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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 9, 2015 18:28:20 GMT -5
He kept moving, like Azrael on Passover. There was no thrill for him on slaughtering sheep...not anymore. He preferred game with teeth. Azlethon continues his advance, until he sees some sort of event hall looking building. He hears some sort of gathering going on.
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Post by Raven Umber on Aug 9, 2015 18:34:50 GMT -5
Mina continues, trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness, covering her nose the back of her hand. She was curious about the noise but still tried to be quiet and sneak to hopefully some light.
(Sneaking 75)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 9, 2015 18:38:50 GMT -5
The black air is hopelessly impenetrable. Mina hears the sound growing louder as she gets closer. It sounds like an animal or something hitting a chain. She sees no sign of light anywhere. The smell is getting worse and worse.
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Post by Raven Umber on Aug 9, 2015 18:42:00 GMT -5
Her stomach still churning as she moved forward towards the noise. She struggled to take breaths with each step, fighting off the urge to wretch her stomach contents.
Thinking to herself,"What is the root of the Gods awful stench?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 9, 2015 18:47:18 GMT -5
Her lead hand touches rotten flesh. It feels like a human forearm. A small one.
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Post by Raven Umber on Aug 9, 2015 18:53:12 GMT -5
"What the fu--", she whispered. It was mushy flesh in her fingers, the contact and her having a small idea that it was a child made her stomach finally give way. Mina wretched for a few minutes spitting the remains on the ground.
Not knowing if she should continue or just turn back to get real air in her lungs.
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Post by Kurts on Aug 9, 2015 19:41:53 GMT -5
"Azlethon continues his advance, until he sees some sort of event hall looking building. He hears some sort of gathering going on. He looked for somewhere he could observe the gathering without being seen, a loft or window to climb.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Aug 9, 2015 20:10:14 GMT -5
Leland had moved off into another direction, his hatchets held in front of him ready to be thrown or used to cleave someone.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 9, 2015 20:26:34 GMT -5
Mine hears movement behind. Her, something cat quick and nearly silent. It is too dark to see.
Letho finds a tree and peers at the gathering. A half dozen men and women are chanting around a cook pot, the stew in it of unknown origin.
Leland sees the fisherman, and his pole...has no line attached to it.
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Post by Kurts on Aug 9, 2015 20:58:43 GMT -5
Letho continues watching, thankful his belly was full of crawfish at the sight of the stew. He listened in, trying to overhear what he could.
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Post by Raven Umber on Aug 9, 2015 20:59:11 GMT -5
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Mina draws both her daggers, listening again. If it, whatever it is decides to attack her, hopefully she can strike it.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 9, 2015 22:29:13 GMT -5
Letho hears the group discussing the next time, they will be heading farther north. Going to civilized areas," is the quote. "See what city boy tastes like."
Mina hears a sudden rush as she is attacked! The fight is on in the darkness.
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Post by Kurts on Aug 9, 2015 22:32:04 GMT -5
He counts their number, listening is silence as he resisted the urge to loose a bolt, reminding himself that they were the symptom and the witch was the disease.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Aug 9, 2015 23:18:30 GMT -5
Leland wonders what the hell the man is doing without a line in his pole, he tries to see if there is anywhere else to go before going for the fisherman.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 10, 2015 4:36:59 GMT -5
Leland doesn't see anything else. The fisherman is clearly deranged. As he now heads weird singing. Letho hears the six chanting some nameless chant, and after a time it's clear it's a mantra of some sort. He sees them drawing charcoal outlines on the floor.
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