forum The Hunt

Started June 18, 2019 by @PrettyLittlePyro

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“The answer to that question should be obvious, should it not?” He asked raising a brow.
“Of course not, I just got here and found them already in corpses”

Hosea tipped his head and walked over to examine the scene. He kept a bit of a distance for a moment, then he began circling them. "Them the question is, who or what, did this?"

Guinevere, slightly taken aback by her client's entrance but not surprised overall, confirmed that she completed her job and produced the "evidence."

"Excellent! I knew I could trust someone as strong as you!" Arthur rejoiced. Turning to his manservant, an insidious gleam appeared in his eye. "Jameson? Please take care of Ms. Guinevere's reward, would you? Her eternal reward."

The huntress had but a split second to react as Jameson pulled out a long, curved dagger and tried to bury it into her stomach.

Asawin shrugged.
“If I’ve got to guess, it would most likely be a magic user like all of us here. And judging by the burnt marks on their shirts, it was probably a fire magic user or fire entity of some sort” he suggested, not sure about the context of his speech.

(PERFECT! PERFECT, PERFECT, PERFECT, THANK YOU!)

The knife didn't make it past Guinevere's shirt thanks to the chain mail she always wore underneath, but the intent was still there.

"I do apologize for my behavior," Jameson said, answering his first stab with a brutal hook to her jaw. "It's always like this. If I do not kill you, the Master will, and it's just so tedious."

Nursing her bruised face, Guinevere drew the Sieglinde Rose and leveled it to Jameson's neck. "I will kill both of you, then," she growled.

"Oh no you won't!" came Arthur's voice behind her as she felt a searing pain and the smell of burnt fabric.

Asawin looked around.
“Well if you two don’t mind, I’m gonna go explore around for a bit” he stated and without for an answer, took off into the skies again.
He looked down at the ground every now and then, looking for something to do. He then spotted quite a large building in the middle of what he would classify as nowhere and flew down towards it.
Through the window panes, he spotted someone.
That woman from earlier? he questioned himself as he landed and knocked on the door loudly.

All Guinevere saw in those next moments was fire. Lots of fire.

"Hit her again, Sir Gelder!" Jameson cried.

F-ching! FWOOOSH!

The windows shattered and the huntress was blasted out the front door and onto the cobblestone path. The only thing that managed to hurt her was the landing, but her clothes were badly singed, revealing the shining chainmail underneath. Both Arthur and Jameson poked their heads out of the front door.

"That was a bit much, don't you think?" Jameson asked, brushing some coals off of his epaulets.

"Well, it doesn't matter at this point!" Arthur cackled. "With those other magic-users gone, I run this town!"

He skipped off of the front porch, past Guinevere's collapsed body, and out the front gate. Jameson silently followed, filed with much less glee than his master. Arthur galavanted across the opulent cul-de-sac, using Jameson's strength to bust open the front gates of mansions while Arthur blasted fire from his hands.

A Bender? Guinevere thought, still playing dead on the ground. No… Something gleamed in Arthur's hands, and he was wearing a pair of white silk gloves that she hadn't seen him with before.

"This is what I think of your hideous topiaries, Sheryl!" Arthur shouted before blasting gouts of flame upon some well-manicured hedges in the front lawn next to his. It was that same noise though.

F-ching! FWOOOSH!

A lighter, perhaps? Guinevere thought before she picked herself up off of the ground.

(Ah… I see how it is)

Asawin saw the woman he remembered get thrown out a window and immediately hid behind a tree. He had not been expecting that. One thing’s for certain though, he can most likely grab one of the two people in front of the lady and deal with them on his own. He unsheathed his blade slowly, keeping an eye on the two figures.

Eventually, he climbed up the tree and spread his metallic wings. A silver colored armor and helm started forming and in due time, covering him. He then launched himself from the tree branch straight down towards the pyromaniac, aiming his sword at their chest.

"Hee hee!" Arthur turned haphazardly and engulfed Asawin in flame. "Hope you're toasty!"

Asawin smiled under his helm.
“Right back at you!” He used his unarmed hand and slide himself above Arthur and just enough time to head straight for Jameson’s body. He grabbed Jameson with both hands and held him close in his flame covered metallic cocoon. Right now, Asawin and Jameson looked like some sort of pheonix ritual with Asa’s wings covered in amber heat.

Danny scanned the area and perked up at the sight of what seemed to be nothing.
"Hosea! I see the spirit of one of the dead men! I can ask him to see who did it! Cover me real quick."
Danny sat down with his scythe across his lap and closed his eyes. "For the best communication, I should spiritualize, as I like to call it." Danny focused and forced his spirit out of his body temporarily.
"Hello." He called, approaching the spirit. The spirit turned quickly and answered back.
"Hello? Where did you come from?"
"Doesn't matter. I'm on a bit of a time crunch so can you tell me who killed you?"
"Oh, um. It was this big guy with fire powers. Well, he had some weird gloves on, but he was using magic. Quite strange, as I'm pretty sure he's the guy who was trying to get people to hunt magic-users." The man said, slightly taken aback.
"Ok thanks!" Danny said, running back to his physical body. He jumped in and he rocked back, spirit and body whole again. He stood up and waved his scythe to send the man on to heaven and turned to Hosea.
"He said it was a big guy who hunted magic-users with a magic fire glove thingy. Do you think it could be the man who hired Guinevere?"

Jameson managed to struggle free from Asawin's grasp despite his massive bulk. His strength was superhuman and he managed to grab his knife and slash his attacker's face. Falling to the ground, he got into a battle stance, flipping his knife in his left hand. Arthur was still relishing in his conflagration, now set on trying to melt the facade of his neighbor's house. Guinevere, still alive and having a score to settle, decided it was time to bring out the big guns literally and figuratively. Focusing her mind, she reached out her hand like her son taught her and grabbed the handle of a massive, double-barreled shotgun (see character page towards the beginning for more details!). Her son made far more ammunition than was necessary, and that was nice considering her adversaries. Loading two massive shells into the breach and locking it in place, the huntress marched off to meet Arthur.

Hosea looked at the people and shook his head. "They didn't deserve this," he mumbled, then he turned to Danny and walked over to him. "Come on kid, we have some people to go get and I have a bag I need to retrieve." He turned and began making his way back towards town.

"A bag? Since when did you have a bag?" He says, putting his Scythe in its spiritual state so it's protected and doing the same with his Cloak while he walks along with Hosea.

"Since I got to this town, I left it in my room at the inn," Hosea started moving a little faster. "Pick up the pace kid." He had a feeling in his gut and he was following it. Something bad was about to happen and he had to know what.

"Alright then. Danny kept pace with Hosea and got the same feeling. He reached out and grabbed his Cloak again for protection.

"Arthur, you flaming bastard!" Guinevere screamed as the pyromaniac continued his rampage.

"Yes? You rang?" he asked smugly, giggling as people scrambled out of the house, the scent of burning flesh filling the air.

"I'm gonna make you pay for destroying this town and betraying my trust!"

"Trust?! HA! I've been waiting for this shit for years!" the flaming devil said gesturing to the carnage around him. "All I needed was someone to get rid of every other magic user in this shit town so I could take over! Us magic users are feared across the globe, hated by those who don't have the power to stop us! The only reason they think they're so high-and-mighty now is because they managed to kill off most of us hundreds of years ago. Now that we're back, you have magic users saying 'Oh, we can't take over, there's too many of them!' or 'Ruling over them would make us no better!' Well, FUCK THAT!" he bellowed, torching Guinevere again with a click of his lighter, presumably enchanted along with the gloves. "I'm going to take over, and I'LL be the one to show them that we should be feared! We should be hated! They should regret all of the persecution and death they've caused us over generations! I've had to hide my powers for decades, but no more!"

Guinevere stopped listening after that point and kept walking forward, oversized gun in hand, weathering every fiery blast that Arthur created. He didn't seem to realize that she was fireproof, and the smoke got so bad that neither could really see the other very well. Fortunately for the huntress, she could hear his monologing for miles, so it didn't take long before she was within striking range. One terrible stroke of her shotgun knocked the man to the ground. She placed the barrel on his torso and glared down at Arthur's smiling face.

"You'll see! You all will see!"

BANG!

"Calm down kid," Hosea said calmly. His pace was just under a jog, and the town was coming into view. He could see from where they were lights flashing and he could hear the sounds of a fight. "I need you focused and ready to fight. Try not to kill anyone."

"Heh, it's hard to just incapacitate people with an insta-kill Scythe, but I can try."
He also pulled his Scythe out, ready to fight. He hopefully only got the bad guys.
"Who are we looking for?"
They got in clear view of the battle and all Danny could see was smoke. He slid to a stop and scanned the area. Then, through the smoke, he saw Asa.
"You go help Asa, I'm going to try to clear this smoke and stop the spread of the flames."

"Here, kid take this it won't kill instantly," Hosea tossed a dagger through the air towards Danny. Without waiting to see if Danny caught it, he vanished into the fray looking for the people that started the fight.

Danny caught the dagger with his other hand and tucked it into his Cloak. He could just knock people out with the wood of his Scythe. The smoke could be harnessed if he put it all into his spiritual realm, he would store it there for use later. He focused and opened up a portal with some of the smoke, and then started feeding all the rest in. He cleared up lots of it, but more kept coming from the fires burning up the buildings and greenery. Danny slowly felt himself weakening. The burning parts slowly got teleported into a pile in a clearing behind him as to not create a wildfire. When all the fire was gone, he finished harnessing the smoke and the portal collapsed on itself. Then, he collapsed in exhaustion. Danny didn't even have enough energy to put his Scythe away.

Guinevere removed her gun from the gooey giblets of what was left of Arthur Jackson Gelder and bent down to collect the now-bloodstained silk gloves and metal lighter. She tried to pocket those for later, but then she realized she didn't have pockets. Or anything, aside from chainmail and badly burnt undergarments. The smoke started to clear, and she quickly ducked into the mansion and rummaged through every set of clothes she could find. Nearly everything was too short, but there were enough sewing supplies where she could make a skirt out of some nice curtains. The beige duster jacket would have to do, but there were some shirts that did manage to fit her, coming presumably from Jameson's wardrobe.

Where'd he go, for that matter?

Hosea moved through the slowly disappearing smoke. He saw a figure and stopped. Then he slowly started moving forward, pulling the short sword he had out. "Excuse me? Are you hurt?"

Name: Nida T'ym
Age: 24
Gender: female
Sexuality: straight
Shipping?: yes
Appearance: https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fstatic1.fjcdn.com%2Fcomments%2FFemale%2Bdark%2Belf%2Bwizard%2B_ce9f32271f61bb0a449928275f925bc7.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Ffunnyjunk.com%2Fchannel%2Fdungeons-n-drags%2FFantasy%2Bcharacter%2Bcreator%2FuNeyGhA%2F1831&tbnid=53CiQ8yBLYylPM&vet=12ahUKEwjkvKeb9vnjAhWGNt8KHcTSA5AQMygPegUIARDJAQ..i&docid=l-3O7tHDnz0W_M&w=839&h=900&hl=en-us&client=safari&ved=2ahUKEwjkvKeb9vnjAhWGNt8KHcTSA5AQMygPegUIARDJAQ (also wears a cloth like mask)
Personality:she tries to stay unattached from people for her safety.and she doesn’t give up she can be stubborn sometimes and she never loses without a fight.
Race: dark elf
Weapon of Choice: a glaive along with her magic
Background: she was born in the capital, she grew up extremely poor and has felt with prejudice her whole life she learned from a young age that hiding your identity was the only way to survive. She was born with a red crest on her forehead
Other:is pretty agile and skilled with her glaive
(Good?)