Hangry - RPLOG

Participants

• Cassidy
• Fenris
• Peter
• Shira
• Zuri

Date

28/10/479

Log

The badlands aren't so bad, really. They are just miles and miles of grassy nowhere between the forest and the quarry with nothing on it but sheep and other grazing creatures and the hardy beings who tend them. One such being is a coyote standing at the edge of the carved quarry and looking around nervously.

Shira makes her way through the grassy boringness of the badlands, till she arrives at the described meeting spot. She looks up at the coyote and gives a little wave into their direction. "Hello! You are the one those ranchers who were looking for some mercenaries, I assume? Shira Runebreaker. What can I do for you and how would you like it done?"

Cassidy is passing the time til others arrive counting arrows and preening herself, brushing dust from her coat with a gloved hand. Shira's arrival gets a nod of greeting before she adjusts her bow tie and straightens up, unslinging her bow.

Peter romps through the peaceful, grassy bliss of the grassland, pissing off a few of the shepherds as his clanking armor scares the livestock while he runs by. "Peter Pitkin!" he introduces himself as he finally finds the other mercenaries waiting. "Howd'y'do."

Zuri arrives fashionably late. The small salamander is tugging his outfit into place following the blistering sprint up the path to catch up to the others. Pastry crumbs on his leather armor and a smudge of raspberry filling on his sleeve serve as clear indicators of what he was doing to be late. He pats the crumbs away as he joins the group, smiling brightly. "Hi everyone! Hope I'm not too late to catch the bad things." He's carrying a bow and quiver slung around his back, as well as his usual two blades safely sheathed in their twin scabbard. He smiles even brighter on seeing Cassidy. "Hi Miss Cassidy! Long time no see!"

The coyote fidgets a little, eyeing the dark canyon warily. "We don't know much," he confesses, "Just that it keeps taking animals. It started out just taking a little sheep here, a goat there. But it has gotten worse. Cows, purple bison, and this latest one was one of the big burdenbeasts. Not even the biggest sandcats can take one of those beasties. But whatever has been taking the critter. . . well, it didn't have too much trouble." He nods down the narrow canyon, "we tracked it this far, but we're just farmers. Fighting things like that isn't really something we're up for. That's why we called you folks in. Don't care what you do with it, just so long as it stops eating our livestock!"

Shira nods along with the rancher's words. "Wild animal then. At least likely. Something big." She rubs her chin. "Should not be too hard! Just leave it to m-" She coughs. "us." She flashes the coyote a smile, then turns to face her companions, same smile still on her face. "Lets go!"

Cassidy offers a tip of her hat to Peter and Zuri in turn, flashing a smile. "Greetings, Zuri. Quite a time indeed. Good to see you well," she says before looking towards the coyote. "We can do that. Whatever it is, it won't be troubling you much longer. Can you recall any signs of its passing? Did it leave blood or corpses? Or did it take them without struggle?"

Peter waves to the arriving salamander, patting his grumbling belly as he thinks of all the treats Zuri didn't bring to share, a little frown in his face. "We gotcher covered!" he assures the farmer, amidst the more proactive freesword's questionings.

Zuri giggles at Cassidy. "Yea! And we're meeting out here about to go on a contract, just like old days!" He listens as Cassidy asks her questions, nodding in agreement. "Yea, it might help us figure out what it is, or how to best stop it. No need to rush in all crazy-like." He slinks over to Peter's side and checks his equipment while the conversation winds down.

"Blood," the coyote says, "There is always blood, but not much, and nothing else. The thing gets through every gate, every fence, every lock, and never breaks anything. Just swoops in and snags whatever it is that it wants and vanishes. We're counting on you." The coyote steps away from the canyon and watches nervously.

"Hmmm. Maybe a large bird of some kind, then," Cassidy notes, nodding. "Very well. Shall we be on our way, then? Sounds like we have a beast to hunt," she says, pulling an arrow from her quiver and holding it in her free hand as she starts towards the canyon. "Eyes on the sky."

Peter looks down at his companions, seeming confused before he turns to the coyote, noticing the abundance of shorter beings. His chest puffs up a bit before he turns and bows his head to Zuri respectfully. "Pretty gentle, for a monster," he says, frowning as he considers the implication. "Could be stealers." He looks around the field, letting out a 'huh' at Cassidy's slightly more logical conclusion. "Thaaat makes more sense.." He grunts and lifts his sword over his shouder and holds it at his side, careful not to end up poking his companions. "Yes ma'am!"

Zuri nods quickly at Cassidy's words. "Sure sounds like something that can fly.. hm.." He smiles up at Peter. "Well, gentle monster is still an option! Or.. hm.. something else that can go around fences, maybe? I dunno.. or something tall enough.." He wiggles his snout thoughtfully as they start walking down the path. "I think flying thing makes way more sense, come to think of it." The small being stops bounding around energetically for a moment to think. "Maybe I should go wing-a-ling pegasus just in case.. "

Shira smirks. "Clearly it is a gentle, giant, flying, fence ignoring monster. Or one of the above. Or a being." The small mouse draws her foil and carefully runs a gloved hand across the blade. "Anyway, I am sure we find out sooner, rather than later."

It seems that the rancher has given all the information he has. The grizzled coyote watches the Freeswords talk among themselves, clearly wishing he were elsewhere. The canyon looms, tall and dark and hungry.

Shira is wiggling in somewhere in the middle of the group, eying the tall walls of the canyon as they move. "I am no expert, but would a flying animal, beast, whatever even make its home in a canyon, seems like it would be somewhat restrictive to something airborne. Especially if its big, yeah?"

"I've seen some that like to nest among canyon walls," Cassidy explains, moving along as she nocks the arrow. "There are not a great many trees out here, and something that large needs somewhere to take shelter from the elements. And somewhere to drag prey. You never know, but we'll find out, I'd wager."

Peter is lingering near Zuri, a worried eye looking down to the small mouse as he trudges along with his muddy boots. "Gotta be bandits!" he says, with an excited hop. "Or that. Jeez.. wish I brang a bow or somethin'," he says. "I didn't expect you guys to be so tiny," he chatters idly, nodding to Shira.

Zuri nods quickly. "Yea, I remember going cliffdiving over in Cliffside's big yearly faire thing. Lots of birds making nests on the cliff face, so much that they have to move the jump point from time to time if there's too many birds in the way." He giggles. "Best to avoid airborne being-bird collisions, yea?" He peers up at Peter. "Nah, not tiny, just wily!" He grins.

It is dim down here in the deep slot canyon. The path is not straight, but winds and twists, following the path of a long dried up river bed. The ground is hard and sandy, but does not show much, if any passage there. The walls are rough and worn by wind and water into strange, sometimes disconcerting shapes. After a bit of a walk, nothing physically changes in the canyon, but a horrible, rotting smell fills the air.

Shira squints at Peter. "Size does not matter! Its how skilled you are!" She was about to say something else as her hands clasp over her mouth and nose for a moment, before having to let go to breath. "Well. I guess we found SOMETHING. Or are about to, rather."

"Most of my ilk are not known for prodigious heights," Cassidy murmurs idly, wincing at the stench and fetching her mask from her bag, setting the porcelain over her face. "If it was a Being taking them, I doubt they'd have left enough around to rot, if they were smart."

Peter gags as the rot hits his nostrils, looking around for the source, a bit intimidated by the spooky shapes of the canyon. "Bleh! That smell!" he woofs, shaking his head as he trudges on. "I never said you were bad. I'm just half smaller than everyone else, I still fight good, ask anyone," he says, puffing his chest out proudly as he marches on to seek the rot out. "If a being was smart, they wouldn't live in a hole and steal from farmers. That would be dumb," Peter declares, a sneer on his face.

Zuri gags as the smell wafts its way past his snout. The small salamander quickly covers his nostrils with his hand, and proceeds to talk in a decidedly nasal voice. "This smells worse than that time Rokarion wanted a bunch of starflowers from the swamp. Evil corpse-smelling things. My clothes stank for days!" He keeps his snout plugged as he continues to press forward.

Despite the horrific smell, there does not seem to be anything around to rot. . . aside from a rather remarkable pile of skeletons. Stacked in a heap against one wall of the narrow canyon are bones. Bones of all sorts of creatures, small and large, and completely picked clean. Including the bones of one of the huge, reptilian beasts of burden. At least, if someone were familiar with the naked skeleton of one.

Shira eyes the skeletons, waving her hand in front of her face in a feeble attempt to get some of the stench out of the air. "I don't think animals stack their leftover bones." She gags slightly. "I also don't know how a being might live in such a stench, but it does seem more likely than some beast stacking bones in a corner, dosen't it?"

"Not really," Cassidy says, making her way over to inspect the bones. "Animals don't just leave things lying where they drop. They can be organized. Neat, even. You don't leave food or remains laying all over the place. It's entirely possible they push discarded remains to one side. Hrm..."

Peter wrinkles his nose at the sight of the skeletons, though he tilts his head after he is done being disgusted. "How come they smell so bad?" he asks, adjusting his grip. "Well, we know it's around."

Zuri nods in agreement with the others. The small being still keeps his snout plugged as he walks over to the pile of bones gingerly. He approaches one of the smallest piles of carrion in order to examine it closer.. as disgusting as the preposition might be.

The bones are not arranged in any specific order, just heaped together. Interestingly, there are no insects around the bones, and the smell does not seem to be coming from the pile at all. They are picked clean.

Shira shrugs. "Whatever it is, it is not here, we should head on, don't you think? The faster we get done with the job, the faster we are out of the smell." She puts her free hand over her mouth and nose again, as if to check if its air filtering quality has improved in the last minute, but is quick to give up on that.

"Yes." Cassidy stands, frowning and glancing around. "The bones are not the stench. Either there is more around here... Or we are not alone," she says, looking to the sky for a moment before back to the ground. "Let's look for tracks. If it's not a flying thing, then it'd leave tracks."

Peter grips his sword and raises it to the sky in both hands, gagging and choking on the intense smell. "Eeuck!" he cries, swinging his sword down through the thin air, for some reason! "Creators and Spirits, this smell's making me see stuff," he whines.

Zuri leans down as he carefully observes the pile of bones. "Huh.. these don't like they've been 'eaten' from at all. More like.. the meat just vanished and the bones are all that's left. And.." He pauses, his little eyes widening. "Hit the dirt!" He cries out before jumping to the side, rolling onto his back as he scrambles for his bow and aims it upwards.

Peter is not completely wrong. He is seening things, but the smell has nothing to do with it, and it is definitely not a hallucenation! Zuri's warning was a timely one as a huge, mishapen claw swipes down from above, just missing Cassidy and Peter as they scramble out of the way.

The attacking THING drops down to the canyon floor, and bares long, yellow teeth and twisted tusks at the Freeswords. It appears to be a hideous amalgamation of bear, hyena, boar and spider with a broad, fat body with thin, patchy fur and a wrinkled snout and hunched neck along with unnaturally long, thick arms and legs. The monstrous thing squats in a froggy crouch, both its twisted hands and its feet on the ground, thick, viscous drool dripping from its maw as it leers at the four beings. It growls in a low, wet, gutteral voice, and it takes a moment to realize that it was actually speaking! "MINE!" It snarls, prowling back and forth and licking it's teeth and tusks with a long, black tongue.

Shira takes a few quick steps backwards, away from the monsterous creature. Raising her free hand before her and thrusting at the air with her foil, she conjures up dark mathemagic and literally thrusts it at the monster. The spell manifests itself as a small symbol on the creature's head and is supposed to steal its sight, the small mouse hoping that something living in, or even emitting such odors would not hunt by smell.

"Oh, good, it speaks. Then perhaps we can reason with it," Cassidy says, after dusting her coat off from her hasty leap to the side. "They are not yours. We'll leave them alone, but they're not yours. You are taking from the Beings up above. It is theirs," she comments, shooting a look towards Shira. Though she was used to people jumping the gun by now.

Peter opens his eyes wide as the beast stakes his claim to the bones, the chipmunk shaking and holding up his sword defensively before looking to companions and gathering his courage. "OURS!" he retorts, charging toward the beast to make a stab at the montrosity. It doesn't seem like he is in quite the state for diplomacy.