"Aye, we have. We came afoul of some men who turned into wolf beasts, but we were able to dispatch them before the night was through, thanks to some supplies left behind by the previous owners."
He eyes the sprigs of wolfsbane.
"I understand why you carry the silver, since it seemed to hurt them, but why the leaves?"
"Aye, we have. We came afoul of some men who turned into wolf beasts, but we were able to dispatch them before the night was through, thanks to some supplies left behind by the previous owners."
He eyes the sprigs of wolfsbane.
"I understand why you carry the silver, since it seemed to hurt them, but why the leaves?"
'Tis wolfsbane, my lord.... Said to repel werewolves.... Then you travelers have slain the werewolves of The Stag Inn? All of them? 'Tis believed there were some score of them....
"I didn't count them, but I believe that is the right number. At least a dozen of them came for us when we defeated the few that were already occupying the inn."
"Do you know if this wolfsbane plant has any effect on whatever poison their fangs might carry? Their bite seemed to make one of my companions ill even once I'd healed his wounds."
"Aye, there were quite a few but they were no match for this fine bunch."
William gestures with wide arms to the rest of the Lusty Fools.
Nacht looks to the new beings with curiosity. When the other beings had slept Nacht saw it fit to consume one of the Wolf-beings. He felt an odd change go over him, stronger more deft.. it was exciting. He could not understand these beings at all but it was interesting to say the least. So Nacht watched.. and waited.
Not understanding the language, but noting the silver weapons Hisao manoevers his horse close to Alphonse and nudges in the back Ask for a bounty he says in French.
Well, I am not math genius, but whatever number came at us, are now...dispatched, shall we say. I'd say we've done you lot a huge favour. There wouldn't be a reward for their removal, would there? Paddy glances over at Hisao and nods.
At the very least, I'd say we just became owners of an inn, since we had a "negotiation" with the previous owner.
Paddy walks over to the English woman.
If we left you in charge of the inn, would you run it for us? I think me and my friends here can trust you with it's affairs...right boys?
Pray tell us, you all, from whom did you hear of werewolves at the Stag Inn? Was there a survivor from an attack? Did howls in the night lead a tracker to investigate? ....Are there enough of you to handle such a formidable pack of werewolves?
What does your Lord say? Did he send you yonder to fight the pack?
"I didn't count them, but I believe that is the right number. At least a dozen of them came for us when we defeated the few that were already occupying the inn."
"Do you know if this wolfsbane plant has any effect on whatever poison their fangs might carry? Their bite seemed to make one of my companions ill even once I'd healed his wounds."
A general gasp of fear goes up among the peasants, who take a collective step away from The Lusty Fools....
Which of ye was bitten!? .... Ye 'ace until the next full moon to cure 'im.... 'At be when the change'll be complete! Take this wolfsbane, my lord, and 'ave your cursed companion eat the 'ole thing.... I warn thee, it is poisonous, and might kill 'im.... But 'Tis a sure cure for lycanthropy, and there be plenty o' fates worse than dyin' for a man in this world....
The young woman offers Alphonse a sprig of wolfsbane....
Well, I am not math genius, but whatever number came at us, are now...dispatched, shall we say. I'd say we've done you lot a huge favour. There wouldn't be a reward for their removal, would there? Paddy glances over at Hisao and nods.
At the very least, I'd say we just became owners of an inn, since we had a "negotiation" with the previous owner.
Paddy walks over to the English woman.
If we left you in charge of the inn, would you run it for us? I think me and my friends here can trust you with it's affairs...right boys?
The peasants grumble quietly among themselves at Paddy's inquiry about a reward for exterminating the werewolf pack, but they manage to come to an agreement to each pitch in a silver schilling, resulting in a pitiful bounty of 30 sp, and 5 sprigs of their wolfsbane....
At the suggestion that the peasants might tend to The Stag Inn on the party's behalf for an indeterminate period, most of the peasants balk at the notion, having plenty to occupy them on farms or trapping or cutting lumber back at their village, a little hamlet called Elmhurst-By-Canterbury.... But the young woman and two of her younger brothers agree that they could leave the care of their home farm in the capable hands of their elder siblings and tend the inn for a while, provided fair compensation for their labor....
Pray tell us, you all, from whom did you hear of werewolves at the Stag Inn? Was there a survivor from an attack? Did howls in the night lead a tracker to investigate? ....Are there enough of you to handle such a formidable pack of werewolves?
What does your Lord say? Did he send you yonder to fight the pack?
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Our lord is His Grace, the Archbishop of Canterbury, and we learnt of the werewolves only last full moon.... Some thirty days ago.... When a survivor of a caravan massacred by the monsters at The Stag Inn stumbled into our village and told of the frightful 'orrors 'e alone escaped with life and limb to tell of.... Unfortunately, this hapless traveler was also bitten by a werewolf before 'e was able to flee. We administered the wolfsbane cure, and 'e was freed of the affliction, but....the wolfsbane did 'im for.... And 'e's buried in the churchyard of our village, now....
The young woman shrugs sadly....
Any'ow, we sent word to His Grace at Canterbury, and received word back that His Grace would dispatch extra soldiers to patrol the bounds of the parish, but that The Stag Inn fell outside His Grace's jurisdiction, and was the responsibility of the Baron of Folkestone! Well, we weren't much pleased by that answer, as ye can imagine.... So we sent a rider to Folkestone to alert the Baron.... But all we got out 'o 'im was an assurance that 'e would send investigators to investigate the matter "as soon as more pressing matters beleaguering the town o' Folkestone could be resolved".... Somethin' 'bout a sea drake terrorizing the fishing boats on the Channel.... So we resolved to take matters into our own 'ands as soon as the moon was full again.... But you brave lot 'ave spared us the trouble and danger of a task none 'o us felt quite up to, and ye 'ave our fulsome thanks! What do ye call your brave band, so that the bards may make a proper song 'o your deed?
I wasn't meaning for you lot to offer a reward...don't be daft.
Paddy gives them back their money.
And as for running the inn, of course pay yourself fairly. Maybe it will become a busy stop for travellers now...sky's the limit!
Watashi wa okane o toraretadearou
Hisao grumbles
We are the Lusty Fools. The name is a bit odd, granted. We all met in a tavern in Paris. This Baron of Folkestone sounds like a bit of a twit. Anyways, you are safe as far as we know from any further prefations if the wolves. And that sea drake? We killed that too. Tasted good once you put it in a stew.
I wasn't meaning for you lot to offer a reward...don't be daft.
Paddy gives them back their money.
And as for running the inn, of course pay yourself fairly. Maybe it will become a busy stop for travellers now...sky's the limit!
May God bless ye for your generosity, kindly heroes! My brothers and I shall look after your inn as if it were our very own! My name is Marianne, and my younger brothers are Jack and Thomas! We be at your service!
The young woman courtseys, and her younger brothers bow....
We are the Lusty Fools. The name is a bit odd, granted. We all met in a tavern in Paris. This Baron of Folkestone sounds like a bit of a twit. Anyways, you are safe as far as we know from any further prefations if the wolves. And that sea drake? We killed that too. Tasted good once you put it in a stew.
Mutterings of astonishment and awe ripple through the mob of peasants at Paddy's admission that The Lusty Fools slayed the sea drake terrorizing The English Channel in addition to slaying the whole pack of werewolves terrorizing the countryside around The Stag Inn....
Indeed, ye must be great heroes, sent from Heaven to save mankind from the many evils besieging the land! declares Marianne, to general agreement of her fellow villagers.... Long live The Lusty Fools! This last sentence is loudly echoed by all the villagers....
Alphonse smiles at Paddy for giving back the silver, but says nothing.
He does, however, pocket the wolfsbane.
"Many thanks for this gift. It should be helpful if we come across any more such beasts."
In the caverns below Mount Vesuvius, lit by the hellish red glow of a river of red-hot magma that runs through the labyrinthine cavern network....
Newborn chimerians, birthed by one of five chimera mothers (each with a different color dragon's head) impregnated by a Minotaur in a blasphemously obscene Satanic crossbreeding ritual, are subjected to the unholy caresses of the ancient ghost of a particularly wicked Roman noble lady named Domina Clementina, coaxed by Nero the Antichrist with promises of freedom from her accursed undead damnation in exchange for assisting in the premature growth and aging of the chimerian foals to adolescence within a matter of days....
While back in Paris, the captain of the Royal Guard and his four most trusted lieutenants arrive after riding hard from Reims on the order of the (false) Dauphin to find The Lusty Fools reported to have slain the Necromancer Pierre and freed the Graveknight Sir Grimulf to wander the land, and return with them to the court in Reims....
First, the soldiers stop at Notre Dame Cathedral to inquire of Father Renaud about the whereabouts of these Lusty Fools.... But loyal to the heroes who saved his life and came to the aid of the church, and wary of these men who served a shapechanging monster masquerading as the Dauphin, the old priest intentionally sends the guardsmen on a "wild goose hunt", claiming The Lusty Fools were bound for the city-states of the Italian peninsula....
Unfortunately, soon hearing from other sources that The Lusty Fools were known to frequent The Inn of the Cave, the captain of the Royal Guard and his lieutenants are soon put back on the true trail after hearing a different story from the innkeeper and serving wenches at the inn, their tongues loosened by coins from the guardsmen's purses....
By dawn of the next day (June 10th), they would be riding hard on fresh horses for Calais, to take a ferry to Folkestone....
And on the road to Calais, still about two days' ride from the English port town on the French coast, the ninja of the Yellow Reeds clan dismount stolen horses to examine the signs left by their quarry at a roadside campsite....
In Japanese to her companions: Hai.... They came this way for certain, my brothers.... Perhaps four days ago.... We shall find Hisao the Thief, and send him to Jingoku*.... And if his new friends try to intervene, we shall send them along with him!
Discovering her new dagger amongst her possessions, Kiyu spends most the day examining it.
Eventually she will decide to draw it along her arm, opening a long gash. However, instead of a rush of blood, little small black tentacles begin to reach up and out of the wound, before flooding out and being collected in a jar by Kiyu.
She repeats this process twice more, before going to speak with Alphonse.
"My friend, I know you possess healing capabilities, do you think you could assist me?" Kiyu asks Alphonse in English, her left arm hanging in ribbons.
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"...How did this happen?" Alphonse asks, but moves to close the wounds as he does so.
Kiyu will show Alphonse her new weapon, "My god deigned fit to provide me with a gift, but it is not without its drawbacks apparently."
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"I...see. I have to admit, my first thought on receiving a new weapon would not be to slice myself open with it."
As the dark-being presented her arm Nacht inspected the work. Lacerations along the soft brownish skin being opened by what he could tell was a blade. Simple, sleek, inciting. Nacht reached out almost gingerly to Dark-being's arm with a gloved hand as he inspected it longer.. watching the wounds heal up by the Holy-being's power.
"One does not often get a choice, my deities are generous, but not without sacrifice, this is a small price to pay for their blessings."
Taking ten of his own sprigs Hisao glances at Nacht and Kiyu.
Hijō ni seijōna ā. Watashi no kami wa gisei o ki ni shimasen. Watashi no kami wa watashi no kami ga nozonde iru mono wa nani demo arimasen. Haruka ni kantan. Mata, tsuneni sentakushi ga arimasu. Anata wa taiyō no Gokū no yoi kotoba o kiita koto ga arimasu ka? Īe gisei hitsuyōdearuga, anata wa anata ga eru tsumorida ka wakarimasen. he says a bit sourly
Speaking to the group at large in French he asks So, what is this disease everyone is worried about from wolf-men? I had dream of becoming a wolf being and killing things for fun. This is not worthy. Killing should be for purpose. Purpose like getting paid
In French (translated to others upon request)
If "wolf-man" bites you, you become "wolf-man." You lose all control of your soul, and your anger conquers you, as it did to Akhilleus when Hektor and Euphorbos killed his butt-buddy, Patroclus.
Hisao blinks. Sounds more like a curse than disease. When does it happen? Will this herb cure it? Did anyone else have dream?
"I always dream." says Kiyu in Japanese, "What did you dream of?" she asks.
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Watashi ga iu yō ni, watashi wa ōkami no kōfuku ni nari, tanoshimi no tame ni monogoto o korosu yume o mimashita. Satsugai wa tanoshimide wa arimasen. Sore wa itotekidenakereba narimasen.
Mata, anata gataga Ejiputo kara watashi no s+~~a no josei o s$%~te kuru hōhōn
Also how come you know my tongue lady from Egypt?
Hmm...I got bit and I don't feel any worse than before. I wonder why?
Paddy, you're Irish, you're already cursed!
Paddy, who knows? Maybe your Luck saved you once again...
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Taking the deed to The Stag Inn from Paddy in case they should need to prove ownership, Marianne and her two brothers bid their fellow villagers and The Lusty Fools safe travels, and continue south and east on the road that leads back to the inn, while the other villagers turn around and accompany The Lusty Fools north and west on the road that leads back toward their village, and ultimately, to London.....
Around 6:00 PM, as the sun is setting behind wooded fields to the west, the road forks, with one branch cutting due east toward the villagers' home village, Elmhurst-By-Canterbury, while the other branch continues northwest toward London....
The villagers wish The Lusty Fools good luck in curing their companion of lycanthropy, and part ways with the adventurers.... Apparently, they think it might be unwise to invite a band of armed adventurers that includes a newly-afflicted werewolf to join them at their village even for a single night.... So the Lusty Fools ride on northwestward for London....
Night falls over the English countryside, and finds our heroes making camp in a grove of oaks and elms beside a bubbling stream....
Setting their standard night watch, The Lusty Fools spend a quiet night in the grove beside the stream, rising at dawn on June 11th to continue their ride to London....
Paddy, you're Irish, you're already cursed!
Paddy, who knows? Maybe your Luck saved you once again...
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Hisao sits near the fire.
Wolfesbane, wish to eat now
Hisao sits near the fire.
Wolfesbane, wish to eat now
Having flown on her magic broom over many leagues of land and sea, resting only for a few hours each day, Margary Jourdemayne, The Witch of Eye, arrives at the caldera of Mount Vesuvius, easy to find in the night from aloft by its great hellish red glow....
Soaring into a downward spiral toward the caldera on her flying broom, The Witch slows to alight on a ledge within the shaft of the volcano, some 90 feet below the rim of the caldera, a landing platform that links with a downward spiraling ramp that corkscrews along the inner shaft to access the network of magma-lit caverns deep within the volcano.... Wherein the greatest such cavern, coiled upon a heap of treasure on an isle of basalt at the middle of a lake of magma, lairs the ancient red dragon from Mercury, known to Europe as Conflagratius, and to its evil hosts as Wormwood, Beast of the Apocalypse....
Swallowing her terror as the great Beast of the Apocalypse comes into view, The Witch of Eye clears her throat and addresses the great Beast....
In Draconic: Oh, great and magnificent Wormwood-Conflagratius, Great Beast of the Apocalypse, and chiefest calamity of our time! I, Margary Jourdemayne, The Witch of Eye By Westminster, do humbly beseech thee for an audience that does not end with my incineration in your fatal breath, My Liege!