Hareveth: A Forsaken Tale

[Doomberg]

Gideon shakes his head at the shadowy figure. "We can't very well wait for nightfall. Whatever that thing is, I wholeheartedly doubt that we'll have any fighting chance against it empty handed.". He steps over to Alexis, offering a hand. "Come, or die."

[Valkrae]

The creature nears closer, it lets out another roar, one that might shake the very soul of your being. You might be able to determine some of it's features. It is exuding some sort of shadow. The shadow completely encoats the creature in its fingers.

[Kerbal22]

Alexis gulps, her eyes widening in fear once again as she's forced to chose between death or pain. Looks like it's the pain-train for her as she reaches out and grabs Gideon's hand, her "skin" instantly starting to let off steam and overwhelming agony hits her, causing her to stumble against Gideon.

[Doomberg]

Gideon grasps Alexis's hand and immediately bolts off eastward, practically dragging the woman behind him.

[hivefleetchicken]

O'Connor simply stared and watched as the others panicked around him, his fists maintained in front of his face.

He knew these elves and shadowy sorcerers weren't to be trusted - a strange, blurry memory reminded him of this, and this only, and he decided to keep his distance from them both.

When the monstrous creature was heard, however, he instantly removed his attention from the smaller threats around him and focused on the shadowy figure forming along the horizon.

He placed his hands firmly on his shoulders, ripping his sleeves off of his shirt to form a rough tank top. Having no other place to put them, he tied one of the sleeves around his arm, fashioning an armband of it, and tossed the other to the ground.

He could do nothing but grit his teeth and stare back towards the creature manifesting itself a short distance from the group as he backed up into Inis.

"No weapons?" O'Connor quickly muttered through clenched teeth.

[Kerbal22]

Alexis can barely keep up as she's dragged along by Gideon, already she can feel her strength sapping, having to use all of it to keep herself from withering under the assault of photons from the star the planet orbited.

[Gollee]

"No weapons, yet." Inis sprints towards the tree that the shadowy figure had been sheltering under, snatching up a long, thin piece of deadwood, twirling it experimentally, and then chasing after Alexis and Gideon, away from the shadow-beast.

[hivefleetchicken]

The Corporal stared at the beast, slowly backing away.

Seeing Inis run, he realized he wasn't going to make it out alive on his own for now, and without another word, he turned around and gripped Cain by his shirt collar, yanking him along with as they sprinted after the others.

"We're falling back!" He finally shouted to the other human as they shot through the grass and leapt over creeks, trying to keep up with the others.

[Gollee]

Inis runs flat out after Alexis and Gideon, flitting through the low grass; the village grew larger as they approached it, individual structures becoming more distinct.

[canon35]

Cain quickly pulled himself from Malcolm's grip and began to sprint towards the village with the others whilst yelling "Fucking hellhole! This is just fucking dandy!"

[hivefleetchicken]

O'Connor sprinted up beside Cain, trying to keep up the pace, and cursing under his breath as he raced onward.

"Wait the fuck up, you lousy bastards!" He screamed, grunting as tripped over a rock and hit the ground, quickly bolting to his feet and sprinting for the others.

[Kerbal22]

Alexis's vision blurs as more horrible pain overwhelms her, causing her to stumble, but recover as they finally reach a building, and she hurriedly crashes inside, the soothing darkness healing her tortured body.

[Gollee]

Inis slides to a halt at the entrance to the building, turning to face the rapidly growing speck while the others get inside. She holds her makeshift stave with both hands, ready to move to action.

[Doomberg]

Gideon barrels through the nearest building's door without a second though, Alexis in tow.

[Valkrae]

The group finds cover in the otherwise abandoned village. The creature screeches overhead, apparently not even focused on them in the first place. It screams off into the distance, searching for more worthy prey.

The village itself seems relatively new, with the buildings not suffering much damage over time. Towards the middle of the town, there is what seems to be a marketplace, with various stalls, and to the right of that, a blacksmith. To the left, A large stone temple resides, and right down the center of the marketplace is a large building with no windows.

[Gollee]

Inis ducks under cover as the creature flies overhead, watching it as begins to move away, "It's leaving," She leant back against the wall, her rough stave hanging from a single hand at her side, "What now?"

[Doomberg]

Gideon watches the creature depart before surveying his surroundings carefully. He lets Alexis get over to the nearest shade, scratching his chin. "This looks empty enough. I say we head for the blacksmith's first of all. I don't like to go exploring without the feeling of steel in my hands."

[hivefleetchicken]

The Corporal jogged up to the rest of the group, kneeling over and gasping for air, and used the side of the first building to support himself. He glanced at the three others as they entered the doorway. With a curse from under his breath, he stumbled in ater them, grumbling, "Thanks... For fuggin' waiting for us..."

[canon35]

Cain leans against the building wall with The Corporal and mutters "Well, that was fuckin' great...". He slowly gets up from the wall and says "I suppose introductions are in order?" sticking his hand out towards The Corporal.

[Gollee]

Inis steps away from the wall, interposing herself between O'Connor and Cain, her eyes flashing dangerously, "And what exactly would waiting for you have achieved? Other than increasing the chance of us all getting killed? Without weapons we couldn't even attempt to take on something that big, it just isn't feasable; while everyone else ran inside, I stayed at the door, wielding a stick. If that thing had actually had a go at us, I would have been the first, and probably only line of defence stopping it eating an injured ...Woman...? And the man helping her, so if you want to keep having ago, I will just go ahead and remove you from the little internal list I am keeping of people that I consider worth helping; is this getting through, shitskull?" Inis' face is flushed, and her breathing heavy from the tirade, which had been performed at the top of her lungs. "I don't know about you, but the only things I can remember are my name, how to hit things with a stick, and that since I woke up, I have been interrogated by half a dozen people, threatened, chased by some thing, and been forced to sprint across a large stretch of land; so I am in a bad fucking mood, keep up or be left behind; I want to get home as fast as possible, and I would prefer to do it without being accosted at all sides by some pathetic, degenerate, excuse for a human who probably couldn't think his way out of a paper bag!"

[canon35]

Cain glares at Inis for a short while before walking out the building and slamming the door behind him shut. Looking around the town, he begins to walk towards the blacksmith shop.

[Doomberg]

Gideon takes the time to dust off his clothing, seeming entirely unaffected by the outburst. "In any case, the name's Gideon. I am... I was-... I don't recall. While I'd like to stay here and talk more, I'd rather not have those two snatch /all/ the weapons from over there, hmm?". With that, he heads off after Cain, to the smith's.

[Kerbal22]

Alexis curls up in a corner, rocking back and forth with fear in her eyes. "W-Where the fuck am i? W-Who are you people?" she asks, her voice deathly quiet. There are large gouts of her "flesh" carved away by the light, though, they appear to be slowly regenerating.

[Valkrae]

The blacksmith shop would be well-stocked. Swords, shields, axes and other melee weaponry are up front. However, a door in the back of the shop is closed, and locked with some sort of padlock. A picture of a gun is painted on the door.

[Chaznoodles]

Name: Arebur Steelhide.

Age: 22.

Race: Minotaur.

Fears: Losing his honour, being killed in an unworthy manner.

Likes: Honourable combat, hearty food, booze.

Dislikes: Dishonourable opponents, lies.

Short Backstory: A huge minotaur, one of the many sons of a minotaur tribe, he was taught to fight from an early age. His hands and horns became weapons, and he was brought up on the minotaur's strict code of honour and combat. During a tribal skirmish, he was locked in mortal combat with another bull minotaur, when there was a soft pop and the raging battle disappeared, to be replaced with this new setting.