canada ♔ you might make it boy but by the skin of your teeth

[adamantiumed]

WHO || Logan, Grimrot, Miles, Nels, Abigail  [Closed]
WHAT || The Knights head to a secluded village to help put an end to a dangerous disease
WHERE ||Falcon's Hollow, Canada and Darkmoon Vale
WHEN || April 21st [back dated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.

Perched at the edge of any civilized lands, the small lumber town of Falcon's Hollow has always had to rely on itself to solve its  problems.  Now the hacking coughs of the sick are heard throughout the town.  The plague has come to the Hollow, and the town is ill equipped to stop it on its own, particularly given its resistance to magic.

That's where the Knights come in, sent to assist a local herbalist in putting together enough supplies to mass produce a cure.

Comments

[cuivre]

Well that's...creepy.

[So much dnw. Though loner witch in the woods, what did he really expect?]

[theminotaur]

Understatement. [ she is not calling dibs on going first into this creepy clusterfuck. she's already wounded ok. gonna hide behind miles again. ]

[adamantiumed]

I don't think anyone's been home in awhile. [ as he steps closer, he looks at the door frame, where the moldering door has rotted off its hinges. with a 24 str check, he easily grasps it in both hands and pulls it off, tossing it aside outside the hut and looking in. his nose starts twitching from the dank reek that comes out of the musty interior immediately, but he doesn't seem to smell anyone living and nods to them to follow him.

the interior is filled with shadows. haphazardly hung shelves line the walls, covered in all manner of clay jugs, clouded bottles, strangely cut rocks, rotted bunches of herbs, and a museum of crude curios and remnants of a bone grinder's artifice. a rusted iron cauldron, with a mouth nearly 5 feet wide and a depth of nearly 3 feet, dominates the hut's single room, its ash covered surface shaped with a relief of capering fiends and leering devils.

across from the door, against the far walls, stands a high-backed chair made of wicker, the gigantic curved tusks of some monstrous beast, and thousands of human teeth. in the chair sits what looks like a corpse wrapped in filthy burial linens, its form padded with pungent herbs and sprouting patches of thick white mold. ]

[grimrot]

[Grimrot walks in after him, looking around at all the ingredients and browsing for anything that might either be useful to her or at least tell her more about what this witch was capable of, but I guess the smell is distracting her too idk (search 7).]

[cuivre]

Oh goody.

[This just keeps getting better and better. He saves a hand in front of his face as he goes inside, as if that'll help the smell and the debris filled air, and starts looking around (search 12).]

[adamantiumed]

[ as they start to root through her possessions, there's a strange noise in the middle of the room... and suddenly the cauldron? starts moving. and heads straight for miles, the upper 'lips' of it turning into a giant mouth that rolls to the side and snaps at him, but its movements are awkward and bulky, easy to avoid (atk 5).

wolvy crosses the hut in a flash, claws extending so he can slash at the cauldron (atk 28, dmg 21) ]

[theminotaur]

[ knife out before she even thinks about it, abigail jabs ineffectually at the cauldron. (atk 8) she's just really surprised/confused to be stabbing at... cauldron. and maybe half her attention is on the mummy like it's going to come alive and kill them all. ]

[cuivre]

[He turns back around toward the cauldron after it misses him, and he jabs a fist forward, trying to maybe overturn it or something? idek. how does one punch a cauldron. (atk 18, dmg 11)]

[zwy_il]

[Nels can't help but laugh out loud at the absurdity of the animated cauldron, he instinctively places his hands on his blades... but then he goes for his gun instead... but he's going to hesitate because of all the people in the melee. He's not that great with a gun.]

How do we kill a cauldron, exactly?

[grimrot]

I... I don't know!

[Which she finds, honestly, a lot more worrisome than anything else. She hates not knowing anything. Perhaps that's why, when she draws her mace, her attack is so ineffective (atk 6).]

[adamantiumed]

[ miles fist clangs into the side of the cauldron, and it attempts to 'bite' at him (atk 17), which i think juuust misses.

wolverine's claws rake against it again (atk 23/annnd a nat 20; 24+36), slicing the thing literally in half. the pieces go spinning to the ground and it comes to a final stop.

/init ] ... Like that.

[theminotaur]

If the mummy wakes up next, I quit. What were we supposed to get from the witch's house, again? [ she forgot, okay, she's wounded. ]

[zwy_il]

[Nels puts the awkward gun away, only mostly impressed by Logan's display.]

You'll have to teach me that trick someday.

[And he begins looking around with a 27.]

Some sort of pickled root, is what we're looking for... [He mutters to Abigail, as he paws through the huts contents.]

[theminotaur]

[ with that in mind, she joins in on his searching, will less skill. (search 16) ]

[adamantiumed]

[ due to the volume and disorganization of the hut, it takes them about ten minutes of searching, but finally nels comes up with the rat's tail. he also turns up some gems and statuettes. abigail finds a grotesque, amulet-like shrunken head, about six inches in diameter. ] You gonna hang that from your rear view mirror?

[theminotaur]

[ omg it's the little fucker from the prisoner of azkaban movie! it's hideous. :D ]

I'm gonna put it on Stiles' pillow with a mint.

[ #romance. jk she's going to snap a picture of it and google search shrunken head amulets and maybe see if it's evil or not before she harasses her boyfriend with it. (research 24) ]

[adamantiumed]

[ it appears to be a soulspeaker, which can repeat a message once/day, like a magic mouth spell. ] All we need are these mushrooms from the dwarven temple now. Should be easy.

[cuivre]

Don't jinx it.

[Just saying.]

[theminotaur]

Too late. [ she tucks the soulspeaker into her pocket with the ring and her phone, before she marches back out into the snow. but really, they're on a mission with abigail.

the dwarves are probably serial killers. ]

[adamantiumed]

What, you're afraid of the ghosts of some dwarves rising up to rattle some bones? [ they head back outside again, and wolverine got a nat 20 to head them in the direction of the dwarven ruins so that's a thing. he'll lead the way, and as the trees get thicker, they're going to have to walk single file at one point, so for no reason whatsoever i need to figure out what marching order is. ]

[theminotaur]

No, but I do have a tendency to attract near death experiences that leave a lot of casualties in their wake.

[ and she's still kicking. ftr. but she sticks behind logan because he's got that auto-heal thing and she's about the size of his bicep so he's easy to hide behind. ]

[grimrot]

[Grimrot goes after Abigail, frowning at her back as they walk.] People can't simply attract near death experiences. It would have to simply be bad luck, poor choices, or some sort of combination.

[theminotaur]

[ dryly: ] Yes. It was my poor choice that my dad tried to murder me. And that while I was comatose from his efforts another serial killer tried to make me a planter for his mushrooms. And also that a serial killer kept me captive in his basement for three months after leaving enough blood evidence to convince the rest of the world that I was dead.

[cuivre]

[JFC]

Well...that got dark in a hurry.

[Tact.]

[grimrot]

Indeed. I did suggest bad luck as an explanation as well.