Ghouls, Zombies are mindless.Ammon corrects
Korova correcting people now? Devic lightly snorts as she follows Nameirtae.
It's a difference worth noting Devic. Ghouls can think, that means they can make plans...it's not a mistake you want to make. Ammon states following along
Yes, yes, Devic speaks between dying giggles very valid. In scientific circles, classification must remain consistent and orderly. Is just funny hearing from you.
I'm not an idiot, top of my class in school actually...in everything except horseback riding and cooking, for obvious reasons referring to his rather large hands and blade, sighing Ammon continues, Actually funny story, i wound up in a religious studies class thinking i could learn about devils and demons, maybe learn more about my blood.Instead i wound up learning about undead.
Hey, hey, hey, I say nothing about "idiot".
Devic sighs and walks in silence for a moment.
Know, I not go to a school? Everything I know I learn from dear sister Tanya. Or book.
You didn't say it no, sorry i'm use to people thinking that because i charge into combat like an idiot that i am one. Ammon smiles happily, humming a tune Books, a teacher sounds like school to me, Learning from family makes it easier. Duncan my adopted father and the rest of the Order taught me a lot. I kind of miss them, do you miss your family?
The church of Sarenrae was still in cemetary territory. This must be where the clerics tend to the dead.
Nameirtae knocks, and a woman in the clergy's vestment opens the door. He begins speaking in Arabic, then nods to the party. They'll let us in and supply us. Heal us if any need it.
I could talk all day about family. Papa, Raikov, Sokolov, Filipov, Illya... but ehh, miss them? Is hard question. They are one's I text on this phone constantly. But... I never was too far from them until now. I liked calling Sokolov gl-
She stops as the church comes into view faster than she expected.
glupyy kusok der'ma in person more.
Walking in and finding a nice spot to lean on the wall mysteriously, Geralt politely declines the healing and asks his group
"so what did we come here to do again?"
Ve find connection between murders Ge- Moment. Then ve stop them. Likely with more murder. Is ironic.
Devic also declines the help although less polite, and more head shaking without eye contact. Focusing on using her words carefully she continues with.
Still have reason to search graveyard further.
Not until recently. The priestess said. Most cemetaries have to have a few guards on watch in case a skeleton or zombie spontaneously rises. Nothing more than that every few weeks. What did you see out there?
Ghouls. Nameirtae answered. Well-organized.
That's... that makes sense. The woman said. We've had reports of grave robbers from visitors, though no substantial evidence until the next day, when there are graves torn apart. It could have been the ghouls. Yes, I'm certain of it, now.
You hear laughter again, faint, off in the distance. Animalistic. It was the hyena's cry.
"Great, we're in a mystery-horror movie and being taunted now..." Ramiel grumbles, sparks arcing over his finger tips.
Ya know know that i think about it how's you Gnoll been population lately?
Nameirtae raises an eyebrow at the question. Insignificant. What would that have to do with the ghouls?
You hear a rapping at the door, like claws. The hyena was outside, knocking, as it were.
I'm still thinking about that hyena we saw, it was odd, or it would be unless it was trained like a war dog of sorts that's what we do in England with dog's. Gnoll's might do that, I mean don't get me wrong or anything but Ghouls hunt for food, they wouldn't be picky about what race it is. This thing with the Ghouls could be a wild goose chase, besides right now nothing is Insignifigant, all information is relevant Ammon turns toward the door about to open it.
Ay, you're really earning that nickname. Devic readies a bomb glowing faintly green.
Good planning. One should never discard potential evidence when making theory.
Ammon turns and smiles Relax i'm here and i have my blade. whatever happens i'll defend you all. I mean I'm Ammon and i will not fall. He turns back to the door blade drawn as he opens it to check the noise.
It's not over-confidence, Duncan always called it being stupidly determined. I do one thing maybe two if you want to be specific, i have nothing to be over confident about
"right, is no one going to question the fact a hyena is following us?" Geralt asks, calmly inspecting his nails.
No.
After a.. moment Devic elaborates.
Foreigners show up and start making noise. Local authorities legal and otherwise take notice. More question is what sends hyena our way.
The Hyena walks in, nodding almost politely to him.. It's eyes begin to glow a bit, then it's mouth opened.
Well done making it this far. It said, shocking the priestess, Nameirtae taking a step back and putting his hand on his holster. Sharing with that rabble was... distasteful. It's eyes turn over to the officer. He's one of them, isn't he? I can smell it.
He laughs. You wouldn't want to part with him, would you? In return, the rest of you less... agravating creatures can walk away. Either way, I'm not leaving here hungry.
What the hell are you? Hyena's aren't supposed to talk. If your hungry find something else people are off the menu
You recognise the creature from mythology, a Ghul, a restless Janni soul intent on revenge to all genie-kin, known for taking the form of a hyena in order to observe it's prey.
You have talking vermin in your midst and a talking hyena is odd to you? Mortals are so... interesting. The hyena said.
Ya dam vam chto-to zhevat'... You were attacking people? Singling out outsiders? Mislead police and incite fear in population?
Still handling the bomb in her hand, she retrieves a flask from her pack to drink.
Ehh, you know vhat?
As a Knight of Lord Ragathiel, it is my duty to extinguish dark forces. You've hurt people, too many...Vengeance for them must be taken Ammon stands in front of the beast. he turns to his companions Are we all in agreement to what must be done?
Please, vermin, you make it sound more grandiose than it really was. I was hungry, and there was a hefty store of my favorite meals here. It sniffed the air. Tiefling, Aasimar... humans... rat. I suppose I can't be too picky here, can I?
It lowered it's neck
You hear a crack, first it's shoulders, then it's back, it's limbs twist and stretch. By the time these grotesque noises had ceased, what was once a hyena stood up on two legs, now a skeletal man in a three-piece suit, a fine grey resembling it's original fur.
It adjusts it's tie. Now, can we handle this in a civil manner? I'm not that hungry, but now that those ghouls are gone, I could save myself a few days of snacks. I only really need the cop over here.
Only thing you'll be tasting here is the dirt, abomination. Nameirtae said, moving in front of the priestess.
"Never an easy day." Ramiel replies as he summons up his store of mental energy to pull ectoplasm onto the Material Realm and throw it at the creature.
Ehh... tam dolzhno byt' chto-to umnoye , ya mogu skazat'...
Devic's eyes start to dart to the side as she retrieves one of her vials of holy water to throw at the undead creature.
The Ghul is caught in the ectoplasm, and Devic's vial of holy water connects, burning it's skin and scarring it's face.
Ammon begins screaming in anger, his rather large hands growing vicious claws, his aura glows dark and cold. he proceeds to swing his blade.
Geralt swiftly pulls the cowl upon his face and charges straight at the ghul, trailing blue wisps behind and eyes faintly glowing
Ammon's blade takes a slice out of the Ghul's shoulder, black smoke pouring out from the wound as it's skeletal face grimaces in pain. It was left coherant enough to just barely swing under the blade of Geralt, a new sense of urgency evident on it's face.
The blow cracks open a few ribs. It hunches over, coughing dust from thin lips.
Nameirtae aims his pistol, setting the nozel right where he saw the Ghul's eyes would be.
The shot missed it's head, though the Ghul almost jumped at near-hit.
The Ghul raises it's hands, claws extend from it's fingertips, and it slashes at both Ammon and Skjor.
Devic fires off another flask of water. Surely Sarenrae doesn't mind the use of a competitors equipment.
*gasp*...I didn't call out of work today.
Devic's shot skewers the ghoul through his left breast, dust spraying from the exit room, and from his mouth as he doubles over in pain.
Taking a few steps back to regain his bearings, Geralt jumps back in with ano there swing