The trial of mother and father part 2 - RPLOG
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Date
2/10/480
Log
The woods seem to almost Mock Fenris as he tries to drag Glein from the cabin and what lies within, a Flurry of Cackles take flight from some of the taller trees. The temperature shifts, getting just a little colder as a breeze cuts through the village, stiring up debris and foilage as the rest of the party waits near the path further into the Swamps.
Fenris can only hope that the ransacked home and the grizzly scene within will remain untouched in their absence, but the missing, and possibly still living beings take precedence. "We'll be back in no time," he says brightly, moving to follow the swamp path.
"That's an odd thing to sound cheerful about, mister Fenris..." Corin says, looking over the scene, memorizing as much detail as possible. He looks thoughtful, but doesn't say anything on the subject for the time being.
With a disappointed sigh, Glein looked to Fenris, before giving the site a look over, to make sure it was perfectly recalled. One of the benefits of his photographic memory. Should they, of course, have to recreate the scene upon their return. Still, he makes sure to have his weapons at least loosened in their holders. No point seeing this job as 'friendly' any longer. Not if murder was on the menu. "Fine, we'll proceed." He says, walking to the rest of the group.
Millicent peeks into the room once she can. "... It kind of makes me uncomfortable," she comments, eyeing the body. "I wonder what he saw. Or knew." Because that was the conclusion she was jumping to after all she'd seen. Surely the poor guy must have becom privy to something shady in this town he shouldn't have. She stares a moment longer, then follows after, distinctly more on edge.
Pausing a moment, Glein steps into the cabin fully, and kneels by the body, gently opening one of the clenched hands, revealing a crumpled piece of paper. Taking it, Glein opened it carefully, to avoid undo damage.
The Paper itself isn't that old, partially bloodstained but mostly legible.
"Strangers are coming, I guess someone was smart enough to set up a notice for the freeswords. Be on your guard when they show, and lead them to the place. You know where, we'll deal with them quickly. Don't linger in the village for to long...something is out there, Father fears there may be other factions at play here"
whatever else is written is to obscured by blood, the torches flaring for a moment in the dark as a light is struck in the church.
Fenris makes his way down the swamp path, no longer concerned if the others are following, eyes moving carefully along the path ahead. Whatever it is that he was feeling here, it certainly wanted them to be somewhere, and he did not plan to disappoint. Another vivid ? appears on his cheek, this one a bright purple.
Corin follows Fenris into the swamp, apparently unwilling to let Fenris wander off by himself, and nudges the bigger-than-him cat, "You know this is a trap, right?" Corin says very quietly to Fenris, despite having not seen the note, "And we're fixing to spring it."
The bear cracks his knuckles in preparation and hefts his shotgun, "Hope lead works as well as ever on whatever we're walking into..."
"I think our first problem lies here in town actually." Glein says, standing up and stepping out of the cabin, holding the letter. "Someone doesn't want us here." He states, letting the freeswords read the letter, his gaze sliding over the homes of the village.
"Why do you say-" Millicent cuts off when she looks over the letter. "... Oh. So he didn't die because he knew too much. Someone killed him because he was... Part of the problem? Maybe?" She looks over the village again, scratching her head. "... Do you think the village is on our side, or against us? Assuming the... Whatever is hostile is out in the forests."
The party has split, pathes have divided. The trail itself is quiet, ringed in by murky waters that do not reveal their depth at a cursory glance. The Water reflects the light of the torches, throwing up murky shadows and twisted distortions as ripples reveal something moving just below the surface.
Back at the village nothing has changed dramatically, the village still remains quiet. The single light at the top of the church burning bright in the silence as a silhouette of the occupant is seen for but a moment before disappearing again.
Fenris nods at Corin's assessment. "Oh yes," he says happily, "Definitely a trap." The tiger seems awfully cheerful for someone walking along a path into the swamp, apparently unarmed. He reaches up to scratch nonchalantly at the thick ruff of fur peeking from his tight shirt. "Maybe some extra light could help," he offers, waving his finger and conjuring up three little balls of blue flame that skim out over the water.
"Help THEM, or US?" Corin asks peering over at the waters, "Because that's definitely letting them know exactly where we are..." Corin says, as though he's ANY kind of stealthy, "Not that I'm objecting to going in guns blazing, but..."
With a mind on the matter, Glein heads to the church. So far, it was the only place that was 'alive', so to speak. While it would be possible to go door to door, Glein had no intention of asking randomly. Especially if hte whole village was hostile. "Yes. I'm not sure for what he was killed for, but this village, while possibly with us, is also just as likely against us. We should speak no more of it in the open, lest they decide the pair of us are not worth the time or effort of ignoring anymore." He says, striding quietly and calmly to the church's doors.
Millicent follows along after Glein, always glancing over her shoulder. The fur on her neck was still standing on end. She had little mind for investigative things, so she lets the spider lead the way. "Right, right." Hopefully they were with them! "Hopefully..." She murmurs the part, peeking around Glein as they approach the church.
The church looms ahead, the only structure that actually looks a bit newer then the others, built more recently. One could almost say it was intact, if it werent for the doors looking as if they were splinted from within, gaping maws of splintered wood that barely resemble doors anymore. It's cleary that someone is indeed still there, a torch moving that is barely visible from the inside illuminating a sign strung across the front 'please knock'
The lights go unmolested for a bit, sweeping over the mirror like surface of the water to shine bright before there is a ripple in the surface, a quick movement and a violent churning of the water as a tendril of something under the surface lashes out at the offending light! Before crashing back down below the surface.
"See!" Fenris says brightly, as the attacked light blinks out of existance, "Look at everything we are learning!" The tiger does not conjure up a replacement for the lost weir light, but let's the other two continue to roam in wide circles. Then the big tiger starts to hum, softly to himself. It is an old folk tune about some sort of hunt or other. The lyrics don't spring readily to mind.
"This is HELPING?" Corin asks incredulously, raising an eyebrow at Fenris, "If only the fuse wouldn't go out..." Corin mutters to himself. patting his bag gently. DYNAMITE FISHING FOR MONSTERS! Corin still looks all around for whatever the trouble is that's going to come after them.
With a careful hand, Glein opens the door, and steps inside. His eyes roam teh interior, looking to identify anything out of place or strange from the normal of such structures. In addition he was looking at the occupant, keeping him in sight enough to be ready should he prove hostile.
"Shouldn't we kn- Oh." Millicent bites her lip, cutting off as the door is opened, shuffling in after Glein. Guess not. Her tail goes still, trailing behind her. Her hand twitches, staying ready in case she should need to draw... But hopefully she won't!
"You should of knocked" Came a response, the voice low as a figure fades back into a darkened alcove. The candle they were holding dropping to the floor and twisting the setting it illuminated a bit harsher then one could imagine. The rows of pews are smashed, twisted as if a weapon of immense force had been used, Blood spattered across most of them and the walls reveal the scene as it was. The bodies strew around are wearing light armor, leathers made from creatures easily found in these swamps, their weapons simple farm tools, sharpened axes and sickles. It's what lay across the remains of the alter that should be alarming, a being of an unusual size, wearing nothing but rags as it regards both Glein and Millicant with dead eyes behind a mask of Bone, a bleached white skull with antlers. The weapon that may of been responsible for smashing the pews sitting at its feet, a massive executioners axe.
Almost immediatly Fenris can feel a tap on his shoulder, an almost familiar voice now cutting through the darkness. "You know, most people at least carry a torch." The smaller canine exclaims, smiling from under the blacked hood of his robes as he presents just that to Fenris, humming in time to the old tune as he smiles. "People go missing out this way if they don't be careful, to many things that don't appreciate visitors. Especially strangers." He comments, his emerald eyes full of mirth.
Fenris smiles at the robed being. "Thank you," he says, accepting the offered torch and considering the hooded canine, "You seem familiar," he notes, "Do you have a cousin who wears green?" There is a pleasant smile on the tiger?s face, but his eyes are sharp and clear. "We?re actually here looking for some missing beings," he explains, not questioning the other being?s sudden appearance, "Have you seen them?"
"Yep!" Corin says with his usual cheer, lifting his lantern (And by extension, the barrel of his gun) a bit, "It'd be really nice to get a lead on them!" The bear's smile shows just a biiiit more teeth than usual.
The spider seems completely unfazed. "Most people in my line of work also don't use the front door." Glein says, giving a grim smile. "I imagine this is probably way the locals don't like strangers." He comments, crossing his arms as he stood there. "They're not among the living. And likely haven't for some time. A shame. I believe many of them would have been vastly more friendly than the current residents." He observes. "These can't be more than just the latest victims."
Millicent spreads her paws, taking a wider stance as she wraps a hand around her sword. It did not take a genius to start putting two and two together when seeing all the bodies and one left standing with a large weapon. "They likely would have," she replies to Glein, who spoke many words and made many comments she might have had he not. Now, though, she only has one things to ask. "Did you do this?"
The gun is met with a frown, the hood coming down to reveal the same Canine who had greeted them at the village. "Hm, cousin who wears green?" He asks, tilting his head a bit before shaking it in response. "No, I have no family. They've long since passed." He answers, his hands sliding into the robes as he regards them both with a lazy smile. "I see you are finally looking to check out their sacred place, mind if I join you?" He asks, cocking his head to one side as a ripple on the water beings to stir.
The larger being, slumps forward, a twitch is all in response. It's very clear he's as dead as the others in the room. The scene itself is painted rather well if one takes the time to look at it, all are dead. Possibly an ambush, but for them or did they set it is the question?
Fenris shrugs. "Sure thing, kid," Fenris says, "Just be careful. I assumed you were a local?" The tiger continues to lead the way, torch held high, while his two remaining fox fire balls float about. "What is this place sacred to, anyway? The symbols aren't really familisr to me."
Corin brings up the rear of the party, a beatific smile on his face, "I have no issue with it." Corin says, "Resting his weapon over his hsoulder, extending the pool of light provided by its lantern further.
Glein shook his head. "No, the large one didn't. He was as dead as the rest." He states, and gestures to hte alcove the figure had faded into. "The one who is hiding there, and has likely moved if he is smart, is possibly our acting party." He points out, still no weapons in his hands, nor where his hands near them. Stepping a couple of paces into the demolished church, Glein smiles. "I commend your work, even if it is far more brutal and bloody than even I would care to do myself."
"... Oh." Millicent straightens up, frowning, and feeling a little silly. "The light was playing tricks on me." She'll blame it on the nightmares she's got from home. Her and drops from the sword and she looks around again. "... Grisly work. Though I do not know what your intentions are," she speaks aloud.
There is laughter, it bounces off the walls. "You think this is my doing? Intresting." Came the voice, disconnected, seeming to come from all around as it speaks. "I would advise caution, some are older then they look. Do not trust at face value." The words ring out before gone, almost as if a presence itself had left the church as the voice fades
Fenris boy comment is greeted with a smirk, the hood adjusted once more with a quiet nod as he follows them onward. Twice now something moved under the water, moving towards the party as if to strike at them before quieting down just a few feet away from their position as they travel down the path. As they go further the chanting can be heard, rough voices speaking in unison in the distance, a roaring fire visible in the night. "Beats me." Came the answer from the canine, studying the fire in the distance.
"Uh-huh," Fenris says thoughtfully, taking note of the water creature's actions and raising an eyebrow at the small canine accompanying them. "Last chance to turn back, I guess," the tiger says, waving his torch toward the glow of the fire. He holds the torch out to the hooded being as he summons his little orbs of blue fire back to revolve around him, lighting the immediate area. "You probably ought to hold this," he says, "I'm going to want my hands free, I think." Then he starts toward the chanting.
Corin completely missed the smirk, being behind the pair and keeping more of an eye on the nearby swamp. His heart beats in trepidation and anticipation of the rush of the trap. Knowing Fenris to be a better people person, Corin keeps bringing up the rear. "No backing out now." he mumbles, eyeing the swamp water.
As the figure leaves, Glein nods. "Check for any kind of letter, or messages. They could be some innocuous as a oddly pristine part of hte church or even a letter." Glein advises, stepping into the church's heart properly, moving gently amongst the bodies, checking over each with a glance.
"Alright," Millicent nods, looking around the room before she makes for the peculiar being she first mistook for being alive. They were the obvious source, so... She srearches them first. She could move out from there.
the torch is taken, the canine shrugging a bit as he quietly stands there. "Why turn back? You've already come such a long way." He commented, brushing debris off his shoulder as he stands there with the torch in hand to let Fenris continue forward. The Gathering comes into view, many beings in crude outfits of cloth and leather, wearing masks made of hide and bone as the ring a circle. A single 'priest' if you could call him that standing in front of the bone fire drapped in bone, a feather dress upon his head set with a single stone that pulsed in the light. "Welcome brothers! Tonight, we pay our respects to the father and his brothers! Through him we are able to rule over these lands, and through him we prosper." His words ring out as he smiles, showing to many teeth as he overlooks the crowd
The Church itself is all but empty of any clues, but studying the corpses reveal that they all have something in common, necklaces of bone with a single sigil carved into a stone that hung from it, even the larger being was wearing it. Anyone with experience in combat can see what happened, they where here to set up an ambush and had gotten caught in their own trap.
Fenris strides into the light of the fire. "Hello! Hello!" he calls with a pleasant smile, "So sorry to interrupt. I'm sure the Father can wait a second. Have you seen any lost beings wandering around? I'm supposed to be helping them home." He turns his smile on the priest, or whatever he is. "That is a great hat," he compliments, "Is it custom made? I have one just like it, only without the feathers. Or the bones. In fact, it is not even a hat. Or anything like your hat. But that is a nice hat, is what I am really trying to say."
Corin realizes, at this point, that maybe Fenris ISN'T better at people skills than him, and that he's made a horrible error, but it's too late to do anything about it now. Still, he strides forward to stand beside Fenris, gun still shouldered in a not-terribly-aggressive way and waits on the inevitable. Though he does wave with his free hand and say "Hullo!"
Checking over hte bodies, Glein notes only one common line amongst them was their necklaces. And then there was the fact that this had been a definitive ambush. "I imagine they were intended to attack us if we didn't go to the swamps." He says, kneeling near one body and lifting one of the necklaces. "This looks to be their marker." He comments. It wasn't anything he recognized, and so he'd keep quiet about what it could mean beyond that.
Millicent nods slowly. She noticed the necklaces, too. "I don't recognize it, but... A cult, probably. It's always the cults that do this kind of weird, damnable activity." She wrinkles her nose, masking it in her sleeve a moment later. "What do you think? Something like that, or... A clan of bandits? That seems unlikely, all things considered out here... I wonder what happened. If it was the person that quickly fled."
A quick silence falls upon the group, Fenris and Corin met with stares of disbelief for a few moments before those looks turn to anger. The Canine they left behind sighing in frustration as he rubs at his temples back in the darkness, he had already discarded the torch. "Intresting." Mutters the priest as he stares at them. "The father it seems has given us a blessing." He states, waving his hand towards the crowd before shrugging. "Will make a grand sacrifice!" He snaps, turning his attention back to the two as the bear, it was actually a bear underneath all those garbs, points his hand towards the two as the stone upon their headdress lights up with a sickly white fire mimiced by the ring quickly worming its way around both of their necks, burning as hot as any flame as they are forced to their knees by it!
Back at the church there is a clearing of ones throat, a tapping at the window of a claw as the shadow of a being points towards the window, and the glow of a far off fire. "It may be a good idea to check on your comrads, I fear they may be in trouble." Comes the voice, the being obscured to heavily to make out who or what they are.
Fenris's eyes widen as the ring materializes around his neck and he is forced to his knees. "You can just MAKE these things?" he groans, "That is completely unfair." Knowing that he has only a moment, the tiger focuses on the earth beneath him and he sends a single stone screaming toward the stone in the bear's headdress, then he focuses on building a solid defence. He almost wishes he had actually been present the last time this thing surfaced. Or at least read the whole report. . .
Corin is forced to a knee, but manages to endure the pain for at least a moment, and quicker than someone of his size has any right to be, forces his shotgun off his shoulder and takes the foregrip into his giant paw. With a snap-shot, he sends a spray of buckshot flying towards the other bear's head. Corin is NOT as nice as Fenris.
Glein nods. "There's little more we can learn from this place anyways. Not without going house to house." He says, throwing down the necklace and stepping out the door. "At this point, I imagine that the other half of the threat is likely out in the swamp. Let's find the trail, and see if we can't pick up their tracks."
"In trouble..." Millicent frowns at that and starts towards the door. "We can go door to door later. I'm not going to wait and leave them to fate, certainly," she says, setting off at a brisk jog towards where she saw the others depart from.
The rounds connect, not with the priest but the bright flash of golden light as a solid shield of it appears before him! The Creator ward at his hip flairing to life as spiderweb cracks form on the surface. "Impressive, you almost manage to de-" He stops mid-sentence, eyes going wide as a streak of fire a finger wide slams into the ward, shattering it in a blaze of light before the sigil itself is taken from his headdress, twirling end over end before striking the mud not far off. The spell broken as the two are freed, the canine standing off in the distance gone as quickly as he came.
It's very clear that passage to the sacred site is no longer going to be as easy as it was before, rising from the murk of the water comes the identical twin of the creature seen in the Church itself, hefting that same heavy axe as it bares the way for Glein and Millicent.
Fenris is not about to complain about getting a second chance, even though he does wonder who the mysterious little canine was. There would be time to puzzle over it later. For now, there is work to do.
The tiger frowns, concentrating through the pain at his throat and the smell of burnt fur and flesh, takes a deep breath, and stomps down hard on the soft earth of the swamp, channeling a surge of Earth math through the action! Hopefully it will keep everyone off balance and hide that rotten sigil from sight until Fenris can deal with it on his own terms.
Corin's smile grows extremely shark-like (Sorry Cirra) as he opens the bag at his left hip. With a snap of the math-infused thimbles on his left thumb and middle finger, his right thumb catches fire. The scorching around his throat doesn't seem to bother him overmuch as he pulls out a large, round metal ball, lights the fuse, and hurls it into the crowd like a shotput.
Slowing down as the being climbs out of the swamp, Glein looks at Millicent. "Normally I'd just say run. But something like that would be more difficult for me than I'd like in a up front fight." He states, drawing a pistol hidden in his coat and sash, as well as a blade. "But we can't let this thing slow us down... If possible, try to get past it."
Millicent comes to a stop, eyeing the... Creature in their way. It felt wrong to call it a Being, but what else would it be? "As you say." She draws the sword from her hip, taking a forward position. She was the one in the heavy armour, after all. "I will try to get you the opening you need to slip by. Try not to forget to return the favour?" SHe suggests, before taking a ready stance.
the Priest goes scrambling for the sigil, the rumbling of earth sending it scattering in the wake of the spell! As the bomb rolls towards a few villagers they look down at it in confusion, before kicking the thing back at Corin thinking it was nothing buth a cannon ball that he had accidently rolled their way!
As Millicent and Glein draw their weapons the creature hefts its axe in both hands as it lets out a snort. Baring the way forward without moving as it lifts the blade and shifts its stance a little lower, waiting for them to move.
Fenris can see one option. It is not the only option, but it is a way that might get a majority of people out of this alive. The tiger coughs defiantly, since roaring is a little beyond his singed vocal chords and throws himself after the dark priest, scrambling to reach that wicked sigil first. It does not hurt that he has the ground on his side.
Corin's grenade doesn't get very far before exploding, and thanks to Fenris' efforts, the big ol' bear seems to be somewhat unsteady on his feet, but that doesn't stop him from grabbing the nearest cultist and headbutting the everloving snot out of him. Hopefully not literally, because ew.
Glein simply nods, before raising his pistol and firing a shot at the creature, the crack of his pistol echoing in the swamp. While Glein praryed he'd hit, the goal was to give Millicent a chance to close in without getting attacked right away. Even as that happened, Glein was thrusting the discharged pistol back into its place, and drawing the other one he had on the otherside of his hips.
Millicent lowers her blade to the side, angled away from her as she waits. As soon as Glein starts to take aim, she charges. As soon as the shot is fired, she arrives, striking out at the creature. She didn't want to get hit by the axe, so she focuses on applying pressure, instead, trying to keep them on the defense so they'd not get time to launch an attack.
Both Fenris and the priest are neck and neck, scrambling for where the sigil was a moment ago! Fenris is the first to close his hand around the turning object, the stone warm in his tight fist as the Bear sinks their fangs into his arm! desperately trying to regain their sacred artifact of the Father! The sound of ones nose being broken is a very intresting and distinct one, more so when it's chased by a canine yelp as the young villager stumbles back clutching his nose, hitting the ground on his rear before trying to get away from Corin. It's very clear the villagers aren't really up to the task of a fight.
Millicent and Glein's opponent on the other hand moves fluidly, stepping back as the round goes past their ear, bringing their axe up to guard against Millicents charge while working to gain some distance to swing.
Fenris growls, holding the sigil tightly in his clenched fist. "Kneel!" he shouts, as loudly as he is able, and hoping that it does not matter who holds the sigil. . .
"Can't fight when you're not dealing with somebody immobilized, can you!?" The bear roars. Apparently enough time around the forge has acclimatized him to severe burns. Or maybe he just doesn't care at this point. His blood is racing, but he stays his hand enough to not do more than raise his shotgun like a massive club, staring down the crowd, and doing his level best to make it perfectly clear that the first person who steps forward will be breaking some bones.
Glein rushes forward as the creature attempts to get the distance it needs to initiate an attack, with the goal of jumping atop it's shoulders and attacking it with both blade and gun. But first he had ot make sure he didn't expose himself poorly for this.
Millicent keeps up with the Thing, advancing forward and bringing down more blows as she advances. She needn't try to strike it directly, per se, her goal remaining to simply keep pushing it back and focused on defending. And if she could keep it from being able to respond to Glein, too, that would be a nice bonus.
The command is given, the priest freezing in place with his eyes squeezed shut waiting for the white fire! The entire crowd goes quiet, seconds pass bye and nothing happens. Fenris would feel something oozing through his fingers, cackle egg starting to drip from his enclosed hand, the stone wasn't there. He had managed to snatch an egg from a nest instead! "W-what?" The priest exclaims, turning his attention back to the dirt as he continues to look. "W-WHERE IS IT!" He exclaimed, his voice growing shakey as the rest of the villagers scatter before either of them could get their hands on the thing again, leaving Corin by himself for now.
As they continue to push him back, they get an opening, the things foot slipping as it hits a deep hole in the swamp water, throwing it off balance which it tries to recover fast enough.
Fenris could have sworn he had the wretched thing! But this was an opportunity. "Get the villagers to safety," he calls out, still looking for the damnable sigil as blood trickles down his arm, "There is no telling who were just innocent victims, yet." Then, as he continues his own search, he hampers the bear, creating a dozen illusory sigils, peeking from the mud. They won't stand up to scrutiny, but they ought to keep him distracted.
"Back to the village with you!" Corin roars at the huddled masses, tearing towards them like a legged soda-machine, and apparently not in any mood to treat them as innocent victims. Attempting to enslave and sacrifice the boy appears to have put him in something of a foul mood, for some reason. Must be a bear thing. The large bear chases them like a cowdog chases a herd, practically nipping at their heels down the torchlit swamp path.
Glein takes this opening, and brings his sword down on the creature, even as he's firing his pistol at it's face. In this situation, taking teh advantage in this fashion and pressing it was fine by him. There was hope that they wouldn't be delayed overlong by this, or that there were more waiting for them further in.
Millicent brings her sword high once the thing is pushed off balance, alternating swings with Glein. As he strikes, she winds up. When his strike is done, she brings hers down in a swift arc. She was of similar mind, even if it wasn't spoken. If they could slip by, great. If they could finish it? Even better.
The priest keeps scrambling, looking in terror for his prize before he bumps into a pair of familiar black robes. "You know, its rude to steal things from people." The familiar canine states once more, studying the sigil as he turns it around in his hand. "Well, I mean. I stole it first, but at least I'm not stupid enough to use it you moron." He states, flashing a smile before the sigil is just gone once more. The priest stares up at him, sitting down in the mud as it glares angrily for a few moments, before looking away with fear in their eyes. The canine smiles, turning his attention back to Fenris before tossing a bag at them as he speaks. "Pretty sure he's all yours now kid, have fun with him." And just as quickly as he appears he's gone again.
the round from Glein's gun shatters the mask, a bellow of pain is heard before the creature is falling back into the swamps, a hole in its head keeping it from rising again as villagers mill past quickly with Corin on their heels.
Fenris blinks, catching the bag by reflex, and immediately stowing it. "Care to enlighten me?" he asks the muddied bear, "You can tell me now or later. I imagine that you and I are going to get to be friends." The tiger uses a bit of mathemagic to channel the strength of the land beneath his feet into his weary muscles before going to haul the cowed bear to his feet and dragging him away. "Just see how well we are getting along already?" he asks, keeping the other being's arm in a tight lock as he frog marches him away.
"Hi, guys, you missed the PARTY!" Corin yells at Glein and Millicent as he chases the fleeing villagers back villageword. He's got a very, very, disturbing looking smile on his face, like the happy clown that just told you he's got BAD news. There'll be a whole lot of sorting to do to figure out who amongst this rabble is guilty and who isn't.
Millicent looks up and towards the bad news bear, nodding faintly. "We were on the way, but I see now that we won't be needed," she mutters, watching the Thing fall back into the morass. She stares after it for a moment, withdrawing a rag from her hip to wipe down any blood or grim that might have been on her blade, before returning it to the scabbard.
With the Bear caught, it seems that everything is dealt with for now. The villagers quietly staying in their homes until the guard can show up to try and make sense of the situation at hand, if Fenris where to look into the bag he'd find the payment that was offered on the job board itself, the coins seemingly very old, the metal shining through layers of dirt sporting the face of a long passed member of the goods family. The same cart that brought them here was sitting at the entrance of the village once more, the Raven bundled up against the cold wind as he waits. "Everyone ready to go back?" He asks, nodding when everyone piles in as he snaps the reigns, emerald eyes twinkling with mirth as they head back to town.
