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Post by Vanitypirate on Feb 7, 2018 21:50:42 GMT -8
Florence:
Florence kept up pace, at least somewhat, laggardly trailing after him in her heavy boots.
Mercifully, she was rather well-insulated against the oppressive stench and filth of the Warrens; that was enough to excuse her slow pace.
"I only have seventy gold." Her shoulders slumped, if only by a hair. Her drawn scalpel in her hand was loose at her side.
"...I may purchase you a loaf of bread when we return. You have helped me greatly."
Tunnel:
It began to widen, gradually, though even the small square inch of extra space would be much appreciated.
The floral scent, as gradual as the tunnel widened, began to taste of the stench of barn-filth, intermixed with the floral scent in a nauseating mixture.
Celeste:
The moist substances over her began to shift. If the nurse listened carefully, she would hear the heavy beat of many hooves approve, before stopping.
A puff of air buffeted her face as a snout began to rifle through the debris, which had begun to get slurped up by the beast in the dark.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Feb 9, 2018 11:40:40 GMT -8
/Arnulf/
"Neh... S'alright, I'll take it up with the bounty..." He muttered to himself as he sighed and rolled his shoulders, an audible and soft pop echoed through the tunnel as he grunted and let his shoulders relax with the widened hall. The cramped interior was starting to get the better of him, and he felt nausea start to fill his stomach.
He shut his eyes for a moment, and opened them with some steeled resolve, though with a bit more haste.
"... Right, comeon; we gotta pick up the pace... This much blood in the air don't bode well for your lil' tart." He gruffed and set off at a brisker pace down the straightward hall...
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Post by black379 on Feb 20, 2018 19:19:00 GMT -8
Hook Room:
Adeney scowled through tinted lenses at the squire. His own wrist was bandaged over a nasty gash. The persistence of a dull pain caused a slight tremor in the light, sparkling orange flares across the hooks above them. His lantern had dimmed, but he would have rather been in the dark - eyes adjusted to quietly and patiently survey the tunnel.
"Only my lantern." He answered, straining to raise it higher still to level with his shoulder. "Shall I feed it more oil?" One couldn't easily decipher whether he was perturbed or just speaking in his usual stern tone.
He idly observed the snares that seemed to reach for them from the ceiling, just short of actually catching them.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Feb 24, 2018 2:09:59 GMT -8
Florence:
She shrugged her shoulders in their typical, stiff motion. Her scalpel was held casually and easily at her side as if it were any butter knife.
"Perhaps it is not her blood...?" Florence suggested, eyes squinted thoughtfully behind their lenses.
She reconsidered.
"Can you identify individual scents, such as this blood?" She was almost excited.
Pile Room:
The adjacent room was entirely built out of stone tiles and slabs, and braced by columns and, as the torch came closer, obscene piles of corpses-- thankfully more of a porcine nature than any human, though there was a troubling resemblance.
Brown-stained hoofprints in the gore-patterned ground trailed off and out of the circle of light the torch offered, though Arnulf would detect a strong scent of raw pork mixed with that of flowers just some four meters ahead.
Wet noises of meat hitting stone could be heard by Arnulf's keen ears. Florence was quite significantly less keen.
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Alphonse:
"S-si..." His mouth was pressed together determinedly in a hard line, both wishing for more light to see clearly, yet feeling that he had seen, on the contrary, far too much already.
This place was evil. He was careful not to let his eyes linger too long on the lumpen shapes that dangled off of the hooks.
"Or... no-- no. It would be better to save it, woul--" He thought aloud, shifting on his heels to turn around-- just in time to get bowled over by an alien beast: a cross between man and pig. Its four limbs, objects of its locomotion, were larger than the rest of its body, which was about the size of a large dog,
"MIERDA!"
It tore its fangs into Alphonse, who managed to brace it against his one arm to avoid damage to anything more important. Such a move, however, inhibited any action of the sword he could have taken against his assailant.
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Post by black379 on Feb 26, 2018 14:16:38 GMT -8
Adeney watched Alphonse with an unimpressed glare. Concealed as it were beneath his mask, he still imagined that Alphonse could realize his vexation. Working with others was not his custom, and to make matters worse, the woman doctor apparently was taking her sweet time to return with extra supplies.
When the squire was suddenly toppled over by the pigbeast, Adeney jumped in alarm. He barely kept from dropping the lantern, and hurriedly drew his dagger in the other hand. Rushing over in a panic, he quickly assessed the commotion and brought down the blade to stab the beast in the back.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 5, 2018 8:28:06 GMT -8
Beast:
A sickening, but oddly satisfying pop was heard as Adeney drew the dagger into the creature's back, evidently sliding past some muscle or the other that Adeney could likely name if asked, and causing a abcess deep inside to burst.
The off-white liquid oozed out from the cut.
It screeched and unlatched from Alphonse's last arm.
Alphonse:
With a horrified groan, Adeney drove his knee into the belly of the creature to drive it off.
Fresh, red blood trailed off from the beast's jaws, and there were weeping puncture wounds where its teeth once were.
He sucked in a breath and, grabbing for his sword, made to rise.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 5, 2018 9:51:18 GMT -8
Ariana:
It was dark. She would have no idea where she was and no glimmer of light to catch her eye. It was like a limbo she would have to navigate by touch, scent, and sound.
Her breastplate would have a puncture through the shoulder, where blood leaked out of. She was hung up, though with sheer force and desperation she manages to free herself and reunite with Verona and her ammunition.
There was a waning squeal just a meter or two in front of her. It seemed that her crossbow bolt struck this unseen beast in a fatal manner. It was dying.
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Post by porkylabrador on Mar 5, 2018 10:42:59 GMT -8
- Ariana -
She'd lost track of how long she'd been down here, seemingly not long enough to grow accustomed to the smell. This wasn't the heroics she'd hoped for. Her only solace it would seem was that she'd made something she didn't like very much very unhappy. Still, all that afforded her was a grimace of satisfaction.
She was low on ammunition and weak and more than happy to let the beast gurgle itself into a permanent sleep, indeed it was probably the quietest way of dispatching it that required by the least amount of movement. "Go to sleep you literal pig-fucker." She hissed near-silently.
With her good arm she traced the wall, there had to be something didn't there? An old sconce, something to burn on the floor even.
One foot in front of the other, that's all girl, you'll be out of here in no time. She failed to reassure herself. Saint Fran's Fuckstick, I must be fucked up... I'd sooner take some water over a decent rum right now.
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Post by black379 on Mar 5, 2018 13:18:30 GMT -8
The swine reeled back under his strike, but Adeney kept the dagger dug into it's back. He twisted it into the pus-oozing wound to further eviscerate the pig beast.
By no means was the doctor strong or large, but he made an effort to drive the beast to the ground.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 5, 2018 20:35:45 GMT -8
Beast:
It howled in pain as the knife was twisted, its legs buckling.
The creature snapped its filthy teeth at Adeney, twisting its neck, to no avail due to its invaded abscess.
Alphonse:
He breathed hard, in through the nose and out through the mouth.
Bringing down his sword upon the creature's neck, he closed his eyes and thought of home to steady his shaking hand.
The sword cleanly carved through the beast's neck, and it went limp again.
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Post by black379 on Mar 5, 2018 20:54:28 GMT -8
Adeney reeled away and almost toppled to his backside for the action's ease, as the beast dropped limp under him. A thick spray of blood from Alphonse's strike caught the doctor fully. He huffed, standing upright a few feet further back and raised the lantern between himself and the knight-to-be.
His garb was already a deep red, but the pig's essence was now sprayed over half of his ivory mask. Through the clean lens, he assessed the man before him. "That needs cleaned. Quickly."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 5, 2018 22:41:08 GMT -8
Alphonse:
That beast was unnatural, and it shook him to the core.
He wished to mutter a prayer of some sort, any kind-- but he couldn't make his voice follow through.
His mouth pressed into a hard line as he watched the crowly-doctor size him up like carrion. He held out his arm silently.
Hook Room:
Beyond, dimly illuminated by the lantern, a silhouette dangling from the hook shivered, curling at the ends where the legs were. A moan carried out through the hall.
Ariana:
Touching the wall was immediately regrettable. It was caked in some oily substance that smelled grotesquely fecal (and, perhaps, still flammable if Ariana could tolerate the stench), though her fingers did slide across smooth, circular bits of metal: coins, unmistakably.
The wall veered off to the side; the hall she was in was growing larger. She could almost see a faint light at the very end of it, though it was either very small, or a considerable distance away.
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Post by black379 on Mar 5, 2018 23:09:59 GMT -8
A step closer, and he took a quick look at Alphonse’s arm. Bites always looked worse than they were, but any injury in the Warrens’ filth-ridden halls could be death.
Adeney wiped the blood-coated lens of his mask with the back of his glove and took another step still. Over the squire’s shoulder, he noticed the figure. At first glance, the silhouette hardly looked like anything.
It was a startling enough realization - that the dangling shape must have been a person - that the doctor moved past Alphonse, all but ignoring his wounds to investigate.
He stomped across the slushy ground toward the hook’s puppet, wondering if it might be Celeste.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Mar 6, 2018 8:53:27 GMT -8
Woman:
She was alive. Her slate-gray eyes were wide with fear and set upon a blooshot backdrop. Her hair, as dark as ink and crow's feathers, hung down her back.
Troublingly, she was speared by the shoulder onto the hook. Her bare legs had scores of weeping bitemarks down by the ankles and toes, and dangled just a few inches above Adeney's head.
Her eyes found Adeney's, and her mouth opened and closed in recognition, but she failed to produce any sound more distinct than a hoarse cry.
Alphonse:
With a sigh, he examined his arm briefly, flexing the hand; nothing important seemed to have been damaged, but the thought of where that creature's jaws could have been made him shudder.
What made him shiver, instead, was the woman hanging from the hook. This place was absolutely hellish.
The wound smelled like it was actively purifying before his eyes.
"Estrellas arriba... How could this happen?"
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Post by porkylabrador on Mar 6, 2018 9:39:12 GMT -8
Oh for... The Arbalest uttered a silent curse in her father's tongue as she pulled her hand away from what she ascertained a to be a very shit-covered wall. You throw enough at it, it's bound to stick. She paused for a second and took a breath, regretting the sewery inhale immediately but nonetheless catching some air despite the growing stitch in her side.
She bit her lower lip and waited for her eyes to continue barely adjusting. A pinprick of light that might be safety or the chance of making this venture lucrative? The sensible side of her told her to pursue the former and take her beaten arse towards greener pastures... that being said, it was being increasingly drowned out by a very large voice in her head telling her to fill her boots. Fuck common sense and fuck the fucker whose idea it was to come here anyway. She scowled at an imaginary reflection of her face and spent another second wondering what she must look like.
Double checking (as best she could) and taking note of where the light was, the Arbalest opened her very empty bag of supplies and began to grab at fistfuls of stinking gold.
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