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Relic and Quioan prepare for the worst. The wagon's the right size to be Ryall's, but Quioan can't make out anything other than the mass of birds. Relic, too, despite his misgivings, can't find signs of any imminent danger.
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[LPF] Ryall's Estate
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Relic and Quioan prepare for the worst. The wagon's the right size to be Ryall's, but Quioan can't make out anything other than the mass of birds. Relic, too, despite his misgivings, can't find signs of any imminent danger.
As the wolf corpse falls to the ground with a loud thud, the buzzards stir and caw, realizing competition is moving in. For all the noise they make, however, the birds aren't willing to challenge Daylily, and they scatter to the skies to circle above as the elf gets closer. The flies, however, are completely unperterbed by Daylily's presence. They continuing buzzing about in thick clouds landing on the bodies.
Three bodies. One porcine, two human. While the birds have been taking chunks out of both of their faces, Daylily can still recognize Ryall and Roug. Ryall has fallen back from the seat of his wagon, apparently taken quickly, his throat ripped out by something much bigger and toothier than the buzzards. Roug has fallen a few feet away, a large branch nearby that he might have been trying to use to defend himself. Neither Maisy nor Roug's horse are anywhere to be seen.
Whatever killed them didn't seem especially interested in them past the point of death, though. At least, not as much as the pork, which has been almost entirely consumed. The limbs torn off again suggest this wasn't the carrion-eaters.
Daylily can't find any kind of tracks in the ground, but there, in the midst of the sticky pool of Ryall's blood, is a canine paw print.
Three bodies. One porcine, two human. While the birds have been taking chunks out of both of their faces, Daylily can still recognize Ryall and Roug. Ryall has fallen back from the seat of his wagon, apparently taken quickly, his throat ripped out by something much bigger and toothier than the buzzards. Roug has fallen a few feet away, a large branch nearby that he might have been trying to use to defend himself. Neither Maisy nor Roug's horse are anywhere to be seen.
Whatever killed them didn't seem especially interested in them past the point of death, though. At least, not as much as the pork, which has been almost entirely consumed. The limbs torn off again suggest this wasn't the carrion-eaters.
Daylily can't find any kind of tracks in the ground, but there, in the midst of the sticky pool of Ryall's blood, is a canine paw print.
jbear
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Relic curses under his breath.
The wind has blown dust in our eyes and blinded our good sense. We were foolish to let these two alone. Either these woods are quite savage and the scent of meat drew the wolves, or our friend has caught up with these two and set his pets upon them. At this stage I'm not sure how much it matters. They are dead either way.
Relic peers into the trees still tense and alert as though expecting an attack at any moment.
Can you tell if it was wolves being wolves or a directed attack? Any sign of our ranger being involved? The horses can't just have disappeared ...
With a sigh, Relic continues as if not really expecting any satisfactory answer to be found.
I wonder how much they charge to have someone brought back to life at the local temple ...
Relic hefts his pouch filled with the valuable gems a few times and tries to remember which religion did the cheapest resurrections, before putting it back away.
Perhaps all we can do is give them a dignified burial. They deserve at least that much.
He then wanders over to the front of the wagon and checks the reigns to see if they have snapped, been cut or perhaps untied, and supposing horsed hoof tracks of a panicked horse must bee fairly easy to follow from their point of origin he tries to bring his eyes into focus and see which way they have gone.
The wind has blown dust in our eyes and blinded our good sense. We were foolish to let these two alone. Either these woods are quite savage and the scent of meat drew the wolves, or our friend has caught up with these two and set his pets upon them. At this stage I'm not sure how much it matters. They are dead either way.
Relic peers into the trees still tense and alert as though expecting an attack at any moment.
Can you tell if it was wolves being wolves or a directed attack? Any sign of our ranger being involved? The horses can't just have disappeared ...
With a sigh, Relic continues as if not really expecting any satisfactory answer to be found.
I wonder how much they charge to have someone brought back to life at the local temple ...
Relic hefts his pouch filled with the valuable gems a few times and tries to remember which religion did the cheapest resurrections, before putting it back away.
Perhaps all we can do is give them a dignified burial. They deserve at least that much.
He then wanders over to the front of the wagon and checks the reigns to see if they have snapped, been cut or perhaps untied, and supposing horsed hoof tracks of a panicked horse must bee fairly easy to follow from their point of origin he tries to bring his eyes into focus and see which way they have gone.
jbear
First Post
The reigns have been cut! As far as I know wolves don't have thumbs and thus don't wield knives. Why would wolves leave the horses alive? Why would a wolf choose dead meat over fresh meat? I think our thief is now a murderer. The Wind take me! I think I see the tracks!
Relic looks truly surprised.
Relic looks truly surprised.
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