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spellbinders2017-10-23 07:28 pm
songbird_slayer) wrote in spellbinders2017-10-23 07:28 pm
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[Closed] Spooks and Jukes
Who: Madhuri and Red
Where: The isle's woods
When: Day 108, evening
Open/Closed: Closed.
Things were awry on the island. What's a curious girl to do but peek around and see what could be done about it? Of course, a girl must call upon a friend and sweeten the deal with the promise of revealing a secret herb garden... in the literal sense. Because a damage-dealer needed a tank, and Red seemed tanky enough. He was a good dog.
"So, let's see... we take a right at the stone up ahead, and then follow it for just about 200 paces. Approximately, anyway. I wandered until I could find a place where the damned boars wouldn't muss up my livelihood."
It wasn't as if the trip was without a little traveling music. It quelled spirits, see, but it also kept the nerves sharp. Though she played a somber tune, it was enough to keep the mood light and lofty. As it should be.
Hopefully.
Where: The isle's woods
When: Day 108, evening
Open/Closed: Closed.
Things were awry on the island. What's a curious girl to do but peek around and see what could be done about it? Of course, a girl must call upon a friend and sweeten the deal with the promise of revealing a secret herb garden... in the literal sense. Because a damage-dealer needed a tank, and Red seemed tanky enough. He was a good dog.
"So, let's see... we take a right at the stone up ahead, and then follow it for just about 200 paces. Approximately, anyway. I wandered until I could find a place where the damned boars wouldn't muss up my livelihood."
It wasn't as if the trip was without a little traveling music. It quelled spirits, see, but it also kept the nerves sharp. Though she played a somber tune, it was enough to keep the mood light and lofty. As it should be.
Hopefully.
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It didn't help, of course, that the day had long since turned to twilight and soon onto nightfall, and it was getting a bit difficult to watch his step.
"What'cha got growing there, anyway? Parsley?"
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"They have little regard for personal space and do such extensive damage to the woods. For instance, look there- that place that looks as if a meteor hit it. The boars eat all the insects and the roots, and nothing else can live or hardly grow here. Then they make so many little piglets... it's no wonder the island is so desolate in places."
She tucked some of her hair back. "During my studies as an archer, I'd been taught a thing or two about conservation by the other Gridanians. How culling the male deer every autumn, removing the boars while preserving other species ensures hunting for future generations while also preventing deterioration of the land. It was eye-opening. As for the spices... mm, a little of this and that. I wasn't sure how overpicked the plants would be, so I decided to take matters into my own hands."
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"S'not like I can't fight 'em on foot, just seems like every time I get one two more show up." He only gave a passing glance to the boars' ground-gouging before he had to dip through another branch or two. "Can't imagine what it's gotta be like if they know there's food there."
"Then again, as far as I've seen there's nothin' here to deal with the boars but us."
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But a branch snapped nearby and the air grew cold. She stopped, and the music silenced.
"...Hold. I think we're being followed."
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More than the quiet snap, it was Madhuri's sudden, halting silence that bid him break his stride and jerk his sight to his ear, tail high and bristled. Red's hand went to his weapon at his waist...
...and nothing. At least, for a few seconds. He turned his leering gaze back to Madhuri.
"You're not just doin' that because of what I said, are ya?"
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"Why on land would I ever be so petty?" But she raised a finger to her lips for silence, then pivoted. She fired an arrow into the underbrush, followed by the sharp, unholy scream of something that by all rights should be porcine but sounded slightly human...
It rushed from its hiding place, not the largest of boars, but the exposed bone and the missing eyes were a giveaway that something was wrong. What remained inside those empty sockets were like burning coals, ever focused as the head lowered. It would gore the xaela for firing upon it.
"Seven hells..." She dove as it charged past. She'd heard rumors of undeath among the isle, but...!
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That was a little bit frightening. Red was left nearly vaulting out of its path before he could yank that sword off of his belt; at least he had a tank's foresight to place himself between the beast and Madhuri as it began turning, that baleful gaze soon fixing on him.
He really, really hoped that Rotty was joking about that whole 'eating brains' thing... or at least that he wouldn't have to give any more thought to that right now.
"Where do I even hit it?! It's already dead!!"
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She notched another arrow. Forget the herb garden, this could be dangerous to the coven! The rumors were true...
"I thought it a jape when the whispers turned to undead..."
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At least this time he had enough of handle on his newfound magic that he wouldn't have to worry about having the battle drag on for hours-- assuming that this half-rotten, corpse-looking boar would even stand to gain anything from 'vitality.'
But the boar seemed to want its pound of flesh from him all the same, and- now a little more accustomed to the timing of its charge- Red let loose an arc of electricity from his sword that brought the boar face-to-dirt with a snapping convulsion of its muscles that nearly yanked the meat off its bones...
...but it still wasn't enough to bring the blighted beast to stillness, and Red's foot crashed into it as attempted to rise back to its feet.
"Urgh-- this thing's got a thick skull!!"