Resurrection City III: The Breconshire Horrors

[Old Fezziwig]

Hear them? Diggory backs away from Langan slowly, heading back and to his left, away from the motion in the trees. "There! In the woods!" Diggory gestures with his knife.

Jamison continues to watch and wait, clutching the knife loosely, but also hoping he won't have to use it.

 

[JimAde]

Trevor blinks pipe smoke out of his eyes and says, "Eh? What? I say, Inspector, what are you doing with that toad-sticker?"

 

[Old Fezziwig]

"Hopefully nothing, but I'm afraid our young friend's doing a fine impression of Thomas Pellgraine, and there are things moving in the woods. If I end up sticking toads, I'll consider the evening a fine success and retire to my country house in Cornwall." Diggory remains at guard.

 

[Jarval]

Richard reaches into his coat and pulls out his pocket knife. He unfolds it, then looks ruefully at Diggory's rather more fearsome looking weapon.

"I cannot help but feel that I've come rather ill prepared for this trip..." He looks nervously out into the woods, but also tries to keep an eye on Langan.


(OoC: Spot check: 8 (roll) + 0 (Wis) = 8.)

 

[JimAde]

Trevor looks at Langan. Approaching the young man he grabs his chin with one hand and forces Langan to look into his eyes. "Langan!" he shouts. "Listen to me. We need to go! Now, man!"

[OOC: Not sure what's relevant, if anything: +8 Diplomacy, +6 Intimidate, +3 Charisma Modifier]

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

Langan looks up at Trevor suddenly, startled out of his reverie. "What? Yes... yes, of course," he mutters, shuffling absent-mindedly away from the forest.

As Diggory and Hewitt stand there, their knives at the ready, they can see two eyes shining yellow in the light of the evening sun. There is a hissing cry - unintelligible though it somehow has the overtones of words - and a crude implement of some type is thrown out of the wood. The men dodge out of the way, and it falls on the ground. The creature - which the doctor and the inspector can see quite clearly - is a bit over two feet tall, with yellowish skin and a nose vaguely like a bulldog. It turns around quickly, lank and greasy black hair framing its face, and runs into the wood.

Kajamba and Jarval, make Will checks, DC 13.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

[Will Save against DC 13, roll of 1, +4 Will, total 5, failure]

"Bloody hell."

 

[Jarval]

"Well said..." Richard's eyes widen at the sight of the creature. He backs away nervously, his knife held in front of him.


(OoC: Will save: 8 (roll) + 2 (base save) = 10. Failure.)

 

[JimAde]

Dragging Langan by the arm, Trevor start again along the road. "Come along, all," he says loudly. "I'll bet that pub serves a nice venison stew if we get there quick enough. Come on."

[OOC: Just trying to get everyone's attention away from whatever it is that seems to have them distracted (especially Langan). Sometimes it's good to be clueless! ]

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

Langan stoops for a moment to snatch whatever was thrown out of the wood and the men continue their journey back to Partrishow and the welcoming inn. As they walk, Langan and the others examine the object - it is a rough-hewn stone axe, rather like those used by the American natives. Although simplistic, it holds a wicked edge.

Within twenty minutes, the men enter Partrishow. The streets are mostly empty, lit only by one or two lonely gaslights. A constable patrols the streets, whistling tunelessly. He nods at the men. He does a double-take as he catches sight of the small axe in Langan's hand. "I say, what's that?" He grabs it from Langan and holds it up before his face, looking at it more closely. Even in the dark, you can see the blood drain away from his face...

"Where did you get this?" he demands.