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MessageSujet: Kirka   Mar 4 Déc - 20:46


Kingdom of Rastora, in the Rath region, amidst the smoldering ruins of Kirka, 1st of November 4846, 11:04. Noon following the Worst Day.

Ambiance:
 

Kirka was never one of those major commercial towns, nor a touristic vista drawing people the world over. Even as far as adventurers were concerned, it was but a resupply point on their way to greater things. One of a few, relatively safe and peaceful hamlets on their way to braving the Rift.

Far enough from the Abyss not to go mad or get constantly attacked, close enough to keep it interesting.

The small village had roughly 120 inhabitants, of which only half remained this morning.

Most of them were people whose jobs related them to the Rift, one way or the other. Craftsmen using exotic materials, tourist guides, families of members of the Abyssal Guard, equipment vendors, doctors and quite a few others. Surprisingly enough, ever since the rediscovery of the value of the rift’s gifts, the surrounding areas had drawn a lot of people of all paths of life, to the point where the original settlers were now minorities in their own towns!

This place was still pretty far from the front lines so the guard here was light. It would still get attacked from time to time, but mostly by the nearby magical creatures gone mad, rather than by the monstrosities spawned by the Rift.

Still, living here also had a lot of perks. None of which will be mentioned now. That would be disrespectful, in the face of these smoking ruins.

The people here were no pushovers, but that did not stop a lot of them from perishing during last night. Who could have expected it after all, such a crazy thing to happen…

Yesterday, everything had pretty much went as the gods intended, up until sunset. But come the hour of twilight, then the nightmare began.
 

Ambiance, put it on LOOP:
 

The town was suddenly filled… :
 

Small, white, fluffy, god damn bunnies.

They came stealthily and out of the blue. By the time the locals noticed them, they were already everywhere. Bunnies in the streets, bunnies in the sheets, bunnies on the roofs, bunnies in the stew, bunnies in your wife’s hair, bunnies in your underwear.

Smuggling their cuteness into every nook and cranny of the small village.

At that stage, most of the inhabitants were mostly intrigued. That was a first, even for their town. That said the creatures were docile and only mildly magical, so most did not feel too alarmed at their sudden appearance. Some even welcomed them as a blessing. I mean, the fluffyneeeeessssss!  

Everything was fine for a small while afterwards, most people either started ignoring the critters or were absolutely enamoured with them and started playing with them all over the place, like children loose on a morning where their town was covered in fresh snow. With legs. And fur.
 
A mere half an hour later however, an increase in accidents started being noticed across the town.

People started tripping on bunnies, some were hit by falling roof tiles displaced by the lively visitors. Some got their lunches stolen, others caught glimpses of bunnies pushing entire meals off tables. One of the bunnies reportedly stole someone’s gun and somehow shot a bystander, before running terrified into a sewer, gun in mouth.  Some creatures sat on the face of the elderly and suffocated them in their sleep. It was not long before everything devolved into utter chaos.

The till then thrilled natives, were quick to give way to anger as the creatures rapidly increased the scale of their mischief. They started by shitting on people’s horses, then suddenly a building was on fire. A couple of utterly pissed (on by the bunnies) gentlemen, started chasing the creatures along the streets with shotguns. The damage in their wake was extensive, as the little buggers proved small and nimble targets. They lost at least four men named Jimmy during that pursuit.

A bit later, a resounding crack was heard across the village. The local orphanage’s roof, had just collapsed under the combined weight of hundreds of bunnies. None of the children survived. They were all inside, playing with bunnies.

In the face of increasingly violent tendencies against these poor, harmless creatures, an impromptu Bunny Protection Committee was formed among some of the villagers. The declaration of civil war upon them, by any person that remained sane in the perimeter was immediate.  

Gunshots started echoing across town, canon fire even, thought it was not clear if it was directed at humans or bunnies anymore. People started dying left and right, but the casualties of the bunnies remained surprisingly low. Or maybe they died by the dozens. It was hard to tell, what with the whole place still being covered in the bloody things!

Alas, the situation would only get worse.

When the last shreds of light vanished beyond the horizon and the sky darkened for the night. The bunnies. They changed.


They started like this.:
 

Then they were like this. :
 

And suddenly the situation seemed a lot more awful for everyone involved!

Soon the beasts grew in size and changed into monstrous and horrible forms, towering over men, biting their heads off and clawing them to death. The bunnies counter-attack had just begun.

The villagers quickly stopped arguing among themselves in the face of this disastrous situation. The members of the Bunny Protection Committee saw the light dropped their weapons against their brethren and sought refuge in a local church. They were all executed by the priest in a fit of rage, because “fucking lunatics who started worshiping bunnies and killed Jimmy”!


Soon the streets were filled with these. :
 

Adventurers who had stopped in passing at the town, as well as the local guard and a couple Abyss Guards here on holidays did their best to handle the situation and saved many lives, but they were outnumbered in every front.

The brave Noah, the main heroine of the forum, best adventurer around and most beautiful among the skillful merchants, was not doubt somewhere in their lot, fighting off the rabbidt threat.

The fight kept going throughout the whole night.
 

In the chaos, she saw some of these.:
 

And at some point, although it might have been delusions caused by fatigue, she might have also caught a glimpse of:

???:
 

Before everything was ended when the following appeared:

Yeah:
 

He invoked a powerful spell that summoned a moon the size of a small house, which he dropped on top off the village leader’s abode.

Then the dawn came, and every single one of the fuckers retreated to god knows where, leaving only their dead and a ruined village behind them. As well as some extremely distressed and confused villagers.

Noah had been brought here after a little bluebird told her of opportunities to be had near the Rift. She had guarded a small merchant caravan on its way here, no doubt hopping to stumble upon opportunity. Instead, she had met with this madness.

Oh and the merchant guy she was escorting got his face boiled when two bear sized werehares thought it would be funny to off a human by pouring the stew water intended for them on the poor unfortunate.




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MessageSujet: Re: Kirka   Ven 28 Déc - 14:41

Ambiance:
 
You know what's awesome?

A hot bath after a long day's worth of work. Noah was soaking in a bathtub of hot water, bathing salts and soap, slowly treating her sore muscles, scratches and bruises with some comfy goodness.

She'd been soaking in there for about an hour now.


Noah: "Damn, I could die here."

But she had to come out at some point, didn't she? Finally the paladin rose from her bath and enveloped herself in a clean towel she had found in another house. Just like the bathing salts. Just like the soap. Just like all the products she had to use to clean up her blood-caked armor and clothes. She probably had to go around pillaging ten or so houses to finally find all the supplies she'd needed to finally clean up. And then she had to find a bathroom somewhere that was still functional, and not painted red with rabbit or kin blood.

But she decided to leave these thoughts for after she left the bathroom. Right now, she was still on that cloud of comfy goodness. Noah brushed her teeth, carefully worked her hair, applied a little bit of makeup. Image and charisma are important to businesswoman and paladins alike, and Noah was simultaneously both.
Truly, it was her duty to take care of herself once in a while!

Noah used a magic cantrip to dry the clothes she’d just washed before her bath. She had also needed to sew back some things together, but that didn’t take long either. She’d also polished her armor prior to taking her bath. What’s the point of taking care of yourself if you’re going to wear filthy armor?

Noah dressed up and grabbed her Glaive from the wall. After yesterday night’s battle, it seriously needed resharpening. Dozens, she’d slayed!

Noah looked at herself in the mirror. She looked pretty good, considering she’d been slaying monsters just hours before! Besides, she certainly looked better than the rest of Kirka!

Rested, cleaned up, she put a hand on the door of the bathroom. And sighed. It’s show time, isn’t it. She opened the door, crossed the threshold and went straight outside.


Noah: “Thanks for everything Jimmy!”

The last of the Jimmys of Kirka had gracefully lended his place to Noah, seeing as how the local tavern was torched by murder fluffs. Half the town, in fact, looked like it had seen a Samargolite legion through. Jimmy’s house looked barely better, but he had a clean bed and functional shower, which was already pretty good, considering.

Pretty good, but not enough. When Noah closed the main door of the house, Jimmy’s residence caved onto itself and crashed into its basement, killing its resident.


Kirkan citizen: “DAMN IT! JIMMY! NOOOOOO!!!”

And there goes the last Jimmy in Kirka. Rip.


Ambiance:
 

Noah muttered a quick prayer for the guy, and dropped a gold coin into the ruins of the destroyed house. She’d have done more, but the village was in the same shape, and a lot of work needed to be done.

In addition, A number of explosions could be heard accross the village. Somewhere, in that cloudy sky, a terrifying battle was going on, Noah could tell. The detonations they could hear, from miles away, reminded Noah of her time in Anauroch. Battlefields were truly a terrifying thing.

Before catching some rest, Noah had warned whoever was in charge that as long as they could hear these explosions, nobody was safe. But honestly, there wasn’t much else to be done. Noah certainly couldn’t do anything about the monstrous fight that was going on above their heads, not in her current state. And the villagers were too busy trying to recover from the attack they had suffered during the night. All the dead had not been buried, all the town’s necessary functions had not been restored, all the wounded had not been healed...yet. There was a lot of work, and this close to the Rift there was also a lot of danger, too. Surely, there was some way Noah could give a hand, and lend her blade somewhere.
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MessageSujet: Re: Kirka   Sam 12 Jan - 23:32

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Another day, another adventure.

Yet, it would take some incredible balls to start this day with a smile. A lot had happened and nothing was over yet. On the other hand, everything could soon be over.

Still Noah was in an alarmingly good mood.

There she stood, outside the ruined house she had just left, offering as prayer and a coin to the last of the town’s Jimmies.

As she moved away from that location, she came across more and more people rushing towards the ruins.


“JIMMY NOOOOOOOO!”

“THE LAST JIMMY IS DEAD! HE IS DEAD!”

“THE JIMMIES ARE DEAD!
THE JIMMIES ARE GONE!
THERE WAS ONE LEFT,
BUT NOW THERE’S NONE!”


This ultimate death seemed to cause a lot of commotion in the village. Go figure, maybe Jimmies were figures of importance here, unlike in the rest of the civilized world. Still Noah moved along unphased. She crossed desolate streets with broken pavements, establishments still covered in embers. Corpses both human and animal alike.

Though the scenery was not quite like those born of war, it was not far off, and the constant echoing blasts from high above did nothing to improve the image. In the middle of all the desolation, Noah was by far the shiniest thing around. To be expected, considering she was now quite possibly the cleanest she had ever been!

In passing, her immaculate state earned her quite a few glares from a fair bunch of locals. While others, covered in blood, guts and wounds used their last of their strength to pull people trapped in debris, while others used their last once of magic to heal their brethren, this lovely gal had called it a day early and fucked off to take a bath in someone else’s house, merrily pillaging half the town on her way. Goes to show there are many typed of paladins.

It was almost noon, yet the place was somehow covered in a sickish grey light, despite the fact that little by little the sky started clearing up. What was yesterday all about, really?

Most of all, what was up in the sky? Whatever was going on, it was to far to see or make sense of, yet the scale was such that the mind could only wander towards cataclysm. Could it be that there rabbit god perhaps? Fighting it off against the rest of Haerii’s divinities?

And this village? What had wrought such catastrophe upon it? Attacks on towns near the Rift were a common occurrence but this was a bit much. What had the people of Kirka done to warrant such violence?

Stranger yet, what was to be made of this aftermath?

The beasts did not gain any territory, the humans were still there, though in a lousy shape. Was there even a point in making sense of this?

There ought to be. As she progressed from one street to the next, Noah, much like everyone else around her, was quick to notice a radical change in the town’s landscape. It was nothing as radical as the place being a pile of smouldering ruins with barely a few buildings standing. In fact, it was something so mundane, that ordinarily it could have passed of as a detail, as some joke of poor taste.

On every burned out, scratched to pieces, filthy piece of wall that remained standing in the hamlet, a message had been painted in black, ominous letters.


The Message On The Walls:
 

It was on this wall before her, and on the wall she was leaning against. On the wall across the street, on the wall of Jimmy’s collapsed abode, on the walls around the corner of the street. On walls of which remained so little, they could hardly be called walls at all.

Had someone lost faith in life following yesterday’s tragic events, it would be understandable, but it would have to be an incredibly efficient madman indeed, to cover the whole village in his folly so quickly.

The messages were not here earlier, before Noah retires for her bath. Which was a good thing, as it meant the rabbits had not painted over the town to mock the humans. On the other hand, the paint, while not entirely fresh, was still wet. Despite that, none had seen anything. Not the culprit, not the method. A peculiar occurrence indeed.

The deeper she headed into the village, the more people she ran across staring bewildered at the walls, wondering who and how and when. In a small street not too far from the chief’s residence, Noah run into a pair of such people who particularly caught her eye.

The feeling was mutual, as they were prompt to approach her.

Ambiance:
 

Both men, they wore heavy armour atop deep blue tunics. With these colours, in this place, they could only be one thing. The Abyss Guard.




Noah might or might have not seen them last night, they had put up quite a fight against the fluffy invaders. If any part of the village was still standing, it was mostly thanks to them. As the place did not have any guards of any kind of its own, the fighting force on the human side had been comprised of these two, of any people brave enough to put together a militia and finally of any passer-by adventurers who had been caught up in this madness like our dear discount paladin.

Regardless of if she had seen them or not, they apparently definitely had not caught wind of her presence as they started from square one. They approached her with a wave and a smile. It would do little to reassure a normal person, considering they, unlike Noah, were still very much covered in sweat, blood and rabbit guts. Though visibly quite tired, they still stood tall, the spiting image of the knights they were.


“Greetings traveler!”

“A moment of your time, if you please.”

They were by no means forceful, but they also clearly wouldn’t take no for an answer. After all, there’s only so much bullshit a knight can put up with.

“As you can see, this place is in a sorry state. The danger may be gone, but there is still much to be done before anyone is safe. Rescue efforts are still going on all over the place. I also would not be surprised if any of those monsters got stuck under some rubble.”

“We have been asked by HQ to assist with the search for missing persons, in order to keep the casualties as low as possible.”

“We are notably looking for kids. A lot of them have gone missing since yesterday. Sadly, they would make prime targets for the creatures, but kids are also adept at running and hiding, so we still have hope that some of them may be still alive somewhere. Have you perhaps seen any of them? If you do, please, please let us know!”


“For example, we are currently looking for a small girl between 10 and 14 years old. She has elvish features, long blond hair and red eyes. She is fair skinned and has a nasty temper apparently. Should you find her, please come to us directly so that we can take care of her properly!”

“But say, there’s a lot of other things to do as well and we’ll never see the end of it if it’s just us two. You look like an experienced adventurer, would you mind lending us a hand?”

“Fair warning though, we can offer very little in the way of rewards ourselves! But if you stick with us long enough, we can definitely sort something back at a guardhouse.”

A loud blast above startled the group which instinctively lift their heads to see the source of the commotion.

“Assuming we leave the town in time to make it to one that is.”

They looked back at Noah, expectantly.

“What do you say?”




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Meh.


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