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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jan 20, 2020 16:33:03 GMT -8
 The Unusual Incident at Buttercorn InnSitting atop a small hill among a flat sea of farmlands, Buttercorn Inn is visible for miles around. The warm glow from within welcomes travelers from near and far, promising a hot meal and a soft bed for a very reasonable rate. The inn is almost always surrounded by birds, a result of the innkeeper's habit of tossing stale bread out the window. |
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Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81 
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Jan 20, 2020 17:11:39 GMT -8
Deidra tilted her head back with a deep sigh her eyes closed. She was exhausted at this point. She'd been on a hunt for the past week searching for a creature that had been harassing a village and had only just managed to end its tirade. She was sore and tired and wanted nothing more than a bath and a warm meal with a bed. But she couldn't justify spending the coin on an inn when she had a perfectly good bedroll and the stars as her night light.
That was until a raindrop landed squarely in midst of her forehead and she grimaced, wrinkling her nose a bit as she looked straight again. She could just make out the raindrops beginning to fall across the country road and scowled even as she felt a small rumble from her armor. She wasn't the only one who didn't fancy a night out in the rain. "Looks like we are going to need to stay the night in a nice warm inn. What a shame hm, Gundulf?" She said with a joking air trying to remember when she had seen a sign for an inn. It was what had her begin to think about a nice night in. She didn't have to look around long, till she spotted smoke drifting up over some trees and she smiled slightly as she started at a good pace down the country road till she saw the building begin to rise into view.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jan 20, 2020 17:36:43 GMT -8
While the rain may have driven Deidra to seek shelter inside, it seemed that the locals were made of sterner stuff. As she approached the base of the hill, she'd hear the sound of children playing, likely kids from the surrounding farms trying to make the best of what little daylight they had left. The rain made it difficult to make out exactly what they were saying, and it wasn't until Deidra got closer that the nature of their game became apparent. Four grubby-looking farmer's children ran in a circle around what looked like a large bundle of rags, pelting it with pebbles and singing "Go away, go away, go away!" The bundle moved, raising a pale, spindly arm to protect itself, and the skeletal figure of a feeble old man was soon visible.
"Please," he croaked, his voice weak with age and exhaustion. "A coin, a piece of bread, a turnip. Anything, please."
"Go away, go away, go away!" sang the children, flinging pebbles that struck the man's wrinkled skin with a sharp thwack.
"We don't want you, go away!
Far, far off from the light of day!
You've no place here, no place to stay,
So go away go away go a-way!"
The man curled up into a ball, trying to cover his head with stick-thin arms and making a pitiful sight in the muddy road. Neither he nor the children seemed to notice Deidra as she approached, focused as they all were on their own affairs.
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Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Jan 20, 2020 17:47:42 GMT -8
Deidra slowed slightly hearing the children's voices, her fondness of the young inclining her to risk Gundulf's annoyance with getting wet but when she got near and took in the scene, her heart seized. She paused for just a moment before her heart broke and her fist tightened.
"Gundulf." She said sternly and her companion needed nothing more as there was a brief flash of light as her armor melted off her body into an enormous chrome winged wolf. The metal creature zipped across the road and field to the children and the elderly man. With a deep fearsome growl, the wolf hunched over the man effectively protecting the man from any further assault.
Deidra followed just a few steps behind her red cloak billowing around her. "What do you think you children are doing?" She boomed across the field, genuinely furious.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jan 20, 2020 18:00:21 GMT -8
As the enormous metallic wolf bounded across the road and into the center of the circle, the children all leapt back, crying out in fright. The pebbles fell from their hands as they backed up, eyeing Gundulf nervously. It wasn't until Deidra shouted that they all turned to her, trembling and refusing to meet her gaze.
"H-he's bad luck, ma'am!" managed the tallest of the children, a skinny boy with a ragged tunic and no shoes. "You mustn't be kind to him, or he'll bring terrible fortune!"
"Yeah," piped up another one, pointing a shaking finger at the man. "Ask anyone! You have to be mean to him, it's the rules!"
Meanwhile, the man raised his head slowly, peering out at Deidra from beneath Gundulf. His eyes, yellowed with age, were as wide as gold coins. Clearly, he was unused to anyone stepping in on his behalf, and the multitude of bruises across the bald top of his head stood as testament to this fact.
"Thank you, miss," he wheezed, words coming slowly and with great difficulty. "It's awfully rare to find a kind soul these days."
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Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Jan 20, 2020 18:10:54 GMT -8
Deidra offered the man a gentle smile as Gundulf continued to hover over the man protectively. Her smile fell when she looked to the children again, her face hard.
"Never has their ever been an excuse to treat another being with anything but patience and respect. Especially those unable to protect themselves. And no person can be 'bad luck'. That's utter nonsense. No matter what your parents tell you. You ought to all be ashamed of yourselves." She said harshly as Gundulf supplemented her point with a bark and another vicious growl, reflecting her rage.
"Off with you all. This instant. Or you'll have a terrible fortune of your own to contend with." She snapped, her hand going to rest where her sword sat on her hip. She'd never turn the blade on a child, or even strike them with the sheathe. But they didn't know that.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jan 20, 2020 18:34:50 GMT -8
The children seemed almost ready to argue, but Gundulf's growl froze their words in their throats. Deidra scarcely had to tell them to go home before they were all fleeing, running through the fields as fast as their little legs would take them. A couple of them looked to be crying, but it was difficult to tell with the rain. Within moments, Deidra would find herself alone with the man and Gundulf on the increasingly muddy path. The man struggled up to his feet, leaning on Gundulf for support.
"You're so kind, miss," he said, rubbing a bruise on his head. Now that he was standing up, it became clear exactly how rough of a shape he was in. His limbs were little more than skin and bones, and looked as though they would snap in half under a stiff breeze. His ragged robes hung loosely on his malnourished body, and the scraggly state of his beard told of a long stretch of time since his last bath and shave.
"It's so rare to meet someone so nice. The children are so cruel, but I suppose I cannot blame a child for acting like one. They seldom know exactly what they're doing. I used to be a monk, you know. A healer. I healed wounds, and I was good at it. Such a good healer..."
His eyes glazed over as he became lost in his memories, and it took several moments for his consciousness to return to reality.
"I'm terribly sorry, but could I possibly impose upon your generosity just a bit more? I'm so very hungry, but not a soul in this area would spare even a crust of bread. They'd rather throw it to the birds."
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Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Jan 20, 2020 20:18:43 GMT -8
Deidra watched to make sure the children had run off and weren't thinking of trying to hide amongst the bushes and sneak up on the poor elder again when she left him. She turned away when the man spoke to her again and her gaze softened at that. She was already moving before the man could finish his sentence.
"Of course. I'm sorry it isn't something more substantial, this is just the food that I keep with me to travel with." She said as she carefully knelt on the ground, pulling her pack around and opening it. She rustled around for a bit before she pulled out a scarf and began to put hardtack with some dried fruits and meats. The fruits would go bad soon anyway. She gave a sizable portion of what she had, she could always stop at a town to refill her keep or hunt for something. This man was clearly unable to do so. She also pressed in a vial of a healing salve and a few coins for good measure.
"It isn't much, but it should keep your belly full for a bit longer." She said as she wrapped the contents carefully, double knotting them to keep them safe and dry. "There is also a bit of a healing paste within the vial. Spread it over your wounds and it should ease the pain and help them heal. Also if I remember just so, there should be a stream with clear drinking water, just up the stream." She said as she handed over the pouch, pressing it into his thin hands. She glanced up at the inn before looking back to the man. "Would you like me to buy you a room for the night? It looks to be a stormy one, no one should be out for." She said this as the rain started to come down a touch harder.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jan 22, 2020 17:00:58 GMT -8
The man's eyes widened in shock as she bundled up the gift, accepting it with trembling hands. It was clear by the way he licked his dry, cracked lips that it had been a very long time indeed since he'd last had such a meal. Taking a piece of hardtack, he bit into it, his few remaining teeth digging into the dry biscuit with some difficulty.
"Thank you," he said again, patting Gundulf on the side. "Thank you to you and your...dog. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't showed up, those children might have put an end to me once and for all. Please don't apologize, this is wonderful. I couldn't possibly let you rent me a room, you've already done so much for me. I couldn't imagine how to repay you."
Just then, thunder rumbled in the distance and the rain began to fall even harder. The man looked up at the sky in dismay, grimacing as he rubbed his hip.
"On second thought...perhaps a dry room and a soft bed would do me some good. It's been quite a long time since I slept on anything softer than mud. People don't even leave straw out this time of year, for fear that it'll rot in the rain."
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Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Jan 23, 2020 12:48:48 GMT -8
Deidra frowned sympathetically at the elder man even as Gundulf huffed annoyed at being referred to as a dog, but resisted the urge to snap at him. Though as the rain began to fall harder he moved from the man's side back to Deidra, his form melting and shaping back around her body into her armor where her cloak would provide some shelter from the rain. She put her sack away then, adjusting the straps around herself.
"No need for a thank you, I am merely doing what any human should do for another human." She said with another smile as she shook her hands a bit to dispel the water gathering there. "And just so you know, Gundulf is a wolf, I wouldn't let that slip again. He gets a bit touchy about it." She said with a good-natured chuckle, the wolf's head on her shoulder grumbling. She moved forward to hold the elder by his elbow and braced her left arm around his waist, easily taking the majority of his weight as she began to help him up the hill.
"But let us talk more once there is a roof above us." She said as she hurried up the path that was becoming slick with mud. She wasn't worried about moving too quickly for the old man, as she was mostly carrying him anyway, his feet barely touching the ground as she made her way up the hill.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jan 23, 2020 13:15:23 GMT -8
Deidra would find the poor man to be pitifully light, having obviously been riding the thin edge of starvation for a very long time. As they ascended the hill, the man was silent aside from a few weak mumbles, leaning heavily on Deidra's shoulder the while while. It wouldn't be long before the two of them were up the hill and at the inn's door, barely making it through before the storm rose almost threefold in severity. Anybody standing outside would be drenched to the bone in seconds, and would almost certainly catch a bad cold from spending a night out in the rain.
As Deidra walked through the door, she would be greeted immediately by the comforting aroma of freshly-baked bread. A warm fire crackled invitingly in the hearth, and the few scattered patrons raised their mugs to her in greeting as she entered. The inkeeper stepped around from behind the bar, beaming at her and wiping his hands off on his apron as he approached.
"Welcome to the Buttercorn inn, ma'am," he said. "It's a good thing you made it here, it'd be awful to spend a night out there in the rain. Will you be needing a room and dinner for the two of you? The stew is just about ready."
All of a sudden, there was a crash as one of the patrons dropped his mug. He stared at the old man leaning listlessly against Deidra, jabbing an accusatory finger in his direction.
"No," he said, voice shaking with fright. "No, he can't stay here. Send him away. You mustn't let him stay."
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Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Jan 23, 2020 14:44:50 GMT -8
Deidra had smiled to the innkeeper as he approached, still shouldering most of the man's weight and was about to say 'Yes, that would be lovely' when the crash resounded through the inn. She blinked at the man seeing the obvious terror on his face before she pursed her lips at him.
"Sir, please. I can see you are frightened- for some reason- but be reasonable. It is pouring rain outside and already the man is nothing more than skin and bones. To send him out, would be a murder- One I will not abide by." She said sternly, her voice switching to one she used in battle or in command. She spoke sternly making it very clear she would not move on this point. "He is nothing more than an old man." She said before turning back to the innkeeper.
"I would like to rent a room- two if possible. I will pay extra for his room should it be truly a matter of concern."
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jan 25, 2020 15:35:18 GMT -8
The man shrank back at Deidra's stern tone, hesitating for a moment before getting to his feet. He stomped over towards Deidra and the old man, throwing the ragged hood off the man's balding head. The poor elder covered his face with his arms, but the man nodded, face tightened in a grim frown.
"That's him alright," he said. "How can I be reasonable, Miss? There's no reason to this...this thing. You people are outsiders, you wouldn't know. Let me guess, you felt sorry for him because children were throwing stones? I threw stones at him as a child. So did my father, and my grandfather before him. He's always been this old, this decrepit. Probably since the beginning of time. If you're kind to him, he brings misfortune, simple as that. This is not a man. It's a monster."
"That's enough," said the innkeeper, banging a mug on the bartop for emphasis. "Step away, you've clearly had too much to drink. He'll have a room here, same as everyone else who pays. I'll not have you harass my patrons. I'm terribly for the trouble, miss. Did you say you'll be taking two rooms?"
"You don't get it," hissed the man. "You don't get it, do you? You've ruined this place. Ruined! I'll not be a part of it."
Grabbing his coat, he ran from the inn, door slamming as he vanished into the storm.
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Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Jan 25, 2020 18:50:48 GMT -8
Deidra spared the man a cursory glance as he slammed the door and Gundulf let out a huff of finality with his disappearance. Internally her only thought was 'good riddance' because truly, even if the man was somehow an immortal, he didn't deserve to be treated terribly. She turned back to the innkeeper as the door slam faded into the drum of the room.
"Don't worry about it, you can't help your patrons." She said before sighing. "But yes, I'll be taking two rooms. And two orders of stew if you wouldn't mind." She continued as she shed her cloak, going to drape it over her arm. "How much would that be?"
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Jan 29, 2020 18:32:57 GMT -8
"You're so kind," croaked the old man again, patting Deidra's arm. The innkeeper tossed a handful of salt out the door as the man fled, then beamed at Deidra and led the two of them to a table. The price was more than reasonable, and within a few minutes the two of them would have piping hot bowls of turnip stew before them. The stew was rather sparse on the meat, but the scant few pieces of rabbit were tender enough. The old man was clearly ravenous, and devoured the stew with a voracity rarely seen outside of shipwrecked mariners. Upon seeing this, the innkeeper walked over and placed a loaf of fresh bread on the table between the two.
"Your friend looks mighty hungry," he said to Deidra, watching as the old man tore the bread into small enough pieces to eat with his few remaining teeth. "Hard to imagine anyone being that hungry. By the way, what is that on the back of your armor? It looks rather odd."
A strange pale pink film about the size of a hand had appeared on the back of Gundulf, who would likely find the spot rather itchy and uncomfortable. Upon closer inspection, it would turn out to be stuck rather strongly to the metal, and disconcertingly warm to the touch.
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Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Feb 1, 2020 20:52:15 GMT -8
Deidra had just been about to answer the innkeeper as she slowly ate her portion of the stew, to explain to the man just how she'd happened across the sickly elder when the man's comment had her frowning, settling her spoon back down onto the table. "On the back of my armor..." She muttered as she reached back and her fingers encountered something oddly warm that instinctively had her recoiling.
"Gundulf..?" She asked and in a moment, her armor had shifted again and melded into the massive winged silver wolf that seemed to nearly take up all the room around their little table. Deidra left her soup unattended as she stood to investigate the film with a frown, sensing Gundulf's discomfort through their bond, knowing there was only a small amount of self-restraint that kept him from rolling over and rubbing his back against the ground to relieve the itch.
"It... is rather odd." She agreed, not wanting to touch it again with her bare hands. Perhaps it was some nasty remnant from the monster she'd slain earlier? "I'm sorry, but could I trouble you for a basin of water and a rag? Let me see if I can get it off."
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Feb 1, 2020 22:37:30 GMT -8
The innkeeper frowned at the odd film stuck to the metal, but nodded and hurried off to retrieve a basin and a damp rag. He returned a moment later and set the cleaning supplies down beside the table, stepping aside to allow Deidra to get to work. Rubbing away at the odd film, she'd find that it refused to come off easily at all. Indeed, it seemed stuck firmly to the surface of Gundulf's steel back, and no amount of scrubbing would get it off. If she tried to peel it off, she'd manage to tear off a small strip with some difficulty, the material stretching and resisting before ripping free. The metal underneath would be pitted and pockmarked, as though Gundulf had been badly rusted. Examining the odd film, she'd find that she recognized it. It was unmistakable, especially to somebody in her line of work. In her hands, Deidra held a ragged strip of human skin.
Oblivious to her plight, the old man continued to scarf down turnip stew. The soft turnips and tender meat were easy on his nearly toothless mouth, and it had obviously been a very long time since he'd eaten anything warmer than a decomposing squirrel. Tears ran down his wrinkled face, likely from gratitude.
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Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Feb 11, 2020 21:02:28 GMT -8
Deidra on the other hand looked just a bit green around the collar as she hastily hurled the- oh gods above and demons below- flesh strip into the fire across the room with a small yelp. Her appetite immediately vanished as a full body shudder swept through her body- revulsion twisting in her gut.
She had no idea what the hell it was exactly, and she was almost certain she did not want to know- she just wanted to get it off of Gundulf before it did anymore damage. Already she could feel a phantom pain beginning between her shoulder blades so she reached for her belt pulling a long thin dagger from her hip- a knife she'd use to fillet fish or skin a kill. Standing over Gundulf she made him to relax a hair before she began working the knife between the flesh glob and Gundulf's steel. It was absolutely repulsive.
"Gods. What is this thing?" She hissed under her breath, trying not to dry heave as she worked. Her only theory was that the creature she'd defeat earlier was more rancid than she'd been led to believe.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Feb 14, 2020 18:19:31 GMT -8
The strip of skin hissed and crackled as it fell into the fire, quickly turning black and brittle as it burned. For the briefest moment, anyone with a particularly sharp nose would catch an acrid whiff of burning flesh before it was masked by the comforting aroma of burning hickory logs. Nobody seemed to notice Deidra's outburst as she flung the strip of skin across the room, not even the old man in front of her, who was noisily slurping up the rest of his stew. The starved elder clearly had eyes only for his meal, and ignored Deidra entirely as she set to work on the patch of skin on Gundulf's back.
As she cut away at the skin stuck fast to the steel wolf, Deidra would very quickly come to a disturbing realization: the skin was alive. It was warm to the touch, clearly not just some sort of particularly sticky flesh that had landed on his back and become attached. When she touched it, it twitched and trembled, contracting slightly as her blade scraped it away from the metal. This wasn't just stuck to Gundulf's back, it was growing from the metal. Fibers and sinews sank into the smooth steel, pitting and marring the surface. She would find it almost impossible to remove the strange skin without hurting Gundulf, as though it were his own skin that she were scraping away.
"Finest healer in all the lands..." mumbled the old man, licking his bowl clean and pushing it away. There was a thump as he fell face-first onto the table and began snoring, the effort of eating so voraciously clearly having exhausted what little stamina he still had.
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Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Feb 17, 2020 21:02:49 GMT -8
Deidra grimaced as she continued her gruesome task, holding back her nausea and her own increasing pain as she cut the growth from Gundulf. It was awful- she could sense the pain as if it were her own, but she was strong enough to endure it. Just as Gundulf was. And whatever it was that was on him certainly needed to be removed. So with bleary eyes, she cut the growth off before hurling the rest away back into the fire with the first strip, quickly reaching into her pack scrounging around before she found it- Whatever curse had been enacted had to be kept at bay with the blessed waters of her home. She opened the vial before carefully depositing some precious drops onto the affected area with a heavy sigh. If that did not help, nothing would- but it would need time to work. Time that she could spend up resting after a long hard day.
She glanced back at the old man before giving a soft sigh walking over and throwing his arm over her shoulders to haul him up from his seat and wandering back over to the innkeeper. "Might I have the keys to our rooms? It's time for us to retire for the evening, my thanks for the stew. It was delicious, that what I could stomach."
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