Player Plot: The Brecilian Ruins

[mythalenaste]

WHO: Merrill, Ruby, and Pel
WHAT: Researching werewolves and elves at the Brecilian Ruins
WHEN: Early Firstfall
WHERE: The Brecilian Forest
NOTES: Warning for ghosts. Boo.

Comments

HIDEOUSLY LATE i'm so sorry

[eviscerates]

Ruby stops short, head canted to the side, and she holds out a hand to indicate for the others to stop. "Hang on."

A deep inhale eyes shut. There is a new sharpness, a focus in her that's been absent thus far on their quest. Her expression is also, it should be noted, really confused. "It's the wrong time of year," she says to Pel and Merrill, or maybe just to herself, as she starts to move towards the whimpers. There are other sounds that she can hear which others cannot, the sound of movement.

In her wake, white flowers crawl across the damaged floor. Nature invaded here long ago, and her ring is Dalish and thriving.

EVEN LATER

[chainlightning]

While she stops in place, Merrill doesn't really stop moving; she rocks up on her toes, as if she'll somehow be able to see something around Ruby. She knew there was something in here -- puppies, from the sound of it.

Wolf puppies? Werewolf puppies? She doesn't know, but she knows two things: one, cute, and two, possibly protective pack. Her staff is still on her back for the moment, but there's always magic at the ready; she's not horribly concerned just yet.

I beat you all at lateness

[mythalenaste]

Pel comes up behind, with a spell to mind if they need a physical barrier to protect them from a mother wolf. Ruby is right, it is certainly the wrong time of year. But a mother wolf doesn't appear, and Pel is left blinking and stunned by what is to be found in the room.

gets increasingly more competitive about it

[eviscerates]

Inhaling deeply, Ruby explains a little more. "I can't smell their mother. Or... any other wolves for that matter." Her steps quicken, and Ruby is moving down the hallway and grimacing as she ducks lower.

It doesn't take long to reach them; two little pups, one with dark fur and eyes that are sharp and yellow, another fur that is white and many hues of grey, and eyes are brilliantly blue. Two very tiny balls of fur, and Ruby crouches down before them with her hand outstretched, letting the two little ones sniff. They an smell the wolf on her, and the black pup almost trips over himself in his rush for attention.

"I think they've been abandoned or gotten lost. There's no food, no trace of other wolves here."

I WIN

[chainlightning]

"What?"

Merrill's question is almost sharp, for its surprise -- and its concern. The poor pups! She follows quickly, abandoning the thought of needing to defend themselves in favor of needing to Save The Puppies.

"Oh- oh, poor little ones. They must be cold and hungry- are they eating meat? Do we have anything we can put some water in for them?"

As much as she wants to scoop the little ones up in her arms, she waits; she, unlike Ruby, smells entirely like Elf. Well, and some dog and horse and griffon, but not wolf.