2020-09-28 Hellhound hunt
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Hellhound Hunt
Participants: bryn maggy no moccasins Crow Nessa Vann]
Storyteller: Eochaid
Location: Silver City in the Near Dreaming
Date and Time: June 23, 201- 3:14 am
Summary: A triumph.
Mood Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_aoP792lEoU
No Moccasins comes striding with purpose: to answer a call for aid. She carries no weapons but does wear a belt with leather pouch slung around her hips. She spots the familiar face of Crow and steers her steps in that direction. "Dame Crow," she greets with a thump to her chest.
Stepping along the path - Maggy - tail a-swaying. Thumbs hooked into the belt about her waist, a humming tone riding high along her lips as she steps to and within eyeshot of the waystation. There's the accompaniment of others gathering at the spot ahead of her - so she picks up her pace to a skip for the short jaunt to it before pausing out at the edge of the road before the building. Adjusting a strap or two about her corset while looking to those showing up at the Gathering. Giving a two finger salute to Crow, and No Moccasins; those of familiarity. Elsewise to others she gives a light nod of acknowledgement; then remain's quiet - just humming to herself as folks gather.
After hearing word of a crisis and finding the Path, Bryn shows up alone. There's a brief pause, at some distance from the unfamiliar others--to study them, apparently. Then the third Sidhe closes the last distance, and gives a nod to the others.
Nessa comes spiralling down upon spotting Crow standing there, landing next to her and then looking up. She really is quite small, for a Sidhe. "Dame Crow," is offered up, her Welsh accent thick. She glances about as others approach or are noticed,the Minister of Defenses nodding in a vague sort of way. Though she bears no obvious sigil of her house, who else but a Dougal _would_ have wings like hers? That done, purple eyes Crow nods in greeting. Clapping the smaller Sidhe on the shoulder in greeting. "Good to see you again, Nessa." AS the others approach, she offers Maggy and No Moccasins a small smile, tapping two fingers to her temple in a jaunty salute. AS the new faces arrive, they too get a nod of Greeting. "Afternoon, folks. I'm Dame Crow. Pleased to meet you. Presuming you've all come along on this little extermination job?" She seems mostly at ease, but her hand rests on the butt of her blade, so odds are good she could draw it with little lost time.
Bryn gives Dame Crow a sort of half-bow, a bit more than a nod. Their face remains almost expresionless, pale eyes steady once that introduction's made. "Bryn," they say in a husky voice. So serious.
"Extermination," echoes No Moccasins. "Heh. Yes, I am here to help with extermination." Her long hair shining with the fire of opals, normally allowed to hang freely down her back, is woven into a single thick plait for pragmatic purposes. She nods to the new faces. "I, am No Moccasins, of Numuzo'ho, of the Nunnehi."
Vann clearly wasn't among those who're here with actual intention. "Hm?" He hadn't really been paying all that much attention, lost in his own thoughts, a thick finger pushing his glasses up to sit more proper on his nose. "There's some kind of alteration here? I was just stopping to sell some stock before making a run to Silver City?" For all the man may look a merchant or at least some kind of craftsman, the rather large and borderline intimidating hammer that hangs on his side would potentially imply otherwise. "What kind op is this? Freelance or are there actual orders involved?" he considers, then shakes his head. "Sorry, probably not any of my business asking. Old habit."
Nessa stretches her wings out and then folds them back, nodding her head. She makes no move to draw the sword, not wishing to bring violence to the Waystation, but her hand does hover near it. In case danger brings itself, of course. "Figured I'd lend a hand. Good to get out of the workshop for a bit anyway, and it's good to remember that I can do more than just build things. And give Prism an airing, if I have to." Fingertips gesture to the plain scabbard, indicating just what Prism is. Turning to No Moccasins, she dips her head and grins. "Nessa ni Dougal," she offers, without the inclusion of any sort of rank, then she glances on towards Vann. "You must be new," the Welsh girl murmurs. "Short version. Whole area is a mess, but something _bad_ happened in part of the city, now there's nightmares threatening and all kinds of bad. Trust me, the Lord Regent approves of this." Bryn gets a faint grin, their introduction even more lacking in formal titles than her own.
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Bryn has reconnected.
The brightness of Nissa's smile gets a tiny, answering flicker from the black knight. "I just... heard they needed some help out here." The words come out in a quiet mid-southern accent, Kentucky or Tennessee.
Crow shakes her head in Vann's direction. "Not as yet. But there's a beasaty out this way, and the residents want it taken care of before it can do more damage to their livestock than has already been done." she shrugs her shoulders again. "It's not officially sanctioned by the County, if that's what you mean. So freelance." She nods to Bryn. "Pleasure."
Chuckling at Nessa, she nods agreeably. "Aye, what she's said is a decent enough summation of what's going on." losing the smile, she continues. "I imagine I don't have to explain, but if you're planning to come along, take your time to make your preperations now."
Standing and doing stretches while others converse. On introductions of Names, words, and Titles; Maggy's stretching instead. No weapons to speak of on her person - just her garb, and leather-looking-corset. Exhaling gently, hands slipping back to her belt after doing the short bending and tensing routines,"A high driver, the lot, yeh?" a grin slipping across her lips,"Rough 'n pitted, 's a fickle stick in th' brass bender's wayside. Best t' cut it, yeh?" eyebrow waggling a bit before chuckling - looking further down the path,"'M brought, we stackin' on?" her tone ringing with a heavy southern accent. Making way to head on over to a tree - grasp at the bark of a nearby tree. One that's 'skin' is pliant but strong; grabbing at it, scraping till she gets a decent chunk off of it,"Ahh-Hah! Yeh." with eagerness - she drops down to a squat, rubs the shard of bark she's torn from the tree with a bit of dirt, then proceeds to dust herself from head to toe with it. Leaving dirt and muss about. Once she's got the arms legs, and neck a fair-bit covered...She breaks off a piece of the then used bark, tucks the rest into her belt, and sticks it between her back teeth to chew rather vigorously.
No Moccasins comes striding with purpose: to answer a call for aid. She carries no weapons but does wear a belt with leather pouch slung around her hips. She spots the familiar face of Crow and steers her steps in that direction. "Dame Crow," she greets with a thump to her chest.
Stepping along the path - Maggy - tail a-swaying. Thumbs hooked into the belt about her waist, a humming tone riding high along her lips as she steps to and within eyeshot of the waystation. There's the accompaniment of others gathering at the spot ahead of her - so she picks up her pace to a skip for the short jaunt to it before pausing out at the edge of the road before the building. Adjusting a strap or two about her corset while looking to those showing up at the Gathering. Giving a two finger salute to Crow, and No Moccasins; those of familiarity. Elsewise to others she gives a light nod of acknowledgement; then remain's quiet - just humming to herself as folks gather.
After hearing word of a crisis and finding the Path, Bryn shows up alone. There's a brief pause, at some distance from the unfamiliar others--to study them, apparently. Then the third Sidhe closes the last distance, and gives a nod to the others.
Nessa comes spiralling down upon spotting Crow standing there, landing next to her and then looking up. She really is quite small, for a Sidhe. "Dame Crow," is offered up, her Welsh accent thick. She glances about as others approach or are noticed,the Minister of Defenses nodding in a vague sort of way. Though she bears no obvious sigil of her house, who else but a Dougal _would_ have wings like hers? That done, purple eyes flick around and up, then around again, watchful and cautious.
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Crow nods in greeting. Clapping the smaller Sidhe on the shoulder in greeting. "Good to see you again, Nessa." AS the others approach, she offers Maggy and No Moccasins a small smile, tapping two fingers to her temple in a jaunty salute. AS the new faces arrive, they too get a nod of Greeting. "Afternoon, folks. I'm Dame Crow. Pleased to meet you. Presuming you've all come along on this little extermination job?" She seems mostly at ease, but her hand rests on the butt of her blade, so odds are good she could draw it with little lost time.
Bryn gives Dame Crow a sort of half-bow, a bit more than a nod. Their face remains almost expresionless, pale eyes steady once that introduction's made. "Bryn," they say in a husky voice. So serious.
"Extermination," echoes No Moccasins. "Heh. Yes, I am here to help with extermination." Her long hair shining with the fire of opals, normally allowed to hang freely down her back, is woven into a single thick plait for pragmatic purposes. She nods to the new faces. "I, am No Moccasins, of Numuzo'ho, of the Nunnehi."
Vann clearly wasn't among those who're here with actual intention. "Hm?" He hadn't really been paying all that much attention, lost in his own thoughts, a thick finger pushing his glasses up to sit more proper on his nose. "There's some kind of alteration here? I was just stopping to sell some stock before making a run to Silver City?" For all the man may look a merchant or at least some kind of craftsman, the rather large and borderline intimidating hammer that hangs on his side would potentially imply otherwise. "What kind op is this? Freelance or are there actual orders involved?" he considers, then shakes his head. "Sorry, probably not any of my business asking. Old habit."
Nessa stretches her wings out and then folds them back, nodding her head. She makes no move to draw the sword, not wishing to bring violence to the Waystation, but her hand does hover near it. In case danger brings itself, of course. "Figured I'd lend a hand. Good to get out of the workshop for a bit anyway, and it's good to remember that I can do more than just build things. And give Prism an airing, if I have to." Fingertips gesture to the plain scabbard, indicating just what Prism is. Turning to No Moccasins, she dips her head and grins. "Nessa ni Dougal," she offers, without the inclusion of any sort of rank, then she glances on towards Vann. "You must be new," the Welsh girl murmurs. "Short version. Whole area is a mess, but something _bad_ happened in part of the city, now there's nightmares threatening and all kinds of bad. Trust me, the Lord Regent approves of this." Bryn gets a faint grin, their introduction even more lacking in formal titles than her own.
--------- New Activity ---------
Bryn has reconnected.
The brightness of Nissa's smile gets a tiny, answering flicker from the black knight. "I just... heard they needed some help out here." The words come out in a quiet mid-southern accent, Kentucky or Tennessee.
Crow shakes her head in Vann's direction. "Not as yet. But there's a beasaty out this way, and the residents want it taken care of before it can do more damage to their livestock than has already been done." she shrugs her shoulders again. "It's not officially sanctioned by the County, if that's what you mean. So freelance." She nods to Bryn. "Pleasure."
Chuckling at Nessa, she nods agreeably. "Aye, what she's said is a decent enough summation of what's going on." losing the smile, she continues. "I imagine I don't have to explain, but if you're planning to come along, take your time to make your preperations now."
Standing and doing stretches while others converse. On introductions of Names, words, and Titles; Maggy's stretching instead. No weapons to speak of on her person - just her garb, and leather-looking-corset. Exhaling gently, hands slipping back to her belt after doing the short bending and tensing routines,"A high driver, the lot, yeh?" a grin slipping across her lips,"Rough 'n pitted, 's a fickle stick in th' brass bender's wayside. Best t' cut it, yeh?" eyebrow waggling a bit before chuckling - looking further down the path,"'M brought, we stackin' on?" her tone ringing with a heavy southern accent. Making way to head on over to a tree - grasp at the bark of a nearby tree. One that's 'skin' is pliant but strong; grabbing at it, scraping till she gets a decent chunk off of it,"Ahh-Hah! Yeh." with eagerness - she drops down to a squat, rubs the shard of bark she's torn from the tree with a bit of dirt, then proceeds to dust herself from head to toe with it. Leaving dirt and muss about. Once she's got the arms legs, and neck a fair-bit covered...She breaks off a piece of the then used bark, tucks the rest into her belt, and sticks it between her back teeth to chew rather vigorously.
The fragment of the Saint Crispin's Day speech sounds nifty in Bryn's Tennessee accent. "...from this day to the ending of the world, that we in it shall be remembered--we few, we happy few, we band of brothers; for you today that shed your blood with me shall be my brother!" This determined recital ends with Bryn taking the shield from their back and drawing the sword. They give the others a fencer's salute, somehow looking graceful despite the shield being in the way, of course.
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Crow offers her fellow Knight a bow in thanks. "I appreciate the offer, Good Ser, I would appreciate that very much, though if you pardon me for one moment." she turns to No Moccasins, gesturing the Nunnehi woman over, and taking a ritualised combat stance before the Nunnehi warrior. What follows is a truly awe inspiring display of technical prowess between the two, the fight, such as it is, flowing back and forth, and demosntrating the methods that one might fight an armed opponent whilst unarmed. The two in this instance seem to move as two halves to a whole, ebbing and flowing as one gives ground and the other advances, before ultimately they return to their opening pose, so that the cycle may continue once more, pausing for a beat, and then offering a formal bow and relaxing from stance.
The ritual-fight gets an impressed raised-brow look from Bryn, who afterward gives a formal hilt-salute to Crow. "And you that shed your blood with me, shall be my sister. It is my honor to serve, Lady." Then the knight squares their shoulders for the fight.
The fragment of the Saint Crispin's Day speech sounds nifty in Bryn's Tennessee accent. "...from this day to the ending of the world, that we in it shall be remembered--we few, we happy few, we band of brothers; for you today that shed your blood with me shall be my brother!" This determined recital ends with Bryn taking the shield from their back and drawing the sword. They give the others a fencer's salute, somehow looking graceful despite the shield being in the way, of course.
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Crow offers her fellow Knight a bow in thanks. "I appreciate the offer, Good Ser, I would appreciate that very much, though if you pardon me for one moment." she turns to No Moccasins, gesturing the Nunnehi woman over, and taking a ritualised combat stance before the Nunnehi warrior. What follows is a truly awe inspiring display of technical prowess between the two, the fight, such as it is, flowing back and forth, and demosntrating the methods that one might fight an armed opponent whilst unarmed. The two in this instance seem to move as two halves to a whole, ebbing and flowing as one gives ground and the other advances, before ultimately they return to their opening pose, so that the cycle may continue once more, pausing for a beat, and then offering a formal bow and relaxing from stance.
The ritual-fight gets an impressed raised-brow look from Bryn, who afterward gives a formal hilt-salute to Crow. "And you that shed your blood with me, shall be my sister. It is my honor to serve, Lady." Then the knight squares their shoulders for the fight.
Maggy's pose held still, before she exhaled - the suffusion of the spirit of oak wafting through herself and those she sought to keep safe. Feet planted - she kicks up a little dirt and grins,"Gettin' th' chew goin', YEH!" she says rather triumphantly, still gnawing on that piece of bark. Swaying on the spot then, arms a bit tucked before going loose - bending at the waist till her fingers touch her toes, and back up. Tail swaying - as she rises up she salutes Bryn's performance,"Ahh yeh, Brass 's wavin' tacks all 'bout yeah? Haha!" bouncing gently then from one foot to the next, she holds. No matter where she's standing there's some movement. A bit of stretching and some bending - with her tail acting as a swift counter-balance behind her," Time fer track breakin'?" she notes as she draws closer to the groups. Making sure to take note of all the battle-prowess the others seem to have. Travel doesn't seem to hinder - and she's hopping with each step, doing little turn arounds and sweeps while keeping a light jog and hop while moving along the road with the others. Of course - the Howling screech sends her senses alight, tail stiff which settles her stance - before turning to the hounds brought forth by nightmare made manifest - merely howling out her own call at the leaping beasts jumping the cattle; before bringing herself to her pulling up a wildly brisk pace of movement and a lupine snarl from her lips.
Crow chuckles at the Pooka's exuberant air "Something along those lines, yes, Maggy." She eyes the coming hounds with a singular arched eyebrow and a snort. "Well then, gentlemen. Time to earn our pay." so saying, with a chiming ring, her sword clears it's sheath. Such a thing would of course be impossible in the Autumn, but in the Dreaming, the sword practically sings as it clears. As the sword wakens, there is a distinct sense of bloodthirsty anticipation, the blade practically quivering in the air, despite the iron grasp of it's wielder.
No Moccasin's head swivels at the sound of the yelping and snarling Hounds. "It is time to honor my Totem," says the giantess in her deep voice. "Granite: I pay homage to you. I swear to never back down from a challenge of strength or endurance." She soften her knees, dropping into a ready stance beside Crow and Maggy.
---- This is mechanical combat I can provide roll logs but I assume that summary poses are fine: ----
The Nunnehi she-giant lets out a thundering roar and then leaps into action against one of the nightmarish canines. For all that she is covered in granite, she is no less agile and moves in to apply a strategic strike with her rigid oversized-palm at a joint in the foreleg of the creature.
Maggy's thrashing of the nightmare begins with a swift Belt of a fist to the beast, a rather heavy growl rising over her throat as she puts a decent amount of oomph behind the feral swing. No true fighting stance - just straight instinctual brutal brawling applied directly to the forehead with snarling teeth and bared jaws.
The wolf that Maggy punches lets out a whimper and then a growl and then gnashing of teeth as it bites back that miss entirely. Each of the pack also bark and snarl and nash their teeth, a spray of saliva and flame that lick your flesh but fail to pierce it.
The Nunnehi she-giant lets out a thundering roar and then leaps into action against one of the nightmarish canines. For all that she is covered in granite, she is no less agile and moves in to apply a strategic strike with her rigid oversized-palm at a joint in the foreleg of the creature.
Bryn darts for the nearest of the hellhounds in a swift attack, charging without fancy moves and making a deep lunge at the creature's chest. As with the Nunnehi, the armor doesn't seem to hamper them much at all. It might have been a killing strike, but it slides off bone rather than going to the creature's heart. The black knight pulls the blade and dances backward a step or two, nightmare-blood on their blade now.
This time the young black knight strikes true, driving their sword deep into the enemy's side with a flash of frost-glimmer on the blade. A look of fierce satisfaction comes to Bryn's face--though it isn't a smile.
Content that her comrades have those left firmly in check, crow takes off in a sprint after those hounds attempting to flee the scene. Each stride eating up the ground with alarminc alacrity, until suddenly, there is no distance at all. There is a flash of reflected light as the blade carves a glimering arc through the air and she slides past the hound. There is a pause as she remains still and the hound continues running, before the beasts head slides cleanly from it's shoulders, with only the barest tricle of blood. The now corpse continues for another three bounds before it's body finally realises it's dead, collapsing like a sack of potatos and sliding another metre or two before finally coming to a halt.
