A mystery unleashed - Playground 18 Options

[Epy]

Play thread #18 of the "A mystery unleashed" RP

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*curtains up*

[Channler]

'Hell, it could be worse, at least they're well fed werewolves, maybe they won't eat me" Falx muttered as glanced out the window, while searching for a sword of the sort. "Argh.. I remeber the old man said something about hunting, said he used to do it up in the mountains in his youth, so there has to be a bow or even a short sword around here somewhere.."

He reached the ornate fireplace and looked on top of the mantle, "That'll have to do" Falx mumbled as he reached for the ceromimonial(SP) dagger. The snarling grew louder outside and Falx figured that they had caught on to his scent. His trot turned into an all out sprint, jumping over a couch and then up a flight of stairs.

There was a crash of a window, the werewolves were in the house.

The Stronghouse

Brutus face lit with a firery rage, "Damn you! You and your incompetence! There is a man, who will either be dead by the next nightfall or a werewolf! Damn you all to oblivion, I'm going to help the man!"

Afer started walking towards the boy, about to give him his word of help but Selvia held him back by the arm, "No my dear! You are to old! I wouldn't be able to live if a werewolf got a'hold of you!"
His eyes were glazed over, "I... I know, I am but a helpless old man, nothing of my former glory." He stared at her, "I think I need to sit.."

Mr. Afers House

Falx slammed the attic door shut and latched the inward bolt, "That should hold em" It came him as a surprise when door started to buckle in on its self.
"Damn!" He now frantically started throwing everything atop of the door untill it was hardly visible. He hadn't realized he was panting as bad as one of those foul creatures, then he did realize that the panting had stopped, and everything had become eerily quiet. Albeit, to quiet.

He turned in horror towards the window...

The Stronghouse

The young man was still muttering, damn you as he fought his way through the crowds and to the door and then he felt a hand upon his shoulder, "You not going alone boy, and besides, I've always wanted to kill a werewolf"

He readied an arrow and stepped out the door

Part II