The first thing you notice is the rain; faint, cold pricks stinging your skin.
The next thing you notice is the smell; the hopeful and promising scent of the early spring rain, the comforting aroma of well-worn wood, and the sharp odor of blood.
Finally your eyes register the scene around you - you're in a town. Well, what used to be a town. You stand near a lonely well that sits in the town square, and the larger stone buildings that surround it are caved in, ruined. The only one that still has any semblance of shape looks like it was once a church. Farther off to the opposite side is a collection of small residences... or what used to be. Most of them are now piles of splintered wood on the ground. There are, what looks to be, arms and legs sticking out from among the mountains of ruined wood and stone. In fact, there's a pile of bodies by the well, not too far away from you. Thankfully, the rain masks the smell; they don't seem they've been lying there for very long, though.
Finally, your mind registers the living. There's a Dwarf leaning over the pile of bodies, staring intently at them. His red hair is in a mohawk that's almost half as tall as himself, his magnificent beard covers most of his torso, and a beautiful array of axes decorate his belt. A large gray wolf is right next to him, sniffing the corpses. On the other side of the pile is a Human clad in heavy armor, gazing up towards the heavens with his hands folded in prayer. His lips are moving voicelessly, and the raindrops rolling down his face make it seem like he's crying.
"—but I didn't think he was tellin' the truth. Fuck me, right?" There comes a man's voice from behind you. Turn around and you'll see an elderly Human, the colorful patchwork cloak (or is it a coat? it's hard to tell) draped over his hunched shoulders adding life to the otherwise very bleak scene. Now that you notice him, you'll notice how he smells faintly of dog, the scent coming from his pipe only emphasizing this fact.
There's a cloaked figure standing near him, with a bit of distance between the two. The figure moves its head away from him, revealing to you a glimpse of light pink curls peeking out from under the hood. It's Ena. Her mouth is open, ready to speak—
—THWACK!!
"Verus!!" The armor-clad Human snaps out of his prayer, looking indignantly at the Dwarf.
"What?" The Dwarf, apparently named Verus, hefts his great axe up onto his shoulder with one of the bodies, freshly sliced at the waist, at his feet. "What if they come alive? We don't want 'em chasing us if they do!" When there's no response from any of the other three, he pulls out the next body, cuts it cleanly in half, then moves onto the next.
"I damn sure hope someone's alive," the elderly Human's tense voice betrays his seemingly calm facade. The armored Human nods in agreement.
"We should at least see if we can find any survivors, just to be safe," he says.
"I can help," Ena finally speaks up. Her expression is slightly desperate and briefly contemplative before she starts murmuring words in a language intelligible to no one and moving her hands in an intricate pattern. After casting Detect Thoughts, she stares out into the rubble, her eyes glowing slightly. Maybe there's still someone alive out there.
The armored Human follows Ena's gaze intently as the elderly Human gazes out over the destruction, taking long draws from his pipe. All the while, Verus goes through the pile of bodies, chopping them up like firewood.
Your turn.
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Ena | Zera Hamlet, Reprise | cw: mutilated corpses
The next thing you notice is the smell; the hopeful and promising scent of the early spring rain, the comforting aroma of well-worn wood, and the sharp odor of blood.
Finally your eyes register the scene around you - you're in a town. Well, what used to be a town. You stand near a lonely well that sits in the town square, and the larger stone buildings that surround it are caved in, ruined. The only one that still has any semblance of shape looks like it was once a church. Farther off to the opposite side is a collection of small residences... or what used to be. Most of them are now piles of splintered wood on the ground. There are, what looks to be, arms and legs sticking out from among the mountains of ruined wood and stone. In fact, there's a pile of bodies by the well, not too far away from you. Thankfully, the rain masks the smell; they don't seem they've been lying there for very long, though.
Finally, your mind registers the living. There's a Dwarf leaning over the pile of bodies, staring intently at them. His red hair is in a mohawk that's almost half as tall as himself, his magnificent beard covers most of his torso, and a beautiful array of axes decorate his belt. A large gray wolf is right next to him, sniffing the corpses. On the other side of the pile is a Human clad in heavy armor, gazing up towards the heavens with his hands folded in prayer. His lips are moving voicelessly, and the raindrops rolling down his face make it seem like he's crying.
"—but I didn't think he was tellin' the truth. Fuck me, right?" There comes a man's voice from behind you. Turn around and you'll see an elderly Human, the colorful patchwork cloak (or is it a coat? it's hard to tell) draped over his hunched shoulders adding life to the otherwise very bleak scene. Now that you notice him, you'll notice how he smells faintly of dog, the scent coming from his pipe only emphasizing this fact.
There's a cloaked figure standing near him, with a bit of distance between the two. The figure moves its head away from him, revealing to you a glimpse of light pink curls peeking out from under the hood. It's Ena. Her mouth is open, ready to speak—
—THWACK!!
"Verus!!" The armor-clad Human snaps out of his prayer, looking indignantly at the Dwarf.
"What?" The Dwarf, apparently named Verus, hefts his great axe up onto his shoulder with one of the bodies, freshly sliced at the waist, at his feet. "What if they come alive? We don't want 'em chasing us if they do!" When there's no response from any of the other three, he pulls out the next body, cuts it cleanly in half, then moves onto the next.
"I damn sure hope someone's alive," the elderly Human's tense voice betrays his seemingly calm facade. The armored Human nods in agreement.
"We should at least see if we can find any survivors, just to be safe," he says.
"I can help," Ena finally speaks up. Her expression is slightly desperate and briefly contemplative before she starts murmuring words in a language intelligible to no one and moving her hands in an intricate pattern. After casting Detect Thoughts, she stares out into the rubble, her eyes glowing slightly. Maybe there's still someone alive out there.
The armored Human follows Ena's gaze intently as the elderly Human gazes out over the destruction, taking long draws from his pipe. All the while, Verus goes through the pile of bodies, chopping them up like firewood.
Your turn.
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[ ooc: I will match tag style! Feel free to interact with any part of the scene. ]