Nagaram

[Cifero Windtail]

Turning quickly, Viola threw a pellet of some kind at the hunter's face, then uncapped a small bottle of fluid and poured it on the chain. As the pellet hit, it exploded into a cloud of smoke.

[Tina]

(She'll be gone for the weekend so she just said to have her follow along. Not sure if she's clothed or not though.)

(Yes she has a shirt on and since the lower half of her is a giant flower there it's only her upper body that was a problem.)

[The Past]

((Sorry for poofing there for a while. I set the place to be empty before your post, Moka. So for continuity's sake, let's say there are two inns in the area and Geoff was in the least popular one))

Geoff had sat around for a while until his mind relaxed, and he went back to bed. His sleep didn't last long, and he finally gave up and packed up to leave.

Dressed in his normal attire, he began his way down the road before growing a little anxious. He changed his mind and decided to head around to his base through the forest. It will take longer, but it's worth it in case the possible infection progresses faster than normal. Unlikely but possible. What can happen may happen, and he didn't want to be around civilians if it does.

[Rayleonarde]

The hunter wheezed and stumbled backwards, trying to clear his nose.

[Tina]

Viola crashed to the ground, grunting as she did so, and realized that she had to act fast. Taking up her dagger, the hybrid quickly cut through the bandages wrapped around her pouch, wincing as the blade grazed her skin. Undeterred from her purpose, she quickly stuffed her hands inside and grasped the item that she so severely needed.




Zanthe shrugged. "No one is perfect," she replied, turning to Pettle. "Alright... come inside, then. We were just setting up for the night." (Is Pettle wearing clothes?)

"Thank you." Pettle unroots herself and goes inside, looking back cautiously.

[Cifero Windtail]

Viola stood up and, picking up the chain that had seemed to come detatched from her ankle,  winged it at the hunter, aiming directly for his face with the other end... which was wet with something. As soon as it left her hand, she sheathed her dagger and pulled a shortsword from her pouch, attaching it to her belt and drawing the blade.




Zanthe looked over at Devin. "We should follow her in," she said, laying a hand on Devin's shoulder.

[Farewell]

Devin seemed to be deep in thought before he snapped out of it and looked down at her giving a small nod. "Yea, Alright." He replied before he began to follow the plant inside the house.

[Rayleonarde]

The hunter stumbled backwards, bellowing in pain.

[Cifero Windtail]

As the wet end of the chain hit the hunter's face, his flesh began to sizzle and smoke.


Keeping in a crouched position to protect her abdomen from attack, Viola quickly slashed at the hunter's chain hand, cutting a deep gash in the back of it.

Zanthe followed close behind, keeping an eye on the surrounding woods until she was inside.

[Farewell]

Devin proceeded to light some the candles in the house as the day grew dark. Eventually making his way in the rooms and returning without his armor and instead in his regular clothing. "So nothing seems to be out of the ordinary in the house. There's two rooms so feel free to choose whichever room your comfortable with... Also plant, I'm sorry I didn't catch your name. If you decide to stay you can take a room as well and I can sleep here in the living room."

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe, in turn, quickly changed into some normal clothes as well, though this time she wore a shirt that left her midsection exposed, but still covered her body significantly more than her barmaid shirt, which was really nothing more than a small piece of fabric with sleeves. She still wore a dagger, nonetheless. However, she seemed very eager to sit down, mainly so that Pettle did not see the tattoo on her lower back. "... I may have to wash some clothes." the catfox said. "All the clean shirts I have left are like this."

[Rayleonarde]

The hunter lashed out, his chain-weapon barely scratching Viola's ankle. But, the scratch was deemed enough by the hunter, as he retreated into the bog.  The veil of fog lifted, the way out now clear.

[Tina]

Zanthe, in turn, quickly changed into some normal clothes as well, though this time she wore a shirt that left her midsection exposed, but still covered her body significantly more than her barmaid shirt, which was really nothing more than a small piece of fabric with sleeves. She still wore a dagger, nonetheless. However, she seemed very eager to sit down, mainly so that Pettle did not see the tattoo on her lower back. "... I may have to wash some clothes." the catfox said. "All the clean shirts I have left are like this."

"Oh sorry, my name s pettle. I can sleep downstairs since I see a nice patch of dirt over there. I...also need to wash my shirt, since I keep getting sap and dirt on it." Pettle looks shy as she says that.

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe, noting Pettle's shyness, flashed her a small, comforting smile. "I could wash your shirt together with my own, if it would make you feel comfortable," she said. "You can borrow one of my clean shirts while I do so, as well."




Viola blinked, touching the scratch lightly. "...Huh," she muttered, looking down at the chain still around her ankle. "I guess he gave up...?"

[Rayleonarde]

The quiet chitterings and chirrups of birds and bugs filled the air, and the forest was calm.  However, the massive necro-knight had seemingly disappeared. In fact, the mountains that were once in the distance were gone, as if the forest had been on an island, surrounded by a cloudy ocean.