The Mourning After (Horror) (IC)

[Leatherhead]

Malix approaches the hobgoblin woman, who suddenly turns as if under attack. Her face scowls. It is remarkable, she looks just like Nisa, but with a warriors build and far more aggression.

She readies herself with a combat stance, waiting to strike. The crowd scatters, leaving you out in the open as everyone else is forced into a ring around you.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

As the crowd shuffled out of harm's way, a pale elf stepped forward and walked between the potential combatants as if he did not care what harm may befall him. He appeared washed-out, as if all colour was gone from him.

He said in a flat tone to the hobgoblin woman, "Ah. There you are, Vesile. Instead of fighting with our fellow 'volunteers', let us see if we can look for a way out of these Kennels."

He turned to Malix and said, with no hint of emotion that would suggest if he cared one way or another, "You should consider doing the same."

 

[Hades#2]

"If it wouldn't be too much of a bother, can someone please tell us where we are and why? We were strolling down a hallway when some sort of mist overcame us. Is this some sort of barbaric gladiatorial games we have been volunteered for?" Xian asked the crowd.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

"You were gassed in a House Veldalis raid like the rest of us." said the elf, as if that explained everything, "Now you're in the Kennels, destined to be re-made into a living weapon, like all the rest."

 

[Hades#2]

"A living weapon?" Xian said in disbelief. "House Vadalis can mage breed some amazing animals but turning people into living weapons? Sound rather farfetched to me. I am a mere entertainer, hardly a fighter. Even if they somehow used magic to make me permanently stronger with more stamina, I don't have the skills to fight. That takes time to train."

 

[FitzTheRuke]

"And yet here we are." said the elf with a shrug.

 

[Leatherhead]

"Farfetched?" Vesile asks with an air of indignation as she relaxes her stance. "Have you been boozing away the nights away all these years?" She lets out a grim laugh through gritted teeth. "Then again, you only have to fight if you survive the 'improvements' from the House of Screams."


As the crowd circle disperses, a sharp whistle followed by the bellowing of a guard comes from outside the barn.

"Alright you lot! Lets get this over with." A guard flanked by a few others stops to take a swig from a flask, then pinches his fingers over the bridge of his nose. What pain he is dulling you aren't sure, but he seems to be all too familiar with this scenario. "Double file, walk this way! Don't make us drag you..."

The other people from the stables get in two lines and shuffle out of the building, the trepidation keeping them complacent if not quiet. Their mumblings, shuffling, and tears could make for adequate cover for a whispered conversation.

Vesile walks alongside the elf. "Keep your eyes peeled, for plan B."

GM: Do you line up, or do you try something else?

 

[MetaVoid]

"Fighting I can do. But what do I fight with?"
The watchdwarf looks around for an improvised weapon he could hide on himself.
"Very well, no need to be rude." he says to the guard as he matches up with Malix

OOC: or some other dwarf if any is closer, PC is really a preference, but any dwarf will do.

 

[JustinCase]

Having heard only part of the conversation before the call to line up comes, Maladiel stays close to his allies and the pale elf who was willing to explain a few things.

"So are we fighting already?" he says softly, hoping the elf will elaborate. In vain he tries to chafe some sand and dust off his fine -and new!- clothes, the motion revealing elaborate tattoos underneath before readjusting his sleeves.

A feeling of dread comes over the half-elf. The last few days have proven that he is not an effective warrior at all, and now without his wands it'll be even more dangerous. Quickly he gets on one knee and grabs a handful of dirt, putting it in his pocket before catching up with the line of people.

While walking, Mal keeps scanning the area for anything he could use for casting spells in a pinch.

OOC: Unless anyone has a better idea, Maladiel is lining up.

 

[Neurotic]

Malix briefly considers hiding in the building. But that would mean being separated from the rest and if this is 'a kennel' as the fellow said, it will be both guarded and quickly filled up or cleaned up soon.

He falls in with Ozzar, limping slightly as if wounded.