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Discussion in 'East Hyrule Field' started by Alana Tetroa, Jan 15, 2018.

  1. Alana Tetroa

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    Ruins all had a look of.... ruin to them. Desolation, abandon, emptiness. Alana imagined, if ruins were people, they'd be like an old man who fathered no children, whose friends were all dead, who never made new friends, and who was forgotten, sitting in the corner constantly sighing sadly. Usually there was nothing to find in ruins, no people to help. Alana rarely explored ruins herself, but still found the stories behind ruins to be oddly fascinating.

    The ruins they approaches definitely appeared to be once some sort of town. Run down houses and broken walls scattered throughout the area, leading all the way to the back of the town where what appeared to once be a cathedral stood. Alana fanned herself at the sight of all the dust and dirt. She wrinkled her nose as she remember the other reason why she disliked going to ruins - she was mildly allergic to dust. She could already feel the itch in her nose, but it was too late to turn back now.

    "Well.. I think this is it... A-CHOO.." Alana blushed as she pinched her nose. "Sorry... I'm a little allergic to dust."
     
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    As Tiketh entered the area, limping along at his less than casual pace, his head began hurting. A sharp pain digging into his skull, he groaned slightly, though such a sound of pain could easily be attributed to his leg acting up and thus he didn't make much of an attempt to hide his discomfort. Whatever the spirit was doing to him, it showed no signs of stopping. In fact, he almost worried it would speed up. He managed to get a better look at himself before they left, extremely discouraged now to notice his eyes were now permanently red. They had not always been, only when Take was in control. To see it now was unsettling, an unfriendly reminder he hadn't been rid of the spirit. It just seemed to have burrowed in further and he was just short of full panic over it.

    The best he could possibly hope to do was try to keep it out of his mind for now and pray that these ruins might hold some answers for him, or that this peculiar Stalfos and its cursed watch could give him relief or a hint of how to cope. So long as the spirit didn't try to assume control again, he supposed he was just going to have to learn to live with it.

    He was startled out of his thoughts with Alana sneezing. Tiketh offered a sympathetic smile. "I guess no one's been in yet to clean," he offered as a half-hearted joke. "I mean but seriously.. if dust is the worst thing here, that will be great news. I've been here before and have never once seen bandits or raiders nearby. They like to be closer to busy roads, you see. Traveling caravans to rob and all. There's no reason to be hiding out here so far away. However uh... I wouldn't put it past other creatures to be nesting around here. Maybe we should proceed uhm... quietly and carefully until we're certain we're alone."

    With every decrepit wall and crumbled tower, there was a possible threat of something wild and violent sleeping inside or behind it. Whether it be something as common and harmless as a deer or cow, or something more vicious like a Wolfos, he couldn't say. So far, he heard nothing, but then critters could be sneaky.
     
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    Cyrui did not recognize the ruins. While he was in active duty for a majority of the war, he did not go all over Hyrule. Cyrui could imagine the town full of life, the chapel's bells ringing, children playing in the streets, merchants selling their wears, and people living their lives. He could also imagine ganon's forces marching upon this town, pillaging ever building in sight, slaughtering anything that moved, and taking anything shiny that they could find, even things bolted down. The trio walked past a message hastily scrawled on a wall that said "The Goddesses' have abandoned us!" Probably a survivor of the attack before they abandoned this place. But unlike most ruins he encountered, which either held bandits or monsters, this one was different.

    It was quiet for a ruins. Eerily quiet. Nothing stirred. No bandits, no wild beasts, no birds, just nothing. "You were not kidding when you said this place did not have bandits." Cyrui was not in a relaxed state however. He was ready to draw his weapons at a moments notice. "However, I doubt dust is the worst of our problems." Stalfos were probable, along with many other nocturnal creatures probably sleeping in the collapsed buildings. The cathedral probably housed something. Best case scenario would be a family of keese. Worst case scenario would be a gateway to hell itself, but Cyrui doubted that entirely. "We can expect mold and mildew." He joked, trying to make the situation less tense. He appreciated the company, as it was rare. Though, he was ready for one of them to pull out a knife and attempt ram it into his spinal cord. By this point, Cyrui had spit out both sticks of meat when neither of his companions were looking. It seemed to have worked, though for all he knew, they were just ignoring that. "I agree Tiketh, keep your wits about you."

    The watch had been silent this entire time. Even though it had been a few hours, the watch had not once made the strange noise it had made earlier. Cyrui was more annoyed than afraid of his newest companion. If Cyrui was still a living, breathing soldier, he would be terrified, but when you are undead for a decade and have experienced death, things like ghosts and curses are little more than an irritant. Though if Cyrui had to deal with Tingle's irritating and taunting messages for a decade, he might be driven to madness.
     
  4. Alana Tetroa

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    Alana wondered what had happened to the town for it to be left in such desolation. Of course, all towns had some sort of disaster every now and then, and maybe if they were unlucky enough, the town would get destroyed. But to be destroyed, abandoned, forgotten and never rebuilt... That was a whole other story.

    Alana fumbled in her pouch, digging out a green leaf that she held over her nose for a moment and inhaled. Madama told her that this would help relieve her allergies for a little bit. Just for a little, but Alana would be okay with any sort of relief.

    "What do you think destroyed this town? A fire? A plague? Maybe there was a curse or something.."
    Alana mused as they walked through the rubble. She was rather curious about that broken building at the end of the town.

    The cathedral's doors were long gone, the entrance just a large hole leading into a dark, light-less void. Occasionally, you could see a light shaft peak through the broken shingles on the roof. Alana was sure this cathedral was a sight to see when it stood. How it could be forgotten like this... It drove Alana's curiosity crazy. "Can we.. can we go check out the building over there. It looks like it could've been a cathedral. I bet you they hid something valuable in there. Probably the basement or something."
     
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    What did happen here? That was a question Tiketh so wished he knew the answer to. He himself wondered the same thing. He wondered what this town had been decades ago. What was it called? Who lived here? What happened to the people after the war swept through? "Whatever must have happened here, I hope it was quick and that the ones that lived here evacuated in time." Of course, if the village was destroyed by sickness or plague, then evacuating wouldn't have done much good. Though he didn't let himself think about that.

    He let out a soft, sharp hiss of pain as he walked, the throbbing in his head doing him no favors. "I hope we won't have to fight any rogue wildlife while we're here. I'm not so certain I'd be up to it." If something attacked, he'd have to rely on his magic, he figured. Something way off in the distance howled, Tiketh thanking all the goddesses it was so far off. Whatever it was, it was probably nowhere near the village nor would it be coming here... he hoped. Following it was another distant noise, barely even audible unless you were paying attention. It sounded like the dying scream of an animal. Tiketh cringed at the sound. Creepy. Whatever screamed... it wasn't just dust or mold or mildew.

    Perking his head up, he looked towards the ruined cathedral. Most every window was smashed out, but colored glass was still lying in the dust. The windows must have been absolutely exquisite in their time. He nodded, eyes wide in awe. "Yeah," he said, "Yeah I'm up for it. There could be relics there more important than gold or silver." Sacred buildings like that cathedral would hold knowledge of the world and especially the goddesses. It wasn't like a bank that held only riches that would have been long stolen away. Here, there might still be something of use to their Stalfos friend and maybe even something that might help Tiketh better understand the otherwordly presence that haunted him. "It's a good call." Steadying himself on his cane, he made for the cathedral's entrance.
     
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    Cyrui looked around. The rest of the town was in ruins. Only one other building stood out. It was boarded up from the outside, clearly trying to keep something in. The building showed signs of fire damage. A message was written in red paint on the wall of the house. "May the souls of the Cursed find peace. Let the fire cleanse their bodies of this affliction and prevent further incident." On a wall nearby, another message was written by someone else in green paint read, "Screw you Isaac! Those "Cursed" were our friends and family! You just shoved random people in there and hoped for the best, didn't you?! This curse has gotten worse since you did this! I am leaving this town, and I suggest anyone reading this does the same! -Peter"

    Cyrui stared at the message for a while. He then turned to his two companions. "I agree, the cathedral seems mostly untouched. However, keep your wits about you. It seems that something of a more sinister nature destroyed this village." Disease was meaningless to Cyrui, since he could not get sick, but he doubted it was illness. He believed that this place had a more supernatural reason for its abandonment. Though, that was probably his hopeful brain speaking. He can protect his companions from monsters but he could not protect them from illness. He took point on approaching the cathedral.

    The cathedral walls were vandalized with multiple messages. Many of which said that "the Goddesses were dead" or "This is punishment for our actions." A sign that had long broken off its post laid in front of the broken cathedral doors. It read, "Housing and meals for those affected by this curse. All are welcome." Cyrui slowly entered the cathedral, making sure he went first. Cyrui had his spear and shield at the ready.
     
  7. Alana Tetroa

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    [[apologies for the wait, monster hunter world made me forget I had to post]]

    A curse? Alana couldn't say she had ever personally experienced a curse before, so she wasn't even sure if she knew how to handle one in the case they ran into it. Or succumbed to it. Whatever the word was. In fact, Alana wasn't even so sure if curses really existed or not. Though it did appear that an entire town was abandoned due to this curse, so it was probably no joke. Unless of course, it was all just a conspiracy to hide a bigger crime, in which then Alana would have to applaud whoever it was for how real it looked.

    Alana stared at the broken sign on the floor, scratching her head. "I guess this curse was a pretty big thing huh? I wonder what it was that forced people into containment." She frowned. "I guess trying to contain the curse didn't work so well did it?" She bent down and picked up the sign, brushing the dust off. "All are welcome. So I guess it wasn't contagious? Or maybe...."

    Alana trailed off, realizing she was rambling again, over-analyzing every detail. Maybe they just wanted people to be able to visit their family and it was at simple as that.

    She shrugged. "How does curses even start in the first place? Some one must have done something really bad for a whole town to get abandoned."
     
  8. Tiketh

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    "You really think a curse went swept through this place?" he asked, "Not a war or famine. They really believed that.. they were cursed." But was it true? Could the town truly have been cursed? Tiketh knew these kinds of places well. In another time, dreary and eerie much like this he had come across a demon. A spirit that called itself Thou That Taketh Away. If something like that could be lurking around, then curses were in fact real and there was a very good chance that something similar was here.

    "I've seen this kind of thing before,"
    he muttered finally as he peered into the cathedral. "If something or someone dies with so much.. hatred and anger in them... they linger on after death. Their spirit remains, sucking the life from anything it touches, spreading its evil anywhere it can get." He frowned, adding then, "The exorcist taught me that. I also learned from him that... some spirits... some curses are too powerful to be so easily lifted. These people must have been terrified for their lives.. unable to solve this riddle, unable to life their curse." How awful.

    Entering into the cathedral, he stepped on a piece of glass from the window, it cracking loudly beneath his weight. He winced at the sound, taking a step back. All of a sudden he didn't want to go in anymore. Still, he'd go. There had to be something in here worth seeing. This was mostly his idea anyway to come to this town. He couldn't chicken out.

    He felt sick, head throbbing again. He rubbed at his hood, groaning. "Is it just me or does the air feel... sick in here?"

    Up ahead, through a doorway at the end of the main hall, a shadow darted past and he forgot his sickness for a moment to stare, free hand reaching for the scythe resting neatly at his back. He wobbled slightly on his cane, wondering if he ought to ask if anyone else saw what he just saw or if he was just spooked and seeing things.
     
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    "What is more concerning is that we do not know when this 'curse' happened. They could have survived the entire war only for a curse to destroy this town. Or it may have happened even before the first true battles of the war. We have no reference of time, and because of that, I suggest that, as a service to both this town and its people, we figure out what happened here." Artifacts were more of Cyrui's speed and he usually ignored details like how a town was destroyed. He had seen so many destroyed towns before but this town was special. It had seemed to be forgotten by time itself as there was no record on this town. No name, no people who came from it, no animals, no monsters, just the ruins and the final messages of a dying village.

    Cyrui's deep thinking was interrupted by him tripping over the leg of a broken pew. It sounded like a dozen pots and pans falling to the ground in a cacophony of misery. This awoke some keese, who flew down from the ceiling and scattered. Some fled the building, opting for a quieter place. Others attempted to ward off the intruders through their fangs and claws. Cyrui slowly rose to his feet, dazed from the sudden fall. Once he collected himself he sprung into action, stabbing at and waving his spear at the keese. This was hardly effective, since most of the keese kept a safe distance, but Cyrui did stab two and knock away a third.

    After a while, the keese dispersed. Cyrui caught his "breath." "As I said earlier, we should keep our wits about us, as to not alert anything else to our presence." He tried his best to play off the whole tripping thing, covering it with a serious demeanor. But he was deeply embarrassed.
     
  10. Alana Tetroa

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    Alana liked to think that she was relatively lightfooted and nimble. In a place that was left so empty for so long, Alana felt it was only right that they tried to leave as little evidence of their visit as possible. Not that she was paranoid about persecution or something, but Alana felt like it gave the place more respect. The cathedral, however, was so littered with disrepair, Alana really didn't think there was any way for her to leave the place unmarked with her footsteps.

    "Sick?" Alana took a deep inhale, but didn't notice anything different. It could just be the herb she was using. The plant's aroma acted as a sort of filter that cleansed the air. Not to say that the herb would have any effect on keeping out cursed air if that was what Tiketh was noticing. "I don't really not-"

    She was cut short by Cyrui's falling, a symphony of limbs, flying keese and loud clangs. She winced slightly, moreso at the sound than the fall. "Careful there! Wouldn't want to wake up something dangerous. You never know what might be sleeping around here."

    She bent down and picked up a piece from a shattered pot, admiring the carvings in it. "What fine craftsmanship. I wonder what these were for..." She looked over at Tiketh. "You think a journal would have survived through all this? Maybe someone has all the events record." She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I think we should go look for one."
     
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    "Of course," Tiketh had agreed. In some sort of remembrance towards the people of the town, they owed it to try and figure out more of what happened.They couldn't just ignore everything and leave pretending this was never a thing in the first place. Tiketh was dying to know what went down here. What did the people do? What was the curse? Were there survivors?

    While he was pondering such thoughts, really wondering exactly what might have happened here, there was a loud banging and clanging as the Stalfos went tumbling over, armor clattering. Tiketh winced, stopping in his tracks. If anyone or anything was going to be listening, it would definitely hear them now. Though, he wasn't about to blame anyone if they attracted unwanted attention. If it wasn't either one of them, it'd be him. Tiketh was known for being a bit of a klutz sometimes and quite frankly he was amazed he himself hadn't tripped over anything yet.

    Thankfully, the only immediate attention they were granted was a few troublesome keese. Scythe at the ready, he helped drive them away. He kept his mouth shut and said nothing about the fellow tripping as his quick recovery and subject change seemed to indicate he didn't want it brought up. Alana's comments instead brought interest. This place was so mysterious. The decorations and the designs of the artifacts were nothing he'd seen before. That made him question just how old this village really was. Maybe pre-war. Very very pre-war?

    He embraced the subject change, fingers to his chin. "A journal? There must be something. Anything. Something that they left behind. If there was anything to find... it'd be in a place like this... somewhere where everyone gathered in their last moments before..." he trailed off, not sure if he should say 'before they left' or 'before they all died'. Instead, he headed towards the back, "There's got to be access to a cellar around here. What about here..?" He trailed off again as he rounded a corner and entered into a small room with an equally small wooden door with a rusty latch. "This must be it.."
     
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    Cyrui brushed himself off. He said nothing while doing it. After doing so, he began looking through the pews. Maybe there was some hint, clue, or possibly something unrelated to this "curse" but of equal interest. Sadly, all he could find were torn papers from random books, keese guano, and a bunch of scratched in messages. The messages were either illegible or closer to vandalism than any actually useful information. Things like "Jake was here" and the such. Cyrui was disappointed that the chapel proper was quite lacking in anything of use.

    Cyrui turned to Alana. "We would lucky to find the remains of a journal, let alone one in good condition or one that kept an extensive record of the events that transpired here." It was not that Cyrui did not hope for there to be a record of that nature somewhere in the ruins, it was more that he had done this so many times that he knew that, more often than not, the stories of ruins were only known by spirits and the ruins themselves.

    Cyrui went over to where Tiketh stood. "Good find TIketh. However, let us not get ahead of ourselves. We have no way of seeing down there unless there are glowing mushrooms. I suggest we create or acquire a source of light. Unless everyone can see in the dark and has failed to mention that extraordinary ability." Cyrui was more accustom to seeing in the dark, thanks in part to his curse. "I mean, if you two wish to go down there in total darkness, that is your business, but I would prefer to see what there was down there, whether it be a bunch of stalfos or the entire Hyrulean royal family treasure."
     
  13. Alana Tetroa

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    The cellar certainly looked spooky. If this was indeed where everyone grouped up as a final resting place, there would be lost of skeletons and unburied dead bodies.

    Alana took another inhale of her herb leaf before sticking it back in her pouch. "A light you say?" Alana muttered as she began rummaging around her pouch, looking for a small candle she usually used for medical purposes. "Ah hah!" Digging out the candle, she unlatched a small lantern she had hanging on her hip and placed the candle in. The lantern was a gift, used to catch fireflies during the summer. It was a very small lantern, not very fit for actually illuminating anything, though for the sake of the situation it would have to make do.

    "We'll have to find something else soon, I'm hoping there's a torch down there or something we could use, this candle won't last for very long." Alana head over to the cellar latch, setting the lantern on the floor. With a grunt, she heaved the door open, causing a cloud of dust to rise in the air. Alana let out a loud sneeze.

    Holding her nose, tears already welling up in her eyes from the dust, she dug out her flint and steel. Alana let out another loud sneeze. "Someone else is going to have to light this candle." She barely muttered, feeling another sneeze already coming up. "Oh man this really sucks."
     
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    "I suppose it depends on how old these ruins turn out to be," Tiketh remarked, "to say what condition we might find articles if we find them." Paper did not last forever. If this was post-war, then writings might still be intact. If it was older, then it held the possibility of being rotted to the point where nothing could be made out. It wasn't like they could go off the wall scribbles and painted on words as they were as much gibberish as they were useful comments.

    Accustomed to shadow magic and darkness, Tiketh's sight in such terrible conditions was better than average, but that didn't exactly mean he could just waltz in and be totally fine. It also said nothing for his companions that may not have that same advantage. Alana was right in her fiddling with candles. They would need a light. "If a simple candle won't last, we might be able to find something back in the town." A simple stick wrapped with a scrap of cloth might fair better, but they'd also need fuel to keep it lit and he hadn't exactly seen any large stores of fat or oil anywhere around as they walked through. Though, that didn't mean there wasn't something...

    He was still trying to think when he could shield himself from settling dust and eerie breezes. "Let me try," he said, coming out of his thoughts. Carefully taking flint and steel from his sneezing acquaintance, he kneeled before the lantern, examining the candle within for a moment before he set to striking. "This would be so much easier if I had any talent with this," he said, more lighthearted than disappointed. He'd mentioned once how terrible he was at starting fires and here it was coming back to bite him later. His motions were fumbled and awkward, but eventually he managed a few sparks, staring at the candle intensely, waiting for a catch, for a light.

    It did, but he was so focused that he'd no idea how long it took. In reality, it was probably only a few seconds, maybe a minute or two at most, but it sure felt like hours. "Uh... I guess.. I guess that'll work. So.." He looked towards the stairs, "Who's going first?" Rising to his feet, he took an involuntary step back like he didn't want to go in there anymore. He wanted to not be a wimp though and started forward, softly stepping down on the first step, listening, waiting. He heard nothing down there and was hoping that was because there was nothing down there.

    Stepping down another step in an apparent lead role he was taking here, the softest of sounds came up from below and he backed off immediately. "What was that? Was that a moan? Did you guys hear that?" Maybe it was just something settling or something falling off a shelf...
     
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    The kicked up dust did not affect Cyrui. He could smell it, but he could not sneeze. Guess it was a silver lining to the whole undead thing. Fortunately for the light situation, his companions were more prepared than him. Granted, Cyrui had little need for a lantern, both since he often hid in the dark to avoid people attacking him and he could see in the dark better than most.

    Cyrui raised his shield and spear. "I am going first. If anyone has any objections about that, keep them to yourself because I do not care." Cyrui descended the stairs, pushing Tiketh aside. The stairs creaked and groaned under him. Cyrui was at the bottom of the stairs when the final stair gave out. Cyrui fortunately landed on his feet, but he stood there, clearly frustrated. He looked up at the ceiling, silently cursing under his breath. Cyrui turned to his companions. "Watch your step, these stairs are not sturdy." He said, trying to lighten the mood.

    Cyrui did not stray too far from the group, but he did move on down the hall. The walls and floor were covered in scratch marks and dried blood. He looked back at his group, his right eye glowing in the darkness. "I have good news and bad news. The good news is that I think we are on the right track. The bad news is that I think this is, or at least was, a monster den. I doubt the beast is still alive, but you never know with ruins." Cyrui continued forward, trying not to get too far away from his companions.
     
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    It took Alana a good while to recover from the dust, and thus so, she was the last one to descend the stairs. It was dark down there, with her candle being the only source of light. The place gave her the chills, though the only good thing that seemed to have come out of descending into a sealed of cellar was the slightly less amount of dust in the air. To be honest, the last thing Alana wanted to was wake up some slumbering monster with a sneeze because a could dust particles got into her nose.

    "A curse and a monster den?" She echoed into the darkness as she paced herself down the stairs. "This place only gets more and more interesting. You think the monster was the cause of the curse? Maybe it bled some sort of sickness that made all the people here get sick and die. Or..." Alana decided not to continue. While it was all good fun making up what could have happened here, it was more terrifying to think that any of those ideas could be a real potential.

    As her feet hit the last step, her toe bumped into something. Alana stopped and glanced downwards to see what appeared to be a hand, dried out, half rotting and clamped tightly around what seemed be a letter. Disgusted, Alana bent down and gently pried the fingers open. The paper in the hand was basically disintegrated and melded with the rotting flesh, though the top half of the sheet still seemed to be legible.

    "Over here..." She motioned, tearing off the top half of the sheet from the hand and held it up towards the flickering candle light.

    "Jackson," She read, "You're insane! Do you even understand the potential consequences if you succeed? He would become a MONSTER. I refuse to send the Z---"

    The last word was cut off. What could this "Z" be? Alana set down the paper, eyes wide. "So it is a monster we're dealing with..."
     
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    Tiketh gladly moved aside as the Stalfos declared the intention of going first. He was actually extremely grateful for the offer and that he didn't have to be the brave boy here and march onward and forward when he was clearly a bit of a coward in this moment. The steps weren't safe and the noises were unsettling, the darkness even more so. The best he could do right now was hold the lantern steady and let its light illuminate the space before the stairs. He could be brave and not shiver and let the light bounce all over the place like a crazy dance party.

    He really didn't like Cyrui having to state what this place probably was. He would have been so much better just not hearing the words 'monster' and 'den' describing a place he was entering into. Oh, why was he here? why did he have to come here? He wanted answers, and he was going to get them. He should have been happy for that at least, but instead he found himself wondering if it would have been better had they found nothing but a mystery and left disappointed.

    Tiketh's breath was laboring somewhat. He was feeling ill, his head in a miraculous amount of pain again. His fingers tingled curiously as he wiggled them off to the side, admiring them in the shadows. Dark tufts of magic curled around his hand which he promptly shoved into a pocket to conceal it. He let out another ragged breath, "This place gives me the creeps."

    He had to shut his eyes to keep from looking at the gross thing Alana found. With them shut for the time being so he didn't have to look at a corpse. Until he could compose himself, he talked, "If... if the curse... created this monster, do you think? Was it.. always a monster? Or something they just described as such? Or someone." The letter said 'He'. Who was 'He'?

    His eyes shot open as something scraped across the floor just past the reach of the lantern. Grabbing for his scythe (clearly no longer caring about his shadow magic at the moment), he pointed it towards the sound, "Hey! Who's there?" But of course, nothing answered. A few seconds later, a mouse ran out and he narrowed his eyes. Was he just jumping at nothing now?
     
  18. The Forgotten Soldier

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    "Well, the 'Z' either refers to the name of someone, or something, or a Zora. If anyone has any other guesses to what else begins with a 'Z,' tell me." Cyrui really hoped it was just a name and not sort of corrupted Zora. He may have been a pirate for Hallow's Eve, but he had no experience in aquatic combat. Cyrui continued forward. The tunnel eventually opened up. It opened up into a large room with three tunnels branching out. The right tunnel was caved in. Whether it was done intentionally, accidentally, or just the product of old age was hard to tell. A wooden sign board had been put up, but it was clearly not meant to be there. The writing on it was scratched in with a knife. It read:

    --> Supply Room
    /\ Barracks, Dining Hall (And hastily added) Hospital
    <-- ! Danger !

    A dried up corpse was slumped up against the wall near the entrance to the left hallway. Cyrui approached it. It wore a metal helm, three horizontal bars covering its face and the top fanned out like a sun hat. The rest of the armor it wore was leather. Its right arm was missing, nowhere to be found in the room. Blood stained the wall behind it. It held a crossbow in its left hand. The crossbow had no bolt in it. On the corpse's chest piece was an emblem of an eagle holding a sword in its talons. Cyrui was not quite certain what to make of the body. It could have been a treasure hunter who explored this place before them, a monster hunter who died doing their job, a bandit who did not heed the warnings, or the town's last line of defense against whatever this curse was. Whatever the case was, it was now perfectly clear that there was at one time something that lived here. Cyrui was now more on edge than before.
     
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    Cyrui's guesses for what the letter Z could mean were about as much as Alana could come up with as well. They would need more information. If only the letter hadn't rotted into the dead hand.

    Alana found the sign on the wall to be a little strange. Who would hold something dangerous in such close quarters to the supply room, dining hall and especially the hospital? Not only so, it simply pointed in the direction and said danger. There was no warning against entering, nothing to actively stop someone from heading in that direction. Either someone had came before and left this message, or they were hiding something even bigger, using this first "danger" as a ruse to keep others away.

    The other thing that kept bothering Alana was the amount of blood there was everywhere. The place looked like it had fell into ruin, but you could see where the blood had coated onto the walls. Even with a monster running through slaughtering people, there shouldn't be this much blood. It was almost as if everyone just simply.... bled out and died.

    Alana's first instinct was to head straight down that danger tunnel, but she stopped herself.

    "We should check out the barracks and the dining hall. See if there's any other clues and also maybe a torch that'll still light."
    She glanced over at the candle. "That won't be lasting for much longer..."
     
  20. Tiketh

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    Their choices were between a supply room, the barracks and dining hall, and whatever "danger" would lead to. Tiketh stared at the crudely etched sign for way too long as if he was seriously trying to decide if he should agree and pick the direction Alana suggested or if he ought to do something else. His breath was ragged now, hands shaky. Raising one hand to the sign, he ran his fingers down the knife scratched words. Danger. He repeated the word in his head a few times. What sort of danger? And why so close?

    Taking a single step in that direction, he caught himself, head shaking. "Sorry. Don't want to go that way." Something was pulling him towards it, like a voice beckoning, calling him. He passed it off with a short laugh, seemingly pretending he was either distracted or maybe misread the arrows and was about to head the wrong way.

    "Do you have any replacement candles on you?"
    he asked. For when that candle went out, they would either need another source of light or they'd need to get out fast. Just because he could see better in the shadows didn't mean he wanted to be stuck wandering the darkness.

    Walking slowly, he made for the dining hall to follow the suggestion. The path ahead seemed crooked and wrong. To his eyes, he would insist it was just as straight as any other hall they'd come through, but the more he walked, the more it felt warped as though he were walking on a slope, the path twisting around. He didn't like it one bit.

    While the dining room seemed mostly fine as in devoid of blood and corpses that Tiketh could see, it did look like a disaster hit. Shelves were fallen over, dishes sprawled all across the floor of the room, chairs toppled, and one table in particular caught his attention. The surface was cracked and clawed with three deep gashes. "I wonder what made this," he commented to no one in particular. Maybe the "danger" did this.
     

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