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January 6, 2017 at 9:28 pm #235135
Speaker of TruthsParticipant
The tearing of flesh and sinew heralds the arm socket giving way as the beast leverages its weight to rip the arm it had grappled free. It rolls back on its hind limbs, giving a guttural cry of victory as it holds the grisly trophy above its horned head. As it lowers its crown, it turns at the waist to regard Verdun with goat-pupiled eyes filled with madness…
In the cave, the pulsing symbols falter, a murmur in the unnatural heartbeat of that horrible plane. The sickening crimson glow that paints all seems tamer, less sinister, as though a great weight were being lifted.
Tam Lin feels the incessant pressure fade, and when he opens his eyes, he notes that the floor is not coated in gore, but empty stone. The altar is set with incense for a service rather than a sacrifice. He allows himself a small, weak smile, and shuts his eyes again.
“And then I’ll be your ain true-love,
I’ll turn a naked knight…”
As he continues his recitation, the cavernous cage begins to fade to a grey blur, dulled from awareness. It continues to lighten, washing out in white light around him, brightening until he sits adrift in a good. Then he himself starts to stretch, blurring at the edges as he expands to fit the nothing all around him, pulled up, up, and… out.
The moment the beast meets Verdun’s gaze, the entire bulk of the creature freezes. A thud and clank ripple from the ground where it lets the chain-wrapped limb fall from its limp claws. As Verdun can see, a thin, translucent eyelid blinks slowly closed, natural human pupils replacing the golden hourglasses set in the thing’s head.
It turns bodily away from the corpse of its for, standing without tension, and opens its mouth. Rather than the horrid amalgamation that previously emanated from the fanged maw, only the child speaks.
“…Then cover me wi your green mantle,
And cover me out o sight…”
A new ripping sound, slightly smothered, comes from the beast’s torso. The area under its visible ribs distends slightly, then tears open as fingers erupt from the fissure. The beast does not react in the slightest, simply falling over as if paralysed as, naked save for a coating of blood and bile, Tam Lin scrabbles his way out of the creature like a snake shedding its skin. He falls to his hands and knees, breathing heavily. He glances up through his soaked hair, and forces himself weakly to his feet. He clearly fakes a small grin, the pain apparent on his face, and nods his head to the party.
“Hello there. Fancy meeting you here,” he jokes in pained tones. While his second skin protected him from the brunt of the attacks, the ragged slice in his shoulder and face sliced with cuts and bruises are a testament to the damage that slipped through. He painfully grins his head to look at the skinny of the beast, and notes that it has begun to fizz and spark at the edges.
“Ah… Hold that thought.”
He turns back to the empty shell, and reaches for the skull. He brings a fist down with the last remnants of demonic strength, snapping off a chunk of jagged horn, which he brings across the already torn torso to expose what lies beneath. As the end of the hairy skin begins to dissolve into acidic green bile, he draws forth his hand, grasping a black, pulsing organ that resembles a grotesque caricature of a heart, and raises it above his head.
“By the blood of the beast, we shall be spared…”
With his back to the party, Tam Lin brings Gruff’s heart to his lips, and takes a deep bite of the muscle. The flesh turns into burning fluid almost the moment it passes his lips, filling his system with vitae and his mind with calm. His wounds begin to fill in as the rest of the shell disintegrates in front of him, until the entire skin becomes a foul-smelling smoke rising from stone floor scorched clean of filth by the bile. Where fresh wounds once were are now scabbed section of dark flesh, filled if not entirely healed.
It tastes so vile, but feels so good…
He lets his hands fall to his sides, and turns to face the party. Sections of his face that were torn into are now dark, covered in coarse hair as though Tam Lin were the shell and the goat-beast lay beneath. Rather than the unholy bellow, however, a rather timid voice comes from the newly restored scholar.
“Could someone pass me my robe?” He asks, sheepishly covering himself with his hands.
Character Name: Tam Lin
Speed: 7 (4 from Transformation)
Loot: NillJanuary 14, 2017 at 10:54 am #237578
A flood of senses momentarily overwhelmed Ibrahim, he was still strong enough to resist the demon. But damage has been done, and Xuul’s foothold (tentaclehold?) was reinforced.
The occultist, just moments ago reveling in the madness with a madman’s grin, collapsed to the floor, kneeling. His face, usually calm, was a mask of terror when he saw what was made of his palm. Barely registering Natalia’s words, his throat bulged before the thin lips uttered a simple answer.
It was a voice of a man desperately clinging to what little sanity he had left.January 14, 2017 at 8:16 pm #237835
Tazia plays a triumphant little tune as she surveyed the carnage that had been wrought. “What a fantastic outcome. Truly a glorious victory.” she says with a twirl. She didn’t make any attempt to loot the bodies or take care of her own injuries.
My characters are terrible, stupid, useless people.January 29, 2017 at 2:20 am #242864
The hands of the young lady were deft and professional as she pulled out a knife to cut a small portion of her cloak, which was still wrapped around her her neck to block out the stench and horror. She daintily stepped around the mess of gristle and blood, still slicing the cloth into smaller strips. It was all done by the time she reached the older man, and she first rummaged around in her sack for- There it was. It was shitty, terrible and awful stuff, barely fit for drinking. It was barely going to do anything for an infection, but without reaching for a poultice, and she was not the one with that. . . She poured out the contents of her water-skein onto the hand, and held it steady. She didn’t hesitate as she wrapped a few of the cloth pieces around the wound to cover it. She carefully dressed the wound, wrapping the hand for maximum cleanliness without impeding dexterity much. Without much ceremony, she was finished, though she kept some of the cloth on hand.
“This is a poor start, but it will do. If you can request the medicine from the others, I can treat you more thoroughly. My bandages will need some time being boiled before I feel comfortable using them.”Spoiler
Gold: 0[collapse]January 30, 2017 at 4:19 pm #243246
Within the grasp of such waste surrounding them, snapping at the soles of their shoes and feet, piss lapping in the blood, yellow and red waves colliding faintly into each other with each step they took. Nevertheless, the room itself, was cleared of any malignant entities… only the physical ones, that is. As shadow mingled with the torch light, thrusting hard into it’s very core and making it squeak and cower among itself, the torch light began to show signs of degradation. The walls would be lit dimly instead of its radiant glare, and shadows within the corners of the room where the light could not reach seemed to be more… active, than usual..
All six corpses littered the ground in messy fashion. All of their corpses horrifically mutilated, entrails, bits of brain and muscle were common among the newest decorations of one of the pig’s squatting grounds. Besides the gore, some corpses would stand out to be of interest, in terms of potential loot. The slasher, which was the first one to be killed would have a small gold pouch strapped about the handle in a crude fashion. Perhaps a previous adventurer kept his gold there as a way to hide it… too bad he/she won’t be needing it. Tazia, the pip and unnervingly jovial jester with exotic features to her body would be the closest to the loot, and would be most visible to her.
The swine brute would have a large ale barrel strapped across its back, which wasn’t able to be seen than before. The rush of combat and unerring nature of fear tends to cause an overlook in some physical features of such things. Anyhow, the barrel was made out of rotting pine, yet it remained somewhat intact despite its condition. Flies would fly in between the cracks and crawl on the outer surface of the barrel. Perhaps the swine brute was rotting quicker than the rest. Who knows…
To Ibrahim, his previous venture here would prove to be somewhat similar. The piled up books in the right corner of the room were knocked over and bloodied, a feminine hand outreaching from beneath the pile… slathered in dried blood. Whilst in the left corner, there was a small stone table with a bit of parchment rolled up in the middle of the table. It appeared aged yet fresh finger prints on the edges of the scroll would indicate it was placed recently if one were so keen in their eyes.
Verdun stared blankly at the man, blinking his eyes twice as he vaguely scanned him. The action he performed made him think, and although Verdun found it rather repulsive, he held that sensation in and tried to find reasoning.
“Perhaps he becomes hungrier when he transforms back… but with a strange taste of food. Maybe he’s fucking losing it… maybe it’s a part of his… weird fucking curse or disease or whatever the fuck…” Verdun thought to himself, finding his short study of the man to intrigue him immensely.
“YOU’RE CALLING ME… A DISEASE? OH VERDUN! OH! OH YOU’VE CUT ME DEEP… ACTUALLY… DO THAT MORE? HM? TEHEHE..” Taklir retorted in a pathetic and obnoxious manner, panting like a dog as he watched Tam Lin beneath Verdun’s iris, “OOO… MAYBE HE’S JUST A BIT PECKISH! QUICK! TRANSFORM AND LET ME ASK!” Taklir begged in a very desperate manner, as if he were actually being genuine and not aiming to cause mischief.
Verdun simply ignored Taklir and blinked again, placing him back in a reality. The inner conversation only proved to be a few seconds long, and he was daydreaming as he did so. Shaking his head, Verdun snorted and walked over to where he was, scrunching it up into a ball and throwing it toward him before walking back. The robe would drape over his head, masking him within his own cloak.
“..Nice work. Take a break from transforming, I’ll be doing the same.” Verdun advises as he approaches the man, stuffing his hands in his pockets and cocking a head down at the masked Tam Lin, “Unless you feel like taking a nap in the puddle of piss you’re sitting in?” Verdun smirked with a small chuckle, offering a hand down at the man before eyeing Ibrahim faintly. He grimaced within, hoping his friend, the only one who he knew understood what he was, was doing okay.
Ibrahim’s hand, the cut itself that he had made was widened due to his antics. He would feel a strong, constant stinging pain stabbing at his wound as the unhygienic contents continued to stain the exterior and interior of his harsh cut. Although Natalia performed basic treatment, it wouldn’t be enough however to cleanse the wound. A cauterization would only tempt fate… and Ibrahim’s life of course.
At the moment, there was a slight redness gathering about a small area around the cut, but nothing too obvious was occurring. Well… anyone who had any medical knowledge would probably understand what Ibrahim had gotten himself into.
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Blood trail killer - "It's like a thumbs up but with Parkinson's tho."February 4, 2017 at 7:10 am #244355
Speaker of TruthsParticipant
“Right, right. Thanks,” Tam Lin says distractedly, wiping a stray trace of bile away from his lips as he rises from the DON’T THINK ABOUT IT filthy floor. He wraps the robe around himself, fumbling momentarily with the brooch as he clasps it all together around his form. He breathes a sigh of relief, as the robes form a barrier, however flimsy, between him and the outside world.
He turns back to the puddle of rapidly evaporating bile and reaches down to yank the length of chain from what was Gruff’s arm just a few moments ago. He slips one end under his robes, wrapping it around his forearm as he slowly withdraws it from the acidic slime. Eventually, the padlock once again sits comfortably in his palm, and he looks around, taking in his surroundings.
Take a breath. Center. Refocus. You are ok. You are alive.
Lost focus, Gruff got out. Bad. Do better next time. Wound almost healed. Head still a little rattled.
Verdun. His demon is insane. Not bestial like Gruff. Could be more dangerous.
Did Gruff speak?
Ibrahim. Similarly possessed? Worth further study. Stuck hand in gut wound.
Tam Lin’s eyes snap open, and he rushes to Ibrahim’s side. Surveying the sort-of-treated wound, he hisses softly, and puts out a hand to prevent further bandaging. “No no no, why would you do that? An open wound inside one of those thing’s bellies? What were you thinking?”
He begins undoing the bandages, muttering as he does, “Wound will be festering soon, no good, need something stronger than whatever swill was in the bottle.”
He looks up at Ibrahim seriously. “Whatever possessed you to do that, it may kill you. Your set your open flesh against putridity, your humours could be dangerously misaligned. Or worse, your very anima could come under assault by the pigman’s foulness. We need to quickly burn out the infection with rotgut, or moonshine, or…”
His brain working quickly, he whirls around to stare at the giant corpse. “What is in that barrel?”February 8, 2017 at 1:48 pm #245336
“Are you proud of yourself, demon?” the occultist scoffed. He wanted to be angry, but couldn’t allow it.
“IS IT MY FAULT MORTAL BODIES ARE SO PATHETICALLY WEAK? THE SWEET CARNAGE WAS WELL WORTH YOUR MINOR INCONVENIENCE”
Ibrahim didn’t reply, arguing was pointless against Xuul’s twisted logic. He replied to Tam Lin, extending his wounded hand. “I know well of the possible consequences.” He cast a curious glance when the boy mentioned ‘possession’, but said nothing of it.
Xuul’s attention was captured by the parchment in the corner, but Ibrahim postponed the investigation until the wound was taken care of.February 8, 2017 at 7:07 pm #245398
Tazia wasn’t blind, so she pranced over to poke at the belt pouch to try and make sure there was nothing alive in there.
My characters are terrible, stupid, useless people.March 14, 2017 at 3:15 pm #258199
Because it’s been too long, and it’ll be even longer until the expedition can actually progress and with some members getting a little iffy.
I shall conclude that the individuals within the warrens have successfully finished the mission, they managed to kill and destroy the section of the warrens they resided in with the use of explosives found on the swine brutes back. They would place the charges in structural weakpoints in the hallways ahead and to their left, and then run a rope covered in flammable liquid outside the warrens. Once all members were outside, they lit the charge, thus trapping any life within those tunnels… where they would slowly starve, or kill/cannibalise each other like the monsters they truly are.
Upon returning to the hamlet, any loot that the heroes found would be collected by the caretaker, and along with the pay, each individual would recieve their fair share.
The contract reward is 5000, along with the addition of any loot. Heirlooms such as crests, portraits or otherwise will add 100 gold to the amount.
Verdun – 100 Gold
Tazia – 300 Gold
Ibrahim – 300 Gold
Natalia – 1000 gold due to Ruby
Tam Lin – None
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