He picked up the cloth, and said, laughing.
"Goodbye Nasuada !"
Now, he could get to work. Bloody hell, why wouldn't his fucking hands stop shaking ? Bloody, bloody ashes ! He struggled far too greatly to tie Nasuada's rag around the wooden stick. At one point, he didn't even think it was possible. And Libourg's shouts -Why in the hell wouldn't the man just shut the fuck up ?- He was surrounded by Madmen and fools ! After he tied the piece of cloth around the now new torch, he had to light it. Another bloody gauntlet to go through. His flint and steel were only rudimentary, and the sparks of desperation -of Iver and the flint and steel- made outbursts in the darkness.
"Bloody hell, bloody hell, bloody hell, bloody hell, bloody hell bloody hell !" he muttered in a crescendo, when he finally lit the faen torch.
A blazing star was born, and his eyes hurt from the sudden burst of light. They would now see. At least, see what would kill them next.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Mar 30, 2018 10:07:33 GMT -8
/Sicherlein/
With a small grunt and tumble, the Tombraider hit the sodden stones of the cavern floor and popped onto her feet in a smooth easy motion, practiced after one too many falls due to shoddy climbing equipment.
Though, as she rose to her feet, it seemed the beast was all but slain; laid low by the uncoordinated and frankly barbaric swinging of her comrades, Knightly to Voodoo... It was enough to make her take a step back into the Dark, perhaps to steal away and vie for her own freedom from this stenched hell. In a flash, the prospect vanished as the Dwarf struck a light using an unfortunate comrade's attire.
Truly, she was surrounded by brutes.
The creature's quickness had her check her pockets frantically for a moment, patting herself down to check for any stolen goods, before she took a steadying breath against her beating heart and electric mind. Taking measured steps forward, she flicked the blood from her spatha and sheathed it with dignity and pride. Albeit, she kept her hands ready on it as Libourg's lunacy only heightened.
The two dark skinned magi were conspiring about something her ears couldn't focus on... Words as a whole jumbled together loudly, and she held face only by virtue of standing still and isolated from the group at the moment. The only semblence of irritation showing in her idle palming of her ear as Libourg shouted on. It was utterly predictable, she supposed, as she stared at the Knight through the sockets of her iron veil.
With a bit of a pompous huff, she spied her dagger, still embedded in the creature's neck. She shook her head, letting the gambeson padding around her hat flair for a moment as she tossed aside the snuffed torch in her hand while she approached Iver and held out her left hand, her fingers beckoning him forward expectantly as she took a knee and looked off to Jack.
"Could you come with me...", she began coolly, her head moving like a viper to look back at Iver,
"... Would you kindly? We've a boy who needs tending."
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Post by The Carrying Blade on Apr 2, 2018 8:48:00 GMT -8
Iver must’ve been an idiot if he thought Nasuada wouldn’t notice, though she wasn’t exactly angry she was definitely annoyed again, she had half the mind to smack him later if she had the chance. But he lit the room up, letting everyone see again even if for some they rather would’ve liked not to have to stare at blood, guts, and that horrid beast. Though her condition was improving slowly, her head much more bearable without mallets pounding the insides, she still felt rather drained, at least they found the boy and could leave.
“No, we would think the appearance leaves subtlety out the window, though we did try and make it so we would not have to yell. However, you should calm down the knight now that the lights are back on before anything else. His screaming and curses will get problematic with the child, and we do not need two screaming voices else we attract more if they realize the creature is down.” She spoke, moving her hair out of her face and behind her ears, it had gotten wild during the fight and she sought to fix that.
Why are you so nervous? It is just a boy, nothing more, or are you still having those accursed flashbacks? It means nothing but memories, we brought the bear to comfort him, so please stop fretting over the child and let us get out of here!
Tris didn’t know herself, for once in a long time having a disagreement with her permanent resident. She just felt a need to help this boy, no mother, no father, he would be cast to the orphanage, while maybe she could help him a little herself? Either way they first needed to get everyone out, so Nasuada made her way over to the grate, standing a bit off the side and a meter away so Sicherlien could get him out of there while being close enough to help herself if needed.
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Post by rumsztyk on Apr 6, 2018 9:57:13 GMT -8
He gave Nasuada a curious look, albeit very briefly. More pressing matters required his attention.
"You need not tell me what is obvious." He stated, leaving his mouth open for a second after the fact. But it was not the time nor the place for pettiness.
He acknowledged Sicherlein's efforts with a nod, but stayed out of it. If need be, he was ready to help.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 6, 2018 10:20:07 GMT -8
The Chamber:
As the light returned, the room seemed to have shifted.
The walls were closer together, pressing in, and all the tunnels that lead out from it had become solid rock, save for one. Where it lead was obscured by the dark.
Jack:
The boy had curled up into a tight ball, one arm clutching fast at his knees while the other hung, limp and vestigial, off his shoulder.
His bandage on the wounded shoulder had become thoroughly saturated, and it began to smell sour.
He flinched as the two women drew near, but did not flee. His hands still held a vice grip on the shard of glass, and he was shaking behind the grate.
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Post by Unter on Apr 6, 2018 11:32:43 GMT -8
Iver looked up to the german woman. In this messy fight, Iver didn't even notice there was a kid over there. Bloody hell, he knew some kids were kidnapped but he at least hoped they would find an adult. Kids can be nice, but not in a murder-cave filled to the brim with... with manswines ! This wasn't good. At least, an adult could take care of themselves. But now they had to baby sit a faen kid ! Bloody hell.
"Alright, let's take care of that kid. Let's hope the tin can won't snap his head in a bout of fury. I'll hate to lose those 500 coins."
He approached the Kid. Boy, it was ugly. He didn't know if the kid could do it. A nasty smell started to emanate from the kid's wound. Hell.
"Listen Sicherlein, I don't think the kid's going to do it. Maybe we should ease his pain. You know... I don't like seeing kids in pain"
He still had his knives in hands. It would be over in a matter of seconds.
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Post by relentless on Apr 7, 2018 13:35:57 GMT -8
Libourgs feverish ranting of blood, battle and mayhem was cut off as the bright sheen of light dazzled him. The contrast from pitch black to a fiery sheen seemed to dazzle the knight, since his eyesight was rather limited through the barbute. With a groan of somewhat normal displeasure, he held a free hand to the front of his helm and grumbled again.
"P-piss, my head..."
Libourg whined in discomfort, moving his hand to cradle the left side of his head where his temple was. His eyes fluttered, and looked toward the tunnel ahead filled with blackness, the sound of footsteps behind him made him turn crankily, like a rusty cog in a clock.
"I do not care about this place, nor the child. We leave this shithole, with bounty in hand or not. Now."
Libourg insisted with a displeasured smile, turning right back around and stomping toward the dark tunnel. Though he would stop, staying within lights reach so he didn't get snatched by whatever else may lurk in these dank caverns. For now he merely stood, sniffing the air with distaste, whilst he spared a glance back at the others before scoffing.
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Post by rumsztyk on Apr 7, 2018 15:42:12 GMT -8
"No!" Ibrahim objected sharply and abruptly - and for the split second his serene, stoic face was creased by a terrible frown, dark eyes boring into Libourg's skull. It faded, however, as quickly as it appeared. He understood why the knight was eager to leave.
"We shall not leave anyone behind." With that, he turned towards the boy. "You are going to live through this. The sanitarium doctors will take care of the arm. Come."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 7, 2018 16:04:26 GMT -8
/Sicherlein/
With a soft scoff, Sicherlein shook her head and waved her hand dismissively at the men of the group; looking to them with some disdain as she made her own way to the grate with the light offered by the Dwarf. His only redeeming quality it seemed, was being a good torch-bearer... For now.
"The only kid you should be worrying about..." She dropped her tone to a whisper with an accent sharper than the knife in the Dwarf's hand,
"... Is the metal ritter." She jerked her head at the man behind her with a scowl before she shook her head.
Sicherlein's visor flicked between Ibrahim and Nasuada, squinting at both though the visor made it impossible to tell.
"Tsk, anyways... if I wanted a doctor, I would have asked for one, Dwarf." She warned as she gave one last glance to the comrades around her before sighing defeatedly, Still she surmised a sweet smile and beckoned the boy forward.
"Come little Jack; it's me, Sicherlein? I told you to wait here, and so you have... and like I promised! I am back." She declared in a kindly lilt as she quickly motioned to her comrades,
"These are... Friends of mine. We're all here to get you home, to safety..." She assured, having knelt down infront of the grate to deliver her sweetly sermon.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 9, 2018 15:10:38 GMT -8
Jack:
What came to him next was a cacophony of conflicting voices. Some were sweet and comforting, some were loud and angry. But all of them wore strange garb that he knew no one good would wear-- there were people with shocks of white hair and red eyes and skulls in their hands. A man in a glint of armor seemed to be storming off, and the little man seemed to imply that he was dangerous.
However, all paled in comparison to the woman who reared closer, wearing a mask that made her look like a spider.
Cold fear gripped him and the company's words were lost on him. He didn't want to be taken by any more women in masks.
"N-no!"
His grip tightened on the glass shard in his hand and he scooted back until he was pressed up close to the wall of grime blocking the exit. The boy's breaths were quick, short and shallow, and what color that remained in his face had drained entirely.
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Post by relentless on Apr 9, 2018 15:19:21 GMT -8
Libourg rolled his eyes under his helm as the pleas snapped at his ears, turning halfway to stare at the grate and the people gathering round. Hopeless was this endevour, the child was already dead and dying in his eyes. And his cries would only attract further anguish.
"He's already gone, can't you tell a corpse apart from the living? Bah!"
Libourg waved them away dismissively, before he turned back around to face the shroud of darkness. He thought back to the etheral voice that called him on, eyes closed and breathing slow. Although the child was as good as dead, there was room for retribution in the void.
"Waste of time... the lot of em."
Libourg spat quietly, eyes opened to reveal a bloodshot yet steely gaze facing the darkness ahead. He alone could face the darkness. He alone could cut the throats of these pigs. He did not need no man, woman or child to assist him in his crusade!
With flanged mace gripped tight, and a harsh breath leaving his grill, the man stepped forth into the dark, hand trailing the wall as he walked on.
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Post by The Carrying Blade on Apr 9, 2018 16:00:16 GMT -8
Great, now the kid was panicking, too many people, too many weird bodies and odd faces, gotta give him room quickly.
“Midget, Sicherlien, Ibrahim, could you three give us and the child some room please? We don’t think he likes being threatened, or having this many scary people around him either. Quickly would be preferable, alright?....and please get the knight back here, one of you, do it.” Nasuada spoke, her tone filled with a stern finality to it. She clearly wasn’t going to take no for an answer and arguing would prove fruitless, something that would be obvious given her quick and curt mannerisms.
She moved to the grate and knelt in front of it so the child could have a clear view of her face, nothing hidden in shadow. She searched inside her small bag for the bear, finding it quickly as she stared back up to the child. God, he looked so much like....not now, focus, it’s not the time to reminisce, must be quick and gentle.
“Hello little one, your name is Jack right? Can I call you Jack? Jacky maybe? You can call me Nas, me and my comrades we’re sent to find a brave little boy in these dark, scary tunnels, and I think we found him. Don’t listen to the ones with harsh voices, we won’t hurt you at all, I promise, really. Your mother wanted me to find you and get you to safety, she gave me this and told me to give it to her favorite boy in the world, is it yours?” She spoke softly, finding a form of a motherly tone in her voice as she soothingly talked to the little boy. Letting the toy bear come out of her bag and into the light so that Jack could see it, clean and intact enough to still look cute and comforting. She pushed it past the bars, going as far as she could so that if Jack wanted to he could reach out and touch it if he really wanted to.
Despite her appearance, and voice, she really did seem genuine, she was trying her hardest to make Jack believe her, so she could get him to safety before Libourg fucked everything up. She specifically wanted to mention his mother, showing the bear, using them as bargaining chips to try and win his trust over. She just truly hoped the others would heed her and make themselves scarce enough to where this wouldn’t be for nought, words meaning nothing if they were still appearing as creepy monsters.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 10, 2018 14:27:50 GMT -8
/Sicherlein/
She watched the dark skinned negro presume to command her with increduility, though it was little more than judgemental black ports that watched her. Sicherlein's azure eyes burned into Nasuada's own for a moment before huffing, her mind wasn't right to be dealing with children anyhow.
"Don't presume to tell me what to do, Voodoo girl." She hissed quietly into Nasuada's ear as she rose and tapped Ibrahim's shoulder as she turned on her heal.
"I'll need your help with this one, if you could?" Sicherlein asked tiredly as she wrinkled her nose at the dark, squinting past the torchlight proved utterly hopeless, especially with her visor. So, with some regret, she fussed with the gambeson padding about her cap to free the plate before clasping it to the belt at her hip.
"Hello! Dear Ritter, where are you going?!" She called out sweetly to Libourg as she pushed her hair behind her ears and made to pluck up the torch she'd discarded before and made to tear off another piece of her coat's furled cloth for fuel as she tried to catch up with the Knight; making sure to stay out of reach of his swinging arm.
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