Fisherman's Wharf

[RoseThorn]

Rose

Rose glanced at Ren.

"Rose. All of a few hours. Go away." Rose picked up pace with a sigh. She had too many other things chasing themselves in her brain without the would-be killer.

She was scared, sore, and hungry. And almost ready to snap. The guy Ren was alive. She was proud.

She followed the others inside.

OOC:
Sorry, a bit late...

 

[Renegade]

Ren

Watching on as Rose walks ahead to leave me behind, I begin to think that nobody is going to bother to talk with me at this rate. I mean, it's not like I was that bad a guy right? Well I did kill that wizard, and I was going to kill all of them earlier... hmmm starting to see why they don't want to talk with me. I quicken my pace to try to catch up with Rose.

Keeping a small distance between us, I tell her "You know, I'm not that bad once you get to know me." She seems to ignore me as we continue on our way with the others. I realy needed to try and make friends with these people since I was stuck with them.

 

[Kepic]

Taril

More magic. Despite the creatures savage manner, it seemed to hold quite a command over the arcane. But I was not without magic of my own. I cursed inwardly, as my eyes flashed bright, sending two thin beams of blue crackling through the air, knocking the changed guard back, enveloped for a moment in blue light, until his - or its, now - body lay frozen against a wall, covered with a layer of ice and frost.

"Interesting, what other tricks do you have up those metal sleeves, tin man?"

"Enough" I said, turning my gaze back to my true opponent.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"Enough?" cervantes said with a sideways smile. "You mean you wish to surender to me? Very well I accept." Taking the hilt of his katana Cervantes hopped off the table top. "Its about time after all... I was wondering how many deaths I would have to put on your head..."

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

OOC:

No worries Rose baby!... Was a lil' worried about ya though! [big squishy hug]

IC:

Vixen bounded up the stairs quickly over taking the young man who was attempting to lead her. She walked into the room smiling. It had been a long time despite seeing him the night before. That night seemed so long ago now... it had been a very long night.

She halted just inside the room as she saw the young woman in the bed. She glanced from the woman to Roland and back again. "Ummm..." she said, at an unusual loss for words. She quickly recovered though and flung herself into Roland's arms. "Hey darlin'... long time no annoy!" She winked squeezing him playfully.

"Wow, never knew you lived in such style!" She looked around the room. Finally the others caught up. Vixen walked over to Rose and in an unusual display of concern took the girl's hand in hers. "We'll get you cleaned up and rested, then I'll get the local healer to look us both over... I'm sure she'll tell us we're fine." She seemed to catch herself then and quickly tossed her head dropping the girl's hand. In a louder voice encompassing everyone she addressed Roland again. "I'm STARVING... what's a girl gotta do to get a meal for Goddess' sake? OH... and this guy here says he knows both you and me... but for the life of me I can't say I've ever met him before..." she guestured towards the young man who had lead them here.

She seemed to think about this for a while as Roland Snr looked over his transformed amnesia ridden son. She turned to the other man they had collected during their escape. Vladamere still stood behind him threateningly. "Hey... you... what's your name by the way?" She asked Ren.

[Edited by Moneytalks on 12-13-2000 at 05:21 PM]

 

[Renegade]

Ren

Vladamere shoved me forword to make sure I'd answer her question. Fighting back the desire to do anything, I put that behind me and turn back to the one called Vixen. "Well the name I go by these days is Ren," I tell her as my hands stay near the few daggers I had left. I was probably in the most danger out of those in attendance here. Might as well answer any other questions they would have later in the day.

I decide to give them a quick rundown of how I got into this, "I used to be an assassin in training at a small town that's a few good days travel from here. One day, I... killed an elder Wizard that was well respected by those of the town. So I had to get away to save my life from those who wanted me dead."

I notice that they all seem interested so I continue, "Last night, I found myself in this village and after a... little trouble with the locals I ended up needing a place to hide out for the night. That brought me to the Fishermans Wife where I decided to sneak into a room for the night."

I had decided to leave out that I had planned to kill them myself, "Which is what brought me into your little orgy scene with you and that thing doing what you did to Rose. And now I'm here with you people." Looking back at Vladamere, I could see him giving me a "what an idiot" look as he stared me down. I could just feel the love around this place.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

(ACK!!! Big possible replys...Im gonna hafta put this bad boy off till tomorra...But I will Make Good for this post!!!!!)

 

[Ravenloft]

Four guards:

Carrying the dead and savaged boy from the street in a heavy winter blanket, one of the guards that help to carry his lifeless form looked up with a frown. The captain of the guard was there. They had hoped to wait for him to find out... Find out about his son...

 

[Mackdaddy_74]

Salvitore

After the guards place the lifeless body down on a empty bench, Salvitore Lifts the grey wool blanket and his weathered green eyes tear up. "Who did this to my son?" He ask no one and everyone. Seeing a knife under the bench He grabs it by the rusty handle and slings it across the room, the razor sharp blade Lodging into the wooden column up to the hilt. The guard in command of the patrol approaches nervously, "We don't know sir, we found him awhile after the umm incident." the guard told him. In a state of shock, Salvitore grabs the guard and smashes his head into the wall. He then walks out of the guard house to Cool off and get some ale from the inn. Reaching the inn, he enters the tavern and gets an ale from the bar keep and chugs it down before ordering another. He removes his helmet and sits it on the bar before looking for his son's killer.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

(OK!!!!!)

*Roland Laughed a bit, blinking at the boy* He DOES looke familiar..I'll run a few magik Checks later...Anyway, Well it seems none of us are going to get much sleep..So How bout a late dinner?? *he smiled* And NO vixen, Her name is Trinity, and she seems to have a Mission for Us..*he grins at that, Walking out he talks breifly to a guard, who goes off to find the cooks* Well! Shall we head down to The Lounge so that we may better discuss Some things? And My Good Vixen, I can assure you I am the Finest Healer withing one thousand miles of here, if you have anything i can help you with, i shall do my best...*he bows smiling*

 

[Kepic]

Taril

"I..." I started, staring at the creature. I had meant 'enough tricks', not 'enough' as in that I meant to surrender.

But, if the end of the fight would stop any more mindless slaughter, at least for the moment, I decided to wait and see what his actions would be.

"I have enough deaths on my head and hands without you trying to shift the blame for yours to it" I said, eyeing him cautiously.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"Very well then..." Cervantes said with a smirk to Taril. Then he turns his voice outward for all in the tavern to hear. "Do you see? Tin man allows me to slaughter a boy-child, turn a guard into a foul mockery of his former self, AND empail yet another man upon my sword... Yet still he allows me to walk freely from this tavern..." Cervantes walks about the room, people scattering out of his way in fear. He stood at the exit to the tavern now, pointing an accusing finger toward Taril. "Oh great champion! Save them now!" Then his finger moved sharply to point at a girl who cowered away from him. He showed his teeth to her and she began to scream, lifting a quivering arm in front of her as she did so. The flesh of her arm moved in a most unnatural manner as though the bone contained within shattered outward. There was a sickening sound like a popping, it was muffled and wet. A shard of white/red bone shot partially through her arm, opening a grotesque wound. She fell to her side, her scream knifing into the night air. All eyes were on the poor girl, locked to the horrific sight as she ran out of breath and collapsed with her arm tucked underneath her body. As much as Cervantes would have enjoyed the look on Taril's face he had taken the opportunity the girls scream had given him to dissapear out the tavern door.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

... sighed... looking from Ren to Roland. "I'm sure you are one of the better healers I've met during my travels... however, Rose and I need... the woman's touch in our particular cases." Her look brooked no discussion. "I have one in mind Roland... she will tend to us."

She looked back at Ren. "As for you... as entertaining as your... abbreviated... story was, I don't trust you. Still, from what I recall, you did offer your services to us. I'm holding you to that until I feel you have repaid your debt. We did save your life after all." She smirked.

 

[Moneytalks]

Trinity...

... suddenly screamed. Her head flung back and when she turned to face them, she looked horribly pale and in pain. Her voice was raspy with fear... "man... beast... pain... don't kill... me... please..." Then her body colapsed.

Vixen looked at her in surprise. "What the...!?"

Roland felt the girl's pulse to check if she still lived.

Vladamere stepped forward swiftly. He placed a hand over the girls forehead and almost jumped back as if he had been bitten. "This child has the sight... where did you find her?" He asked. Roland shrugged. "My son brought her here. She told me she was one of the Ladies of Trinidad... that there had been attempts on the Priestess' there... that there was a cult that had started a purging of all religions that did not follow it's own... she was asking for my help... I had no idea she had the sight."

Vladamere turned to Vixen. Vixen sighed... her jaw clenched. "Alright... alright!" She hissed, "was her vision current, past or future?"
Vladamere frowned, "it's hard to say."
"Since we don't know either way... I insist on seeing the healer before we try anything... but maybe someone should return to the Inn. It's conceivable that Cervantes is still on the loose.

Vladamere nodded silently. He gripped Ren's arm in a way that brooked no arguement. "Time for you to repay that debt boy, you come with me."

Vixen motioned Rose to follow her. "We'll meet back here in one hour to report understood?" She spoke to Vladamere & Roland Senior. Vixen glanced at the girl who still lay unconcious on the bed. She shook her head and then she and Rose left the castle.

 

[Kepic]

Taril

I frowned, starting towards the door after the murdering creature, but realised that I'd have little hopes of catching up with him. Instead, I turned to look around the inn, and shook my head.

"I am sorry" I said, slowly, not knowing how to express my feelings on recent events. Had I helped stem the carnage, or added to it? My 'heart' told me it was the former, but... I guess I'd never know for sure.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

With a wide smile Cervantes went from ally to ally, he knew, or at the very least, hoped that the hunt was on. It had been far too long since he had… “Played”. He was placing magical markers for his hunters to follow. Taunts was more like it in actuality. He hoped the tin man would keep on him, but knew the two women had stake in his capture, he delighted in the thought of the pain they carried in their minds and their hearts, even more so than that which he had foisted onto the tin man. Something about a woman’s pain, be it physical or emotional always brought a smile to his face… Perhaps it was the species he came from? The females therein were dominate… He originally came from one that the male was as such and did not take to the thought of being the weaker of the two… He remembered a time he had heard a man call it “acting out”, it had made him laugh. For that time had not occurred… YET!

 

[RoseThorn]

Rose

Rose followed Vixen silently. She felt her sore body becomeing numb. Or she supposed that was it. She didn't seem to hurt as much.

She followed Vixen's form in front of her, her hands tracing the jewels inside her cloak. She needed to see this healer and then...What? She watched the women front of her and sighed softly. Then she left.

*You mean run...*

*like you always do...* Damn concious.

She was a theif damn it, not an adventure seeker. Sure her job sucked and so did the benifits but...She shook her head and caught up with Vixen.

 

[Renegade]

Ren

Just couldn't believe we were going back to that damn Inn in search of that beast called Cervantes. Did these people have a death wish or something? Wouldn't it be wiser to get away now before the thing cought our sent again? When I agreed to help them if they got me out of the Inn alive, I never thought they'd make me go back to the bloody thing. Figured that they would have just had me be their lacky or something.

"How much further?" I asked them as I double check to make sure none of my daggers I had left are missing.

Vladamere keeps his focus on the road as he tells me, "We should be coming up on the Inn just about now." Just as he finished saying that, the Fishermans Wife came into view from the distance. Taking a dagger in each of my hands, I follow the others as we head straight towards the Inn.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

... lead Rose towards the forest which started just outside the town. As they walked deeper into the denser greenery no visible path was available yet Vixen kept walking as if she knew exactly where she was going. Rose kept close not wanting to get lost here.

Finally they stepped into a clearing. A small log cabin sat incongruiously complete with smoking chimney. A few potted daisies completed the picture. Vixen walked forward and suddenly a large hound. A wolf in fact bounded forward growling. Vixen stood still and motioned with her hand for Rose to stop where she was.

Vixen offered her hand to the great animal and let it sniff her. It seemed to take it's time before it bounded back towards the cabin. Before long the door to the cabin opened and an old woman stepped out. Her hair was white and long and she leaned heavily on a cane as she squinted into the distance towards the two woman. "Well gel... get closer then... me eyes ain't what they used ta be eh?" Vixen grinned and hurried forward. Dropping to one knee so she could be face to face with the old woman.

"Maman... how has thee been?"
"Ah gel... 'tis hard times indeed... but one survives... who be yer friend then?" The woman jerked her head towards Rose.
"This be Rose Maman... we have come for some advice... and help... we've both run into some trouble and are afeared we may have caught something."
The old woman suddenly grabbed Vixen by the chin forcing her to look into her eyes. Vixen flinched but let the old woman stare into her soul this way. With a harsh sound of disapproval she finally let Vixen go. Vixen dropped her head afraid to face the woman.

"Come inside the both of yers then... we'll see about yer both." Vixen took a deep breath and the look she shot Rose almost dared her to say anything. Both the women followed the old woman into her cabin.

Inside the place seemed much more roomier than it had from outside. It smelt of baking bread and sweet herbs and tea. The woman told them to sit and they did so. She started mixing herbs together in a bowl. Muttering to herself as she did so. The wolf padded forward and rested it's great head on Vixen's knee. Vixen absentmindedly rubbed it between it's ears as she watched the old woman carefully.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

Rolando & Unknown (Needs a name people!)

*Roland sat diligantly, tending to Trinity as best he could, He began to mix up a few of his best herbs, asking for more to be fetched from the garden, muttering galic incantations under his breath to increase the effect as the young trinity slept peacefully, almost TOO Peacefully.. roland allowed his thoughts to wander...he swiftly worked it into a fine powder, then called for some boiling water...*

*The young man sat outside, moping a bit* Why cant i remember my own name...WHY dont i even remember anything that happened earlyer this evening...*An old butler walks up to him* Excuse me...*He places a large, Weatherworn package in his hands* This...May be of some use to you...*He swiftly walked off..Leaving the slightly dumbfounded boy to his own devices..*

 

[Kepic]

Taril

After fetching my hooded cloak again, I stood outside the inn, unsure as to where my focus should lie. I was already hunting one creature - could I delay and hunt this were-thing too? How much time could I spare?

Could my soul take the weight of another obviously evil creature on the loose? I sighed, and looked down to where a bloodied patch of ground gave stark testament to the boy this Cervantes had killed.

If I took him up as quarry, more information would be useful. He was no were-wolf, apparantly. I remembered his words, and one of my past tutors teachings in languages. Hyena. Were-hyena? If I was correct in that assumption, what was such a lycanthropes bane, if not silver?

I needed to seek advice, find someone of knowledge, yet I did not know where to look in this country, far from my own homeland.

So I stood, in silence, awaiting whatever fate would throw in my direction next, pondering my future goals.

 

[Mackdaddy_74]

Salvitore

Walking up to Taril, Salvitore begins, "I need to help you kill that creature." He points to the blood stained spot by the well, "That is the reason he must die, he killed my son. I will not allow anyone else to fall prey to him." Salvitore waits to hear the Silver man's response.

 

[Kepic]

Taril

"Your son? I am sorry, my condolences" I said, my metallic words sounding all too hollow, despite the sentiment I meant to put in them.

I nodded to him, "Very well, you have made up my mind. If I can help, then I shall. Is there anyone in this town or nearby who might know something more of this creatures nature? Such things are not my usual quarry. Ah, my name is Taril, by the way."

 

[Mackdaddy_74]

"I am Salvitore," he begins, "maybe the old hermit can help." Salvitore looks up at his new found companion, I hope he can help me find a weapon to help you combat that thing. If you are ready, I will lead you to him but I insist that you talk to him I have no knowledge of what we are up against."

Taril approves, and follows Salvitore down the old trail into the woods. As they walk no more words were said, the grown up trail getting thicker as they progress. After about 30 minutes of fighting the vegetation, the trail clears leading up to an old stone house.

OOC: Forgive me, I forgot my description earlier. Salvitore is 30 years old, 6 feet tall, weighs 220 pounds, and has an athletic build. He wears the armor that the city furnished him when he joined the guards 10 years ago.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Placing his last taunt on a grimy ally wall Cervantes smiled. "There now. Thats done. Now to see about the girls..." He muttered to himself as he expertly climbed to a roof and took a look about. Cervantes had drew in the deepest scent of the one called Vixen. She would be the easiest to find again. He set off in search of her, hoping the tin man would find his trail of taunts, it would be upsetting if all that work were for naught...

OOC: Can you get ahold of me Moneytalks? I would like to confer with you on some stuff...