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All in a night's fun


All in a night's fun

Post by Metarie on

The Setting
An acidic rain begins to fall about a half-hour before sunset.

The only decent shelter is the old church...

Re: All in a night's fun

Post by Kala on

Kala was humming softly to herself as she finally pulled the ass to a stop outside a run down building. The beast had been grumbling, to the point where he had attempted to lie down in the middle of the road a few miles back. Normally she would have simply climbed into the back of the cart and laid down beside the heavy chest that was carefully packed along side multiple books and boxes full of interesting nick knacks or ingredients of her trade. But she had felt something pulling her, calling her forth and thus had coaxed the ass to his feet and trudged along beside him until she reached what must have been the place that summoned her in such a way.

Patting him she whispered softly to him before climbing aboard the cart and searched through her supplies. It didn't take long for her to find the food sack and climbing out she attached it to the ass's halter much to his satisfaction. Making sure that he was securely tied to a nearby tree she finally turned to observe the building before her.

It was a church, or had been at some point in it's life. And while Kala didn't care so much for what is was used for, it was a common fact that churches often buried their parishioners on the land and Kala had a great interest in grave yards. She believed that souls were attracted to these resting places and there was one soul in particular she was looking for, one that would unite with the body housed and preserved in her trunk.

"Don't worry Dominque. I will find you, no matter where you are. Are you here? Was you I felt before? Do you still remember our games, our times together. Have you seen all the work I have been doing to help you? Where are you hiding?" As she walked around outside of the ruins she talked out loud, hoping someone or something would her her and perhaps guide her along the next phase of her journey.

A shiver ran down her spine, a highly unusual moment for her cloak was charmed to keep her warm or cool as she so needed it, an item that she had been quite proud to have made.

"Hello? Who is there?"

Re: All in a night's fun

Post by Metarie on

(Mary Sue alert!)

The elf had been following the cursed artifact for years. Somehow, the thing always managed to find a new home and new victims before she arrived. As far as Míré was concerned, the why behind the thing's movement was simple: human greed. Although the statue looked like malachite, the material was certainly more expensive and rare. Coupled with the curse, a lesser mind would find it hard to resist coveting and taking the gods awful thing.

Míré sighed, shifted her gear, and continued a steady pace. If the map was correct, she would arrive by nightfall and that was not the best time to arrive. She would camp outside the city limits and approach during the day. Daytime was a much safer alternative. Surveying the town, she was not surprised to find no life. A tell-tale sign if ever there was one. She would find the most likely location before the sun set, then retreat.

Scanning the buildings, a pointed tower stood above the rest and was centrally located. Of course, she would have to cross the entire town to get there. Míré's mouth formed a straight line and she narrowed her eyes. The sun would set within the hour. The elf ran.

Re: All in a night's fun

Post by Kala on

Kala gazed towards the horizon, a hopeful and eager expression clearly evident on her face. With the sun setting came the promise of hauntings and spirits, the night was theirs and she hoped that she would be welcome among them. Perhaps tonight would finally be the night when she found the right spirit, perhaps tonight would be the night when all her dreams, hopes and hard work finally came to fruition.

Her hand rested on a crumbling gravestone. She had circled the small resting place trying to decipher some of the tombstones. Most of them were falling apart. Although not all necessarily because they had caved to the passing of time. Rather it looked like someone, or perhaps something, had taken a weapon or such to some of them. Kala frowned at this thought. It was rude to disrespect the resting grounds of the dead and likely would not lead to happy spirits.

Shaking off the eerie thought Kala walked to the edge of the church grounds where she could hear her beast making a bit of a fuss over who knew what. She would go see what was the matter with the silly animal and wait by her sister until nightfall. As she walked about she failed to notice a bloody hand print smeared on the back of one of the tombstones, a warning of things to come.

Re: All in a night's fun

Post by Metarie on

Míré set a good pace, easily jogging across the town toward the kirkyard. As she neared, she paused. Two things caught her attention.

The first was a mule. The second, the unnatural looking clouds forming around the church spire and spreading rapidly across the town. Míré slowed as she neared the church. The clouds were more ominous than a mule. Single droplets began to fall, slowly as the clouds began to build and expand. A drop hit the top of her hand. Míré winced. The skin of her hand immediately began to bubble.

The rain was acidic. As if she needed this on top of everything else?

Míré made haste to the doors of the church. She would have to shelter there. Míré paused once more and moved to untie the mule. The poor creature did not deserve to be pelted by acidic rain. It could wait inside the foyer. It'd be safe there, right?

Míré winced again as another droplet unerringly found another part of her skin not covered by protective armor.

"Come on, you."

The mule let out the typical mulish heehaw, loudly filling the area with the sound. The mule's bray was one of the only sounds in the town and it was accompanied by Míré's breathing and the soft sound of steadily increasing rain.

Re: All in a night's fun

Post by Kala on

Kala felt a disturbance around her. Opening her eyes from the place that she was meditating she looked around her. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, for a run down church grave yard that is. It had started to rain since she has settled down in her little corner and she was thankful for her cloak that would keep her warm and dry. She looked up to gauge how long the storm would last and if it would be getting any worse or merely remain as a light drizzle throughout the night.

Of course she didn't get a chance to observe the signs she had been planning to for the moment that she had turned her face upwards a drop of rain had hit her face. The pain that it brought caused her to further shrink with her charmed cloak and her hand reached up to touch where the drop had fallen. She paused before she came in contact with it, it might not be a good idea to come in more contact with such an element more then she had too. Instead she stood up being careful not to expose her skin to the weather.

Several quick steps to her cart and she realized that her donkey was no longer tied up. Running towards the road she looked both ways down the street. Not seeing anyone she groaned. The town had seemed deserted, how was she to know that someone would still be around to still her animal. How was she supposed to get around now? In most situations she would be alright but there was no way she was going to be leaving the trunk behind. There was also no way she was going to be able to carry it anywhere alone.

A sound form the church made her head perk up and look around. Cautious she started walking towards the building, her body tense at who or what she might find inside.




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