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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[muckspout]

A rock flies out of a tree hitting the on fire Bear directly on the head.

Edgard whoops and swings down from a branch.

“Took care of that, seems like.” He points at the tree. “There was plenty of room up there.”

[inkindled]

The rock earns another muddled grunt of pain from the bear as it strikes on its head and bounces off onto the ground. Matthias winces with involuntary sympathy. Not that the burning didn't likely hurt as well, but at least there was dignity to it.

"Didn't take care of it," he counters, "just hit it with a rock. We'd do better to go after it and finish this."

[muckspout]

Edgard wheels around wildly and looks back at the tree.

"I thought you took care of it with the fire! The rock was just" He stumbles over his words. "for fun." He says sheepishly.

Edgard looks back at the tree considering climbing back up it.

"Fine" He sighs drawing his bow. He hits the bear in the back. It does very little except make it angrier.

Edgard dramatically shrugs, pulls out a knife and runs headlong towards the on fire bear.

[poleaxed]

Jone sees him go, and that's when the screaming starts.

From her. Because she is screaming. "Are you messin'?" At him. She is screaming at him. "Get the fuck back here, you great blert!"

And it's not long before she's running after him, poleaxe held high.

[muckspout]

Edgard doesn't slow his pace, but turns in a u and runs right back toward Jone. He yells,

"Throwing things did work, fire didn't work, what exactly do you suggest other than gutting him?"

[poleaxed]

Screaming turns to cackling. "A bigger bloody knife!" And she keeps running straight. Bye.

[thereneverwas]

Picking at something in his teeth, Barrow leans on the haft of his hammer and watches all this with his brow furrowed.

"I think we scared him off," he says, to nobody in particular, because they are all running and screaming.