closed | the bright sun was extinguish'd

[heorte]

WHO: Alais, Barrow, Edgard, Jone, Matthias
WHAT: Investigating some spooky happenings in the Planasene Forest
WHEN: Early Kingsway
WHERE: Planasene Forest
NOTES: ooc notes

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THE ALTAR.

[heorte]

Persevering through bird and beast will eventually lead to an overgrown dirt path that winds into a clearing. In the center is an altar built from unevenly hewn wood, lashed together with ropes. Closer inspection reveals that a number of runes have been carved into the logs, mingled with other markings. Blood has been splattered across the surface. The grass is knee-length, indicating it has possibly been some time since the altar was last visited.

However, crossing into the clearing and approaching the altar triggers a wave of wraiths, accompanied by a rage demon and several terror demons. It’s the world’s worst (best?) security system for someone’s arcane horror project. The noise of the fight will attract bears and wolves the longer it goes on, so do your best to end it quickly before someone loses an eye.

let’s have a ghost party errybody get in here

[muckspout]

Edgard, out of breath and leading the way after having pushed himself in front, stops at the edge of the dirt path. He sees something tall in the distance.

“Is that a shelter?” Finally. He turns to the person immediately behind him, grinning. “Race you there?

[inkindled]

Matthias wrinkles his nose. "What, go running headlong off into the bloody dark unknown? You first, mate."

He's not survived his seventeen years because he's stupid enough to hurtle toward uncertain structures in the distance. Instead, he stands on his toes a little, peering at the tall and distant whatever-it-is.

"We ought to do a bit of reconnaissance. If it is a shelter, who's to say there's not someone already at home?"

[thereneverwas]

"That looks," Barrow opines with outstretched finger, cigarette in his mouth, "fucking suspicious."
He's been a Templar, yes, but he's also been a mercenary, and there are all kinds of ridiculous things in Thedas that a sensible person Should Not Touch, let alone race to.

[poleaxed]

So everyone is too spooked to actually go at the thing they clearly need to go at. Jone heaves a sigh.

"Why don't you set it on fire, like," she says to the resident matchbox. "Or something near it. See if somebody runs out."

sorry y’all imma fuck shit up

[muckspout]

Edgard rolls his eyes.

“I’m going up there to look at it.”

He walks out into the clearing at a brisk pace. He does not notice the wraiths that immediately appear behind him, but the others probably do.

nice

[inkindled]

"I set it on fire, it all burns up before we can get a look at it. Near, maybe-- oi, hang on--!"

This last part is delivered in a fierce and urgent whisper, as Matthias realizes Edgard has gone dashing off after all. He goes to step after him, then thinks better of it as the thready forms of the wraiths come streaming into sight.

With a muttered curse, Matthias crouches down, trying to avoid the notice of the wraiths for the immediate moment. He'll not be leaving Edgard to face them alone, just need to work out what he can do--only then there's that strange and all-too-familiar dry dull crackling, and a glow off to the left, in amid the trees. The clubbed form of a rage demon is surging toward them.

[poleaxed]

Without much change in tone, "Can you set it on fire now?"

But, oh, there's a bloody demon on the way. Jone has her poleaxe at the ready, and tries to back up into a defensive position. This isn't exactly altruistic-- if she takes the first few hits, her reaver's strength kicks in faster.

"'kinell," she murmurs under her breath. "He's a big one, ain't he."

What the fuck is stealth?

[muckspout]

Edgard makes it to the structure and steps right up to it. It doesn't look like a shelter. He sighs. It's not his day. A weird glow illuminates the wood to show weird markings he can't read and...is it blood? Edgard nearly backs away from it, but stops. Weird glow?

He turns around to see a lot of wraiths and the others facing a rage demon.

"Putain." He whispers and draws his bow. He sends an arrow in the direction of the demon.