[SRP] Demons of Watchwood Forest

[Blaze]

James rolls his eyes and climbs up onto the horse.

"Thanks for your help."

He urged the horse into a trot and left the city.

[ZeroForever]

Stren shruged. "The Hart is here fer travelers to take shelter in... its one a tha few inns left on tha roads." Looking around, Victor would see a hearth blazing merrily, along with one or two hardy-looking travelers.

"Take yer horse over there... the stables are through the door to tha left." He points it out. "When yer done we have some stew on."

Victor lead his horse to the stables still rather cautious of the situation but accepting as it wouldn't be the first time random people made livings in strange places. Returning to the main room he greeted the other travelers with the standard intro he had given Stren examining them all the while.

[Harri-chan]

Hearing Nevrina's shout, Ginny tensed, but a frown creased her face as she saw the apparently empty room with it's overturned furniture. Reaching a hand behind her shoulders, she lifted the large shield onto her arm, holding it infront of her, still able to easily carry the giant sword in one hand when it should have been too heavy for even both hands! "I didn't come here to play games.... ", she spoke as she heard the breathing.

Nevrina's face went bright red as the voice purred inside her mind. One hand caught the edge of the door frame as the rush of pleasure flowed through her. Her knees went weak, and she had trouble staying on her feet, looking deeply ashamed as she let out a moan. In a desperate attempt to free herself, a ball of flame erupted in her free hand, and she flung it across the room, accidentally setting fire to the staircase...

[Brnin8r]

Trey smiled as he looked upon what seemed to be a sleeping Gregor. Despite their relationship, the knight-paladin considered his squire more of a son than a servant. He'd done well today and he deserved a decent night's sleep. Out of his heavy armor, Trey felt slightly vulnerable, but he'd also trained for a time without his armor so that in these situations, he'd be prepared. His bastard sword, held in one hand usually, was held fast in both hands and pointed downward as he stared into the depths of the forest. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched...or that something was near. He couldn't help but think about his reaction to the foul nature warrior. She'd ridden up to him to merely speak...or at least claim her kill and he'd ignored her as if she didn't even exist. Deep inside, he felt guilty...as she'd ridden into the forest he was tempted to break his silence but his own hubris kept him from warning her.

As Gregor lay still trying to sleep he couldn't shake the odd whispering in his ear; but only as he drifted near the edge of sleep. As he shook his head to listen more intently, it'd be gone. He remembered earlier when the nature paladin rode up to them...but seeing Trey ignore her, he knew he'd get in trouble if he did anything else but look forward. He was worried about her...Trey had told him the forest was dangerous further in. If Trey was cautious, he figured she should be too...but he couldn't say anything then. After a while, he figured the whispering was just his imagination and that the warrior from earlier would be okay Gregor surrendered to sleep.

[Alissa of Someday]

The silence seems to swallow his bellow... then a gust of wind blows through, rustling the trees. On the wind he could swear he heard faint whispering. As it dies down, he hears a creak from inside the keep, and a hollow rustling klinking sound.

"Ill wind..."

The man sniffs the air , but allows himself a small smile.

"Then I must be in the right place."

Dismounting his horse, he carefully ties it up, before straightening, and heading into the keep!

[Knight Errant]

Dirk mumbles about damn stupid ladders, then nocks on the door. Again he fiddles with his headgear, though this time, it's not clear what he was doing, perhaps it was just a nervous habit or something.

After a few moments, an old man with a long white beard in simple faded brown clothing answers the door. His frame is rather large, and the shape of muscles can still be seen under his clothing, though faded and weakened by time. He looks over Dirk curiously before speaking. "Hello, boy... whatcha want?"

James rolls his eyes and climbs up onto the horse.

"Thanks for your help."

He urged the horse into a trot and left the city.

The horse, though it still seems like it would like to throw him off, manages to take him out of the city and to the crossroads! Where will he go now...

Victor lead his horse to the stables still rather cautious of the situation but accepting as it wouldn't be the first time random people made livings in strange places. Returning to the main room he greeted the other travelers with the standard intro he had given Stren examining them all the while.

The travelers seem to be mostly rangers, with a few brave merchants, travelers, and adventurers. One of the merchants, who's name was Damien, seems to take interest in him. "So whats a young boy like you doing in the Watchwood?"

Hearing Nevrina's shout, Ginny tensed, but a frown creased her face as she saw the apparently empty room with it's overturned furniture. Reaching a hand behind her shoulders, she lifted the large shield onto her arm, holding it infront of her, still able to easily carry the giant sword in one hand when it should have been too heavy for even both hands! "I didn't come here to play games.... ", she spoke as she heard the breathing.

Nevrina's face went bright red as the voice purred inside her mind. One hand caught the edge of the door frame as the rush of pleasure flowed through her. Her knees went weak, and she had trouble staying on her feet, looking deeply ashamed as she let out a moan. In a desperate attempt to free herself, a ball of flame erupted in her free hand, and she flung it across the room, accidentally setting fire to the staircase...

At Ginny's words, there is a loud shriek... directly above her. As a monstrous figure leaps down on her from above. Its eyes glow with a demonic red, its fangs are huge, as well as its claws and wings. It strongly resembled a bat... but human sized and grotesquely deformed into a killing machine. Of course Ginny wouldnt be bothered with identifying it, but trying to keep it from clamping its jaws on her neck. Meanwhile, behind her smoke begins rising from the stairwell she came from.

Nevrina hears an amused laugh as she sets the staircase on fire. It might take her a moment to realize it came from HER throat! The pleasure continues, and only grows more intense as her body begins tingling, faintly glowing a dark purple. The seductive whisper comes to her ear again. "Join with me... I will give you eternal life, power, and more pleasure than you ever dreamed of..."

Trey smiled as he looked upon what seemed to be a sleeping Gregor. Despite their relationship, the knight-paladin considered his squire more of a son than a servant. He'd done well today and he deserved a decent night's sleep. Out of his heavy armor, Trey felt slightly vulnerable, but he'd also trained for a time without his armor so that in these situations, he'd be prepared. His bastard sword, held in one hand usually, was held fast in both hands and pointed downward as he stared into the depths of the forest. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched...or that something was near. He couldn't help but think about his reaction to the foul nature warrior. She'd ridden up to him to merely speak...or at least claim her kill and he'd ignored her as if she didn't even exist. Deep inside, he felt guilty...as she'd ridden into the forest he was tempted to break his silence but his own hubris kept him from warning her.

As Gregor lay still trying to sleep he couldn't shake the odd whispering in his ear; but only as he drifted near the edge of sleep. As he shook his head to listen more intently, it'd be gone. He remembered earlier when the nature paladin rode up to them...but seeing Trey ignore her, he knew he'd get in trouble if he did anything else but look forward. He was worried about her...Trey had told him the forest was dangerous further in. If Trey was cautious, he figured she should be too...but he couldn't say anything then. After a while, he figured the whispering was just his imagination and that the warrior from earlier would be okay Gregor surrendered to sleep.

Trey's watch for the first few hours was rather boring. But peaceful. The sounds of night around him to keep him company. But he feels another presence drawing closer... a much more malign presence. Over to the east, the sounds of night creatures falls silent, as something crashes through the brush.

Meanwhile, Gregor begins dreaming! In his dream, he wanders through a forest. The forest is thick with mist, but bright so it looked like the woods were filled with white clouds. He hears the whispering from before, but it grows louder as it resolves into actual words... a outline of a man in battle-scarred armor appearing out of the mist. "What do you seek?" Asks the man.

"Ill wind..."

The man sniffs the air , but allows himself a small smile.

"Then I must be in the right place."

Dismounting his horse, he carefully ties it up, before straightening, and heading into the keep!

Inside the keep, he finds a once-grand entry hall. Rotted tapestries adorn the walls, and doors on both sides of the room lead to who knows where? Up ahead, he sees what looks for all things like a chapel. A strange looking altar at the head, and pews in front of it. Also, the growth outside seems to have given up upon the threshold of the keep. No grass, trees, weeds, or even spiders have infiltrated the keep. For all he knew, he might be the first living thing to enter the keep in hundreds of years.

With that thought, one of the doors to his left creeks open, revealing a skeleton clad in rusty plate wielding an equally rusty sword. Its bones glow a faint red, as it opens its mouth and hisses at him... clattering forward with no doubt homicidal intent.

[all_knowing_frog]

"Where, in the name of all that is holy, are the monsters comming from and what can I do to get them to stop?" gestures towards the the main gate, "I'm tired of no business going on! I even helped the bastards down there, hoping theye'd trade with me -then-."

[ZeroForever]

The travelers seem to be mostly rangers, with a few brave merchants, travelers, and adventurers. One of the merchants, who's name was Damien, seems to take interest in him. "So whats a young boy like you doing in the Watchwood?"

Victor noting the situation decided to go with the generic truth approach to the question "I'm am simply doing the lords will, cleansing evil though really shouldn't need special reasons though but the priesthood is rather lax otherwise."

[Blaze]

James urges his horse towards Blackstone

[Alissa of Someday]

Inside the keep, he finds a once-grand entry hall. Rotted tapestries adorn the walls, and doors on both sides of the room lead to who knows where? Up ahead, he sees what looks for all things like a chapel. A strange looking altar at the head, and pews in front of it. Also, the growth outside seems to have given up upon the threshold of the keep. No grass, trees, weeds, or even spiders have infiltrated the keep. For all he knew, he might be the first living thing to enter the keep in hundreds of years.

With that thought, one of the doors to his left creeks open, revealing a skeleton clad in rusty plate wielding an equally rusty sword. Its bones glow a faint red, as it opens its mouth and hisses at him... clattering forward with no doubt homicidal intent.

"Hrmph."

The man steps backwards with a practiced nonchalance...and suddenly his sword is in his hands!

"Mine's sharper."

With that he charges forwards, trying to cleave off its sword-arm!

[Knight Errant]

"Where, in the name of all that is holy, are the monsters comming from and what can I do to get them to stop?" gestures towards the the main gate, "I'm tired of no business going on! I even helped the bastards down there, hoping theye'd trade with me -then-."

The man stares at him awhile, then chuckles. "Straight to the point, eh? I like that. But still... I wouldnt send you out there to fight these monsters... that would be akin to sendin ya to your death."

Victor noting the situation decided to go with the generic truth approach to the question "I'm am simply doing the lords will, cleansing evil though really shouldn't need special reasons though but the priesthood is rather lax otherwise."

The merchant nods. "Ah I see... and we must seem an awful wicked place to your church. They have no patience for our ways... we no desire for theirs. Just a warnin, young fella... some folks got it into their heads your church is responsible for the present situation. His holiness movin into Overwatch and ousting the Knights and all... soon later the Dark ones come outta the woodwork. Lot a tosh says I... but some might decide to 'take vengence' on any unprotected man a tha cloth. May they be a man or boy."

James urges his horse towards Blackstone

The road to Blackstone is almost sedate. The road is wide, and he runs across patrols every now and then. Finally as dark begins to set in, he sees the distant glimmer of a campfire along the road. Coming up to it, he sees a camp of travelers dug in for the night. One of them calls out to him. "Oi! I wouldnt be going any further if I was you, stranger. Watchwood's no place to be riding through at night. Come and share the fire with us." They seem an amiable enough lot... and a freshly killed boar is roasting over the fire.

"Hrmph."

The man steps backwards with a practiced nonchalance...and suddenly his sword is in his hands!

"Mine's sharper."

With that he charges forwards, trying to cleave off its sword-arm!

The skeleton brings the rusted sword around to block, then presses forward! Slicing at his chest!

((Fight scene! Wooo!))

[all_knowing_frog]

"Look, if you don't tell me, the gate's gonna be gone as I leave." growls at him, one of the lenses falling in front of his eye, making it look much bigger then normal... not all that threatening, grumbles as he moves it out of the way again. "I'm an alchemist, alright? One of the best there is. Infact, I'm known for being able to fight with alchemy, unlike most. If I wanted to, I could get you to tell me by forcing a truth serum down your old throat." pauses, then takes several deep breathes, "...sorry, I'm kinda stressed, just please, tell me."

[Blaze]

James mulls over what the king told him, barely notices the time past and only snaps out of it when he arrives at the camp.

"Oh... thank you."

He dismounts the horse and sits down next to the fireplace.

[Harri-chan]

Ginny's heart skipped a beat at the shriek, and she lifted her shield a little higher as the winged creature dropped from above. As it lunged for her neck, she bashed her shield towards it's face, and then lifted a leg, trying to kick her heavy boot towards the creatures stomach as the smell of smoke grew from behind her.

Nevrina clasped both hands over her mouth as she realised it was her that had been laughing. Her wide eyes squinted around the room as she turned in a circle, and then one of those hands dropped down against the front of her golden robe, down between her thighs, "Wh-What will happy to Ginny?", she asked nervously as she looked for the source of the voice in her mind.

[Knight Errant]

"Look, if you don't tell me, the gate's gonna be gone as I leave." growls at him, one of the lenses falling in front of his eye, making it look much bigger then normal... not all that threatening, grumbles as he moves it out of the way again. "I'm an alchemist, alright? One of the best there is. Infact, I'm known for being able to fight with alchemy, unlike most. If I wanted to, I could get you to tell me by forcing a truth serum down your old throat." pauses, then takes several deep breathes, "...sorry, I'm kinda stressed, just please, tell me."

The old man sighs. "Fine... we arent sure where they are coming from exactly... but... there is an old mine outside the walls of the town. Its said it was abandoned when the miners dug too deep and unearthed something unholy. Tis a cursed place, and no one in living memory has seen the inside of it. It was abandoned when my grandfather was a young lad."

James mulls over what the king told him, barely notices the time past and only snaps out of it when he arrives at the camp.

"Oh... thank you."

He dismounts the horse and sits down next to the fireplace.

The man who called him over shrugs. "Traveler's courtesy, sir... and you look like you can fight. Might help if the Dark ones decide to give us a try." He smirks. "Anyway... you hungry?"

Ginny's heart skipped a beat at the shriek, and she lifted her shield a little higher as the winged creature dropped from above. As it lunged for her neck, she bashed her shield towards it's face, and then lifted a leg, trying to kick her heavy boot towards the creatures stomach as the smell of smoke grew from behind her.

Nevrina clasped both hands over her mouth as she realised it was her that had been laughing. Her wide eyes squinted around the room as she turned in a circle, and then one of those hands dropped down against the front of her golden robe, down between her thighs, "Wh-What will happy to Ginny?", she asked nervously as she looked for the source of the voice in her mind.

((Yay! Another fight scene! XD))

Her quick action hurls the monster off of her! It tumbles, rights itself, screeches, and lunges again! In a half charge half flying swoop, its eyes burning with rage.

She hears another laugh. "I'm not in the room, sweet girl... I'm inside you... And soon we will be inseparable." Her other hand, unbidden, rises to her breast and starts caressing it. There is a sudden swell of pleasure, and with it she feels the breast under her hand begin growing! Her skin begins changing color as well, slowly turning a light purple. There is an itch on her forehead.

"As for the Paladin... we will keep her alive. She will be much more fun that way. But we must put her in her place... soon you will have the power... the beauty... the right to be her superior..."

The demon's words sound right to her. She wanted it... the longer the demon was in her, the more she found her desires growing. She wanted it all... the power, the beauty, the pleasure... it should be all hers!