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Fantasy Hunter's Moon: The Sin & Sentence [IC] [CLOSED]

Seriphine looked up and placed a hand on one of her hilts. "Is this an ally of yours?" She asked out loud while glancing at Xager.
 
Uloth did not enjoy the mess but she certainly did not partake in the clusterfuck of rage going on. She was quietly thankful that Xager had stepped in and stopped the problem before it got any further though. She looks at the group with disappointment and disgust but says nothing. She walks over to the crates and begins examining the contents to see what she can take with them on top of what she's already carrying. She stocks up on fresh water mostly, it being the commodity least likely to be obtained down here. She refreshes her canteens and takes another canteen of water to bolster the stockpile. Her pack is getting pretty heavy at this point but she knows she's more or less the beast of burden for the party currently so she just accepts that she's going to be heavily encumbered by carrying supplies to ensure they don't all starve or dehydrate before the next shipment.
 
After the whole ordeal was done and the spell lifted, Venextos' spell dissipated into embers in mid air as he was finally able to move again. Anya had run off while Loque had broke down for a moment before getting back up, and everyone seemed to be on edge at this point. Tensions had blown up, and the wizard would not be surprised if this happened again at another point. When Takato spoke again, Venextos turned around towards the figure in the distance and removed his staff from the ground. "It seems this spat has attracted possibly unwanted attention..." he muttered somewhat sourly to the monk. "Keep your eyes on it."
 
Takato simply gave Venextos a thumbs up, as he began shifting to a taigekkun fighting position. If worst came to worst, he could easily shift to a keiyiken fighting position.
 
The shot through the frigid air half-deafened the high elf, who pulled the rifle from her shoulder, a quick ck-clack of her rechambering the bolt, aiming towards the noise, only to see it be the fault of the elf who couldn't have been more than a teenager. She would've left it with a frustrated sigh, and continued on walking towards their destination.

But then all hell broke loose.

What should have been a simple, if annoying distraction, turned into a full altercation between multiple members of the group. Riberta and Hudson in particular seemed to be at each other's throats. They were prepared to kill each other. Over what? A mistake? Nothing? That northern looking woman transformed fully into a beast at the slightest provocation, and, for all intents and purposes, looked like she was about to murder the rest of the party. If it weren't for the intervention of the demon, then it's not unlikely that the entire party would have been slaughtered by itself. She could only gaze on, rifle held limply in her hands, misty eyed as she was locked up in magic. The strength drained from her muscles as she stared on. Not in anger, or disgust, but abject terror.

She was going to die here. She was going to die, and the demons would spill forth and annihilate her race, and it would be all her fault.

Once the curse wore off, Gwenaelle fell to her knees. She didn't know what to say. Quite honestly, she didn't even know if she could. She lay for a few moments, before pushing back up onto her feet, dragging her weary self over to the crates. Most of what she took was food. Dried meat, and what seemed to be some sort of dry bread. All wrapped in wax paper, they went into her bag. There were some other oddities that she could see, however. A few little glass jars, and what looked to be jam inside of them. She grabbed a red one. There was also a couple of rectangular, small wooden boxes. Perhaps slightly larger than her palm, and modestly full of multi-coloured... she wasn't sure, actually. Gems? They seemed too dull for that, and would definitely not have been put in with the food. Oh well, it still went in to her pack.

As she shuffled over to the ammo, taking a bullet from her own hip pouch, one might note the marked tremor to her hands whilst she sorted through the boxes of rounds to find the ones that would actually fit her own gun.
 
Jakob was ready to handle his bag to Riberta as Vincent ordered him to talk with Anya, but Henderson offered to go himself, Jakob didn't know how to feel about the mutated creature but so far, he had shown to be more level headed than the rest of the group. Jakob sighed as Henderson walked off. Everyone was now packing up supplies but Riberta as she watched over Aliana. "Hey kid, don't let their shouting get to you. This just was a simple mistake, alright?" He gave the young elf a friendly smile.
 
Hudson was several paces ahead of the group at this point, his jerky promptly and angrily devoured before he took notice of the figure ominously standing before them. Splendid, they've already been made. Drawing his sword, his now freed hand held about his waist to be ready to retrieve Velin's Tears should things escalate.

"Fuck off, we don't want any." he shouted to the strange being, spreading his stance.
 
Senya turned to the ominous figure in the distance. And right now everyone was a bit scattered. Hudson then decided to head towards this figure, sword drawn all by himself. Does his man have a deathwish? What is he trying to do? The man is too angry to the point he isn't making any rational decisions. Senya shook her head, opting to follow in should they suffer another blow to morale. And morale was way below their threshold. Senya simply walked at a quick pace, hoping she can arrive there to meet up with this mysterious individual and what did they want from them.
 
The being on top of the hill slowly turned its large flamberg in its hand and stuck it into the ground, stretching out its open palm towards the group.
But strangely enough, it seemed to signal to Loque the most.

"Wandering souls. Thee who art without sin, prithee step forward and thou shalt be released from this wretched realm." The being spoke. Even though its voice was raspy and sounded like it had to make a painful effort to even speak, the words seemed to flow to the group like a breeze.
 
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The hunter squinted at her through his helmet, his bastard sword being raised slowly as she spoke. She's one of those demons, then. Her words made little sense to Hudson, but given how esoteric she wished to be that did nothing but stoke his ire.

"Take a look around, we all have sinned." he shouted back, now actually drawing his chained mace and beginning to spin it about to build momentum. The bright flame caged within flickered and danced before it grew, the sharp metal around it being sheathed in bright fire. "Now I got no qualms with killing a demon, but I do have a question. Who sent you? After I'm done with you I'm going for them next."
 
Senya tilted her head as she stared at the person's flamberg in hand. But the individual simply struck her weapon into the ground. They gestured outward, referring to them as wandering souls. The words were clear however. Senya needed to know who are they? She slowly raised a hand, "What exactly do you want?"
 
As the group appeared to be a strange mix of angry, sad and confused, something was off. It needed to make further inquiries.

"To want is a sin" the being rasped, "and what I must do is my duty, heavenly mandated to me by the mother of mothers."
 
Senya squinted in confusion, the mother of mothers. None of it made sense. But she had to keep pressing some answers here. "And, what is it that you have to do for your duty?"
 
Hudson actually slowed down his twirling of his chained weapon upon that, tilting his head in confusion. "What - Who cares about the kind of sin? This is the godsdamned Abyss if you haven't noticed!" he piped up, practically over Senya's question as he took another step forward and began spinning his chain faster again.

"I hate demons, but the ones that talk nonsense in attempts to seem profound are some of my least favorite. Make your last words at least make some sense."
 
The being remained silent for moment, her leather gloves creaking as she gripped her flamberg and pulled it forcefully out of the ground.

"To kill Taranoch." it stated bluntly.
 
Takato's fighting posture relaxed as he just looked at the being in the distance in odd confusion. It was wandering these lands, the Hollowlands of all places, and yet their heavenly-mandated duty was to kill Taranoch? Seemed an odd place to be.

"...and who was the heavenly being that mandated this, this 'mother of mothers'?" he asked, ready to reengage his posture.
 
"To kill Taranoch."

The being finally pulled the flamberg back into its previous position, what for, Senya didn't know. But she worried this might cause an act of aggression between the two. "Who is the Mother of Mothers?" Senya asked.
 
By this time, Loque had almost given up on everything and was now leaning on Senya's shoulder for support, and not just emotional either. She's completely zoned herself out to the point her cigarette simply burns in her mouth, and while she's resigned herself to allow the others to deal with this mysterious stranger, there's just something about the way they looked and more importantly, how they smelled that penetrated right into her nerves deep underneath her skin. It's like they're screaming at her, telling her to run as far away as possible from this burned woman, but she just can't bring herself to. If Loque is to die by her hand today, she may as well just do it. She'd be doing Loque a favor at this point.
 
Seriphine, who was now standing next to Takato, crossed her arms. "Maybe this one isn't intent on bickering with everyone."

She glanced at Takato briefly, giving him a steady stare from top to bottom. As she looked back to the being she made a grunt. It was unclear wether it was a amused one or one of disappointment.
 
"The mother of mothers, her name and deeds forever preserved by the devotion of the righteous, is the most holy champion of justice and judgement." The being rasped again.

"I am Gödrun, her most loyal servant. This task hath been bestowed upon me most graciously by the mother of mothers, marked by this sacred alabaster crown that adorns my head."
 
Takato knew not why the elf beside her gave him a steady stare from top to bottom, but he tried to ignore it and continued to look at the being ahead. Despite the introduction, Gödrun still hadn't revealed the name of the 'mother of mothers'.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Madame Gödrun," Takato began, "but the answer to our question that is not - what is the name of the Mother of Mothers, for we... ignorant seem not to know her name or her deeds..." he ended up saying, hoping that would garner a response.
 
Hudson sneered through his helmet. "Only champion of justice and judgement is Velin." he said, still drawing closer. "And while she has been pairing us with all manner of bastards and Abyssal filth I don't think she'd be so quick to send us another."

"So I'm going to repeat myself. Fuck off, we don't want any."
 
So they finally got a name: Gödrun, a loyal servant of the champion of justice and judgement. Her duty was to kill Taranoch. Was this person referring to Velin, or someone else? Senya stepped forward, "We are here to stop Taranoch's progress from breaching into the mortal plane again. He possesses two divine artifacts and soon, all five. We're here to stop that from happening."
 
Seriphine chuckled. Did it really matter who she served? By all looks this Gödrun-character was a competent fighter. No thrall-material unfortunately but at the very least she could be a future lieutenant- or ally.

She waved with her hand. "Who cares? She wants to slay Taranoch. So do we. Everything else is irrelevant."

"Unless you'd like to spend another abyssal week bickering about foolish emotions and useless thoughts," said Seriphine while looking at Takato.
 
Gödrun figured that Velin must be a name for the mother of mothers, or at least that's what these people insinuated. She had heard the name before from other wandering souls, but never in the same context.

As the man in the front began spouting how Velin had paired them with abyssal filth, he seemed to be one who did not appreciate being here.

Gödrun slowly raised the flamberg over her head and said, "Solem in potestam", after which the sword promptly burst into flames and she lowered it to her side.
She began walking down towards the group, focusing on Hudson, "Thou hath a terrible burden to carry. If thine burden afflicts thine companions most holy mission..."

"Allow me to relieve thee of thine suffering."
 

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