OOC: Oh my word! I'm so glad yall are ok. That's really scarry.
IC: *Huddling in the forest surrounded by total strangers with war and monsters all around Tasha feels scared,alone, andwishes that Tall Wymond had come with her.*
OOC: Well, I was pretty far out of the path.
IC: The soldiers attempt to help Tasha with the dark wolf, but there are too many other civilians and they have to bring them to safety. Shadow Warriors HQ (Shadow Kingdom Location)
The dark wolf turns his attention on Tasha and starts to overpower her. Only the strength of a werewolf can match a dark wolf...she hears voices..."give in"...
OOC: Before I continue this, to clarify the voice is the dark wolfs or the curse?
There is a single grey wolf standing in her way. Is that wolf wearing...an eyepatch?
Alpida tries to go around it. If it continues obstructing her, she attacks. Shadow Warriors HQ (Shadow Kingdom Location)
As she runs around it, she hears the word Greyling being spoken...by herself. Blaze shouts across the forest at her, still pinned under the undead wolf. "Alpida! I don't suppress the curse! I use" The zombie wolf slices a paw through his jugular. Blaze's body bursts into flames, burning the zombie wolf with him.
The eyepatch-wearing wolf whines and licks Alpida's hand.
OOC: Before I continue this, to clarify the voice is the dark wolfs or the curse?
OOC: The curse
OOC: Neato. Also feel free to change this post up if there are any inconsistencies with the way you want people to transform.
IC: Tasha's not sure where the voices are coming from. Her vission starts to blurr and head starts to ach. The place she got scratched starts to burn like fire. "Ahh!" The pain clears her head some and she's still able to keep the dark wolf from killing her... yet. The flame like sensation starts to spread up her leg and into her torso. Her yelling grows. She starts to spasm as the curse grows stronger.
Post by TheNebulousMysteryRider on Jan 31, 2022 1:15:21 GMT
Along the beaten dirt path, a troop of armored soldiers circling a covered cart emerge from the horizon. Breaking formation, General Breel turns his steed aside and points his sword in the direction of the navigator, eyeing him with contempt. "Are you positive this is the correct route? I don't recall the trees appearing this way."
The navigator smiles, revealing a set of broken teeth. "Of curse I knewsh the way, I grewsh up nearby herse."
Rolling his eyes, Breel hears howling and raises a hand, halting the procession. Urging his horse forward, he slowly creeps up the hill and views the shocking scene. Riding back down, he grabs the worn map from the navigator's hands and hastily scans the ink markings.
One of the soldiers breaks his silence to inquire of this sudden change in demeanor. "General, what's wrong? What happened?"
A second chimes in. "Is that Rose lady back?"
Lips quivering, Breel gasps in horror. "You fOoL!" Smacking the navigator across the head with the hilt of his sword, Breel screams out hoarsely. "You've taken us into the Shadow's territory! We're heading to the wrong port!"
The navigator turns his helmet backwards to cover his face and pleads his defense. "You says take us tewsh port, so I'm takings youesh tuh one I used tewsh works at. Dats the only ones I know of!"
Breel batters him a second time. "We'll be off schedule now! That 'port' is more than a month journey! The ship's probably left already! Where will we find another when we get there, tell me that!"
The growls of an unknown creature silence any further talk. Throwing the map back at the navigator, Breel clears his throat and orders his men to tighten the circle around the cart.
OOC: Neato. Also feel free to change this post up if there are any inconsistencies with the way you want people to transform.
IC: Tasha's not sure where the voices are coming from. Her vission starts to blurr and head starts to ach. The place she got scratched starts to burn like fire. "Ahh!" The pain clears her head some and she's still able to keep the dark wolf from killing her... yet. The flame like sensation starts to spread up her leg and into her torso. Her yelling grows. She starts to spasm as the curse grows stronger.
OOC: Any how you'd like is really fine.
IC: Just give in, and you won't feel the pain...stop fighting already, Tasssshaaaa...!
Along the beaten dirt path, a troop of armored soldiers circling a covered cart emerge from the horizon. Breaking formation, General Breel turns his steed aside and points his sword in the direction of the navigator, eyeing him with contempt. "Are you positive this is the correct route? I don't recall the trees appearing this way."
The navigator smiles, revealing a set of broken teeth. "Of curse I knewsh the way, I grewsh up nearby herse."
Rolling his eyes, Breel hears howling and raises a hand, halting the procession. Urging his horse forward, he slowly creeps up the hill and views the shocking scene. Riding back down, he grabs the worn map from the navigator's hands and hastily scans the ink markings.
One of the soldiers breaks his silence to inquire of this sudden change in demeanor. "General, what's wrong? What happened?"
A second chimes in. "Is that Rose lady back?"
Lips quivering, Breel gasps in horror. "You fOoL!" Smacking the navigator across the head with the hilt of his sword, Breel screams out hoarsely. "You've taken us into the Shadow's territory! We're heading to the wrong port!"
The navigator turns his helmet backwards to cover his face and pleads his defense. "You says take us tewsh port, so I'm takings youesh tuh one I used tewsh works at. Dats the only ones I know of!"
Breel batters him a second time. "We'll be off schedule now! That 'port' is more than a month journey! The ship's probably left already! Where will we find another when we get there, tell me that!"
The growls of an unknown creature silence any further talk. Throwing the map back at the navigator, Breel clears his throat and orders his men to tighten the circle around the cart.
OOC: Would you like me to play as the creature/interact?
Along the beaten dirt path, a troop of armored soldiers circling a covered cart emerge from the horizon. Breaking formation, General Breel turns his steed aside and points his sword in the direction of the navigator, eyeing him with contempt. "Are you positive this is the correct route? I don't recall the trees appearing this way."
The navigator smiles, revealing a set of broken teeth. "Of curse I knewsh the way, I grewsh up nearby herse."
Rolling his eyes, Breel hears howling and raises a hand, halting the procession. Urging his horse forward, he slowly creeps up the hill and views the shocking scene. Riding back down, he grabs the worn map from the navigator's hands and hastily scans the ink markings.
One of the soldiers breaks his silence to inquire of this sudden change in demeanor. "General, what's wrong? What happened?"
A second chimes in. "Is that Rose lady back?"
Lips quivering, Breel gasps in horror. "You fOoL!" Smacking the navigator across the head with the hilt of his sword, Breel screams out hoarsely. "You've taken us into the Shadow's territory! We're heading to the wrong port!"
The navigator turns his helmet backwards to cover his face and pleads his defense. "You says take us tewsh port, so I'm takings youesh tuh one I used tewsh works at. Dats the only ones I know of!"
Breel batters him a second time. "We'll be off schedule now! That 'port' is more than a month journey! The ship's probably left already! Where will we find another when we get there, tell me that!"
The growls of an unknown creature silence any further talk. Throwing the map back at the navigator, Breel clears his throat and orders his men to tighten the circle around the cart.
OOC: Would you like me to play as the creature/interact?
OOC: Yes, I had your character in mind. Unless I read your post wrong and he isn't in animal form anymore.
OOC: Neato. Also feel free to change this post up if there are any inconsistencies with the way you want people to transform.
IC: Tasha's not sure where the voices are coming from. Her vision starts to blur, and head starts to ach. The place she got scratched starts to burn like fire. "Ahh!" The pain clears her head some and she's still able to keep the dark wolf from killing her... yet. The flame like sensation starts to spread up her leg and into her torso. Her yelling grows. She starts to spasm as the curse grows stronger.
OOC: Any how you'd like is really fine.
IC: Just give in, and you won't feel the pain...stop fighting already, Tasssshaaaa...!
"I.....i....." Tasha grows still and quiet as she gets to week to fight. Surrenders to the curse.
IC: Just give in, and you won't feel the pain...stop fighting already, Tasssshaaaa...!
"I.....i....." Tasha grows still and quiet as she gets to week to fight. Surrenders to the curse.
It is horrible...but what glorious horrible it is! Power courses through Tasha's veins as she drops her knife and collapses to the ground writhing. She is fine moments later...more than fine, she feels better than she ever has before. The dark wolf pounces on her once again, attempting to finish her for good.
OOC: Blaze looks as though he was killed...would you like me to attack with a different creature for now?
OOC: woops. I suppose so. What exactly is happening then?
OOC: A final showdown between the evil wolves and everyone else.
IC: The creature shows itself. It is a hellhound, a black skeleton with flaming eyes, fire rolling off of its back. Behind them, a second wolf materializes. It is an arctic wolf, made of pure ice. Fire and ice. They bare their teeth and charge.
"I.....i....." Tasha grows still and quiet as she gets to week to fight. Surrenders to the curse.
It is horrible...but what glorious horrible it is! Power courses through Tasha's veins as she drops her knife and collapses to the ground writhing. She is fine moments later...more than fine, she feels better than she ever has before. The dark wolf pounces on her once again, attempting to finish her for good.
Tasha growlsmenacingly and turns sharply to meet the attacking dark wolf. She slashes and bights at it. In a growling voice that sounds more powerful and aggressive then her human one had sounded she tells the wolf. "Run. I don't want to have to kill you."
OOC: woops. I suppose so. What exactly is happening then?
OOC: A final showdown between the evil wolves and everyone else.
IC: The creature shows itself. It is a hellhound, a black skeleton with flaming eyes, fire rolling off of its back. Behind them, a second wolf materializes. It is an arctic wolf, made of pure ice. Fire and ice. They bare their teeth and charge.
IC: Breel pulls out his sword, shaking at the eerie looking creature coming towards them. From the corner of his mouth, he whispers his men. "Half of you pull back with the cart, and Sir Gerd-*sigh* I'll expect you in the mines when we get back."
Riding an inch forward, Breel clears his throat and addresses the creatures. "Do you know a path out to the next town?" His horse reels back as the wolves jump forward, digging their claws in the dirt and gnashing their fangs.
Sir Gerd the Navigator cowers. "What makes you think they speak?"
Breel throws him a look before swinging his sword high and thrusting it at the creatures, a warning for them to stay back.
