Ravenloft (Gothic & Romance) [Accepting]

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((sorry i havnt been on. My grandma's got cancer. Hard to check on things when your by a hospital bed night and day.))

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

((I'm sorry to hear that. I hope she's alright.))

"You still don't get it!" Elenwen protested, she could feel Hate biting at her concuse, feeding of the hopeless anger at herself. She shook her head, struggling to fight of the two inside her, struggling for once to fight of both demons inside her, this time neither of them could win... not right now "Leave me alone, go away, let me out!" her mind and every part of her cried, she didn't want to them inside her, she wanted them to leave her alone! She hadn't lied to Marle when he asked her what lies between sorrow and hate... pain, she was stuck between the two and she was always in pain, always.
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"Do you have anything in mind?" Will asked turning away from the sight, he didn't enjoy looking at this scene, it would scare most children and adults, these murders had surely scared him. He didn't get how they were supossed to trap the thing, the attacks were at random it seemed, the only patterened he had noticed was that they seemed to be all people he knew, many of which he held close. When had had met back up with Elenwen earlier one he had and was still half afraid that the creature would go after her as well. He shook the frightening idea away, she was the closest thing he had to family and neither her or any of his new friends were going to get hurt if he had a say in it.

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(thanks, oh, off topic,my role play example would be call me crazy but right as i was about to click the send button you put not acceping. Would it be okay if i signed up?)

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

((It might be open again soon but right now it is actually over flowed I'll be sure to shoot you a PM if it does open back up though.))

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(( k thanks))

[Raella]

"Perhaps a pit trap?" Risley said, her jaw clenching from the sight of the raw carnage,"but where would we put it? We can't just riddle the ground with holes, would it take bait?" She frowned; the plan wasn't very reliable. "Marle, there is a needle in your hand," Risley stated quietly, as if he hadn't noticed. "Or poison?" she wondered, focusing back on a plan. Both of her ideas, she realized, had one major flaw; none of them knew where the werewolf would strike next, and no one knew where it resided.
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Kilan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The air in here was foul. Turning, he walked to the doorway and inhaled several times to rid his lungs of the stench. "The sooner this abomination is found and killed, the better," he said, stating the obvious.

[Derelict Draught]

: Ayra :

Ayra watches Elenwen's mental state decline rapidly. She seemed to be getting...angry. Fear starts to grip at the edge of Ayra's stomach. If her anger was nearly as strong as her sorrow, then...Without thinking, Ayra's hand flies out and slaps Elenwen. Her voice rings out, so alien to her mind. "STOP!" She stares at Elenwen, irritated concern welling within her eyes.

Marle

Marle pulls the needle and slides it back into his belt. He could focus now, he didn't need the pain any longer. Unconsciously however, he continues to flex his injured hand, enjoying the small bursts of painful protest. "There has to be some link between the kills. Either on an animal or human level. No creature simply kills for the sake of killing. Not to this degree at least." He examines the room one final time before stepping into the hall to be spared the stench of death. "If we can gather the citizens in the center of town, then the guard should be able to protect them. In the meantime, we could set a trap elsewhere and the creature should come to us rather than the guard." It was a plan, though he doubted the townsfolk would like it.

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

“I wish I could! Do you think I don’t want it to stop!?” Elenwen shouted in reply, leaping to her feet. She could feel the stinging pain as the two demons fought for control; Rage kept feeding off her irritation and self anger. Her blue eyes began to rim with red, both seeming to fight against one another. She sunk down to the ground, looking like a sad little child, sitting cross legged on the ground, and looking down at her hands “What am I supposed to do?” she asked, her sad blue eyes looking up at her.
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“I doubt the townsfolk will like being herded but it should work.” Will said, turning his back to the gruesome sight that was the room. “There isn’t any real pattern I’ve noticed other than it’s people I know.” He glanced over his shoulder for a moment. Madaline. She had been a guard for a while but retired form it when she got married, they had become rather good friends. “That’s not really a pattern though.”

((Writers Block...))

[Raella]

She was Will's friend? "I'm sorry," she said quietly. Then, in a more commanding tone;"Marle is right. And even though the villagers will protest, they will eventually cooperate," Risley slid one of her swords a few inches out of it's sheath to make a point. She looked over at Kilan with distain. The young man could at least try to stomach the scene in front of them. But no, there he was, gasping in the doorway. "It's enough of a pattern to me," she said, glancing around with half-lidded eyes,"Have you any other....acquaintances still living?"
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Kilan could feel the dragon girl's disgust for him. He turned around and tried his best to keep a straight face to hide his horror for the murder. "We should try to move them without your 'persuasion'," he glared at Risley. The girl unnerved him. Even though he had no reason to fear her at the moment, the reptilian features, like her cold emotionless eyes, made his spine tingle.

[Derelict Draught]

: Ayra :

Ayra places her hands on Elenwen's shoulders. "Listen to me. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you. You just need to focus." Ayra searches Elenwen's eyes as she speaks. She was searching for a way to help. A way to put the two spirits to rest. Anything that could help her friend settle.

Marle

Marle looks to Will. So there was a link an unnerving one at that. He places his hand gently on the man's shoulder. "Do you have a trusted officer who can oversee the gathering of the villagers? We can't spare you from preparing for tonight." He also figured, that others might make that same connection and he would rather not have any additional opposition.