(My intro is the same one I have done with the other person I have planned to do this role play with...Sorry for my lack of creativity. This should be the only part that is similar to the alternate version. I'm just using it to introduce my characters. But for them, their intros only serve to provide some background because your characters are the only ones with capture scenes that go back and forth between our posts.0
Sarah stood atop a hill looking over a human settlement in Jogro. It was a rather simple one. Situated in a grassy area and bordered by pine forests. Huts and cabins alike were situated on the territory and cobble roads and market places indicated some life. A few humans were moving about already in the early morning hours. Some farmers exited their homes to tend to old barns and crops situated in slightly disorganized areas. The sun was just slowly rising and the wind carried the sound of birdsong to the sensitive ears of the young assassin.
Sarah looked down at the village, the wind disrupting the brown hair shielding her face and the breeze tugged at the ends of her cloak. The cloak was the same one gifted to her after joining the assassins guild. Being a newer recruit, it was sort of worn from past use and wasn't personalized with any embellishments. She hoped to have a cloak of her own one day to wear proudly, but hers would suffice for now. She remembered she wouldn't get a new cloak if she just stood here all day. She had already made the mistake of sleeping in and missing the prime cover of night, so she'd have to improvise a bit. she didn't assume she'd be caught, though the chances were higher when people were rousing. She crept down the hill, hood up to cover her face.
Sarah approached the village and soon neared a cabin. She lowered her self closer to the ground and crept along on silent feet. Each step was deliberate and careful, only slightly disturbing the grass beneath because she was being slightly hasty this morning. She kept her breaths even and calmed her mind, as going in for a kill still made her nervous. Her nose twitched and even in this form, she had a sensitive sense of smell. She scented a wood fire nearby and some sort of food cooking, meat was her guess. Too bad she killed, not robbed humans. She decided she'd hunt later.
The werewolf peeked around the side of the cabin before trying to push the door open. To her surprise, the crude oak door slowly moved inwards with only a small creak. She slid in and closed the door quietly behind herself. Now she was almost holding her breath and her muscles were tense.
Inside a fire was crackling and there was a table and chairs set up in a small kitchen. A few pelts on the floor near the fire made up the living space, and a door in the back led to what she assumed was a bedroom. She planned to enter and kill, and then leave. Usually she'd take a few people out, but she lost her chance.
Nerves on end, she approached the door of the room and pushed it open. A young man was laying in bed peacefully. An empty cot indicated someone wasn't present. Sarah was too careless to take that as a warning and proceeded to near the man. Once close enough, she willed a nail on her finger to become a sharp wolf like claw. She muttered some sort of prayer under her breath and slit his throat with a claw. As his life blood began to spill in small scarlet rivers, he didn't even wake up.
With that done and another human and potential soldier eliminated, she turned and began to exit. When she was about to leave, the front door opened. A burly man stood in the doorway. His eyes widened as he noted the cloak and her bloodied finger. The man dropped the firewood he had been carrying with a loud thump and he backed up. "Assassin!"he bellowed as Sarah's blood ran cold.
Soon the village people began to wake up as the man shouted, "Assassin!"over and over again. Sarah looked panicked and lost her composure. She felt like a trapped animal and she'd do anything to get free. Her bones began to shift and crack until she took a half wolf form. She still had her cloak in this form, but she had a wolf head and her body was covered in white fur. She also had claws and walked on her toes like a canine. In result her old boots slipped off and she didn't bother to grab them.
The man in front of her looked terrified that she was a mythic. "Mythic!"he yelled instead of assassin as people in the village woke up and clamored to get ready. A ton of obscenities were running through Sarah's head right now. She pulled back her lips into a snarl and when that didn't scare him off, she charged. She lept mid sprint and landed a flying kick on his chest. The force make a small cracking sound and the man tumbled out the door of the cabin and into the grass.
Outside a group of men had hastily assembled on the backs of wary horses, wielding swords. Two men stood op in a wooden watchtower with arrows aimed at her.
Sarah dropped onto all fours and took a full wolf form. In this form she was about four feet tall with a pure white pelt and a lean muscled build. She began to run back towards where she came. She heard hooves behind her and the horses were upon her.
Sarah urged herself to sprint vainly towards the cover of the woods. That's when an arrow pierced her shoulder. She yelped and was sent crashing into the ground as her front leg locked up in pain. She rolled over a few times and her claws sent dirt flying over her white fur. The horses slowed, their thumping amplified when Sarah's ear ended up against the ground. She struggled to get up and took her human form again so she could still move without the use of her injured shoulder. The horsemen formed a circle around her and an arrow was aimed at her head from the tower.
"Fuck...."she mumbled as the guards began shouting commands at each other.
This couldn't be it for her. They wouldn't kill her, right? They hadn't yet, so maybe they wouldn't. Was she about to be captured? Shit, she knew what went down when mythics were sold off. Horrible tales of torture had been told by the few survivors. Half drowning, lynching, shocking, slicing, beating, raping, mauling, and all other various treatments weren't uncommon. She refused to surrender to whatever treatment she'd receive.
Sarah lunged forwards and grabbed her dagger from her cloak, slashing the neck of a horse and sending it whinnying and falling. It's rider fell off and met the same fate, throat slit as the archer loosed an arrow that just barely missed the assassin. The blood pooled and clotted in the dirt, filling the air with the scent of death. She tried to turn and run when a horseman had charged and knocked her over the head with the hilt of his long sword. She wobbled in a dizzy way, staggering backwards a few feet. He dismounted his horse and hit her over the head again. Sarah fell forwards this time and landed on her hands and knees, the pain and her shoulder racking her body and making her dizzier. A bit of blood dripped from her mouth. The sword hilt came down again with a thump and she collapsed into a heap, unconscious.
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Sam woke up with a yawn. He sat up slowly from the bed of ferns he had made for himself on the edge of the forest. he scratched his bared back, flicking off a random bug and batting sleepy eyelids. The young satyr ran a hand through his curly brown hair and even stroked the small goatee he had been trying to grown out. "Another day."he told himself as he slowly got to his feet..er, hooves rather.
He grabbed his satchel from where it had been resting and slung it lazily over a shoulder. Sam also bent down and picked up the old, silver colored cutlass he had purchased a while back. As per routine, he made his way to one of the trickling streams he had come across and knelt down, beginning to drink and clean himself a bit. He enjoyed the cool water for a bit and finally stood up, sighing in a refreshed way.
He plucked a few berries from a bush and popped a few in his mouth. he popped one in between his teeth and savored the tart flavor as he set about his day walking in a random direction. He swung his sword around a bit in one hand and whistled a simple tune, taking in the scenery. Even he was unable to guess what the next 24 hours may bring him.
(Also, posts won't be this long, I just wanted to introduce Sarah)
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In a cabin Jogro, a group of people stood over a table. They were gearing up. Four of them donned trench coats of various shades of grey. On their faces they wore plague doctor masks with long beaks. In their mind, when destroying mythics they were ridding their world of its own plague. One grabbed a crossbow, another sheathed a long sword on his back, one woman placed a long bow over her shoulder with its quiver of arrows, and another hunter grabbed his spiked bullwhip. After a quick exchange, they exited the cabin.
They had their first target of the day, a sorceress had been spotted in the area. Or so someone had said. It was hard to distinguish magic users from humans sometimes.
