Private Eastern Brisshal It's not gravedigging if they digged themselves out

[Tick Tock]

In the wrong place at the right time.

The rumours had begun to spread and spread across Honeyhome, and it wasn't surprising that soon enough traveler and lander alike would be warned of the ominous presence that took over the notorious spawn area for newbies. A minor threat, but one that could catch the unarmed, uncertain newcomer off-guard and earn them their first death in the game, possibly second if they were so bold as to bash themselves against a threat they have no business dealing with, not without a blade or a repertorium of spells memorized to do the part.

Shane set herself to the task of dealing with said threat, albeit alone would be a mistake if anything. She hoped the notice would reach like-minded individuals to tackle the problem, at least a portion of it until they could get to the bottom of the reasoning behind it, but she already had a few suspicions as to what it would be.

Across the dark of the night she lit a bonfire, but anyone who would come closer to inspect would realize it's not timber what the vegetable oils aided for the blaze, but the many corpses of the fallen and unlucky alike. With one of the last undead she's caught sight of on her shoulder, she sent it straight into the flames to be consumed into nothingness.

The scent of rotten flesh and ash alike were a giveaway of what fueled this makeshift burial pyre.

"What a sad state of affairs." She mentioned, clapping her hands together as to get the dirt off her gloves, her hand reaching out her coat's pockets to grasp the slim leather tome and peer upon it's blank pages yet again. While a proper burial would be the most likely option for her to take, lack of time meant this is the only solution to keep these old bones from coming back to life in the hands of whatever force decided to play with life & death.

@Hyacinth

 

[Hyacinth]

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It had taken much longer than expected between her first spawn and actually locating the nearest town, Honeyhome, but it was so worth it. The quintessential first town with its little shops and friendly villagers - yet it was on an entirely different level from any game she'd played before. How could it not be when everything was so real?

Hyacinth had spent a great deal of time roaming and chatting until the peacefulness was broken by the threat of something other, something dark. Never one to shy away from a challenge, she'd set off into the forest again to seek the monsters and, hopefully, use them to practice the mechanics of the game. There was no sign well into the night until the acrid scent of burning flesh and the glow of a fire drew her like a moth to the flame.

"A sad state indeed. What type of monster is this?"

As she breached the area of the bonfire, the other player's voice caught her attention first. Hyacinth's own form was illuminated by her partially-extended right hand, upon which her pyromancy maintained a small flame to keep the darkness at bay. Golden eyes swept around, looking for any additional sign of hostility since it seemed this player had wiped out the immediate threat.

"I came out here to investigate some rumor of creatures, but I got a bit lost. Just before I saw your bonfire I was thinking maybe this wasn't exactly a quest for a newbie."

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@Shane

 

[Tick Tock]

In the wrong place at the right time.

She turned herself to face half-way to where Hyacinth was, a glimpse at the corner of her eyes caught upon the flame, moreso than physical and instead upon the essence of the magic in question. An outline that burned like a blaze was all she could make away from this person, and the feminine voice of a woman. A fellow player? A lander?

"Undead.." An onpoint answer that carried half-disgust with it. The smell was as unbearable as sulphur could be to one's lungs, and no matter how long she's been around it, it still burns as the first did.

Runes begun to form across the pages of her tome, which she quickly begun to trace with the tip of her fingers right before closing it once the lingering magic followed her nails like sparkles yet to be released. "I'm not sure, but apparently this is not an usual occurence. See, there is a graveyard not so far away from here. Repurposed ruins the lot of it, but it's where many have dedicated the burial of the unknown and the usual overconfident merchant." She concluded, finally facing this player once lifeless eyes found hers, or where she presumed they were based on her silhouette, yet it wouldn't be difficult to see the thousand-yard stare that couldn't quite lock on Hyacinth's golden orbs. "I've been digging these corpses out preemptively and carrying them over here before they could turn, as there have been reports in many different locations around the woods of desecrated tombs, from reawakened owners." A pensive hand reached to cover her lips as her gaze fell to the ground. "I would like to get to the bottom of this matter, and there's a handsome reward at Honeyhome, but unfortunately, these ruins have quite a few left despite my efforts, and I didn't dare to go alone into that building" Shane finalized, turning around a few times in every direction, until finally pointing out South West from here. "That's where I left a trail, yeah- In anycase my name is Shane, pleasure to meet you, miss..?" Her words hanged in the air for a hot second, hopeful she would help her complete them.

"It should be fun, and if you are as new as you say, then it would be a great start point. Undead are quite slow and clunky, so we can fallback if we need to. I'll protect you, so don't worry about ending on an ugly spot, partner." It was evident they were out for adventure, and Shane could barely hold her excitement once she set herself to carefully follow the magical trace across the woods, the purple lines serving as a road for her, and a way for them to reach the little 'bonfire' if they were to split.

@Hyacinth