Cult hunting
Re: Cult hunting
Ashenfury quickly walked to Nika and observed the protruding arrow. Without a second thought he reached down and snapped the arrow off roughly. He then fished in his pack and brought out a half emptied bladder. He squeezed the bladder and poured a foul alcoholic drink on the wound before nodding and setting off to speak with Therean.
Re: Cult hunting
((Reposting this under this accoun becuase I don't think it was seen before.))
Zelity walks up to the cell purposefully until she rounds the corner spotting all the people inside. She freezes midstep and blinks. "No no no....the numbers were right!? This can't be!" she nearly yells frantically before turning around to try and leave before the "cultists" get her.
Zelity walks up to the cell purposefully until she rounds the corner spotting all the people inside. She freezes midstep and blinks. "No no no....the numbers were right!? This can't be!" she nearly yells frantically before turning around to try and leave before the "cultists" get her.
Re: Cult hunting
Nyali grunted on the bed. It was soft. She felt around herself, groaning as she tried to move into a fetal position. Voices floated about her. They were gentle and soft. What was the ploy? With horror she realized that the voices were people she knew, even though she could not put names to them. She whimpered and shook her head. Her hands were numb, but she felt around with them.
She shivered and opened her mouth. She inhaled the scents around her. They seemed clean. She huddled in a fetal position. She seemed confused as muscles around her shut eyes darted around. She growled softly. This was their game, and she would not play along.
She reached out for the creature she smelled. The Image flickered in her mind, and she hissed as if in pain. She growled and continued reaching for it. It may be dead, but it smelled so alive. Something in her head whispered that They were just playing with her. She knew it was true. But why fight it any more? She slumped slightly, moving her head down to face the pillow. The familiar scents hit her like a mammoth. They were good.
She shivered and opened her mouth. She inhaled the scents around her. They seemed clean. She huddled in a fetal position. She seemed confused as muscles around her shut eyes darted around. She growled softly. This was their game, and she would not play along.
She reached out for the creature she smelled. The Image flickered in her mind, and she hissed as if in pain. She growled and continued reaching for it. It may be dead, but it smelled so alive. Something in her head whispered that They were just playing with her. She knew it was true. But why fight it any more? She slumped slightly, moving her head down to face the pillow. The familiar scents hit her like a mammoth. They were good.
Re: Cult hunting
"Nyali..." Therean mouthed the words as he beheld the smashed troll. The horror opened a floodgate, and the faces and surrounds of that dungeon became fresh to him. "What have they done?" he murmured as he took a knee beside her. Though not fully expecting her to understand, and perhaps talking more to himself, Therean whispered intently to the brutalised druidess, "Vengeance Nyali. You survived this; now wield it as a weapon. Grim or no, I am by your side; we will make them pay."