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Post by Omni on Sept 27, 2014 2:37:40 GMT -5
Orrin paused to think about Sieg's concerns about the potions. "Hmm... Maybe we should've asked Stephen about that one. I don't know much about potions, but I do hear mixin' them can be bad. ...Would usin' them both on the same ghost count as mixin' them?" Then Sieg mentioned his concerns that the hound wouldn't take the bait. "Well... I was hopin' if we get a live chicken, it might not suspect anythin'. Not sure how well mixin' a potion with it would work, though... Hopefully not an awful lot of potion is needed for it to work." "So before we do anything else, we need to find out where approximately the bodies were found- see if there's a pattern. And if not, we can check what Stephen said. What was it again? Cemeteries, bridges, crossroads, am I missing anything?"The half-dwarf held his chin. "Hmm... I'm havin' trouble rememberin' what Stephen said about that... but think there was somethin' about gates? The undertaker's probably heard where everyone's come from; they might be able to help us with that, too." Orrin's thoughts were interrupted by a laugh. "I just realized I should probably send a letter to my mother sometime tomorrow. I meant to let her know when I arrived in Destrier but with all the excitement it completely slipped my mind. She'll probably be quite scathing in her reply thanks to my tardiness. Maybe I can compose something tonight and we can drop it off with the courier before we talk to the undertaker."Orrin let out a chuckle of his own. "I wouldn't mind writin' off a letter to mama, myself. What say we both work on somethin' and send two letters in the mornin'?" More planning. Orrin suggests they both write letters to mom.
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Post by Shinko on Sept 27, 2014 7:35:51 GMT -5
"I don't really know either," Sieg admitted, when Orrin asked about the potions. "But I don't think the potions would mix if it ate one and we applied the other externally. Still, we're going to have to take some chances here. Not too many, but from what Stephen said ghost hunting is largely an unexplored field. Anything we try is going to carry some level of uncertainty." He folded his arms. "I do wonder about the live chicken though... we'd probably have to follow the thing around to see if the hound eats it, live and loose there's nothing to keep it to the ghost's usual trails. If we pen or tie it up somehow it's the same issue as with just giving it to the hound- it might suspect something's up. And I'm not so certain feeding these chemicals to a live chicken won't kill it anyway- we have no idea what's in them." And I'm not wild about having to carry a live chicken around for however long, nor about having to try and force-feed it Stephen's potions, The half-elf thought, though he said nothing out loud. In his experience chickens were stupid, loud, and infernally annoying to carry around. You'd have that problem with any sort of live bait really- keeping it quiet enough not to scare away everything in the woods and transporting it any sort of distance would be a nightmare. When Orrin replied about writing a letter to his own mother, Sieg grinned broadly. "They're both in Medieville now that I think of it, aren't they? Imagine if they two of them met- I could see them getting together to complain cheerfully about what awful children we are and how we don't write them enough." He chuckled. "Or at least I could see my mother doing so- I don't think I've ever met yours." This conversation is still going yes. Ghosts are hard man. And so are moms.
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Post by Omni on Sept 27, 2014 21:25:19 GMT -5
Orrin chuckled again. "I was thinkin' of just puttin' some potion on its feathers. But yer right: it's probably more of a hassle than a help, 'specially if the potion has a smell. Not sure if we could get enough to stay on the chicken, anyway. Sieg seemed to like the idea of them both writing letters - something which Orrin smiled back to. "They're both in Medieville now that I think of it, aren't they? Imagine if they two of them met- I could see them getting together to complain cheerfully about what awful children we are and how we don't write them enough." The half-elf laughed. "Or at least I could see my mother doing so- I don't think I've ever met yours."Orrin chuckled. "Yeh, she's the kind to say somethin'. Maybe we should encourage them to meet," he said with a grin. "There's still some chicken left. Would ya like some while I grab some paper?" ----- To Aira Ironbeard from Orrin Ironbeard.
Sieg and I arrived in Haflinger today. We got here a day late because we had to help some merchants who were attacked. We stopped the attackers without much trouble, and them to the authorities. It was raining when we got here, so we're at the inn for tonight. We've been asking about the black dog and planning what to do, but we'll need to ask more in the morning. The people are kind of scared of us, though. It seems the black dog has been troubling them. A spiritual man - also a man of science - gave us some potions to use on ghosts. We'll find out if they work.
We also enjoyed some singing. (Sieg has a great voice.) Then Sieg said he needed to write to his mother and I suggested we both write. I don't have anything else new to tell you about since I wrote to you in Destrier, but I'm sure you'll love this letter anyway. Sieg's mother is also in Medieville, and I think you'd like to meet her. From what I heard from Sieg, I think she has some Dwarven spunk. I wonder if they have a bit of dwarf blood?
The mountains are beautiful. Freddie had to get used to them again, but he seems to like the grass. I was disappointed to find out that a sunset is boring when it comes up behind a mountain. I liked seeing clouds in front of the mountains, though, and the forests are nice. I wonder if they would remind you of home? Maybe I could find a painting and bring it home for you.
I love you, mama. May the ground beneath you be steady while we're apart."There... I think that's finished," Orrin said as he penned the last of the Dwarven runes. He looked over at Sieg. "How's yers comin' along?" Sieg and Orrin talk strategy just a bit more. Orrin writes a letter to his mom in Dwarven.
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Post by Shinko on Sept 27, 2014 22:05:04 GMT -5
Dearest Mother,
Sorry it's been so long since I last wrote. I finally caught up with Orrin in Destrier about a week ago, and we've been pretty busy since then. Not really an excuse, I know, but at least I've remembered now.
We arrived today in a town called Haflinger, where we will be addressing the problem of a ghost dog that's apparently been causing some issues. The staring I mentioned to you before hasn't stopped- if anything it's even worse here where superstition trumps that Bernian propensity towards logic and reason. Though I feel worse for Orrin. He seems completely oblivious to it, which to my mind can only mean he's so used to being treated like this it doesn't even phase him anymore.
Still, we're eager to get started. I talked to some of the people in the town today, and Orrin seems to think I've a knack for getting folk to like me. Honestly I just think it's impossible for anyone to find me scary after they've spoken to me for more then five minutes- I'm hardly the imposing image one anticipates in a knight. But I'm not against using that to our advantage if I can- every little bit helps, and it's not a bad thing really, people liking me. It's actually a little gratifying getting them to open up and talk to me after they were so obviously frightened before. I hope we can stop the ghost, and make those fleeting smiles they showed me today stick.
I can't believe I just penned those words. That's as ridiculous as the sorts of things father used to day. But I'll leave them be, so that you may have a laugh at my expense.
It's beautiful here, to say the very least. I thought Raven's Keep was high up, but it's an anthill compared to the mountains here in Bern. I never thought the ground could be so high up! Orrin likes to talk about how apparently you can still see the tops of the mountains over the clouds even. I haven't seen this yet myself but if it's true, that's probably the closest a mortal could ever get to Lord Woo's domain.
Give my greetings to Rosalie, Ilsa, and Leif. And keep an eye out for a dwarven woman around town- Orrin said he'll tell his mother in his missive to say hello to you, and we both think you two would get along.
Your devoted son, SiegThe knight was cleaning the ink off the edge of his quill and blowing on the page to dry it when Orrin spoke. Sieg looked up at the half dwarf with a smile. "I'm done, I think. We can leave them with the courier in the morning on the way to talk to the undertaker." He put his writing things aside and stretched. "You know it's funny- ever since I was young my mother would speak to us in Kythian, and we would talk back to her in Elvish. It was like a private family joke. I wonder now if she'll reply to this letter in Kythian too. She and Papa... She and Papa always spoke Kythian when they were alone together, even though she understood Elvish perfectly and he could have used it instead." The half elf smiled with a distant sort of nostalgia. Then he turned back to Orrin, his face twisting into a smirk. "Of course she can speak Elvish if she wants, and it's understandable, but her accent is atrocious. You would think eighteen years living among elves would have cured that, but she always had an incurably horrible accent." Sieg writes to Morgaine, then engages in small talk with Orrin about his bilingual Elf/human family.
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Post by Omni on Sept 27, 2014 23:42:49 GMT -5
Orrin took a peek at what the Elvish script looked like as Sieg stretched. "You know it's funny, the half-elf said. "Ever since I was young my mother would speak to us in Kythian, and we would talk back to her in Elvish. It was like a private family joke. I wonder now if she'll reply to this letter in Kythian too. She and Papa... She and Papa always spoke Kythian when they were alone together, even though she understood Elvish perfectly and he could have used it instead."Orrin chuckled. "I remember I learned Kythian faster than mama did, and I had to help her out sometimes until she got a better hang of it. Now we mostly speak in Kythian, especially in public, though we'll switch if somethin's easier to say in a certain language, or if we don't want the locals listenin' in. Mama also insists on using it a fair bit to make sure we don't forget it. Especially with the letters." He indicated the Dwarven runes on his finished letter. "I don't write it as often, especially now. She reads it better than Kythian, though." Sieg brought up how badly his mother's Elvish accent is, and Orrin cracked up. "I don't think the dwarves care much about accent - as long as ya can understand it, yer good. Granted, more understandable is better." He paused. "Though I am kind of curious what the difference is like; probably something like with Kythian. Mama says my accent isn't quite Dwarven. When I speak Dwarven, that is." Orrin talks with Sieg about bilingualism and accents.
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Post by Shinko on Sept 28, 2014 0:28:18 GMT -5
Sieg tilted his head, "Ah, so you learned Kythian later in life then? Thanks to Maman, my sister Ophelia and I have both spoken it our entire lives. When we were children we used to alternate between Kythian and Elvish randomly over the course of a single conversation. We favored Elvish, but often Kythian words, phrases, and even entire sentences would work their way into what we were saying almost without us noticing. I think the term for that is 'code-switching'? At any rate, I imagine it would have been harder to learn it later. That's pretty impressive." He laughed a bit at the subject of writing, "I'm the opposite. The only letters I write in Kythian are the ones I direct to you and Master Leif- all of my other correspondences are either with Maman or my commanders in Nid'aigle, and those are almost always in Elvish. The alphabet is the same fortunately, for the most part. There are some accent marks that don't exist in Kythian, but that's pretty minor." He glanced in the direction of Orrin's letter. "So do the dwarves have their own glyphs then?" "As for my mother's accent, well-" he rattled of a small string of words in Elvish, then repeated the same string of words. The second time, however, he put a noticeably different stress on the words, particularly certain vowel sounds, and he put more emphasis on where the individual words ended. He grinned crookedly. "It's perfectly understandable, don't get me wrong, but it just sounds... off from what it's supposed to sound like. She didn't learn Elvish until she was seventeen, and while she's fluent in it now the late start still shows in her accent. That and the fact that she seldom practiced when she was at home with us since we understood Kythian." Bilingualism is fun!
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Post by Omni on Sept 28, 2014 16:21:03 GMT -5
Orrin paused in thought. "Well, I didn't pick up speakin' it much later; I was still pretty small. But yeh, I really learned Dwarven first before I spoke much Kythian. I remember I used to mix them up for awhile. Certainly confused a lot of people." He chuckled. "I definitely started readin' Dwarven first. Course, most peasants can't read anythin', but in Kyth it's still not that helpful." Orrin listened as Sieg talked about how his usage of Elvish writing eclipsed his Kythian writing. When asked about the dwarven glyphs, he nodded. "Mama thinks it's because the dwarves spend most of their time underground while the humans are up top. They didn't learn from each-other, so they ended up different." He glanced at Sieg's letter again. "I'm guessin' that's not the case with the elves?" The half-dwarf tried to listen to Sieg's examples of Elvish, but since he didn't speak a word of it, he found it rather difficult. He could tell that they were different, but for the most part, they just sounded foreign to him. "It's perfectly understandable, don't get me wrong, the half-elf said, "but it just sounds... off from what it's supposed to sound like. She didn't learn Elvish until she was seventeen, and while she's fluent in it now the late start still shows in her accent. That and the fact that she seldom practiced when she was at home with us since we understood Kythian."Orrin found his head tilted forward as he laughed softly. "I guess I'll have to take yer word for it. I'm sure it means more to ya than it does to me." He looked back up at his fellow knight. "I meant more of how accented Dwarven sounds to other dwarves. Just bein' curious." He paused, thinking. "I don't suppose ya know any languages besides Elvish and Kythian? Kythian and Dwarven are the only two I've got." Languages! Yay~
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Post by Shinko on Sept 28, 2014 19:13:37 GMT -5
Sieg chuckled, shaking his head, "The elves teach most of their children how to read. I don't know who learned the letters from who- my guess is that it's an amalgamation of some kind. But elves also live for a lot longer then humans do so they have more leisure for such things as reading and writing. Human peasants would be hard pressed to find the time for it with all the work they have to do from sunup to sunset... especially in farm country like Kine, I would think. You need all the daylight hours you have for farming." The half-elf leaned backwards, lifting the legs of his chair again. "What is it like, if you don't mind me asking? Working on a farm. I think you mentioned you had one? It sounds like hard work, but peaceful as well." When Orrin asked if Sieg knew any other languages besides Elvish and Kythian, the half-elf shook his head. "No, just those two. But my younger sister, Ophelia, she knows quite a few languages. She actually works as a professional translator. She speaks Elvish, Kythian, and Courdonian, as well as that pidgin they have in Lyell. Las I heard she's in the process of learning Dwarven. Maybe you could meet her some time and give her some pointers!" Languages, farms, and little sisters.
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Post by Omni on Sept 28, 2014 21:06:40 GMT -5
Sieg gave his thoughts as to why he thought more elves knew how to read than humans, figuring it had to do with spare time. He figured this was especially true for people such as farmers. "What is it like, if you don't mind me asking? Working on a farm. I think you mentioned you had one? It sounds like hard work, but peaceful as well.""Well, we didn't have an especially big farm, so that might've helped," Orrin replied. "We also only had a few animals. Mama mostly tended to the animals, since it didn't take so much walkin'... she got a bad leg, if ya didn't hear. I'd do more work on the crops; plowin', plantin', weedin', harvestin' checkin' for sick crops, waterin' them if it didn't rain... That last one was especially hard durin' the drought. It was good exercise, and I'm sure the extra arms helped." He paused, then smiled. Once I was bigger, I'd answer the door around tax time. Ya should've seen the look on the collector's face, especially if they were new. Sometimes it meant we got a few more days before we had to pay. Anyone else he'd visit after us, too; somethin' the community liked. "Anyway, ya mentioned 'peaceful'... Yeah, I guess the work was pretty quiet most of the time. Especially durin' the winter. There's not so much to do when there's snow on the fields," the half-dwarf explained. "But I figure free time has less to do with yer lifespan and more to do with how much work ya have to do so ya can live." He paused. "Come to think, what kind of work do elves do... or not do, that gives them a lot of spare time? What do they do to get the stuff that they need a lot of, but takes a lot of work?" The half-elf told Orrin how he only spoke the two languages, but his sister worked as a translator. "She speaks Elvish, Kythian, and Courdonian, as well as that pidgin they have in Lyell. Last I heard she's in the process of learning Dwarven. Maybe you could meet her some time and give her some pointers!"The half-dwarf paused, then smiled mischievously. "Sure! I'd like to talk to her. I think it'd be fun to meet the elves, too. What's yer city like?" Orrin talks about life on the farm, then asks about Elvish lifestyles. He likes the idea of talking to Ophelia in Dwarven. He also thinks it might be nice to meet the elves and asks what Nid'aigle's like.
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Post by Shinko on Sept 28, 2014 23:03:37 GMT -5
Sieg listened as Orrin spoke, and when the conversation turned around, the half-elf grinned and shrugged. "It's not that the elves don't work, it's moreso that their culture places a very different emphasis on certain things. We don't really grow crops; we have orchards for fruits, smaller livestock like goats, sheep, pigs, and chickens, and individuals will sometimes have private vegetable gardens. But for staple crops like wheat, most of that is bartered for as part of our agreement with the Jades." He fiddled with the seam on his shirt as he spoke. "In exchange, the elves are mostly crafters- they produce goods like textiles, tools, pottery, jewelry, paintings, etc. Over time elven artisans and crafters become extremely perfectionist, and their work is widely considered to be very good- though they are also considered rather snobby because of their general disdain for human craftsmanship. My mother actually took some lessens with a retired elven locksmith so that she could set up a profitable business in Nid'aigle." "As for what the city is like," Sieg laughed. "It's full of elves that only speak in Elvish, for starters, so I hope you don't mind me playing a go-between for any and all conversations. Really though, it's worth seeing. It's built over a river, and most of the main streets in the town lead into bridges that go across the water. The river itself is basically the town's Main Street, and there are little gondolas you can borrow for free set all along the way." He closed his eyes as if calling up the image of the place in his mind. "The buildings are almost all grown over with a thin carpet of greenery, so that in the spring it looks like they're all covered in flowers. There are trees and bushes everywhere- if you just glace over it, from high above, you might mistake the town for just a place in the forest with a bunch of oddly shaped hills. Elves really like naturalistic settings, you see, so they try to keep the city looking as much like a natural forest as possible." Sieg tells Orrin about Nid'aigle.
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Post by Omni on Sept 29, 2014 10:51:10 GMT -5
The half-dwarf held his chin. "Hmm... I wonder how their stonework compares to the dwarves'? I'm sure it's good but, as my mama put it, if there's one thing dwarves know, it's stone. They're surrounded by it, they've got a city made of it, they know how to work it. They also prefer bein' independent and practical. Not to say they don't like decorations; they just prefer things that look powerful. Or at least shiny." He leaned back, looking upward with his brows knit. "For food... They've got some aboveground farmin', but they're also adapted to the caverns. They've got underground farms. Not sure how those work, myself." "As for what the city is like," Sieg laughed. "It's full of elves that only speak in Elvish, for starters, so I hope you don't mind me playing a go-between for any and all conversations. Really though, it's worth seeing. It's built over a river, and most of the main streets in the town lead into bridges that go across the water. The river itself is basically the town's Main Street, and there are little gondolas you can borrow for free set all along the way."Orrin smiled. "Naw, I don't mind. I understand it comes with the territory. It does sound lovely. Remind me to wear somethin' that doesn't get bogged down in the water, though." The Stallion knight paused again, turning to look at a window. "Well it's harder to tell with the storm, but I think it's getting late. What say we tuck in for the night?" Dwarven lifestyles in contrast to Elven. Orrin thinks of visiting Nid'aigle. He figures its late, and suggests getting to sleep soon.
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Post by Shinko on Sept 29, 2014 11:58:15 GMT -5
Sieg shrugged, a sheepish grin on his face. "I've never seen Dwarven stonemasonry, so I can't really pass judgement. And I'm not so ethnocentric as to assume that something of elven make must be the best. I can certainly understand the dwarven point of view. From what my father explained to me when I was younger, the thing with elves is that they live so long that they figure if they're going to be looking at something for three to five centuries, they may as well make it pretty to look at. It's superficial, I'll be the first to acknowledge that, but when you have that much time on your hands why not invest some of it in superficial things? There's no harm as long as you don't go overboard." The half-elf laughed. "I'm not completely immune to that, for all that I'm extremely young by elf standards and half human to boot. I like looking and dressing nicely when I can afford to, which is sadly not often since I have to be ready to ride out on a moment's notice at almost all times. But I have a small collection of nice outfits at home that I save for special occasions. Brought one or two things along with me in case we need to parlay with the local lords at some point, for whatever reason. If you're lucky you might get to catch me showing my elvish heritage by prissing in front of the mirror like a lady." He winked at that, and then nodded when Orrin suggested they tuck in for the night. "Probably a good idea. If this hound hunts at night, we might have to turn effectively nocturnal for a while to hunt it properly- might as well enjoy a decent night's sleep while we still can." Assuming of course, that 'Pit cursed nightmare doesn't decide to prey on me tonight...* * * * * Fortunately for Sieg, the nightmare didn't come to him that night, and when he woke around dawn his head was clear and his mood pleasant. As was his habit, he went downstairs to practice in the yard until Orrin found him, and the two of them exercised together until people started trickling into the inn for breakfast, at which point they partook of that meal themselves. The innkeeper gave them directions to both the courier and the undertaker, and after leaving their letters for Morgaine and Aira, the two knights went to continue their investigation into the bizzare doings of the black hound. When the arrived at the place where the undertaker had his office set up, they found a rather unusual person in the position- a cheerful, bubbly young girl who couldn't have been older than her early twenties. She explained to them that she'd been the undertaker's apprentice, and had only recently taken on the full position after he moved out of town- looking for quieter work where he would see less horrific things come through his morgue. She was reluctant at first to show them the bodies, citing that it might be construed as disrespectful to the families, but eventually agreed when they explained in more detail why it was important. "We can light some incense in the chapel for the spirits of the black hound's vicitms when we're finished here," he added as a suggestion to Orrin, making sure the young woman leading them through the building could hear. "So it's clear we mean no offense and only want to bring their souls justice. We'd be heading that direction anyway, if we want to get some holy water." Sieg wraps up the conversation with Orrin, then the following day they go to the undertaker to take a look at the bodies of the Hound's victims.
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Post by Omni on Sept 29, 2014 13:36:39 GMT -5
When coming to the undertaker's office, Orrin had to admit to himself that he wasn't expecting someone so... cheery. When she explained that she just recently took over because the old undertaker couldn't stand it anymore, he felt sorry for her. He wondered if she was really ready for the work, how much she'd done so far, and if her smiles could stand up to the work ahead of her. She was worried the families might not like the knights examining the bodies, but allowed them when they explained that they just wanted any information they might need to stop the hound. As they followed, Sieg turned to his fellow knight. "We can light some incense in the chapel for the spirits of the black hound's vicitms when we're finished here," he said. "So it's clear we mean no offense and only want to bring their souls justice. We'd be heading that direction anyway, if we want to get some holy water."The half-dwarf nodded. "Sounds good to me. While we're there we can say some prayers for help." Not that he thought prayers that weren't in the chapel, or spoken aloud, had no merit, but he thought it wouldn't hurt. Still, he offered a small prayer for the sake of the undertaker while he had the subject on his mind. The knights asked for details on what she knew about the bodies, especially where they were found. She replied that the bodies were found around the cemetery and forest at night, but otherwise, there didn't seem to be a pattern. She noted that the hound seemed to tend toward hunting local children, but would take visitors to the town, and generally seemed opportunistic. As for the nature of their wounds, her answer was "See for yourself." The undertaker removed the cloth covering one of the victims, and Orrin recoiled slightly at the sight. The victim was a small boy, and the wounds were as gruesome as the descriptions suggested. "Yeh... That looks torn up and eaten, alright. Poor kid." Orrin worries for the new undertaker. He agrees with Sieg to stop by the chapel later to light incense and offer prayers. They ask the undertaker what she knows about the bodies of the victims. They learn some new things about the statistics of the victims, and get a look at the wounds of one of the victims.
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Post by Shinko on Sept 30, 2014 13:23:12 GMT -5
Most of the mutilation was centralized around the boy's stomach, but Sieg noticed several bloody marks on his shoulders as well. Something about them set off bells in the knight's memory, but he couldn't quite place where he'd seen it before. Gently, muttering a soft prayer in apology, he lifted the child sideways to get a better view of his back. "These... these are claw marks," he said. "But canines don't attack with their claws, they aren't that sharp. Even if they were, canines don't have the mobility in their elbows and shoulders to slash and swipe like a cat or mountain lion can. Dogs and wolves use their claws for digging and as traction when they're running. They kill with their teeth, and even then they usually don't leave lacerations like this because even their fangs aren't all that sharp. The lethality comes from the force of the bite, clamping down on the neck and crushing the windpipe." "Well the hound is a ghost," the undertaker pointed out. "Who knows what sort of crazy powers it might have?" "True," Sieg acknowledged. Still he couldn't shake that uneasy sense of familiarity about the boy's shoulder wounds. Where had he seen marks like this before? "So are they all the same?" he asked the girl, and she nodded. "Pretty much, yes. Some of them were more torn up then others, like maybe they saw it coming and fought back. But there aren't many of those." He folded his arms. "How did they die? Can you tell?" She indicated the boy's neck, which was bent backwards at an unnatural angle, "Broken necks, almost all of them." "Well that is more in line with what a canine might do, but I'd still expect some bruising from where it bit down. This is... really strange. It may look like a dog but it isn't acting like one," he looked at Orrin. "What do you make of this?" Sieg infodumps canine hunting trivia, revealing that the hound's victims don't have too many of the normal hallmarks one looks for in a person killed by a dog or wolf. He asks Orrin his opinion on the issue.
Also I don't think this is getting to gruesome for the forum rules but if it is just PM me and I'll edit. I am not really sure where the line is. 8'D
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Post by Omni on Sept 30, 2014 21:28:57 GMT -5
"This is... really strange. It may look like a dog but it isn't acting like one." The half-elf looked over at his fellow knight. "What do you make of this?"Orrin tilted his head, squinting his eyes and furrowing his brow. The wounds did look 'off,' and now that Sieg mentioned it, Orrin noticed something strange. "It's not just the neck... I'm not seein' anythin' that looks like teeth marks. And some of these cuts... it looks like the claw went up," he said, holding out an index finger and lifting it to indicate directionality. "And it looks like just one claw." He folded two arms, held one to his chin, and set the last one akimbo. "It just doesn't look like a dog did this. Somethin's not right." Orrin thinks the wounds are too un-dog-ish.
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