Café de Nuit

What follows is bloody business as usual.

You hack the werebeast into pieces before it can cause any more harm.

When you have finished your cruel work, the werewolf slowly transforms back into its human form. - Yellow Eyes naked cadaver...

The sun is falling down to the horizon's frontier and it will soon be night.

Time to decide what you prefer to do...

Get back to the house or try your luck walking into the black tree's direction?



[I rule that everyone from the group that had stayed back at the farm went to the place of the battle as well.]

Shana glances over

"Jarryd! good to see you're okay!"

She looks up nervously at the sky above

"We'd better get back to the farm... we should be indoors before dark with a vampire about. Although doubtless His Lordship will wish to hunt his wayward passenger down?"

"THERE"S A VAMPIRE ABOUT?" exclaims Brethana. "I'm with Shana, let us head back to the Farm, it seems the safest of our present options"..

After a short run Jarryd stumbles upon the group standing in the middle of a flower field, that has taken an eerie color, thanks to the sunset.

The voice of the fair lady sounds very familiar to him. It takes only seconds to recognice her and then Jarryd feels a lot better, at least he´s not alone anymore.

"Shana, my dear friend, I think I have missed a lot since we last spoke. Where are we, and who is this .... dead man. What happened here??" Jarryd asks her with his peculiar accent. His mind is full of questions, but he is sure he does not want to hear many of the answers .. some things are better left unsaid in this dark place.

The sunset reminds Jarryd of his prayers. How long since my last prayer?? Somehow he feels that a prayer might come in handy any time soon.

Jarryd sees a fierce looking Elvish female with a Greatsword strapped to her back and long sword on her hip, clad in Hide , urging the others to return to the farm , she nods politely at Jarryd and waits to make sure all follow to the farm.... "If there's a vampire about, we should hurry before it gets dark, friends, Let's hurry!"...

kintire wrote: "We'd better get back to the farm... we should be indoors before dark with a vampire about. Although doubtless His Lordship will wish to hunt his wayward passenger down?"

"If you're talking to me, guttersnipe, no, I don't much care to hunt my "wayward passenger" down while injured, at night, in a cornfield where she could be hiding in the next row and I'd never know it," Roland snaps in response to Shana's question, dabbing at his wounded shoulder and wincing. "But you're welcome to, if it's your idea of amusement. I am going to spend the night indoors, in what little comfort an abandoned farmhouse in a howling wasteland can supply."

Turning on his heel, he marches off to the stable. "Good show with that meat-cleaver, long-ears," he says to Brethana. "Next time try to kill the beast the first time, though. It would save me a lot of money in laundering costs. Not to mention having to replace substantial parts of my wardrobe."

George looks around for the boy and escorts him back to the barn.

"Hey round ears try not to get bitten next time" Brethana retorts and walks off to the farm

''Roland, are you badly hurt? Please, let me help you.'' Moorkroft walks over to Roland and stretches out his hand toward him.

Moorkroft begins to pray ,''Blessed Lady, I beseech you, let this man be healed of his hurts. He has done battle with your foes, and he has a battle yet to fight. By thy will, Holy Mother Ezra.''

[If Roland, will let himself be touched, Jamethon casts a cure light wounds spell on him]

*grins at Roland* "It is hardly the place of a simple entertainer like myself to meddle in the complex and elevated deliberations of the mighty. Your vampire... your problem."

*Turns to Jarryd* "Well, I'm not sure what's going on, but this farm seems to be haunted. The farmer was a skeleton, there's werewolves about, like this guy, and it seems His Illimitable Supremacy over there was transporting a vampire around, for a yet to be explained reason, and itas broken out. We'd better get under cover!"

Shana will head back to the farm house, looking Jarryd over with hidden concern

So, with the evening sun falling nearer and nearer to the horizon, you make your way back to the farm house, where you finally meet with those who had stayed back or were too slow to follow. It's getting colder as you speak, like in late autumn or winter.

Into which of the buildings do you want to venture?

Back to the stables, or maybe look what's within the main house? - There's also a thrid door left, maybe leading to a supply room.

If it wasn't for the recent battle, one could really think of this as the ideal evening to sit around a hearthfire, drink warm tea and tell stories from the old days...

ewancummins wrote:''Roland, are you badly hurt? Please, let me help you.'' Moorkroft walks over to Roland and stretches out his hand toward him.

Moorkroft begins to pray ,''Blessed Lady, I beseech you, let this man be healed of his hurts. He has done battle with your foes, and he has a battle yet to fight. By thy will, Holy Mother Ezra.''

[If Roland, will let himself be touched, Jamethon casts a cure light wounds spell on him]

Roland shies away from Moorkroft's touch, then seems to think better of it and lets him lay his hand on his (Roland's) bitten shoulder. As the bite mark fades he nods at Moorkroft, his sour expression softening slightly.

It returns full-force or stronger at Shana's chaffing; face pinched, he turns away without responding and marches up to the front door of the farmhouse, trying it to see if it will open.

OOC: Sorry it has taken me so long to post, I have been busy wth school.

IC: Once Alain finds his way out of the cornfield, he makes his way back to the party, searching for some of the daggers that where thrown at him in the recent battle.
Once he makes his way to the party and notices the little quarell between the party members, Alain naturally sticks by Shana's side, being she is one of his longest running party members.
"Don't let that fool concern you."He says to her in his thick high mordentish accent. He then rest his shovel on his shoulder.
"He won't last long with that attitude...not with the curse we all bare." He then gives her a sad smile and notices Jaryd.
"Sacre Bleu! Jaryd!"He exclaims and makes his way to the long lost party member.
"Your back, What happend?"

Back at home, where the sun heats the endless dunes of sand, where creatures beyond the grave walk the land in a cursed afterlife, they might never believe the things and places Jarryd saw in this journey.

However, the term Werewolf is totally allien to him, and tries to relate it to a giant wolf or dog. He has heard stories of Vempires, terrible creatures that feed upon the escence of people; thankfully vulnerable to sunlight. A tale Akiri mothers tell, to frighten children.

Alain´s greeting wakes Jarryd from his toughtfulness. "By all the genies! you are here too Alain, good to see you my friend" Noticing there is some tension in the group and with more questions in his head, he continues "I don´t exactly recall what has happened to me up until moments ago, when I woke up in that barn. After that is has been vampires and were...wolves. Errr, forgive my ignorance, but tell me what are those things, I mean werewolves?"

Moorkroft goes inside the main building . He looks about for a fireplace and some fuel. as he goes along, he discusses his situation with his invisible companions. ''At first I thought you were a punishment for my rash acts and sinful thoughts. My companions cannot see you. moreover, they think me mad. Whether you are real or only fever dreams, you have sorely tormented me, I do confess it. If Ezra wished to punish me, she would have withdrawn her blessings of holy power. Yet she has not done so. She has healed a man through me. So, perhaps my companions are right, perhaps I am mad. or maybe you are a curse? I do not believe you are sent by the Blessed Lady. I know not how, but i will have done with you.''