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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 23, 2017 14:36:03 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Yeah, y'know..." He began, picking up their conversation in a hushed manner, as he started snooping about the room. The chill in the air, afforded by the smokey chimney from afar, was starting to raise goosebumps on his skin.
He held his spear tighter, and occasionally glanced to Courcy as they began investigating the building room by room.
"... Bake bread, cakes... Cook steak, season it with spices like cinnamon, peppers..." He muttered on, haphazardly...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 23, 2017 20:26:48 GMT -8
The Kitchen:
The front door opened up to a kitchen, which appeared to be the lone room in the shack, save for a small broomcloset stuffed in the corner.
There was a small table in the center of the room with two chairs on opposite sides. Set squarely in the middle of the table was a single rose, set on its side. A yellow ribbon was tied into a bow beneath the bulb of it.
The stove was dark, unlit, but the counters were littered with all manner of wooden plates and iron pots and pans, one of which had been filled with water.
A trail of rose petals lead to a hatch at the far end of the room.
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Post by black379 on Dec 24, 2017 4:58:10 GMT -8
She paused by the stove and shot Blood a look that clearly questioned if he could actually envision her cooking. The scattered dishes were hardly indicative of anything, except that some persons must have been there recently enough.
The more obvious evidence was the flower intently placed on the table in the middle of everything, and the path of petals leading across the room. Courcy didn't suspect that Hans and his friend had left the trail, but she couldn't exactly blame any beastly worm for it either.
"Huh." The hellion pointed the butt of her halberd at the hatch, drawing Lekalis' attention to it, in case he hadn't already noticed. She followed the littered petals toward it.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 26, 2017 22:25:00 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Someone had quite the scandal, it seems..." He hummed as he heard little, and saw little signs of commotion. It all seemed to be lining up in Lekalis; mind as he stared at the petals, smirking with some melancholy as he shifted one or two petals about with the haft of his spear, before taking a breath and slipping the spear into his sheath.
Of course, a palm rested on his falchion. Relaxed, but ever ready to step to the edge.
He paid a haphazard glance to the hatch, looking to Courcy with an equally skeptical squint, before nodding.
"... Let's find the good Hans and company, then." He mused, as he took a knee and swiftly popped the hatch open; making to fling it open quickly and, hopefully, surprisingly to the Dark behind it.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 26, 2017 22:50:16 GMT -8
Reymond's Basement:
There was a small, reddish glow that emanated from the basement, barely visible just from the outside; it was only as the hatch was opened did it become noticeable.
The cellar beneath was somewhat small, but not so as to become crowded. Wooden beams hoisted the ceiling up.
In the center was a hay bed with a hempen duvet haphazardly draped over it, and a pillow to match. Rose petals were sprinkled across it and flanked it on both sides, as were, at last, stray roses-- perhaps some pilfered from the Abbey gardens.
A handful of candles lined the walls for lighting. They had been burning for quite some time, as the wax sunk dangerously low and spilled out in a sizeable radius around it.
There was a half-empty bottle of wine, which had been toppled over; its contents having long since bled out, it left a rosy stain on the stone floor of the cellar.
Shards of broken glass glittered at the foot of the bed. The remains of the stem of a wine glass might be recognized from the more whole pieces.
And, like the roses above, rusty stains drew a wet trail to a large hole in the wall, tall enough so that a man might fit all the way through. The tunnel dropped sharply after a yard or so, and what lay beyond was hidden in shadows.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 27, 2017 6:17:09 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
His nose scrunched up, his hand reaching about and preemptively clutching the collar of his cloak fast about his nose before glancing between the dim cellar and Courcy.
He rose, dignified, and brushed some unseen dirt from his cuirass.
"Some part of me still hopes this is... Part of some elaborate fetish, y'know?" He offered with a smirk, not rightly seen now, though his eyebrow raised playfully before making to descend into the cellar.
Cautious, though confident as he took careful steps into the cellar; assessing the room for any hints of a quarrel or perhaps some ooze offered by a particularly wormy creature.
He doubly kept an eye out for a sconce, matches, a sconce... something to strike a flame and illuminate the grim date.
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Post by black379 on Dec 27, 2017 9:14:48 GMT -8
Courcy was not far behind, entering the lair (of sorts) behind Blood. It might have been cozy, if not for the littered glass and the giant hole broken through the wall. It must have been the same like was in the abbey, now it seemed obvious that Hans and his friend were captured, at best.
Judging by what remained of the candles, they must have been unattended for quite some time. She began to suspect that the men would not be found alive. Avoiding the shards of bottle, as well as the roses, Courcy made her way to the edge of the bed.
"What a way to go, huh?" She peered into the darkness of the apparent tunnel, then glanced back to Lekalis. The redhead wore a small smirk, as though under different circumstances, this would have been nice.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 27, 2017 12:44:55 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
The Hellion's scandalous glance didn't go unnoticed, and he played a skeptical, but not unabashed glance back. Shaking his head as though some smaller malfeasance than the largeish hole in the wall was stopping him. Still, he found himself a touch more worried when he found there to be no tinder to illuminate the room.
"Aye... What a way..." He agreed...
Based off of the hole in the wall, however, their investigation was complete; all that was left would be to inform the guard of the compromised area, insist on securing said area, and going on with their day.
He had meandered shallowly in the room, so finding his way back to the ascending steps of the hatch proved quick enough; he waited there, and beckoned Courcy forthwith.
"... Let's get going then; sooner we inform the Guard, the better everyone'll be for it." He nodded punctually, jerking his head to the open hatch for emphasis.
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Post by black379 on Dec 27, 2017 14:27:12 GMT -8
The atmosphere set, it seemed like a wasted opportunity. Courcy crossed the bed to rejoin with Blood. She didn't spare another look at the breach blasted through the wall.
"Course, the guard'll handle it." She couldn't do whatever she pleased while the law still bound her, but she couldn't deny being eager to fight again. Pausing once she was at the man's side, she stooped down a bit to look him in the face. "We've got someplace better to be."
Courcy began back up the hatch, then it was her turn to wait for Blood. "Someone's got to tell Missus Hans that he's not chasing other ladies after all."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 27, 2017 15:08:05 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He nodded amicably, ascending and taking Courcy's flank before setting on for the exit of the cabin.
"Aye... You want to inform the guard? I'll head back to the Hanses... We can try meeting up at the Tavern?" Lekalis chuckled, knowing full well the frequency he'd made the remark, and his more recent failure to attend.
He waved a hand dismissively, preemptively, as he stood at the doorway;
"If I'm late, could you start gathering supplies? Mention our expedition, most folk should offer something." He assured with a grin and a flash of teeth...
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Post by black379 on Dec 27, 2017 21:07:28 GMT -8
Courcy hopped up and took to Blood's side. She made a point to stick to him as they exited the hovel back onto the garden path. "What, and you'll have all that drink to yourself?"
She crossed her arms, the head of her axe leaning back over her shoulder. "Why don't we go together? To the guards, and then to the 'Hanses'. It's been a long day. Or is that just me?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 27, 2017 21:53:13 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
The Ex-Lord clucked his tongue and bowed his head, raising a skeptical brow as she made her fair though... wrong accusation. He never had the tongue for beer.
With some bemused chagrin, he shrugged, and set off and out of the unfortunately raided, but thankfully quiet demesne of Raymond.
"Saw right through me, then." He mused mournfully, looking up to the sky as he began to ply his way through the fast familiar route, to the Hanses; his head on a swivel for any guards.
"Fine." He declared with an exaggerated pugnacious air, casting a glance to Courcy,
"We will travel onwards, together... With haste." He assured, as he spied a small guard's regalia on a rather mottled uniform and breastplate; set upon an equally mottled and portly guard.
Lekalis would share some swift words with the guard, before patting him on the shoulder as he trundled off with some forced urgency. It was clear the day was spreading every guard thin.
Only a passing glance and bow of the brow to Courcy was given afterwards,
"You ever attend a proper date, Courcy? A courtly affair? An enraptured fellow taking you out to somewhere nice, treats and feeds you nice..?" He inquired, as the salty smell of the ocean and the acrid scent of mold-resistant coatings for boats slowly rose in intensity; the Schwarz' somber sanctuary was sooner heard around the bend, than seen.
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Post by black379 on Dec 27, 2017 23:17:56 GMT -8
The redhead was glad for the small victory of keeping Lekalis' company. She mused that it could be weeks until she saw him again if they had parted ways. That and she could hardly pass up a meal.
Despite the grimness of it all, as Blood informed the guard of the tunnel in the garden house, she felt a weight off her shoulders. In this instant, there was no dire task for her to chase and she didn't bother to plan far enough ahead to worry about when she would have to again.
Courcy trotted along to the simple abode, filled with warmth and drink. She guffawed at Blood's sudden question. "No. Never any place nice."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Dec 28, 2017 0:14:23 GMT -8
Judging from the din in the air, the party was still in full effect, likely in more of a drunken haze than before.
A small figure darted across the street in the dark towards the Schwarzes' shack. It the Girl from before, barefoot, and strapped to her back was a barrel so large it was miraculous that she was even able to carry it at all.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Dec 28, 2017 4:25:13 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Well, consider this something close." He confirmed, nodding at Courcy with some enthusiasm as he clasped his hands together; happily freed from having to be half-clasped about a weapon of some sort.
"We'll share some merriment, but I must inform Tilly of our success; I'll depart, and come back with due company, yeah?" Lekalis smirked, and hummed happily,
"Put the thought of cocks aside for tonight, eh? Focus on the wine." He gave her a teasing wink and nudge with his elbow, before bouncing off towards the Schwarz Girl.
"Guten Abend!" He announced himself, doubly clutching the front lip of the cask haphazardly to help alleviate some weight from her back; Lekalis glanced back to Courcy and motioned for her to follow...
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