Horses' hoofbeats drummed a leisurely rhythm. The jagged mountains of the province called Stensia loomed ahead of them, but Jace's goal wasn't far beyond the border, and he had read enough of his guide's thoughts to know that they were close. "I don't know why I'm even bothering with her," said Jace. "I know better. And we didn't exactly leave off on the best of terms."
"Mm," said his guide. He was weathered and bearded, a man of few words. Jace had started filling the silence out of boredom, and had eventually gotten around to the subject of his visit.
"I mean, I've made a lot of bad decisions in my life, even just counting the ones I can remember. And an awful lot of them involve her."
"Hm," said his guide.
A chill rain fell from patchy clouds, and something howled in the night. Jace had only been on Innistrad for two days, and he already hated it. The only saving grace so far was a new leather coat he'd bought to keep the rain and some of the cold at bay. "Hell, part of me's hoping she'll throw me out on my ear and I can be done with her."
"Ah," said his guide.
The full moon peeked out from behind the clouds, its huge silver face marked with a shape that the locals called a heron. Jace could see the resemblance. "Problem is, I actually need her help this time," he said.
"Ahhhhh," said his guide, a strangled sound that Jace took to indicate boredom.
"I'm sorry," said Jace. "I shouldn't be burdening you with my problems." He prepared a spell that would cleanly excise the last few minutes of conversation from the man's mind.
"Ahhhhhrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhh," said his guide. Not boredom. Anger?
Jace reached into the man's mind - and hit a wall of pure, all-encompassing rage, the savage half-thoughts of a predator. His guide turned to him, accompanied by the stomach-churning sounds of bones cracking and clothes tearing. His face had bulged horribly, one eye grown large and yellow, his jaw jutting outward. Both horses shifted nervously.
"Oh," said Jace.
( Werewolves. Why's it gotta be werewolves )
Something moved behind Jace. He rose to his feet and turned. In the darkness of the manor's yard, he could just barely make out a dozen figures standing silently around him. Now he smelled it, too, the stench of rot that had sent the werewolf on its way. A quick mental check confirmed it - there were no minds in these bodies. They were dead. They crowded around him without a sound, backing him up against the gates. Zombies crowding around him, a werewolf somewhere behind him, that damned moon glaring down over all of it...
The zombies stopped, then stirred and parted, leaving him a clear path to the mansion's ornate door. A welcoming committee. Her hospitality was everything he'd expected and then some.
( The Undying Necromancer, the Living Guildpact, and the Unwavering Soldier )
[Taken, folded, and spindled from "Unwelcome" by Kelley Digges and preplayed with the fantastic![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
chef_chocobro. NFI, NFB, but OOC always welcome. Warning, as per usual, for length, next post here.]
"Mm," said his guide. He was weathered and bearded, a man of few words. Jace had started filling the silence out of boredom, and had eventually gotten around to the subject of his visit.
"I mean, I've made a lot of bad decisions in my life, even just counting the ones I can remember. And an awful lot of them involve her."
"Hm," said his guide.
A chill rain fell from patchy clouds, and something howled in the night. Jace had only been on Innistrad for two days, and he already hated it. The only saving grace so far was a new leather coat he'd bought to keep the rain and some of the cold at bay. "Hell, part of me's hoping she'll throw me out on my ear and I can be done with her."
"Ah," said his guide.
The full moon peeked out from behind the clouds, its huge silver face marked with a shape that the locals called a heron. Jace could see the resemblance. "Problem is, I actually need her help this time," he said.
"Ahhhhh," said his guide, a strangled sound that Jace took to indicate boredom.
"I'm sorry," said Jace. "I shouldn't be burdening you with my problems." He prepared a spell that would cleanly excise the last few minutes of conversation from the man's mind.
"Ahhhhhrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhh," said his guide. Not boredom. Anger?
Jace reached into the man's mind - and hit a wall of pure, all-encompassing rage, the savage half-thoughts of a predator. His guide turned to him, accompanied by the stomach-churning sounds of bones cracking and clothes tearing. His face had bulged horribly, one eye grown large and yellow, his jaw jutting outward. Both horses shifted nervously.
"Oh," said Jace.
( Werewolves. Why's it gotta be werewolves )
Something moved behind Jace. He rose to his feet and turned. In the darkness of the manor's yard, he could just barely make out a dozen figures standing silently around him. Now he smelled it, too, the stench of rot that had sent the werewolf on its way. A quick mental check confirmed it - there were no minds in these bodies. They were dead. They crowded around him without a sound, backing him up against the gates. Zombies crowding around him, a werewolf somewhere behind him, that damned moon glaring down over all of it...
The zombies stopped, then stirred and parted, leaving him a clear path to the mansion's ornate door. A welcoming committee. Her hospitality was everything he'd expected and then some.
( The Undying Necromancer, the Living Guildpact, and the Unwavering Soldier )
[Taken, folded, and spindled from "Unwelcome" by Kelley Digges and preplayed with the fantastic
chef_chocobro. NFI, NFB, but OOC always welcome. Warning, as per usual, for length, next post here.]Tags:
- [sorin],
- creature type: werewolves,
- creature type: zombies,
- eldritch moon: rise of emrakul,
- enemy: werewolves,
- jace is the actual worst,
- nfb,
- nfi,
- planes: innistrad,
- what: mutilating canon for fun & profit,
- what: teal deer crossing,
- where: stensia,
- where: vess manor,
- who: ignis scientia,
- who: jace beleren
