Fantasy Hunter's Moon [IC] [CLOSED]

[K0mori]

Mariette stumbled back with a grunt from the awkward collision, unable to fully catch Valeria but still making an effort to cushion the Senior Inquisitor's fall. "Mademoiselle," she greeted her indifferently before opening up her grimoire. Something Valeria had been carrying managed to slice her hand and face on the way past, but the wounds quickly stitched themselves together again. "The beast needs to burn, Valeria," she explained darkly, examining the surrounding area and identifying the most intense fires that Wallace might be lured into. She began to work on an illusion, one which would fool the werewolf into believing that areas of safety around him were in flames, while those which were actually burning were safe and extinguished. A vial of blood was prepared; she'd be able to find more, easily. Possibly even from Wallace himself in a few minutes.

Stumbling wolf, foolish wolf, trapped in rings of fire and deception... Greeted by the gates of Hell, arms open wide, the reaper awaits...

 

[Breadman]

Theodore landed on his feet after Rosanna put him down. He squinted through the goggles at the rampaging mass of fur and claw as it thrashed about. Someone had already done the hard task of coating him with something by the looks of it. Lets hope it was flammable. Grabbing another bomb that hung from his belt, the scientist cut the fuse short and aimed it right on top of Wallace. The sparks and flames should engulf that fur nicely.

 

[The_Rifleman]

As Sergey pulled the triggers on his revolvers, there was nothing but a click. No bang, no smoke, no pressure wave, no recoil. He looked down at them confused, before a large hand swatted him aside. Wallace was already on top of him, and the others, as Sergey flew a good couple feet from the hit. His head reeling with pain and dullness, he managed to sit up and inspect his revolvers. Pulling back the hammer, both bullets seemed to be duds. What fucking luck.

He quickly cycled the chambers, and then aimed it again at Wallace who seemed to be coated and a little hurt by now. "Eat lead, motherfucker."

 

[Dmaster]

The Marquess smirked upon seeing her blades hit their mark, only to be grabbed by Wallace's enormous limb in the process. With a shout of pain and struggling in his grip, she flew through the air and collided with a stone bench in the courtyard. Her body was still sore from the tackle she took from the werewolves in the swamp, now only made worse as she shakily stood to her feet. Camille grit her teeth as she took a knee, looking at the chaos taking place as she took stock of the situation.

Many of the inquiry were fighting the beast at range, but she knew that he would easily barrel through them without a proper vanguard. Her rapier was still grasped in her hand, while the other held a single quill tightly. Reversing her grip on it, the huntress branded the quill like a proper stabbing instrument. Without focusing on her aim Camille hoped to weave through his attacks better, charging into the fray once more while she searched for any opening to stab through.

 

[Emperor Sagan]

Aleister watched the transformation with a grim, rather exhausted expression. He already didn't like werewolves - and now before him was some monstrous beast which may as well have been a demon. He felt like he had been thrust into some grand satiric play. Truly, I live in a divine comedy, he thinks dryly to himself. Regardless, there was no time to lament and be bitter. The sooner they put this abomination down, the better off they and everyone else would be.

The action soon kicked off. He saw Camille rush forwards and he moved in to support her, using his pistol for the moment with newly loaded silver rounds. However, as Wallace began to bash people around, the werewolf grabbed the Marquess and simply tossed her. He was torn between rushing to try and catch her and moving in to get closer for a more exact shot on his head before the beast simply kicked him like he was a child's football. For a good second or two he didn't even realize he was soaring back through the air until the back of his heels hit the ground, causing him to flip backwards and land hard on his back. His head smacked against the cobblestone ground and he was dazed.

I truly detest werewolves.

He took a second to collect himself before he scrambled up, the back of his head feeling like pins and needles from the hit. It would have probably been fatal had he been mortal. A concussion like that was death just as easily as it could make him an invalid. He glanced down and saw a rather fair gash torn in the side of his robes, along with a puncture wound from a talon on Wallace's feet.

His face scrunched up now in anger as he saw this tear in his robes. He had done so well to maintain his cleanliness and appearance amidst all the filth and muck of the city, only to have an overgrown mongrel mutt tear a hole in his garments.

Further ahead he saw Mariette, Rosanna, and Theodore arrive at the scene. The pureblood had launched a barrel at the werewolf, which shattered over him, coating him in some kind of black substance. Oil? No... tar. Even better.

With an ireful pout, Aleister stuffed his gun away and leveled his hands before him. His left hand was palm up, the other palm down over it. He closed his eyes for but a moment to find a spark of focus... to ensure that a spark appeared elsewhere. A glowing ball of white and red light appeared between his hands, and it quickly grew in size into a wispy, angry orb of fire. He could manage it well enough, though it was beginning to hurt as it licked at him. He steadied himself and raised his hands so that the orb would grow larger and more powerful, and the heat was quickly becoming too much to bare. Only was his anger sustaining his endurance at this point.

Finally, he raised his hands with the orb and shouted, aiming the large fireball at Wallance with all his fury. Even if it wasn't a direct hit, he could only hope the splash would catch the tar. He would not be satisfied until that beast was turned to char by the end of the day.

 

[Infab]

Chapter Boss - TURN 2
Rosanna = 3. Missed Wallace.
Jakob = 5. Does 2 DMG (With Badge & Gun) to Wallace. Wallace HP = 14.
Ethraeil = 4. Missed Wallace.
Mariette = 9. Chance Roll: Successful. Wallace confused, and lured towards fire.
Theodore = 4. Does 4 DMG to Wallace. Wallace takes +2 DMG due to fire. Wallace also takes +3 DMG due to Mariette's illusion magic. Wallace HP = 6.
Sergey = 7. Does 2 DMG (Field Researcher) to Wallace. Wallace HP = 4.
Camille = 1. Tripped.
Erwin = 2. Missed Wallace.
Aleister = 2. Missed Wallace.
Galina = 7. Does 1 DMG to Wallace. Wallace HP = 3.
Valeria = 7. Does 2 DMG (Senior Inquisitor) to Wallace. Wallace HP = 1.

Chapter Boss - TURN 2 (ENEMY)
Wallace = 5 + 2 (7), 8 + 2 (10. CH Roll = 9.), 7 + 2 (9), 4 + 2 (6), 10 (CH Roll = 9 + 1 (10)), 1 + 2 (3), 4 + 2 (6), 7 + 2 (9), 7 + 2 (9), 8 + 2 (10. CH Roll = 6), 9 + 1 (10. CH Roll = 8)
Galina = 2. Chance Roll: Failed.
Rosanna Trait: +3 to Allies HP
Rosanna HP = 11. Jakob HP = 6. Ethraeil HP = 9. Mariette HP = 9. Theodore HP = 8. Missed Sergey. Camille HP = 8. Erwin HP = 11. Aleister HP = 9. Galina HP = 9. Valeria HP = 4

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Rosanna's shots peppered Wallace, but the shots failed to pierce his strengthened werewolf hide. Simply colliding and crumpling like putty. They did, however, distract Wallace long enough for Jakob to come charging in and claw the direwolf several times. He ripped through the hide of the direwolf far better than the bullets had done, slicing up his arm then side before Wallace could stop him. Once more, he slammed Jakob into the cobblestone street, before throwing him at Rosanna. Jakob smacked into her, sending them both sliding across the ground.

Ethraeil used his new water source in the fountain as ammunition, forming smaller ice shards to send at Wallace. These would simply hit Wallace and shatter, far too dull to pierce his flesh like the ice spears had done before. Wallace quickly darted over, grabbing the lich and hurling him across the courtyard into the side of a nearby building. His attention then turned to Sergey nearby, whom had finally fixed the issues and had opened fire on the werebeast once more. His shots slapped into Wallace's open wounds, as he marched over and grabbed at Sergey. Luckily for him, he was able to dodge the swipes.

Wallace's attempts to grab at Sergey left him open to Mariette, whom was weaving a spell of sorts. Illusion magic, meant to make Wallace believe that the buildings around them which were burning were actually safe havens compared to the non-burning areas. The spell settled in, twisting Wallace's mind and confusing him. He stumbled for a moment, before Theodore's bomb detonated above Wallace and bathed him in fire. The coal tar combusted, turning Wallace into a towering inferno of burning hair and painful howls. He'd get his revenge, however. He charged Mariette, swatting her aside with his massive claws, before grabbing Theodore and throwing him across the courtyard like the others.

Galina and Erwin both took their chance to take their own shots at Wallace while he was lit ablaze, Galina firing on him yet again with her crossbow while Erwin continued to use his semi-automatic pistol. Galina's shots would ring true, however Erwin would be far too distracted by the flames flowing off Wallace's massive form. A fist would smack into Galina, sending her rolling across the cobblestone, while Erwin was simply backhanded and sent sailing into the fountain where Ethraeil had been just moments before. Aleister would also make an attempt to hit Wallace with a holy fireball of sorts, but the fireball would zip by Wallace. Determined to put the vampire away, he grabbed Aleister and slammed him into the street with the force that would kill most normal humans.

Camille would try her luck again, flipping her needle like daggers about in an attempt to jump on and stab Wallace. However, a loose stone in the road would force her to trip and drop her blades. As she stood, the unexpected happened. Wallace's teeth sank into Camille's shoulder, lifting her off the ground and tossing her just like before. She landed with a painful thud nearby, blood quickly oozing from the massive bite wound on her right shoulder.

Valeria was the last to open fire on Wallace, nearby with her sawed off shotgun. A blast of silver buckshot to the shoulder caused him to yelp in pain, before quickly rushing and grabbing her. As he lifted her up, he squeezed her in his fist, forcing screams of pain as she was being crushed. A minute later, he simply tossed her down.

In his mind, he needed to get out of there. To safety. Somewhere that wasn't on fire. A nearby building seemed the safest. A quiet place. A place to heal.

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Chapter Boss - TURN 3
Mariette = Automatic DMG. Wallace walks into burning building. +2 DMG from Fire, +3 DMG due to Mariette's Illusion magic. Wallace Dead.

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As the group struggled to get up from the beating that Wallace had given them, they found themselves watching Wallace as he quietly walked towards a burning building. Already on fire himself, it seemed suicidal. And it was. Mariette's illusion magic had worked, leading the werewolf to his death. He wandered into the flames, and let out a loud howl before going quiet and collapsing.

Colonel Gabriel 'Stonewall' Wallace, a former war hero turned traitor, was dead.

 

[Dmaster]

The huntress was rather stalwart in her pained charge, so focused on her target that a shot of pain through her body caused her to lose track of her footing. Camille fell face first into the cobblestone, skidding across the ground for some time before her speed caught up to her and progressed the fall into a tumble. That tumble lead her right into Wallace's jaws.

The Marquess let out a wail of unspeakable pain before she was tossed away yet again for her efforts, collding with the ground near the same bench she had landed near earlier in a heap. Instinctively, she grabbed at her shoulder, blood pouring from the wound as she woozily scrambled in an attempt to face Wallace once more. She couldn't quit, not while he was still standing...

Yet as she angrily limped toward Wallace, vision blurred and her breath ragged, she saw him hastily retreat into a burning building. The monster of a fleabag went up in even more flames than before, and Camille groaned before she fell forward, finally dropping her rapier and hitting the ground. Not only had she just been bitten by a werewolf, she was losing a great deal of blood.

 

[EdwardDewey98]

Seeing the bastard burn after being doused in tar by Mariette didn't exactly make the constable happy. His bloodlust and wish for revenge were at their peak, but the traitor that had cursed him died at the hands of Mariette's illusion magic. He wanted to kill him. He wanted to make him pay for this curse that he had been afflicted with. But can he be angry at the vampiric witch for doing the right thing? Of course not. Once the once-mighty direwolf ceased to move, Jakob walked over and carefully reached through the fire to grab the burnt corpse of Wallace. He looked at Erwin, and gave him a nod before grabbing Wallace's head with both of his clawed paws. He gave it a twist, and eventually pulled it clean off his body before tossing it away. Still not satisfied, he let out a roar of frustration over the body, before slowly and painfully shifting back into his human form. He looked back at the others, and let out a sigh. "I-I...I'm glad most of you are okay..." He tried to smile, but the man was a mess of emotions. He walked over and grabbed his dirty jacket and cap, before joining the rest of the group without saying a word.

 

[K0mori]

Mariette had been thrown hard into a stone wall, her grimoire falling out of her hand in the process but landing close by thanks to its strap. She rose ominously, her body mending itself of its wounds and broken bones as she staggered back toward the fight. Wallace was being roasted alive; even if Mariette couldn't take credit for destroying the ironclad alone, her magic had done more to kill the monster than anything else. More or less, she had delivered on her promise of fireworks.

While Wallace charged off to his sickening end, Mariette approached Camille. "Don't worry Mademoiselle," she quietly taunted. "Perhaps Aleister's magic will do more for you than it did for Jakob. Hah, hah, hah." She slinked away, adjusting her hat as Jakob returned.

 

[The_Rifleman]

Sergey kept firing as Wallace charged him, taking his chance to jump at the very last second. It paid off, as Wallace's swipe missed him and the silver bullets finding their mark. The werewolf looked increasingly wounded, and the sudden fire made sure he was in an even worst state. Sergey watched him throw around half the party, before weirdly wondering into a burning building, and ultimately dying.

What the... Sergey didn't understand why a man like Wallace would do such a thing, to go out in that manner...but he wasn't complaining. He quickly stood up, and looked around, revolvers ready for anything. Where was Wallace's reinforcements? Soldiers? Zombies? But nothing was there except the rest of the group, most of which were hurt on the ground.

Sergey's instincts kicked in. He holstered his guns, and pulled his pack back around front. He ran to where most of the group was congregated, and started laying out pads, bandages, sterilizations, and other medical equipment down. "Whoever is hurt, quick we might not have much time. I'll patch you all up as best I can, basic triage. Enough to keep ya'll going till later. Who's hurt the worst?!"

 

[EdwardDewey98]

Jakob approached Rosanna, offering to help her up. He wasn't fully aware of the state of the other members of the team. He knew that Valeria was wounded, but during the fight, everything moved so fast that he didn't even realize that poor Camille had been tossed aside and bitten by the werewolf. After helping Rosanna up, he approached Camille, pausing as he heard Mariette's joke. He gave her a confused look. "I...I'd rather not joke a-about that, m'lady." He tried to smile at her, but hit was a rather messy one. "M...M'lady Camille...are you are you okay? I'm s...sure that Aleister will heal you. Its just one bite."

 

[Dmaster]

Camille had lost far too much blood to make sense of anything, her vision a sea of color and sounds coming to her as if she were underwater. Jakob could barely see her face between the hood and her cheek being in the dirt, but her eyes were slowly closing. It was not long before she passed out completely, body robbed of its adrenaline as the extent of her wounds mounted without it staving them off.

 

[Infab]

Rosanna stood, being helped up by Jakob, before brushing herself off and searching for her hat. "Shit, I hope it didn't fly off somewhere..." she muttered, as she searched about for it. Eventually, she found it near the fountain. She picked it up and brushed dirt off before slipping it back over her dirty blonde hair. "There we are." she said to herself, before hearing Sergey call out. "I think Camille over there got bit!" she sounded off, pointing over to where Jakob was currently standing over Camille's unconscious form. Erwin was sitting against the fountain nearby, shaking off the damage he had taken from Wallace's rampage. It'd take a lot to keep that man down, it seemed.

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Bones cracked and shifted. Cuts were sealed. Damage was mended. Get up, Witlock. You will not die here. Not while I have anything to say about it. Valeria groaned, slowly forcing herself up onto her elbow before rolling onto it and pushing herself up to a seated position. Everything hurt. Of course it would, Wallace had decided to squeeze a little life out of her with his massive hands. She sat there for a moment, before she heard Rosanna's voice nearby. "...Need some help, Val?" she asked, walking over. A worried look on her face. "I'll...I'll be fine. Make sure the others are alright." was the response from Valeria, as she slowly rolled over and pushed herself onto a knee before standing up. More pain. But she'd be okay. Hopefully.

 

[The_Rifleman]

As Sergey looked around and took his tools out, it was quickly obvious who needed attention the most. The majority of the party could stand unaided, but it was Camille who took the brunt of the attack. Apparently she was not only unconscious, but bit as well. Fuck.

Sergey picked up his pack and ran over to Camille. He quickly applied bandages to bleeding areas, and then a neck brace in case of spinal or neck damage. He straightened her out, and then looked at the bite wound. It was pretty bad, Wallace's teeth having sank deep into her. Sergey argued with himself for awhile, debating if he would rather expose himself here and now or keep playing his part. Then he realized he wouldn't be alive if her and the others didn't fight Wallace as heartily. Worse that could happen is that he'd have to slink away into the night....again.

He dug into his pack, and pulled out a thick yellow liquid in a vial. He uncorked it, and poured it on the wound, pushing it in with his fingers. "Don't ask me where and how I got this, it's a long story, but it will give her a fighting chance against lycantropy. Think of it how bases cancel out acids. Sand in oil, etc etc. this liquid should help her fight the infection in the blood itself. Hopefully..." He gave the others a grim look. Oh boy.

 

[Viper Actual]

Galina felt a bit numb from the hit she had sustained. At least she had avoided the first attack from Wallace which was somewhat comforting. Others had not fared so well.

While Sergey tended to the wounded Galina secured the square, making sure that no more enemies would appear. As she passed Wallace's ripped off head (thanks to Jakob) Galina kneeled down and tore out one of his teeth. Stonewall Wallace was finally dead. Too bad he didn't trade places with the dozens of men he had killed during the war.

 

[Emperor Sagan]

Aleister was amazed to see his fireball simply zip past the beast, flying over the creature's shoulders as it moved quickly out of the way, twisting and turning in its rampage to dodge attacks and toss everyone about like dolls. He tried to scamper off to avoid getting caught, but Wallance need only stride a few steps to cover a dozen feet, and with his reach, Aleister found himself in the grasp of the monster werewolf. To make it all entirely worse, Wallace was a towering inferno of flame from the tar being ignited.

Undite preserve me.

He was raised up high into the air and he braced himself for being thrown out of the square like a pebble, or be immolated in the beasts hand, but before he realized it Wallace was slamming him downwards. The impact onto the pavement cracked the stone and made an indention into the ground. His ribs crunched and broke and he felt his spine more than likely snap. The pain was rather unimaginable, but his vampiric immortality immediately began to attend to the damage as soon as it occurred. His vision swam for a bit, though by the change of the light he could see that Wallace was moving on to cause damage elsewhere. Lucky for him the beast didn't decide to finish him off.

As needles tore at the inside of his body as it healed, he realized the damage was far more extensive. His collarbone felt like someone was dragging a knife through it, so that must have been cracked on impact. His shoulder and left elbow was numb and tingly. Another fracture or break. He couldn't even move his head, so his neck or spine were definitely broken. It was a miracle he could heal so fast, and with a little prayer and focus, he began to channel some of his magic into himself to heal faster. Being stuck in a small crater, immobile, was not a good idea.

Within a couple minutes, he was good enough to move and he crawled up to see Wallace stride into a burning building and simply die. By the gods... what? He couldn't believe it. It didn't make any sense to his stunned mind, though his attention didn't remain on such a question for long - he glanced about to look at the others and saw Camille nearby in a bloody heap, like a crumpled little linen doll. Oh... dear.

He limped over in that direction - his legs apparently damaged from impact as well - as some others moved towards her. Sergery was untouched and reached her before he did, and the medical man began to apply traditional healing methods. He heard the man rambling about some nonsense as he poured a yellow liquid over her gaping wound. A nasty, terrible bite, with a good chunk of flesh missing. She didn't need some quack doctor, she needed divine healing.

"By the gods man," he gasped, his voice hoarse as his carefully organized hair lay over his face in dirty strands. "Cease that maniacal trite." His opinion of traditional doctors was rather low, given how ridiculous many of their healing practices were. He knew he had it easy in a way, as he simply needed time and concentration to heal nearly anything, and that everyone else had to make do as they could. It wasn't their fault they were so barbaric.

He collapsed onto his knees besides Sergey and the unconscious Camille. "She needs the grace of Undite," he coughed, placing one hand on her chest over her heart. With his senses he could feel the erratic pulse of what was possibly a dying heart. This wasn't good.

"Together... we should be able to save her," he said, not looking at Sergey as he stared down at Camille. Aleister didn't want to snub the man entirely, but he did not trust these doctors. He placed his other hand over the wound where Sergey was pouring the liquid. With closed eyes, he focused and summonsed the rest of the magic he had available to him, which was not too much given how much he used on himself and throughout the day, and on Wallace. However, not wanting to simply let her die despite her... troublesome beliefs, he summoned as much as he needed to in order to keep her alive. And to avoid his failure with Jakob.

The overdraw of magic began to cause dark rings to form under his eyes.

 

[Breadman]

Theodore hit the ground hard as Wallace tossed him the same way he tossed bombs. Lucky for the scholar, he wasn't too hurt. But as he stood up he felt an intense pain in the rib. As if something had popped inside. He might have cracked it or worse, broken it. He stood on his legs and held his side he walked to where Valeria stood

"Hope you'd be pleased to hear that the Ironclad has sunken to the bottom." he grunted as talking hurt him a bit "Mariette and Rosanna were instrumental in its destruction. But I'm afraid that with it sinking and Wallace dead, we're out of major leads to follow. Physical at least. There is still a chance we can catch the necromancer's residual energy from their foul aura. Could lead us to where we need to go next."

 

[joshuadim]

Ethraeil had been thrown by Wallace into a nearby building, into its third floor to be exact. He quietly picked himself up as the rubble tumbled off him and took a look around as he peeked out the broken wall. It seemed that Wallace got a few more good hits in before... killing himself? He took a moment before realizing he felt the traces of magic in the air. Seems like he was tricked into running into fire or was coerced to do so. Nonetheless, it still finished the job and Ethraeil was relieved. He descended quickly from the building and made his way towards the Inquiry. He had noticed that Camille was in bad shape, but was being worked on by both the newcomer and Aleister. He approached Valeria to see if she was alright, as she had taken a beating, but was surprised to see her in good condition. He narrowed his eyes for a moment, slightly suspicious but opted to not bring it up as a discussion. More pressing matters awaited anyway.

"The Colonel spoke of some artifact within the city. Must be something powerful enough to warrant this kind of trouble over it. I can't sense any signature from it, so it must be hidden well under some wards perhaps." he said to Valeria.

 

[Infab]

Valeria remained silent for a few moments, looking over to where Aleister, Camille, and Sergey were. Eventually, she let out a soft sigh. "...I know what he was looking for...and I know where it is." she said, glancing to Ethraeil and Theodore. She looked as though she didn't want to tell the two of them. But she kinda had to now. "The park north of here. We need to go there. And I'll need you to assist me." she then said, turning to Theodore specifically. "...I trust you know how to produce thermite?"

 

[Breadman]

"I just need my tools and materials." Theodore answered while crossing his arms. Although he was wondering how the inquisitor managed to figure out where exactly their target was.

 

[Infab]

"Right...one of our vampire friends could easily retrieve them from the boats outside the wall." she said, turning her attention north. She was intending to bring Theodore into things anyway, as his scientific knowledge would be useful in actually getting to the artifact where it was. "Once Camille has been mended...we can proceed."

It took some time for Aleister and Sergey's work to properly kick in, but it did and Camille was soon awake and alert. The bite had been mended, and the spread of lycanthropy into her blood was halted. She would not become like Jakob. She was helped to her feet, and Sergey set about checking on everyone else. Once everyone was medically cleared, Valeria tasked Mariette to quickly retrieve Theodore's trunk of equipment. It didn't take very long, with Mariette's intense speed. Rosanna would carry the trunk herself, and the group would set off towards the park to the north.

There were still zombies to deal with, as well as soldiers. Both were dispatched with ease if they became a problem, and soon enough the group found themselves in the middle of the park. At the center, before them, was a massive tree. It had been planted there several centuries prior, and it showed. "...Theodore...I need you to burn the tree down. You'll also need to prepare some thermite to use afterwards."

 

[Dmaster]

Camille awoke with a sudden spring up from her position on the floor, flailing about with her arms as she was under the impression that they were still in battle. When it had been proven that things were relatively safe, she stood up with a huff of exasperation. Being on the brink of death moments earlier proved to be quite exhausting, though while het wounds had healed miraculously - her pride hadn't.

She bent down and retrieved her weapons, looking down at them rather longingly as she chastised herself for her terrible performance. After several moments of silence on her part, she looked between Aleister and Sergey. "Thank you for saving my life." was all the huntress said before shuffling off.

When combat with the remaining fodder took place, Camille seemed to have found her center again as she danced about the enemies and ferried them to their end. Yet once combat was over she stood far off to the side, looking rather distant as she lightly held her bandaged shoulder. Clumsy, sloppy, and you may as well have lost your life...

 

[Breadman]

Theodore looked at the tree. What was once a healthy trunk had slowly been widled and fallen apart from centuries of life. Or at least he assumed it was from the looks of it, but appearance can be deceiving. Perhaps what was buried under it was having an effect on it? Or maybe not? The answers would come soon enough. Even in that state the size would make it take hours for the fire to do any real damage. From the his trunk, Theodore produced a can of fuel and began to douse the tree heavily with it. Adding it's strong smell to the mix of blood and gunpowder already covering him. After lighting the fire he calmly turned to walk back to his trunk, but not before stopping to talk to Valeria.

"It will take some time for the fire to burn through the tree and the stump. I suggest you and the others get comfortable while I work on the thermite mix."

 

[K0mori]

Camille's humiliation having brightened her mood, Mariette did what the inquisitors asked of her without complaint. Upon hearing a bit of chatter among them about Wallace's strange death, Mariette revealed simply, "he saw what I wanted him to see," flashing them a fang-filled grin.

Now, they would learn what this whole charade was really about. Valeria claimed she knew the location of some artifact Wallace was looking for. It was easy just to assume that she had called up some old church knowledge to figure out what Wallace actually wanted, but nonetheless, the Senior Inquisitor was acting a bit strange. She also seemed to be in much better shape than she should've been, considering how badly she'd been thrown about, but... maybe Aleister helped her when I was away. The man does look tired..

 

[joshuadim]

Ethraeil became slightly more suspicious when Valeria mentioned that she knew what the Colonel was after, especially since there hasn't been much time to obtain that kind of information. As they stood at the park, Ethraeil only watched silently as the tree burned from Theodore's efforts. He observed the flames before nonchalantly speaking to Valeria without making eye contact. "What is this artifact?"