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Post by jarahamee on Oct 8, 2022 13:33:09 GMT -6
John laps the alcohol from the broken bottle that the pigs got into. While he only had a small taste of the wine, he immediately felt the effects. His inhibitions lift away, and he immediately feels a little bit sleepy.
Ash wanders into the storage hut. The hut is filled with butchering implements and spare tools for farming. There is a single cracked spear set against the wall.
Vincent asks the swineherd if he can have a pig. The boy in turn rubs his nose abs looks at the pigs gathered by his feet.
“Well, I’m not supposed to lose them but we still have some of Gaille’s meat left inside. Maybe it’s enough.”
He gestures inside his hut. Within the hut is simple, with a floor of rush reeds and straw, and hanging from the ceiling is a variety of herbs and flowers, and several dark cuts of smoked and salted meat, including an entire ham hock.
August questions the Winemaker.
“We give the wine as tribute to the King. I don’t know if I can consider it much of a sale. His men will probably come for it when he feels it is time. I’m Orla. Good to meet you.”
She offers him a small bunch of grapes and smiles genuinely.
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Post by indeath on Oct 8, 2022 16:59:47 GMT -6
((August attempts to chew and swallow the small grapes with instant regret. Items: Holy balm, spade, 2x bottles of wine.))
“Good ta meet ya. Bombaroo! Thanks… These look darn uh delicious.”
August took the grapes and popped five of the buggers in his mouth and chewed. Or at least how he remembered chewing, it had been a while and he wasn’t sure if he was remembering right. They tasted like sour ash in his mouth, tastebuds that were now aligned to a very different substance.
“Mmmmm so darn good! Like err a party in me mouth…”
He swallowed hard with instant regret, he could feel his body rejecting them already. It took a lot of will power not to throw them up.
“The king huh? How come he ain’t sendin’ knights for this manticore?”
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Post by jarahamee on Oct 8, 2022 18:10:02 GMT -6
The woman shakes her head at August.
“The King is under no obligation to take care of us. He takes and punishes if we do not deliver.”
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Post by hadopelagic on Oct 8, 2022 18:40:26 GMT -6
(OOC: Una questions Fedlimid. Items: Flint.)
Una sat cross-legged in front of Fedlimid and her candles. She rested her chin on one hand and looked up, thoughtful.
"I'm not sure why we're here," she admitted, "but here we are, and we want to help. When did you first learn of the beast? What has life been like since he arrived? How are you coping? You must have a story to share."
She leaned forward, rolling her fingertips against her knees, tippy tap.
"Fedlimid, tell me a story of the manticore--a story you think I should know--and I'll share a secret with you. How's that for an exchange?"
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Post by jarahamee on Oct 8, 2022 19:08:07 GMT -6
Fedlimid answers Una, drawing a breath first. She picks up a candle and hands it to Una.
“At first, we did not know what had come for us. The beast took only our dogs first and our pigs, then a child. Then a woman, and when we searched the moors for it, a man. Eventually it began to prowl night and day, striking whenever we left the village, then within the village. In the beginning being in groups protected us, then no more. We built our defenses but it won’t be long before it finds its way past those too. That is our story. Our village of twenty is now a village of seven.”
She looks at Una somberly.
“It comes for small lights but torches ward it off for a little while. We don’t think it likes great flames but that is not sustainable for us.”
She hands Una a candle.
“Be careful when you light it. Make sure either the Beast cannot see it or you want it to come.”
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Post by beastly on Oct 8, 2022 19:10:59 GMT -6
((Vincent is willing to take what he can get and thanks the kid. He goes into the hut and looks over the ham hock.)) ((Items: Flint))
The hunter considered the boy's words. While a whole pig would have been more useful, they could probably get by with just meat. He hadn't ever heard of manticores being terribly picky creatures about freshness. The guard had said something about light also attracting the monster, the combination would probably work to be an efficient lure. Worst came to worst, his own blood could add a more 'fresh scent' if he felt he needed it, it was a trick he employed often, although he was loathe to do that near a vampire that wasn't his target.
"I think that will still work. Thank you."
Vincent went into the hut and looked over the ham hock.
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Post by jarahamee on Oct 8, 2022 19:24:47 GMT -6
Vincent finds the hamhock looks very appetizing, despite its less than modern method of preservation. It’s a sizable amount of meat and the closer he is to it, the better it smells.
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Post by tsukikoko on Oct 8, 2022 19:54:18 GMT -6
[OOC: Go home John, you're drunk.]
Immediately, the effects of this wonderful drink began to seep their wondrous fingers into John's psyche. He felt far better than he had done throughout any of this godforsaken situation. But perhaps this drink was worth the aggravation. To have been affected by so little, no less! It must be the highest quality.
With a long, toothy yawn and a stretch of his slender body, the Kumiho considered finding a warm, cozy spot to settle down into. A heady sense of self-assurance and contentedness, coupled with boozy fatigue, flowed through his system.
He floated across to August and the scrumptious maiden who'd been apparently responsible for such a wondrous concoction. A shame it would be, to kill her. Then she wouldn't be able to make any more of it. Oh but she did smell so heavenly.
John brushed up against the woman, yawned again and nearly fell over, only to decide the floor was actually probably quite comfortable and curled up down there.
No wonder the pigs had gone to sleep.
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Post by indeath on Oct 8, 2022 20:48:29 GMT -6
((August laughs at John, calls out the king then asks the guard a question. Items: Balm, spade, 2x wine.))
August laughed heartedly at the antics of the fox, little red prick tears forming in his eyes. It wouldn’t surprise him if the whole village heard.
“Well at least we know ya wine will do the trick, Orla! He’s completely blotto… Silly Mr. Fox! I’m sorry ya got such a dud king. You deserve his protection. No worries though, we’ll protect ya!”
August moved back to the guard with a thought in his head.
“Excuse me, sir. Do ya have any weapons we can use or wood we can fashion into spikes?”
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Post by beastly on Oct 8, 2022 20:58:23 GMT -6
((Vince takes the ham hock and thanks the kid before going to see what weapons he can dig up.)) ((Items: ham hock, flint))
As the Hunter got closer he could smell the ham, and he felt less like he was going to need to add his blood to make a scent carry out to the monster. This would do just fine. He set about removing the meat from the ceiling, and stepped out.
He looked around, and decided to go take a look at the weapons. Before he did so, he stopped awkwardly by the kid and his herd of pigs.
"Thank you. We will make sure the monster is killed."
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Post by jarahamee on Oct 9, 2022 1:22:25 GMT -6
Una acquires a candle from Fedlimid the Candlemaker.
Ash acquires some butchering implements.
John falls asleep next to Orla the Winemaker. She pats his head delicately and puts a small handful of dried pork next to him in a bowl, as if this was an acceptable offering for the Kumiho.
Vincent takes the hamhock. It’s a heavy cut of meat and requires one’s full attention to move the large piece to wherever he decides to take it.
The Swineherd thanks him with a big smile.
August approaches the guard, who turns to face him;
“There are some butchering implements in the shed. I don’t think you will be able to make enough spikes out of the wood we have, but we have a few pieces for making torches in the Pitchtapper’s hut (E).”
The mummy meanwhile has wandered towards the scarred man working on the tree(E). It picks up a jug and examines it, before bringing it to the tree the man is gathering from.
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Post by tsukikoko on Oct 9, 2022 17:19:17 GMT -6
[OOC: He sleep. He wake. He partake.]
The light touch of someone patting his head near roused John from his alcohol-induced slumber, but he only twitched and curled more tightly into a ball, his own tail coming to lay across his face.
In the end it was the meaty smell of pork, close enough that his twitching nose near collided with the bowl when he turned his sleeping head, that steadily woke the fox. He raised his head, blinked down at the bowl. Wonderful, came the sarcastic thought, I'm still here. Whatever food had been placed beside him was a meager offering but, while not liver, perhaps this dried flesh would curb enough of John's hunger that he wouldn't constantly fixate upon the winemaker; after all, he didn't have much choice and couldn't afford to attack her. There were too many people. He was too vulnerable. Too mortal.
So the Kumiho reached out with his jaws and snapped up a piece of pork, casting a glance about at the rest of his group; he supposed he would have to help them before long, if he wanted to get anywhere in this place.
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Post by indeath on Oct 9, 2022 18:12:56 GMT -6
((Ooc: August thanks the guard then goes to E to talk to the guy and see what Leo is getting at with the jug. He vomits the grapes.))
“Thanks a bunch!”
August made a funny gurgling sound as the grapes made another attempt to come up. He swallowed hard despite the discomfort.
He saw Leo with the jug going to the pitchtapper which piked his interest. He had no idea what a pitchtapper was. Leo seem to know what was going on so if he was showing the jug to the guy, it had to be important. He jogged over, the undigested grapes rising in his non-existent gullet. Nope. He threw up, the small amount of grapes landing with blood onto the ground. How darn embarrassing. August felt awful both physically and mentally.
He walked it off, wiping the blood from his mouth with a bit of his robe. Maybe nobody noticed.
He smiled uneasily at the man and mummy.
“Hi there Mr. Pitchtapper, we’re here ta hunt the manticore. Do ya have anythin’ we can use? Ah don’t mind Leo… Whatcha doin’, Sir Mummy?”
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Post by kilnarak on Oct 9, 2022 20:05:41 GMT -6
[ OOC: Ash will bring out the weapons/butcher implements he found and offer them to the August, Una, and Vince/John. He tries to be helpful! ]
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Post by beastly on Oct 9, 2022 21:09:32 GMT -6
((Vince tries to find a spot for leg)) ((Items: pig leg, flint))
Vincent hadn't banked on how damn heavy the leg would be. He looked for a safe spot to put it down to regroup with the others, really only able to think about how heavy the leg was. He saw Ash had weapons, but couldn’t take one with his arms full.
"That's good."
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