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  • #114389
    relishness oblivion
    relishness oblivion
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    Villon

    Seeing nothing in the brush of the weald, Villon re-joined the heroes and followed deeper into the rotting weald.

    VanityPirate - "Banished to the elephant graveyard"

    Blood trail killer - "It's like a thumbs up but with Parkinson's tho."

    #114397
    PorkyLabrador
    PorkyLabrador
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    Matilda moved as alert and silently as the predator that dwelt within her psyche and form. Her iron fang glistened, catching the refracted light upon the snow as it was clutched between deft digits.

    Everything that walked the land left tracks – if some creature be it man of beast stalked the natural halls of this place she would spot the mark it left, without conversation being a temptation her eyes and ears were razor sharp.

    #114439
    Bloodtrailkiller
    Bloodtrailkiller
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    //Taas//

    She grumbled and looked back to her group a bit worriedly, then back to the gate ahead. She moved unphased to its barred maw, peering beyond; a clearing, much the same as the one they’d entered unto lay within, though a few planks of wood lay within: like the ribs of some manmade beast, with a lockbox for a heart. The lockbox was large enough to house a small child, snow gently fell upon the wood; a hare quietly nibbled upon the grass at the base of one of the planks.
    “Clearin’ ahead… s’matter with you lot? Damnably quiet…” She swore, shaking her head as she looked back to the group…

    "Sometimes there are a lot of words..."
    "Half the people don't make it to gravy."
    -Vanitypirate
    "'Twas not by fire, but was forged in flame
    That can drown the sorrows of a huntsman's pain" - The Devil and The Huntsman
    "I've got an intelligence of six, please, I got this." - Grog

    #114934
    relishness oblivion
    relishness oblivion
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    Villon

    “Tad bit tense I assume…” Villon grumbled, turning his head to the brush as he walked with the heroes, “Probably the ragged mutt shook them a bit.” Villon chuckled lowly, not admitting he was suspicious of the Giant’s body and the mutilation of the mutt, “…Still curious about what a… Vaetir? Varut? What is it?” Villon asked.

    VanityPirate - "Banished to the elephant graveyard"

    Blood trail killer - "It's like a thumbs up but with Parkinson's tho."

    #114947
    PorkyLabrador
    PorkyLabrador
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    Matilda scowled a little and very noticeably gestured to her lips and shook her finger in midair.

    Her choice not to speak was not an example of incompetence and she wouldn’t let it be treated as such.

    Her paw continued to twirl a blade in its hand.

    #114957
    Blade
    Blade
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    “Sorry, Just thinking about something. Nothing to worry about.” Mithra said shrugging as they continued on.

    #114998
    Bloodtrailkiller
    Bloodtrailkiller
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    //Taas//

    Her features lightened a minute bit, the face was ever jubilantly stern, with the smirk on it at all times. Though, she seemed pleased.
    “Was a jest, vaettir are t’fancy woody spirits in the North…” She shrugged, Taas chuckled and opened up the gate slowly; the gate once again hissing through the snow as it creaked upon its hinges in a curiously complimenting chorus.
    “… At anyrate, speak what’s on your mind, Mithra. Can’t ‘ave a clouded mind about… not healthy.” She shook her head as she walked slowly into the clearing: eyes scanning the edges of the brush, squinting… it was an unnerving scene in itself; and the relative quiet was getting to Taas.
    She shivered and shook her head again, rubbing her burned temple as she walked towards the middle of the clearing…

    "Sometimes there are a lot of words..."
    "Half the people don't make it to gravy."
    -Vanitypirate
    "'Twas not by fire, but was forged in flame
    That can drown the sorrows of a huntsman's pain" - The Devil and The Huntsman
    "I've got an intelligence of six, please, I got this." - Grog

    #115028
    Blade
    Blade
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    “N’thin other than speculation, would only cause worry if said aloud. I’ll tell you if I become sure my speculation is plausible.” Mithra said as she was truthfully unsure herself if her Thoughts were needed to be said aloud yet.

    #116104
    relishness oblivion
    relishness oblivion
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    Villon

    “Hmph, wood spirits… sound very scary…” Villon grumbled sarcastically, rubbing his axe with his cloth.

    VanityPirate - "Banished to the elephant graveyard"

    Blood trail killer - "It's like a thumbs up but with Parkinson's tho."

    #116511
    PorkyLabrador
    PorkyLabrador
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    Matilda was a strange mix of emotions at present.

    Part of her was in a state of caution – her senses were razor sharp, to a point that was almost paranormal. However, another part of her was completely bored and irritated, nothing was happening, she was simply plodding her way through snow while people grumbled to themselves.

    #116915
    Bloodtrailkiller
    Bloodtrailkiller
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    Once again, a scene played out before the party in wait: though curious key points were hidden. It was plain an attack ensued in the locale, but why, or by who was absent.
    A wreckage took the centerstage, with its wreck jutting out of the snow like the ribs of some beast. The snow filtered through the canopy and added onto the half-foot deep snow, there was blood this time, splattered on the wood. The main body of the carriage was slightly noticeable: some distance away… As though it’d been knocked from its wheels. Around the caravan were more tracks, though their age would require further investigation.
    One with knowledge of ambushes, particularly emphasizing a single devastating blow, might recognize a few key details. Just as well, anyone with a feral instinct might sense small scents if they probed the air.
    A raider might notice a handful of key aspects missing from a more wild ambush. The footprints seemed more erratic, everywhere: how many would demand more attention… The group continued to the center, where the lockbox lay left unattended and slightly buried in the snow.

    //Taas//

    She huffed, looking about the clearing, to her allies. She grumbled a few words and walked up to the lockbox.
    “Anyone know how to lockpick?” She asked, kneeling at the thing and poking at a keyhole on a latch embedded into the metal container…

    "Sometimes there are a lot of words..."
    "Half the people don't make it to gravy."
    -Vanitypirate
    "'Twas not by fire, but was forged in flame
    That can drown the sorrows of a huntsman's pain" - The Devil and The Huntsman
    "I've got an intelligence of six, please, I got this." - Grog

    #116931
    relishness oblivion
    relishness oblivion
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    Villon

    “Not me…” Villon replied, looking around the surrounding area, “I can’t be the only one who think this seems… odd.” Villon voiced curiously, peering into the brush of the woods.

    VanityPirate - "Banished to the elephant graveyard"

    Blood trail killer - "It's like a thumbs up but with Parkinson's tho."

    #116937
    Blade
    Blade
    Participant

    “I can, it’s handy to know how to pick a lock isn’t it? Whatever happened here were probably some wealthy or important idiots thinking it would be fine to drive through this weald. Most likely ambushed if this carriage is any tell of it, to fancy for some commoner.” Mithra said walking up to Tass, patting Her shoulder to get her attention and motioning her to move over.

    #116970
    Bloodtrailkiller
    Bloodtrailkiller
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    Villon’s gaze was fruitless: shadows engulfed whatever lay beyond the clearing, the sun was getting low…

    //Taas//

    “Aye, t’is… usually just lever it open, though it doesn’t always work…” She shrugged, stepping back, looking about the clearing. She looked to Villon, then Mathilda.
    Taas abruptly pointed a thickly gloved finger at the Executioner;
    “Oi, sack-head.” Taas vied to get his attention,
    “Getcha thumb outta your ass and check out the rest of the carriage… Make yourself bloody useful, yeah?” She shook her head, jutting her thumb behind her to the remains of the carriage.

    ////

    The lock was rather simple, inset, maybe only one lockpin. A curiously simple, but effective, contraption for the chest.

    "Sometimes there are a lot of words..."
    "Half the people don't make it to gravy."
    -Vanitypirate
    "'Twas not by fire, but was forged in flame
    That can drown the sorrows of a huntsman's pain" - The Devil and The Huntsman
    "I've got an intelligence of six, please, I got this." - Grog

    #117151
    relishness oblivion
    relishness oblivion
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    Villon

    “Just watching the perimeter, but I’ll gladly do so.” Villon agreed bitterly, and began to walk over to the wreck of a carriage with axe in hand. Once there, Villon bent his back slightly so he could see inside the carriage.

    VanityPirate - "Banished to the elephant graveyard"

    Blood trail killer - "It's like a thumbs up but with Parkinson's tho."

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