Boros
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Post by Boros on Apr 20, 2018 9:12:01 GMT
Pete knew it was over, his limo body being dragged towards the river. He knew there was no hope now. He tried to thank Daven for his aid, but he was too far away.
"Well... Fuck all of you." And he accepted his death. "Tell Barley I love her. Tell her to burn down that fuxking farm."
And thus the world would lose not only a pyromaniac. It lost a young man man with hopes and dreams. The only man who had ever respected and truly loved Barley. The only one who might have called the Rapist Harlan a friend...
Some leagues away an old one armed and one eyed man woke up sweating from his sleep. He felt like another part of him had been cut off. An unknown sorrow filled his heart, for he knew that something was wrong. If he had ever hoped to find a son that he liked (unlike fucking Willem) that opportunity was now gone.
Oh no, nevermind, it was just a fart. He took a swing of his bedside wine cup and went back to sleep.
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The Raven
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Post by The Raven on Apr 20, 2018 13:34:25 GMT
Flooded with terror, Harlan fought to swallow the lump in his throat. He had seen horror before... hell, he had been that horror for countless women. However he had never witnessed anything like this. Carving up another man and serving him for supper, where does that get fun? Fighting the fear resonating through his legs, Harlan forced himself to make a move. He backed away from the door as silently as possible, turning the corner of the barn so as to conceal himself behind the wall. He thought to call out to his companions in warning, but self preservation kept his tongue. (Stealth: 40) After hiding the boat down the river and approaching through the forest, it was the simplest thing for Barley to find her noisy companions brawling by the river. She could make out Donal in his chainmail tossing Pete into the Red Fork and Alyn covered in mud, but before she could approach them, she spied two things that gave her pause. The first was the sight of Harlan at the barn, the foolish mummer who must have found fresh horrors foreign to the stage or bed. He was moving slowly, tediously against the side of the barn, and creeping away from the brightly lit entrance. Nothing seemed to follow him from the door though. The second sight was of the search party coming from the house. Both men bore crossbows, with one of them sitting on a horse as it moved to approach from a different angle than his companion. The second man was already crouched and ready in the bushes, with Barley clearly making out three well-trained hounds beside him. For whatever reason, their postures reminded Barley more of a hunt than an ambush. (Barley has the option of warning the others from her position at risk to herself.)
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Harlan
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Post by Harlan on Apr 20, 2018 15:30:22 GMT
Harlan looks to see if there is an alternative way into the barn, one that would allow him to remain concealed.
(Observation: 30)
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Apr 20, 2018 15:44:32 GMT
Pete's attack on Donal had surprised Pete but he had expected the incident to turn into a minor brawl. Alyn's intervention had particularly shocked him. Tim and Pete hadn't been friends - far from it - yet it chilled Tim's bones to see Pete killed so brutally. It could so easily have been him.
After a moment, he managed to rouse himself to speak, though his head ached with the stress of the recent events.
"What we gonna do now?" He asked the others. Then he added "'Where's 'Arlan?"
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Apr 20, 2018 15:55:32 GMT
After disposing of Pete into the river, Donal turned and looked back to the group, ignoring whatever Tim was saying, assuming it to be the start of another tale about how he had once taught a Prince how to swim at this very spot of the river or something similarly far fetched.
"Does anyone else have problems with me they'd like resolved?" He called out to the group. "Or can we start this fucking job?"
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Barley
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Post by Barley on Apr 20, 2018 16:02:27 GMT
Screw all of the others, Barley though, watching as they tossed Pete’s body into the river, for all she knew they’d just turned on him when he’d come back and that was not going to be her, why should she risk her life for these idiots, satisfied at Daven walking away, the only one right now she cared if they lived or died.
She moved over to Harlan by the barn to see what he was up to, much ,ore comfortable herself with stealth than assault.
She wasn’t trying to startle him as she approached and instead, and moved where he could see her coming.
She made a shrugging gesture that seemed to mime “what are you doing?”
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The Raven
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Post by The Raven on Apr 20, 2018 18:46:14 GMT
Everyone but Donal can hear the sound of barking dogs approaching, and can adequately judge their direction. No one sees the enemy just yet.
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Harlan finds a ladder leading up the barn wall to some sort of interior loft. He also sees Barley before she reaches him. Inside, Bael's monstrous child keeps singing.
"Down to the pub for a two copper ale The bread on the counter is going stale If I don't get some fresh bread soon Gonna punch you in your face and bark at the moon Aye aye aye, sharpen your boot, and bludgeon your eye Aye aye aye, the Seven Hills bring a tear to me eye"
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Apr 20, 2018 19:12:30 GMT
"Shit," Tim muttered, upon hearing the dogs. "Quick, we gotta hide, and not let 'em get our smell."
He looked around for a good hiding place/
Observation 28
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The Raven
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Post by The Raven on Apr 20, 2018 19:14:39 GMT
"Shit," Tim muttered, upon hearing the dogs. "Quick, we gotta hide, and not let 'em get our smell." He looked around for a good hiding place/ Observation 28 He finds none close at hand, save the Red Fork itself.
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Harlan
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Post by Harlan on Apr 20, 2018 19:25:04 GMT
Noticing Barley approaching, Harlan put a finger to his lips, warning her to be quiet. When she was within arms reach, he grabbed her and forced her to hide behind the wall next to him. It was obvious by the sweat on his brow and his wide eyes that something was bothering Harlan.
“K... k... Cannibals,” he struggled to say. “They’re fucking cannibals.” His voice shook under the weight of his words. “Old man Bael is hacking up townspeaople and feeding them to a gollum.”
Harlan makes a move with his head, motioning toward the barn at his back, from which resonates the monster’s terrible song.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Apr 20, 2018 19:27:46 GMT
Tim approached the river and looked for a place that wasn't deep, since he couldn't swim. Perhaps he could find an overhang in the bank to hide beneath.
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Barley
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Post by Barley on Apr 20, 2018 19:38:59 GMT
“Really, Harlan” she whispered, not believing the cannibalism, it seemed far too far fetched abd to be this close to the town... no. Was he punishing her for going to the Islet? She’d thought at least one of them would be more mature.
With a sigh, she tried to creep to the barn door to take a look at this so called cannibal.
Stealth 55
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Apr 20, 2018 21:25:47 GMT
"Shit," Tim muttered, upon hearing the dogs. "Quick, we gotta hide, and not let 'em get our smell." He looked around for a good hiding place/ Observation 28 Donal saw Tim was muttering something, and given he had just asked for vocalizations of issues with him, he took that to be what was going on. "Got something to say, say it like a man." He snapped. "At least Pete had the balls to do that."
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Harlan
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Post by Harlan on Apr 20, 2018 21:46:26 GMT
Harlan tried to stop Barley, but she slipped from his fingers when she went to look for herself. He wanted to scream at her and make her believe, but his tongue remained frozen in his mouth.
Frantically he turned to the ladder and grabbed it with both hands. Fear overwhelmed him like a crushing weight, keeing his feet locked to the ground. He had to fight to make the first step, and then every step afterwards. Slowly he ascended the ladder up to the loft, keeping his head low so he could peek inside without being noticed.
(Observation: 30)
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Apr 20, 2018 21:49:19 GMT
Realisng Donal was taking to him, Tim turned and said "'ide from the dogs, fool." He waded into the water and continued searching for a good hiding spot. As before, he hoped to find an overhang in the bank where he could conceal himself, since he couldn't swim.
Observation 28
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