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rhokisb · 3 months

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“‘It’s been two weeks since my last encounter with Sheba.’ A week later he wrote, ‘North to Sheba. I need to see her everyday. I cannot focus on my work.’ It’s updated again, ‘Spent the night with Sheba, lost the potion for it.’ A day later, ‘I’m sick to my stomach. I feel famished, hope it’s not a sickness. Grey root not helping.’ A day after that, ‘Father Clarence is sick now too. Gave him a potion. My hair is falling out and I can’t see well. It’s not a flu. I’m quarantining myself.’” Orlogg looked around at the group before reading the final entry, “Took more of my blood yesterday. I can’t see at all.’”

“Maybe an illness took over the town, turned them into monsters.” Shenzu breaths came heavy as he spoke. Armand stood in a corner, a far off look in his eye, and said nothing at all.

“In any case, it will be best to not linger.”

“Really? I personally was thinking of buying a summer home here.” Dank muttered before turning to leave. Dante stopped him with a boot against the door frame, “We need to find the vial, or we wasted days and none of us will get paid.”

“Simple job. Easy money. Fetch. This is not fetch. This is some twisted monster creating sickness that wiped out an entire town. I don’t think twenty gold is worth my life.” Dank smacked Dante’s leg away from the frame before turning to look at the rest of the group.

~Day 22 of Weyard snips~

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A monstrous figure stood atop the roof of the temple. Its claws dripped black ichor, while its bulk hung off the overhang of the roof as it howled again before dropping to the ground with a rumbling thud. Though covered with fur, the figure clearly used to be human. Pink flesh stretched beneath the rough covering of fur as it stood, its eyes sunk beneath heavy brows. It looked like the creature they fought before, but much larger. Around its neck hung a wooden medallion carved into the shape of a woman with her arms raised above her head in a benevolent gesture.

“I think I found Father Clarence.” Armand shouted as the party raised their weapons against the thing. Orlogg clapped Dante on the shoulder.

“Don’t die.” He said before raising his hands and clapping, a short, “Olé!” marking his disappearance. Next, a black feathered arrow thumped into the creature’s side as it howled. Orlogg crouched on the roof of a building across from the team and smiled, drawing his second arrow as the party rushed Father Clarence.

In a flurry of blurred movement, Father Clarence bounded at the charging party, ducking beneath Armand’s swing, and thumping into the man who was thrown back by the slam. Vestare shouted as she brought her axe down, cleaving a chunk off the creature’s arm. Dank hung back, his eyes blazing as he muttered an incantation. Three of his fingers glowed with a blue energy and he smiled wickedly as he reached his arm back before casting the energy towards the beast. All three missiles hit their mark, and Clarence’s chest glowed blue from the force of the bolts that hit him. The man turned creature raked a clawed hand through the burning blue energy, its fingers burning with the magical energy that had not yet dissipated from the attack. While the Father was distracted, Shenzu slid beneath the figure’s large frame, punching the creature’s legs before swinging himself back up and onto the creature’s back with a grunt. Striding atop the back of the beast, the Draar aimed a series of blows at the back of the thing’s head.

Dante had tucked and rolled away from the party’s assault, crouching from a distance his aim trained on Father Clarence’s chest with his short bow. He chanted a mantra before losing his arrow, ensuring that his shot was aimed true. The arrow hit Clarence in the chest, almost directly below Orlogg’s own and the creature staggered as it reached behind its head, grabbing at the Draar who had yet to dismount from it’s back. The large, clawed hand wrapped around Shenzu’s leg and he hit the ground with a grunt before leaping to his feet snarling and leaking a green foam from his mouth. Vestare planted her feet and swung her axe again, catching the Father in the top of his thigh with a triumphant cry.

Father Clarence ripped Vestare’s axe from his leg, tossing the weapon aside with Vestare still attached. He turned his massive head towards Dante and crouched low preparing to bound towards the half-Elf. The creature launched himself through the air, dropping to all fours in a bestial fit of rage as he charged. An arrow went wide of the charging creature as Orlogg shouted in rage and frustration. With a sudden crack Armand slammed into the Father’s head with his war hammer, forcing Clarence to the ground. The man stood over the creature, which tried to rise to its feet in a daze.

“I’m sorry, Father.” Armand said as he brought the full force of his hammer down on the top of the creature’s head, caving in its skull with a wet gush of blood and brain matter. Then it was over.

~Day 19 of Weyard snips~

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In teams of two they moved forward, Armand sticking close to Dank while Vestare and Shenzu walked the pews confidently. Orlogg and Dante both moved up the center of the worship space to the lectern at the head of the room. Near the steps that climbed up towards the lectern was a large pool of blood that went up the steps and coagulated further in front of the podium.

“Mm, lovely.” Dante said to Orlogg under his breath and the half-Orc raised a hand to quiet him. They climbed the steps together until they were standing side by side at the head of the temple. On the lectern was a note, now spattered with dried blood. Orlogg picked it up and read out loud:

“‘Summer, 345: Garren, I’m feeling unwell. I’ll be seeing Ardur for a potion later this afternoon. Please take over the sermon for me. It’s probably allergies, but I’ll be unable to minister for this evening.’ It’s signed by a Father Clarence.”

“Probably allergies.” Dante repeated in a sour tone. Orlogg smacked his shoulder, “Ardur is who we were supposed to talk to about the vial, too. Seems like he was a busy man. I doubt a priest’s illness has anything to do with the thing in the stables.” Dante shrugged and looked about the lectern more, opening the small wooden drawer at it’s base. He straightened, holding a vibrant blue candle.

~Day 17 of Weyard snips~

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rhokisb · 3 months

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“Hello!?” Orlogg called out and was immediately struck from behind by Armand who slapped his open hand across the back of his head. He gestured angrily at Orlogg, bringing a finger to his lips.

“What are you worried about? Another one of those things? It’s not like it was hard to kill, big guy. If there’s anyone still alive in this town, we should be worried about them.” Orlogg called out again and the party winced as his voice carried through the dark woods that surrounded the town. There was no reply.

“We should check the temple; it is the most secure of the buildings and likely where people may have fled to.” Shenzu said. Armand nodded and the pair headed to the large building looming over the center of the town. The balls of light that Dank had summoned followed the party as they continued. Reaching the thick wooden doors of the temple they found them locked.

“See, I told you; the townspeople must have come here when the creature attacked. The three in the stable were unlucky, too far to make it. They must have thought they would be safe in the stable.” Shenzu said as they shook the handle on the door again.

~Day 16 of Weyard snips~

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rhokisb · 3 months

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“We’re already here. Even if everyone in this town is dead and gone if we get the vial, we will all be a little richer for it.” Dante spoke first, pulling on his hair attempting cover the bald patch.

“Twenty gold each? Hardly seems worth it.” Dank raised a hand and three balls of light appeared in his palm before rising above him and beginning to dance and spiral about, lighting the dark stables. Orlogg stayed silent, walking over to the ladder and swinging himself onto it. He climbed the few rungs to the top, his torso disappearing in the loft.

The space was dark as sin, and only his enhanced vision let him view the carnage within. The remains of three people, pieces of them missing from their hunched and torn forms, sprawled across the wooden floor. The body closest to the ladder was still reaching for the loft entrance, his face contorted in fear and pain. Orlogg sighed and dropped down off the ladder.

“Three dead up there. I say we get the vial. That thing wasn’t hard to finish off, if another is lurking around here in town, we’ll deal with it. Keep an eye out for survivors.” He knocked an arrow in his bow and nodded at Dante who followed suit. The two friends walked side by side, their heads on a swivel as they went to the exit. Vestare shrugged, hoisting her axe over her shoulder and followed the duo, the rest of the group bringing up the rear.

~Day 15 of Weyard snips~

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rhokisb · 3 months

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“You know medicine?” Armand scoffed. Orlogg nodded, producing a fowl smelling paste wrapped in a soaked bit of cloth.

“Salves and poultices mostly. Terrible at making potions, and honestly, how often do they work? If you’re ill enough to need a potion, you might as well see a healer at that point.” Orlogg tucked the poultice back away and Armand laughed. The large human matched the pace of the cart with ease and raised a hand above Vestare’s head. A warm light filtered from his palm and surrounded the half-Orc for a moment before dissipating. Vestare shuddered for a moment then raised her head.

What the hell did you just do?”

“Relieved the suffering from your over-indulgence, and you’re welcome.” He dropped his arm and continued walking alongside the cart. Vestare sneered, “I didn’t ask for your help, human. Keep your magics to yourself.”

“I thought that was awesome. Good thinking to bring a healer along with us.” Dank’s voice was full of cheer as he sat up in the cart, uncorking a flask and taking a swig. At the sound, Vestare turned and snatched the flask away, finishing it in a few gulps.

“You should have said you had drink on you. Got any more?” She asked, handing the container back to him. Dank pouted and put the flask back into his folded robes, “No, and you should ask before taking.”

~Day 10 of posting Weyard snips~

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rhokisb · 4 months

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The group spent the evening discussing their plans to leave for Garo in the morning. A two day walk to the town, at most another evening in the town itself, and then the journey back. The woman, who they learned was named Vestare, agreed to accompany them first. She murmured about debts she had to pay back and the lack of steady work in the portside town before falling asleep at the table.

The tall man, Armand, was less enthusiastic, but also agreed that the coin would help him on his future travels away from the muddy town. The younger Morkhet companion, Dank, watched the exchange excitedly before also agreeing that the pay was more than sufficient and agreeing to accompany the party. By the time the moon was high in the sky, the group had retired for the night, with Orlogg and Dante finding shelter in a nearby stable. They agreed to meet at the bar in the morning before setting off for Garo.

“I can’t believe you just left Vestare at the bar like that.” Dante shrugged his cape off before laying it on the bed of straw he’d made for himself in an empty stall. Orlogg turned in the stall next to him, wrinkling his nose against the manure stench.

“What’s it to us? The barman didn’t raise protest, and I’m going to imagine that it’s not uncommon for that one to find a home on whatever floor she finds herself that night.” A silence filled the air between the two for a moment.

“Are you really going to give them twenty gold? Dodonpa said five hundred for the retrieval.”

“Dante, with five hundred gold, we can be set up for several months. I’m sick of sleeping in stalls and eating dried bread fished from the bins. Or the tiny birds that you claim can feed us both.”

“They’re called pheasants, and we wouldn’t have to sleep in refuse if you’d let me ply my trade.” Dante sniped back from the other side of the stall.

“Either way, we’ll be out of pocket almost a hundred of that. Now ask yourself, for one hundred gold, how long could we stay in warm beds? Or have hot food? Still think it’s too little?” The night air brought a chill as it blew through the poorly insulated walls of the stable.

“I mean I’m not against it necessarily. Just wondering if we still need a fourth.”

~Day 7 of posting Weyard snips~

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rhokisb · 4 months

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“I’m Orlogg, this is Dante, and we’re here to find some assistance in a minor job for a gent from the city.”

“What city?”

“Does it matter?” The half-Orc offered a half-smile, but the joke was lost in the permanent scowl his scars created before continuing, “We’ve been hired to retrieve a vial from the town of Garo. Don’t know what’s in the vial, no doubt some rich man’s snake oil cure, but we will be paid handsomly for our part in retrieving it.”

“How much?”

“Well, that remains to be seen, though we’ve been promised enough to pay ourselves and any assistance we acquire along the way, twenty gold pieces. That’s more than a month’s pay on most other jobs, even mercenary work.”

“And who, in all the God's names, would pay you two that much for a single retrieval?” The man scoffed, pushing back in his chair.

“A rich man with too little time and too much coin.” Orlogg eyed the man as he rose to his feet, “Your loss, though. We’re here to spread the wealth; if you don’t want it, then we will find someone else.” The man paused, and Dante smiled, knowing the stance of an unsure man.

~Day 6 of Weyard snips~

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rhokisb · 4 months

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Day 2 Weyard Snip

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rhokisb · 3 months

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It was Shenzu who spoke first.

“There is something different here.” He said cryptically, looking around the shop. The others, saved for Dank, looked around the enclosed space. There was something different. The destruction Vestare had wrecked along her search for the vial had disappeared. It wasn’t that the shop was not disgusting, the plants still rotted, and the odour remained, but all the searching and the general mess it had created was now gone. The members who hadn’t noticed until now stood in stunned silence.

“We’re not in our time anymore.” Dank piped up next and the whole group turned to him, Armand striding towards him.

“What does that mean, exactly?”

“It’s as I said, we’re not in our time anymore, I really actually cannot make it simpler for you, friend.” He replied with a broad smile before striding out of the store. In the center of the town, the hulking body of Father Clarence was gone. The town looked untouched, though still dark, and empty.

“As we haven’t been shouted at or arrested for breaking and entering in the middle of a town with zero decorum, I’d say we haven’t moved forwards or backwards, but rather sideways. Time adjacent as it were.” Dank flourished around the square, his three balls of light appearing out of nowhere and pulsing around him.

“And!” Vestare had a tone to almost all her words, a very particular shout that only annoyed mother’s can achieve.

“And what? That’s the extent of my hypothesis, I’m afraid. I’m as lost as you are with a smashy hammer-man, two idiots and a bite-sized dragon.” Shenzu let out a low growl at the Morkhet who waved his hand as if batting at a fly, “I’m here for the twenty gold, just like you. Turns out we should have both minded our own flagons.” The four then turned to Dante and Orlogg who were lingering outside of the apothecary. The two looked at each other and shrugged.

~Day 25 of Weyard snips~

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rhokisb · 3 months

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“Are you coming?”

“This isn’t our problem. These two promised money for a simple retrieval. This is beyond our capabilities now.” Vestare pointed towards Orlogg and Dante as she spoke. The two raised their hands.

“Hey, we don’t have anything to do with this. We’re just as confused as you all are. We have our instructions, and we shared them with you. If you want to leave, then that’s fine by us. Leave the horse and cart though; I’m the one who rented it and I’m not about to be called a thief by some salt-nosed commoner.” Orlogg said as Dante nodded beside him.

“I’m just gonna say it: these two couldn’t find North with three compasses and a map.” Dank chuckled as he looked at Armand, still standing at the door. Dante pointed at his head the bald patch painfully visible.

“I wouldn’t do anything that could lead to something like this.” His voice cracked as he spoke.

“It’s okay Dainty, you’re still the prettiest boy in the town.” Orlogg patted the half-Elf on the back, using his pet name for his handsome companion. Dante shrugged off the comfort. The party remained silent for a few moments more.

“I’m going to look for Garren, and my first stop is the apothecary shop. Whether you come or not, does not matter to me, but I won’t leave until I’m sure there’s no one here that needs my aid.” Armand turned and opened the door, leaving the rest of the party in the temple.

“Kind of annoyingly self-righteous, that one.” Dante muttered before following the human, Orlogg trailing behind him.

~Day 18 of Weyard snip~

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Another black streak passed in front of Armand as Shenzu appeared in the stable, bringing his palm upwards against the short snout of the creature who howled in rage. Attempting to swipe at the dancing Draar, the creature found only empty air. Shenzu appeared behind the thing and did three quick strikes against the hilt of the sword Orlogg had left in the creature's back. The hilt turned in the creature’s flesh, ripping the beast apart from the inside. The beast staggered and swayed, its breath coming ragged. A series of blue blasts illuminated around Vestare as she hacked into the thing with her axe. The blue bolts that streaked past her thudded into the creature’s side as it toppled, the smell of burning fur enveloping the party.

Orlogg rushed to Dante’s side, helping the half-Elf stand and brushing off his cape.

“You idiot, look what you’ve done!” Dante screeched, pointing at the patch on his head where his hair had been ripped from its roots. The bald patch was bleeding and chunks of brown hair were matted down in the blood oozing from the wound.

“I didn’t really do that, it did.” Orlogg spun his friend in place, a series of quick brushes against his clothes removing the worst of the straw that clung to the fabrics. Armand came over to the duo, his face drawn in a grimace.

“Blame isn’t going to get us anywhere.” He raised a hand over Dante and a warm glow enveloped the half-Elf’s head, the broken skin healing in an instant. “We should be asking you two what that thing is.” The two friends looked between each other before shrugging in reply.

“‘Get the vial.’ That’s what we were told. There was no mention of strange creatures and dead towns.”

~Day 14 of Weyard snips~

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rhokisb · 3 months

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The closest structure to the party was the stables, to which Orlogg made a straight line. The half-Orc ducked his head as he entered the building and paused, sniffing the air. The stables were empty but a thick, copper stench permeated the air within. He raised an open hand, signaling to the party to stop behind him as he allowed his senses to take in the building. The stench was threatening to make him gag, but from the open doorway he couldn’t make out the source of the smell.

The wood above the half-Orc creaked as a wet, crunching sound pierced the silent evening. The half-Orc tensed, looking above to see an open hatch leading to the loft of the building. A streak led into the darkness above, the palm of a handprint left in blood on the last rung of the ladder that led upwards. Orlogg felt the blood drain from his face as he reached for his bow.

He felt the sharp sting of a slap on his hand and looked down to see Dante beaming proudly at him, his hand still raised from the high-five he’d delivered. Without hesitation, Orlogg grabbed the small half-Elf by a fistful of his hair, raising him off the ground so he was at eye level.

“What the hell are you thinking?” He yelled in the half-Elf’s face. Dante grimaced and squirmed against Orlogg.

With a blur Orlogg found himself gasping for air as he stared up at the ceiling. He had been knocked backwards as Dante was ripped from his grasp with a startled yelp. A large, furred figure crouched on top of Dante, who lay on the ground gaping at the creature. Orlogg clutched a patch of Dante’s hair in his hand as he struggled to his feet, regaining his breath. The calls from the four they had hired as they drew their own weapons seemed far away to him. He drew the short sword at his hip, a weapon he kept more as a threat than because he had any actual skill with it and jumped at the creature.

“You get off my fucking friend!” Orlogg roared, bringing his sword down repeatedly in the creatures back.

~Day 13 of Weyard Snips~