JharyOConnah
Explorer
Josiah inched the door open, pistol at the ready. He could see even though the street outside was dark. It was still raining hard. Lightning flashed, momentarily illuminating the small figure in the door. It was Kaylee.
"I'm not afraid of you. We need to talk, Gatekeeper." It was the same child from before. She was wearing Josiah's badge. Yet, when she spoke, something seemed strange. Jones felt a strange gravity emanating from the kid.
Without waiting for an answer she pushed past him into the little shack. She looked around regarding everything curiously, touching surfaces, staring peculiarly at the shabby surroundings.
She turned slowly to look at him then glanced back outside at the storm.
"We haven't much time now..."
* * *
Thunder cracked intensely and, from his angle moving towards the corral, Ralph could see the door to the stable fly open again. Orland shouted a curse as he ran after the animals scattering into the rain and mud.
For some reason Ralph looked over his shoulder as he turned to head into the corral. The farm was out in a remote place, far from the nearest village and no one would be out in this terrible storm, yet, in the distance, Ralph spotted a figure, marching through the muck.
Sir Crenshaw did a double take, ducking under the protection of the corral's over-hanging roof. The figure was waving at him. Maybe shouting too.
Even from this distance, Ralph could tell it was an older person, weighed down with a large pack under his cloak, which gave the appearance of a hunch back.
The man waved again, shivering in the wet.
* * *
Eovin couldn't help but feel a little resentful. The caravan had been traveling for almost a week and the storm was worse and worse. It was hard to fly. It was bumpy and uncomfortable and her little box kept filling with water.
To make matters worse, Laynard had been starting and stopping for the last few hours, complaining that he couldn't see the road. He even turned all of the wagons all the way around then back again, cursing to himself and the storm.
Eovin wasn't sure they were following the road at all. The woods seemed to be getting thicker and more gnarled. Visibility was at an all time low. A dense fog hung in the air.
Behind them they heard a crash. The rear wagon had overturned on a particularly large root jutting into the path. Boxes of supplies and Laynard's son Jim were splayed about in the mud.
The father immediately tried to halt his own horses, and they slowed as he teetered off the side of the wagon, but then sped up again causing the old man to fall on his face into the muck.
Eovin couldn't even see the third horse-drawn cart anymore.
This sucked.
* * *
As Selythin flew along the storm grew more disturbing. The winds became erratic. The rain became a full on downpour. Thunder deafened his sensitive ears. The clouds and whipping wind forced him low.
Just as he was contemplating his fate. Perhaps wondering why he had left in such haste. Pondering what lie ahead. Selythin saw a huge shape coming through the clouds. No, lots of shapes coming together. A giant horde of creatures.
It was impossible to get his bearings, it was that bad, the cloud cover was that thick. But, as far as the cursed elf could ascertain, the horde was moving toward his abandoned homeland.
Before he could think, one of the creatures, he could only assume the same kind, came crashing through the fog directly at the tainted elven prince. It gave a high pitched screech, all teeth and claws and some hairy parts that resembled an ape and a bird all at once. A creature made from pure chaos.
It swooped directly at Selythin, swiping with razor sharp nails as it careened by, but the dark prince managed to dive out of the way.
(Roll initiative and any other rolls to accompany a round of actions.)
* * *
"Princess? Uh...Damnit...Al O? Al...Allll-Ann! All-Anne! That's how these damn things sayit I think..."
Some crazy lady, completely soaked, wide-brimmed hat flopping over her face, dress weighing her down with extra water weight, slogged along down the line. Occasionally she stopped, pulling back her hat to peek at another person passing sand bags. Nobody liked her pokes and prods or weird stares.
"All Anne? Help? Can anybody help me find Al O?" She sounded nuts.
Alan was just trying to sort out what all that meant, through the haze of the storm, when some bloke stepped out of line and grabbed the old woman, shoving her into a sizable puddle.
She screamed. "Princess! Help! Oh jah zee!" And then a big splash.
The man was laughing, standing over her. A lot of the townsfolk had stopped working to gather around the scene. The crowd seemed divided on whether what was happening was entertaining or disturbing.
"Get the hell outta here, you old bat! Can't you see we're trying to save the town here!? You don't even make no sense!" The brute spit into the puddle to punctuate the sentiment.
* * *
"I'm not afraid of you. We need to talk, Gatekeeper." It was the same child from before. She was wearing Josiah's badge. Yet, when she spoke, something seemed strange. Jones felt a strange gravity emanating from the kid.
Without waiting for an answer she pushed past him into the little shack. She looked around regarding everything curiously, touching surfaces, staring peculiarly at the shabby surroundings.
She turned slowly to look at him then glanced back outside at the storm.
"We haven't much time now..."
* * *
Thunder cracked intensely and, from his angle moving towards the corral, Ralph could see the door to the stable fly open again. Orland shouted a curse as he ran after the animals scattering into the rain and mud.
For some reason Ralph looked over his shoulder as he turned to head into the corral. The farm was out in a remote place, far from the nearest village and no one would be out in this terrible storm, yet, in the distance, Ralph spotted a figure, marching through the muck.
Sir Crenshaw did a double take, ducking under the protection of the corral's over-hanging roof. The figure was waving at him. Maybe shouting too.
Even from this distance, Ralph could tell it was an older person, weighed down with a large pack under his cloak, which gave the appearance of a hunch back.
The man waved again, shivering in the wet.
* * *
Eovin couldn't help but feel a little resentful. The caravan had been traveling for almost a week and the storm was worse and worse. It was hard to fly. It was bumpy and uncomfortable and her little box kept filling with water.
To make matters worse, Laynard had been starting and stopping for the last few hours, complaining that he couldn't see the road. He even turned all of the wagons all the way around then back again, cursing to himself and the storm.
Eovin wasn't sure they were following the road at all. The woods seemed to be getting thicker and more gnarled. Visibility was at an all time low. A dense fog hung in the air.
Behind them they heard a crash. The rear wagon had overturned on a particularly large root jutting into the path. Boxes of supplies and Laynard's son Jim were splayed about in the mud.
The father immediately tried to halt his own horses, and they slowed as he teetered off the side of the wagon, but then sped up again causing the old man to fall on his face into the muck.
Eovin couldn't even see the third horse-drawn cart anymore.
This sucked.
* * *
As Selythin flew along the storm grew more disturbing. The winds became erratic. The rain became a full on downpour. Thunder deafened his sensitive ears. The clouds and whipping wind forced him low.
Just as he was contemplating his fate. Perhaps wondering why he had left in such haste. Pondering what lie ahead. Selythin saw a huge shape coming through the clouds. No, lots of shapes coming together. A giant horde of creatures.
It was impossible to get his bearings, it was that bad, the cloud cover was that thick. But, as far as the cursed elf could ascertain, the horde was moving toward his abandoned homeland.
Before he could think, one of the creatures, he could only assume the same kind, came crashing through the fog directly at the tainted elven prince. It gave a high pitched screech, all teeth and claws and some hairy parts that resembled an ape and a bird all at once. A creature made from pure chaos.
It swooped directly at Selythin, swiping with razor sharp nails as it careened by, but the dark prince managed to dive out of the way.
(Roll initiative and any other rolls to accompany a round of actions.)
* * *
"Princess? Uh...Damnit...Al O? Al...Allll-Ann! All-Anne! That's how these damn things sayit I think..."
Some crazy lady, completely soaked, wide-brimmed hat flopping over her face, dress weighing her down with extra water weight, slogged along down the line. Occasionally she stopped, pulling back her hat to peek at another person passing sand bags. Nobody liked her pokes and prods or weird stares.
"All Anne? Help? Can anybody help me find Al O?" She sounded nuts.
Alan was just trying to sort out what all that meant, through the haze of the storm, when some bloke stepped out of line and grabbed the old woman, shoving her into a sizable puddle.
She screamed. "Princess! Help! Oh jah zee!" And then a big splash.
The man was laughing, standing over her. A lot of the townsfolk had stopped working to gather around the scene. The crowd seemed divided on whether what was happening was entertaining or disturbing.
"Get the hell outta here, you old bat! Can't you see we're trying to save the town here!? You don't even make no sense!" The brute spit into the puddle to punctuate the sentiment.
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