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realmofstories2018-11-27 08:34 pm
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Entry tags:
second hunt ⚔ scene 2 and sub quests
Characters: Rokurou Rangetsu | Huntsman (Red Riding Hood); anyone
Campaign: Hollow Christmas Carol
Format: [ brackets ]
Open
Summary: Sharing some ghost stories as Bromfred and fighting all the things including santa.
» A: SCENE 2 - GHOST STORIES BY THE FIRE «
[Rokurou had wondered if he would be cast for a role. On the one hand, it looked kind of fun, but on the other, it was probably also annoying depending on what he had to do. Seems like he lucked out with getting a fairly easy task.
After some time has past, he's going to grin and slowly snuff out some of the lamps and candles, the room darkening until it was mostly the fireplace lighting the room.]
All right, guys, I know this is supposed to be a holiday party, but I'm there's one story that has to be shared every year. —Or so that's what I was told. [By the journal. Hell if he knows what the actual traditions are for this "Christmas" deal.
With a bottle of alcohol in one hand, he pulls up a chair by the fire and turns it around so that he his arms rest over the back.]
This town has a legend about a Headless Horseman. But who is this guy? A monster? Ghost? Daemon? [He grins before taking a sip of his drink, wetting his lips a bit before he really goes into it.] I've actually seen it, the Headless Horseman from this story. It was just before we were knocked out and sent here.
I've been through all over those woods earlier, and I actually saw a trail of hoof prints. I'm sure you guys have heard the sounds, too—a horse neighing, like someone galloping through it. But that's all I found—the prints. No bent branches, no overturned earth, no droppings. I kept following them until I a fog suddenly rolled in around me, and then—!
[Pause for dramatic effect.]
I smelled it before I saw it—the scent of death. At first I thought it was just a horse, either broken free from one of the stables or for whoever was playing the Horseman. But as I drew closer, I kept hearing this weird...drip drip sound, and the ground squelched beneath my boot. I thought maybe I had stepped on some mud, but when I looked down?
[He lowers his voice.]
It was blood. Black blood. The ground was drenched in it and I could see it flowing past me. That's when I felt a cold breath against my neck. I didn't have to look to know—the horse had stepped closer.
Now, I'm a daemon, and I've seen a lot of different monsters back from my world, including undead ones. But that horse was something I never could have imagined. Its head was just all bone, small yellow lights its eyes. Its neck was shredded muscle, the main stringy, strands of hair. Pieces of it actually dropped to the ground when it moved. The rest of its body was—well, out of consideration for the faint of heart, I'll just say it was pretty messed up, like it had been torn up and shredded apart by a large beast. Bone, skin, tissue, muscle—I don't know how it was able to stay together, but it did.
And on its back was the rider—but he was in just as bad shape. The lack of a head was obvious, but I could see he was wearing a uniform of some kind, so he had to be a soldier who died in battle. Like his horse, his body was shredded and torn up, but some of his clothes at least covered what was missing. He had a sword embedded in his back, and I could see the tip of it through his exposed ribcage. [He leans forward, a glint in his eye.] Right through his still beating, black, blood dripping heart.
[He stands now, slowly pacing the small area in front of the fireplace, its flames crackling loudly behind him.]
So we stared at each other—well, figuratively since the guy didn't have a head and the horse barely had its own. When it started to move, I reached back for my swords. It wouldn't be the first headless horseman I took down, and I was curious to see if it was all show or could actually put up a fight. But as I drew my weapons, I heard something heavy fall and a weird shuffling sound behind me.
I couldn't exactly turn around and leave myself exposed, but I couldn't ignore it, either. So tried to do a half turn, like this— [He demonstrates, pivoting on one heel just enough for the maneuver.] I could still see the horseman with one eye, but I couldn't see anything else at first. But then the shuffling sound grew louder...and louder...and louder...
Until BAM!
[HEADS UP! He suddenly reaches back in his coat pocket and throws out a small pumpkin with a carved out face towards someone in the audience.]
The bloody head of the horseman came flying at me, its toothless mouth opening wide as if to swallow me whole. It was the last thing I saw before waking up here.
[He leans against the chair and casually takes another drink of his beer.]
And that's the end of my story.
[DID HE REALLY SEE THIS? OR DID HE JUST MAKE IT UP?]
If anyone else wants to share one, go for it, but I don't think you'll be able to top that.
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» B: PROTECT THE MANOR «
[ i. dealing with the erasers ]
[After doing his part and enjoying the party, Rokurou heads outside to have some real fun: fighting things.
So he'll be found actually hunting down Erasers, even venturing a little farther away to find his prey.]
Heh, was wondering when these guys would show up. I was starting to feel a bit bored.
[Said with his usual grin as a few Erasers appear down the read leading to the manor. With a flick of his wrists, he twirls his shortswords in his hands before suddenly charging in. And this time, he'll actually fire a few shots to try and get some practice with those gunblades.
So if you happen to look outside and see some guy having fun fighting Erasers—that would be him. And if he has to fight closer to the house—don't mind the ink splatter on the windows. He'll... Nah he won't clean it.]
---
[ ii. who the hell is santa ]
[The Erasers are all well and good, but they're too easy. After finishing off another group, he hears a strange rustling sound on the roof of the manor. When he looks up... He just kind of stares.]
...Is that some fat guy trying to get in from the chimney...?
[What. Well, he doesn't remember anyone looking like that, so he's going to look around for a way up. A ladder, trellis...or should he try going up from the house and maybe from the attic window?
Or he could try shooting him. YEAH THAT'S A GREAT IDEA, sheathing his shortswords to pull out one of his greatsword rifles, kneeling down to see if he can get a shot. That backside is a very generous target at least...]
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» C: PARTY FUN + WILDCARD «
[Basically the wildcard. Rokurou will be having fun, enjoying the food, drinks, maybe joining in for the occasional group dance because why the heck not. But he can also be found sitting on the staircase to watch everyone as he quietly enjoys some drink and food. Even the wild daemon enjoys some quiet time.
But if you have any ideas or want to plot, just hit me up on Discord or![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
laenavesse.]
Campaign: Hollow Christmas Carol
Format: [ brackets ]
Open
Summary: Sharing some ghost stories as Bromfred and fighting all the things including santa.
» A: SCENE 2 - GHOST STORIES BY THE FIRE «
[Rokurou had wondered if he would be cast for a role. On the one hand, it looked kind of fun, but on the other, it was probably also annoying depending on what he had to do. Seems like he lucked out with getting a fairly easy task.
After some time has past, he's going to grin and slowly snuff out some of the lamps and candles, the room darkening until it was mostly the fireplace lighting the room.]
All right, guys, I know this is supposed to be a holiday party, but I'm there's one story that has to be shared every year. —Or so that's what I was told. [By the journal. Hell if he knows what the actual traditions are for this "Christmas" deal.
With a bottle of alcohol in one hand, he pulls up a chair by the fire and turns it around so that he his arms rest over the back.]
This town has a legend about a Headless Horseman. But who is this guy? A monster? Ghost? Daemon? [He grins before taking a sip of his drink, wetting his lips a bit before he really goes into it.] I've actually seen it, the Headless Horseman from this story. It was just before we were knocked out and sent here.
I've been through all over those woods earlier, and I actually saw a trail of hoof prints. I'm sure you guys have heard the sounds, too—a horse neighing, like someone galloping through it. But that's all I found—the prints. No bent branches, no overturned earth, no droppings. I kept following them until I a fog suddenly rolled in around me, and then—!
[Pause for dramatic effect.]
I smelled it before I saw it—the scent of death. At first I thought it was just a horse, either broken free from one of the stables or for whoever was playing the Horseman. But as I drew closer, I kept hearing this weird...drip drip sound, and the ground squelched beneath my boot. I thought maybe I had stepped on some mud, but when I looked down?
[He lowers his voice.]
It was blood. Black blood. The ground was drenched in it and I could see it flowing past me. That's when I felt a cold breath against my neck. I didn't have to look to know—the horse had stepped closer.
Now, I'm a daemon, and I've seen a lot of different monsters back from my world, including undead ones. But that horse was something I never could have imagined. Its head was just all bone, small yellow lights its eyes. Its neck was shredded muscle, the main stringy, strands of hair. Pieces of it actually dropped to the ground when it moved. The rest of its body was—well, out of consideration for the faint of heart, I'll just say it was pretty messed up, like it had been torn up and shredded apart by a large beast. Bone, skin, tissue, muscle—I don't know how it was able to stay together, but it did.
And on its back was the rider—but he was in just as bad shape. The lack of a head was obvious, but I could see he was wearing a uniform of some kind, so he had to be a soldier who died in battle. Like his horse, his body was shredded and torn up, but some of his clothes at least covered what was missing. He had a sword embedded in his back, and I could see the tip of it through his exposed ribcage. [He leans forward, a glint in his eye.] Right through his still beating, black, blood dripping heart.
[He stands now, slowly pacing the small area in front of the fireplace, its flames crackling loudly behind him.]
So we stared at each other—well, figuratively since the guy didn't have a head and the horse barely had its own. When it started to move, I reached back for my swords. It wouldn't be the first headless horseman I took down, and I was curious to see if it was all show or could actually put up a fight. But as I drew my weapons, I heard something heavy fall and a weird shuffling sound behind me.
I couldn't exactly turn around and leave myself exposed, but I couldn't ignore it, either. So tried to do a half turn, like this— [He demonstrates, pivoting on one heel just enough for the maneuver.] I could still see the horseman with one eye, but I couldn't see anything else at first. But then the shuffling sound grew louder...and louder...and louder...
Until BAM!
[HEADS UP! He suddenly reaches back in his coat pocket and throws out a small pumpkin with a carved out face towards someone in the audience.]
The bloody head of the horseman came flying at me, its toothless mouth opening wide as if to swallow me whole. It was the last thing I saw before waking up here.
[He leans against the chair and casually takes another drink of his beer.]
And that's the end of my story.
[DID HE REALLY SEE THIS? OR DID HE JUST MAKE IT UP?]
If anyone else wants to share one, go for it, but I don't think you'll be able to top that.
------------------------------------------------
» B: PROTECT THE MANOR «
[ i. dealing with the erasers ]
[After doing his part and enjoying the party, Rokurou heads outside to have some real fun: fighting things.
So he'll be found actually hunting down Erasers, even venturing a little farther away to find his prey.]
Heh, was wondering when these guys would show up. I was starting to feel a bit bored.
[Said with his usual grin as a few Erasers appear down the read leading to the manor. With a flick of his wrists, he twirls his shortswords in his hands before suddenly charging in. And this time, he'll actually fire a few shots to try and get some practice with those gunblades.
So if you happen to look outside and see some guy having fun fighting Erasers—that would be him. And if he has to fight closer to the house—don't mind the ink splatter on the windows. He'll... Nah he won't clean it.]
---
[ ii. who the hell is santa ]
[The Erasers are all well and good, but they're too easy. After finishing off another group, he hears a strange rustling sound on the roof of the manor. When he looks up... He just kind of stares.]
...Is that some fat guy trying to get in from the chimney...?
[What. Well, he doesn't remember anyone looking like that, so he's going to look around for a way up. A ladder, trellis...or should he try going up from the house and maybe from the attic window?
Or he could try shooting him. YEAH THAT'S A GREAT IDEA, sheathing his shortswords to pull out one of his greatsword rifles, kneeling down to see if he can get a shot. That backside is a very generous target at least...]
------------------------------------------------
» C: PARTY FUN + WILDCARD «
[Basically the wildcard. Rokurou will be having fun, enjoying the food, drinks, maybe joining in for the occasional group dance because why the heck not. But he can also be found sitting on the staircase to watch everyone as he quietly enjoys some drink and food. Even the wild daemon enjoys some quiet time.
But if you have any ideas or want to plot, just hit me up on Discord or