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Fantasy Generic Fantasy RP (CLOSED)

"I don't think so. It's not a long walk, love. But if you can't make it...." She shrugged, knowing he wouldn't ever admit that he couldn't make the walk.
 
"Blasphemy!" Callum said, beginning to march for the door. "If I can't make a simple walk then my name isn't Callum Benjamin Cross of Vardenfall!"
 
Callum walked slowly out if the castle, holding Emmalia's hand as they walked along the stone pathway that lead to the village. He was on edge the entire time, not wanting to get blindsided by a behemoth again. Once they got to their destination, he asked, "Where did Aman say it took place at in the town?"
 
"He didn't. Just that there were a bunch of very gory deaths." She looked around the town for a moment, then said idly, "Two people to go to for rumors. The inkeep or the barkeep. You pick."
 
"Should we split up?" Callum suggested. He didn't like being away from Emmalia, but it would cut their investigation time down, possibly just enough to save another person from being mauled to death.
 
The idea of leaving him while he was still injured didn't sit well with Emmalia. But it would definitely save time, and how much trouble could he get into anyway? "Alright. I'll take the bar, you take the inn. Whoever is done first will go meet the other."
 
"Yes ma'am." Callum said, and gave Emmalia one last gentle squeeze of her hand before walking off towards the inn, and began to ask around about what had happened.
 
The bar was empty, since it was the afternoon, but the barkeep was already getting ready for the night's visitors. Emmalia walked up and pulled the gold hunter's pendant out from under her shirt, a way to let the man know why she was there and that he better not lie. He just scoffed and said, "about damn time. People have been getting mauled to death."
 
Callum entered the inn, looking around at the vacancy. He assumed the lack of people was from the recent murders. Cal walked on towards a maid. "Excuse me, but I believe there was a string of murders here? May I learn a bit about this?" He asked, hoping she'd be forthcoming and not force him to buy anything.

The maid turned around and looked Cal up and down, a smirk on her lips. "Well, I suppose Aman sent for you. It's a shame what happened to those people, torn to shreds. Most of their bodies were half gone when they each were found."
 
"So I've heard. Want to tell me about it?" Emmalia asked the barkeep, though her voice made it clear that he didn't have much choice.

He chuckled and said, "Sure, I guess... every night between sunset and sunrise, if someone is outside, they may get mauled to death. Corpses are never eaten, just shredded. People are scared to come here at night anymore, so I leave it open an hour before sunset, and then if someone stays past that, they don't get to leave, I bar the doors."
 
"Do we have any idea what it could be? Has anyone seen the person or thing responsible for the killings?" Callum sat down at one of the tables with the maid, who sat across from him.

"No, we only find the remains of the victims. A lot of the visitors aren't even told about the killings if they don't know already - we need to make money somehow. Don't worry, we make sure people stay indoors when they stay at our inn." The maid huffed. "Well, if anyone can find the killer, I'm sure it's you." She gave a wink, to which Callum saw as a friendly gesture.

"Well thank you. We're trying to solve the problem soon." Callum replied.

"If you need a place to stay, I can always offer you a room free of charge - it's the least I could do for our savior." Once again, Callum was blind to what she was saying.

"That's very kind of you. If my fiance and I have to stay over night, we'll take up your offer."
 
"And nobody has seen this thing?" Emmalia asked. The barkeeper shook his head. "Nope. It doesn't even leave tracks. Sure, maybe a bit of a blood trail, but no footprints or bruised leaves. It's like it disappears." He sighed and shook his head. "It got one of my maids a few days back. She was walking home - I told her not to, to wait until dawn, there was a guest bedroom for a reason after all, but she refused. They found her corpse in the woods between her house and here. Her parents led a hunting party, but there were no tracks to find, only her corpse."
 
Callum soon finished up his conversation with the maid who was - obviously - rather shocked to find out about Emmalia. She didn't say much after that, and Cal eventually left the inn, seeing the sun high in the sky. He then went to the bar and entered.
 
The barkeep looked up at Callum when he entered. "Aman sent a knight too? Not bad, I guess." Clearly he wasn't happy about how long it took for help to arrive.

Emmalia, still wearing her mask, said, "He sent the best swordsman in Trulane and a huntress who has worked under the King himself. We are truly here to help. Now, is there any orientation to wear the corpses are found?"

The barkeep shook his head. "No. Typically the woods or by the road. As long as it isn't indoors it doesn't matter much. But nobody ever even hears a scream or anything. It's just... silent. "
 
"Are their necks usually mutilated? Could be a way to stay hidden - strike the neck first so they can't cry for help, then start shredding everything else?" Cal stepped closer and offered his hand to the barkeep. "So far it's seeming rather odd this thing doesn't attack anyone inside."
 
The barkeep nodded and shook Callum's hand. "No, they're just, well... typically they're ripped in half. Stomach and chest is shredded."

"The lungs are too damaged for them to scream. But then how does it get past their ribcages?"

"Truthfully, it seems like it claws right through them," the barkeep said.
 
"Must be pretty strong then, if it's the same thing that flipped our carriage." Callum said, looking over at Emmalia. "Any clue what it could be? Maybe an elder Griffin? Or a Phoenix? Could explain why it can leave without tracks."
 
Emmalia shook her head. "A Phoenix would leave behind burns, and lots of them, and they are not nearly that strong. Besides, they only kill to eat. Griffins are far too intelligent to kill at random, unless they're extremely ill, but even then, they'd eat the corpses. That's the thing I don't understand. Why not eat the corpses?" Emmalia looked over at the barkeep, and hesitantly asked, "Have you people around here pissed off any mages recently?"

The barkeep shrugged. "Not to my knowledge. We only have two mages living here anyway."
 
"We'd like to speak to these mages." Cal said as he looked back at the barkeeper. "You said you only have two mages living here - maybe some passed through over the passed couple of weeks?"
 
The barkeep shrugged. "Could well be, mages typically don't stop in here, they don't drink alcohol normally. So I wouldn't know."

Emmalia nodded and said, "Thank you for your time," Then walked out with Callum.
 
Cal walked alongside Em with his hand in hers. "Well, I don't suppose you have a bestiary filled with specific animal and monster habits do you?"
 
Emmalia smiled and said, "I do, actually, but it's not the big, full version. I've got most of it and everything else memorized, though."
 
"So, then, do you have anything in mind? I'm not much of a monster hunter, I specialize in fighting humanoids." Cal gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
 
"And you're very good at it. But a for this beast, I'm not sure. The way it disappears without so much as a trace, it's quite odd - and it doesn't even eat. I'd say it was undead, but I don't even know about that, because again, no trace, not even the tell-tale scent." She shook her head and said quietly, "I really do not know. But if you ask me, this reeks of magecraft gone wrong."
 

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