The Haunted Forest RPG

[PoesAccomplice]

"Yeah, she's a disgrace to the name. Hunters are supposed to be strong, and aren't supposed to root for the creatures in this forest and be protected by them." Mirus said, agreeing.

Pyro nodded, and said "She has to pay."

 

[Garjzla]

Pyro nodded, and said "She has to pay."

"They all have to. And they all will, soon enough." Mirus assured him.

(So, what else is there to talk about? They keep on talking about killing the hunter and I'm not sure how to stop.

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[PoesAccomplice]

"They all have to. And they all will, soon enough." Mirus assured him.

(So, what else is there to talk about? They keep on talking about killing the hunter and I'm not sure how to stop. )

Pyro said "I'm a bit tired. Could I take a little nap?"

 

[Bantambird]

"Go? Nay so fast snake, I gotta wash."
He looks down at his clothes and sighs. They're dirty and bloody, there's moth holes and loose threads hanging from his sleeves.
"Ere why don't you go and pay one o' thay guests a visit. Get us some new rags. I'll get cleaned up."
He strips down to his undergarments and piles the worn fabric on the floor.

Zahir grins wickedly. " I wouldn't have gone through all the trouble of washin' my pants if I'd a known you were OK with liftin' some duds offa more affluent gentlemanly type. There's a room at th' end of the hall, kept by the innkeeper's wife. She's a madam, has a small stable, but that room is all gussied up fer th' fancier men, who don't wanna be found here. Not only can we lift some decent duds, they ain't gonna say nuffin bout it to nobody, especially if they married. I bet they keep a few changes of clothes in case they need 'em."
Zahir lifted the latch and slipped into the hallway, his damp pants rubbing uncomfortably against his skin. He took note of everything: nobody else was awake besides the cook and a few patrons eating breakfast in the tavern below. Upstairs was all clear, everyone was either passed out drunk or asleep. He stepped carefully over one particularly loudly snoring drunk, fighting the urge to plant a boot in his boozy face. Making his way down the hall, he pulled a lock picking tool from his pocket and quietly started to jimmy the lock. After a short time, there was a soft click as the lock gave admittance. Turning to his snake form, he hugged the ground and kept absolutely silent, feeling for vibration that warned of approaching footsteps. Moving to the dresser stocked with reasonably nice clothing, he liberated several shirts and some nice thick trousers. Turning back to his human shape, he nabbed some socks too, as well as a few odds and ends. Looking around carefully, he stuffed his shirt and made for the door, slipping out and away back down the hall, like a shadow. He made it back to their room and closed the latch, tossing the newly acquired items onto one of the beds.

 

[Athaid]

Ezria listens intently to Zahir, the edges of his mouth curling up. He doesn't interrupt, and waits for him to leave before pulling himself up and onto his feet. He removes the contents of the pockets from his old clothes; His blade, a small pouch of copper, a tooth pick, and an old rag. He sets them on the side table and stumbles to the washroom. He kicks the door shut behind him and strips down naked, carelessly tossing his vest and pants to the floor. It's more of a cupboard than a room really - no window, and barely enough space to turn around in. He squints and tries to adjust to the sudden lack of light. His finger tips searching for the tap. He feels something cold and grabs hold of it, running his hands over it he identifies it as the faucet. It squeaks as he turns it, the pipes rattle and hiss in response as the water begins trickling out.
He cups his hands to collect it, and throws it over himself, scrubbing his skin until it's red. It feels good to be clean again. He bends down to wash his hair, hitting his head against the wall.
"Argh" He exclaims angrily, a sharp throbbing pain in his brow. He closes his eyes and inhales slowly through his nose, puffing the air out through his mouth "It Won' be fer long, just gotta collect that bloody bounty."
He uses his hands to guide himself safely down to the sink and washes his hair in the cold water, quickly pulling himself up as the door clicks open.
"Zarir?" He questions, pushing his hair from his face and ruffling it with his hands.

 

[Bantambird]

" Yeah?" Answered Zahir distractedly, rifling through the loot. He started stripping off his old shirt and his uncomfortable pants.

 

[Athaid]

Ezria pulls the door open a crack and peers out. "E're pass us the cloth then." He says sharply, sticking his hand out.

 

[Garjzla]

Pyro said "I'm a bit tired. Could I take a little nap?"

"Of course. You should probably rest for most of the day anyway." Mirus said.

 

[PoesAccomplice]

"Of course. You should probably rest for most of the day anyway." Mirus said.

Pyro thanked her and laid down on his blanket. He quickly fell asleep and woke up four hours later. He sat up, and called out "Mirus?"

 

[Bantambird]

"Yeah yeah, keep yer pants on( hahaha American phrase makes perfect pun!)." He tosses some clean clothes at the outstretched hand sticking out of the washroom, hoping Ezria would catch them. He starts putting on some fresh new and better smelling clothes. He even managed to nab a few fresh handkerchiefs. After wearing the same socks for weeks, fresh ones felt so soft and incredible.