Fantasy Generic Fantasy RP (CLOSED)

[Dragongal]

Emmalia glanced up at him, then focused on the road again. "Emmalia." That was the only answer she would ever give. Her name was not to be shortened, and she denied any last name. Her family was dead to her and she never wanted any connection with them ever again. Many had tried to coax her surname from her, and very few had ever succeeded. He would not be one of them. "What's yours?" She asked to be polite.

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum wasn't sure if she'd remember him if he said his name. Instead, he decided to give her a false name that he came up with off the top of his head. "Mullac." He said. "Mullac Knight." He was terrible at coming up with fake names, but figured it'd suffice. After all, who would question someone on their name? Either way when they got to town, the sun was just rising over the hills. They had made a full journey through the night and finally arrived at Crossroads, a bustling town of farmers and merchants. Callum kept his head up as he looked for the person who could help guide them, when finally a man with a hood over his head approached. "I presume you're the Lord's servants?" He asked in a hushed tone.

 

[Dragongal]

Emmalia had come to the decision that "Mullac" wasn't a half-bad guy. He seemed decent, didn't talk too much, and held his head up high. Hopefully he was useful in battle, too. When it came to the hooded man, though, Emmalia took the lead and said, "Yes, Lord Aman sent us are you the only witness? My companion may need rest before we do this, though. To lose him would be of no gain to any."

 

[Solar Daddy]

"I'll be alright." Callum spoke simply. He didn't raise his voice high nor lift his head up. He simply made sure she knew he could carry on and left it at that. The man talked in a hushed tone once more, "People 'round here are scared. Mention the beat and the town'll go mad. Listen, I'seen it, though. Tall as a building, eyes bright red as a candle. I followed'em back to his lair, just east from here. He's built 'imself a nice little grove in the forest. Burn it down 'n you should be able to draw it out."

 

[Dragongal]

Emmalia looked at the man for a few silent seconds. Sometimes the audacity of people shocked her. "We'll try to avoid burning anything down - in this season, autumn? Everything could go up like a bit of kindling. That'll be a last resort option. Just guide us there and leave the battle to us." Something that had grown to irk her over the years was when she was called in to work on things, yet locals thought it would be smart to try to tell her what was the best course of action. They still didn't know for certain if it was a minotaur, after all.

 

[Solar Daddy]

"Burn'n it would be better than havin' it kill us all slowly one by one." The villager argued, but nevertheless showed them the way to the grove. "My names Gregor. And you are?" He asked, giving a glare back at them as they walked through the forest. Callum, not wanting to say anything to this man he didn't trust, didn't reply. He felt even giving a fake name would be too much information. Callum hadn't trusted anyone ever since he left from Gallium's kingdom, especially not someone he had just met.

 

[Dragongal]

"We're the solution to your problem," Emmalia said. She couldn't help but feel like this was some kind of trap. Why did this guy have to have his hood up? So what if people knew he'd seen the beast and survived? It didn't make any sense. Why the secrecy? Well, if this was a trap, Emmalia would make sure that this stranger did not make it out alive.

 

[Solar Daddy]

The old man lead them up a slight incline that soon turned into a steep climb up the side of a mountain. They passed by many trees and rocks with claw marks all over them. Blood stains soon became more and more prevalent as they seemed to get closer to the grove. Finally, after an hour or so, the man ducked his head down as he approached a small pit, only about fifteen feet to the bottom. It was quote a large basin however, with no visible way to climb out once inside. Then, suddenly, the old man managed to knock them both inside of the pit, Callum rolling down the side of the steep hillside. Blood and bones scattered the area as a deep mist filled the pit, with heavy breathing seeming to come from everywhere at once. "Eat up again my precious!" The old man said.

 

[Dragongal]

"Fuck you, bastard!" Emmalia called from the bottom of the pit. Despite the fall, roll, a day bony bottom, she had managed to come out unharmed, if slightly bruised. "Remind me to hunt him down later," she hissed to Callum under her breath. She took the moment to pull on her lion gauntlet, buckler, and hold her shortsword in her left hand. Whatever was here, it didn't smell very good. With her enhanced senses, she could smell the old, dried blood, and the disgusting scent of the beast.

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum slowly rose to his feet, using his sword as a sort of cane to help him up with a small groan. "We'll take turns cutting off his limbs." He said in a gruff tone, still recovering from the shock if the fall. He instantly put his shoulder to hers in a back-to-back style to keep anything from sneaking up on them. Suddenly, a loud bellow from nowhere and everywhere roared out, and suddenly a large hulk of a man came barreling towards them, except he had a bull's upper body. He stood at least a foot over them, with shoulders as broad as a cart, and charged it's way towards them. Without thinking, Callum grabbed Emmalia by the shoulder and threw her out of the way, just as the minotaur passed them by inches, slamming into the rock wall behind them.

 

[Dragongal]

Emmalia caught herself and performed a neat roll after Callum threw her. She caught her breath as she stood and said a quick, "Thanks." Kind of him to cover her like that, but she was, if nothing else, fast. And rather smart, too. And one thing struck her as obvious if nothing else. "Go for its legs, it's top heavy!" If this thing hit either of them, they would be dead. That gave her an idea. She took her enchanted crossbow out of its case - it was small, only as long as her forearm, but enchanted to have full strength.with careful, quick aim, she shot at the beast's head. The bolt merely scraped through the skin and bounced off the thick bone, but it was enough to anger the creature, and get it to turn it's attention towards her. "I'll keep its attention and dodge it, you get behind it, cut out is legs, and finish it off!"

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum nodded his head silently, watching as the minotaur charged at her once more. He could tell that she had some form of magic on her crossbow. Anything that hit the minotaur would anger it, sure, but the monster was furious. Callum hid behind a somewhat large rock, and waited for the monster to charge.

 

[Dragongal]

It took two or three dodges from Emmalia to get it into position. She would stand tall, an obvious opponent, and wait for it to get but three yards away, then she'd jump away, roll, then pop up standing again. After a bit of that fun, it was finally close enough to Callum's rock.

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum gripped his claymore tight in his grip as he suddenly jumped out from behind the rock. As it passed by, he swiftly let his blade collide with its knee, cutting off one leg and cutting through the other a few inches in. The beast collapsed and rolled forward a few feet before coming to an abrupt stop in front of Emmalia. Callum then put one foot on the minotaur's chest, and impaled it directly in its heart, holding the blade still for a moment as the dust settled around them and the beasts groans stopped.

 

[Dragongal]

Emmalia leisurely walked over and nudged the 'thing's head with her foot. "Well, that was easy. Next target, that bastard that put us here. Once we crawl out. Emmalia had no doubt she could climb out - and even if she couldn't, she'd just jump and grab whatever she could. Callum was where the problem was.

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum slowly withdrew his blade from the minotaur's chest before sheathing it. "This one was too small to be an adult. No doubt the other knights died from the surprise of being pushed in here.' Callum looked around the pit with a grimace. "Got anything to help get us out of here?"

 

[Dragongal]

Emmalia thought for a few seconds. How did he know how big an adult was? She was expected to know that; why would he? Beside the point, though, she needed to get him out. "I have an idea. Just trust me." She didn't know if he would trust her or not... but it would be best for him if he did. Emmalia backed up, away from the wall, then took a running start and leaped at the wall. She managed to get about half-way up, then held on with her clawed hand. From there it was a scramble up, but she made it fairly easily. Once above, she reached into her pack and pulled out a long chain, then lowered it down. It made it 3/4 the way down, the rest Callum would have to scramble up.

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum nodded his head and stepped back a few feet, before taking a running start towards the wall. He put one foot on the rock and kicked himself up, just barely grabbing onto the chain and holding on. He hoped she would he able to hold up his weight as he attempted to climb out.

 

[Dragongal]

For Emmalia, holding his weight wasn't much difficulty. He climbed up, and finally Emmalia grabbed his hand and helped pull him up to his feet. "Alright, now we go and find that bastard, right?"

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum slowly got out of the pit, keeping hold of her hand for a moment before letting go and nodding his head with a soft smile. "Let's go hunt that old bat down. I want to know why he's feeding a beast. What does he gain from it?" He asked as they began to walk back. He began to think of the different reasons, perhaps terrorizing the larger cities. A terrorist against the monarchy, maybe? Callum spent more time thinking about possibilities than talking. He was trying to make sure he couldn't fool them again.

 

[Dragongal]

"Nothing now, it's dead and he's about to be too." Emmalia pulled her pendant out as she walked - the gold pendant, the one that marked her as a proper dark huntress. This gave her rights outside of the normal law. His holding her hand, even for a moment, she hardly noticed. To her, he was still just some knight she was assigned to work with.

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum couldn't stop looking over at Emmalia. Sure, being betrayed by someone you met that day was pretty important, but he had found the girl who caused such change in him all those years ago. He still could hardly believe it. He remained quiet though, wondering if she'd figure it out on her own or if he'd need to jog her memory. Soon, they got back to the village, where the old man, unaware of them, was chatting with young children about how to tame wolves. Eventually his conversation came to inviting them up the mountain to see 'something amazing'.

 

[Dragongal]

The walk back was silent. Emmalia wasn't going to say something if Callum wasn't. She still didn't know who he really was; to her, he was just some knight she was getting paid to work with. From a distance, she could hear the man's words, and she signalled Callum to stay back, then, with unnatural silence, she stalked up behind their enemy and grasped him by the nape of his cloak. The children scattered. Impassively, she said, "Gregor, or whatever your true name be, you are held to the charge of mass murder, having exceeded five murders in the first and plotting four more."

Emmalia threw him back to the ground in a way that he landed on his back. She pressed her foot against his chest and smirked. "Didn't expect to see me again, didja?" He seemed surprised and terrified at the same moment.

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum came up slowly behind her, and put a gentle but first hand on her shoulder. He pulled her back ever so slightly and shook his head. "We need him for information. He may have more than just the one beast around. If he's smart enough to train one monster, I'm sure he can do it to others."

 

[Dragongal]

Emmalia looked back at Callum. It was strange for someone to actually dare to touch her. Not terribly unpleasant, either. But she still shrugged it off. "Oh, I know. Otherwise he'd already have been executed." As a huntress, Emmalia held that authority as judge, jury, and executioner in these matters. She reached down and dragged up the man, then swung him around and dragged him against a tree. Showing no emotion, she held up her gauntleted hand, and made a show of sharpening the claws against each other. "Alright. Why did you have a beast? What do you have to gain, and do you have any more of any type?"