Dry Bones and Empty Homes (Open)
Aug 12, 2015 18:16:05 GMT -6
Post by Yorick on Aug 12, 2015 18:16:05 GMT -6
Ostia again. No less decrepit and rank than the last time. The odor of mildew and rot hung on the air, heavy like a wet cloak.
Her armor rhythmically pinged, her footsteps accentuated by the heavy plate that encased them and most of the rest of her body. Her helmet was for the time being off, slung under her arm as she plodded like a mule straight for the small 'suburb' village that stood on its own. A group of potters lived there, near a stream - or at least they used to. Apparently, there were a few families of skeletons living there now. She'd taken the job with a laugh - a few families didn't compare at all to the large unit that she, Oya, and Mila had taken out a while earlier. If they could survive that, she could certainly take out a few skeletons alone. Plus, she had her armor to protect her. She'd sold her sword and given the blade up, deciding to focus more closely on lance and her beloved axe. She'd also beefed up her armor, deciding to become the tank she knew Mila needed for monster-hunting. Hell, the Verdant Cross needed a tank.
She didn't know if anyone else would have taken up the flyer's request - but she knew she'd been the first to visit the potters and accept the hunt in the name of the Verdant Cross. Had to build that reputation up, in order to gain prestige and honor.
So went the pink-haired woman's thoughts as she kept walking towards the village. When she neared, she stopped, placing her helmet over her head and securing it before calling out in a clear and firm voice to any in earshot.
"Ahoy the village! Any alive come out now, any dead rest in peace, and any undead quiver in fear! I, Yorick, have come in the name of the Verdant Cross to cleanse this village so its inhabitants may reclaim it! Prepare yourselves!"
With the formalities out of the way, she drew her lance and entered the village, stepping carefully nearer and nearer to the cluster of huts and the enclosures where chickens still clucked and cows still lowed. So far it was peaceful and still. Eerie.
Her armor rhythmically pinged, her footsteps accentuated by the heavy plate that encased them and most of the rest of her body. Her helmet was for the time being off, slung under her arm as she plodded like a mule straight for the small 'suburb' village that stood on its own. A group of potters lived there, near a stream - or at least they used to. Apparently, there were a few families of skeletons living there now. She'd taken the job with a laugh - a few families didn't compare at all to the large unit that she, Oya, and Mila had taken out a while earlier. If they could survive that, she could certainly take out a few skeletons alone. Plus, she had her armor to protect her. She'd sold her sword and given the blade up, deciding to focus more closely on lance and her beloved axe. She'd also beefed up her armor, deciding to become the tank she knew Mila needed for monster-hunting. Hell, the Verdant Cross needed a tank.
She didn't know if anyone else would have taken up the flyer's request - but she knew she'd been the first to visit the potters and accept the hunt in the name of the Verdant Cross. Had to build that reputation up, in order to gain prestige and honor.
So went the pink-haired woman's thoughts as she kept walking towards the village. When she neared, she stopped, placing her helmet over her head and securing it before calling out in a clear and firm voice to any in earshot.
"Ahoy the village! Any alive come out now, any dead rest in peace, and any undead quiver in fear! I, Yorick, have come in the name of the Verdant Cross to cleanse this village so its inhabitants may reclaim it! Prepare yourselves!"
With the formalities out of the way, she drew her lance and entered the village, stepping carefully nearer and nearer to the cluster of huts and the enclosures where chickens still clucked and cows still lowed. So far it was peaceful and still. Eerie.
