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warforged2014-07-18 03:25 am
bloodpainter) wrote in warforged2014-07-18 03:25 am
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One, two, ac's gonna get you
Who: Nepeta Leijon and OPEN
What: A bored cattroll is a dangerous and mischievous thing.
Where: The demon-patrolled forest near Silverglen Retreat.
When: July 18th
Warnings: Death of demons, creepy messages written in their blood, Nepeta trolling everyone.
Nepeta was bored. Bored, bored, bored, and worse, she was feeling useless.
Her hunting skills had kept her fellow redsworn fed and granted her some minor recognition among the elves of Silverglen, sure. That was great. But stags and bear just weren't enough for her, she needed some stronger prey. And preferably, she needed to meet more people she could actually talk to. She knew it was a serious situation they were in, but the redsworn all seemed so... tense.
So she'd slipped out, wandered down to past the village and moved through the forest until she found what she was looking for.
Demons.
The patrols weren't all that big out this far into the woods, but three or four felguards, or a felguard escorted by a group of imps, was still something to worry about.
Nepeta, however, was more than up for the challenge.
One by one, the patrols began to vanish. Either Nepeta would strike a blow to the lead felguard's head and take out the weaker demons, then finish it off when it came to, or she'd just appear out of nowhere and slice at them all at the same time, giving her openings to finish them all off quickly. She'd begun to really get a handle on her rogue abilities, and it showed.
After a few of these fights, she was actually feeling tired and had gotten a few injuries from the demons, though nothing that wouldn't heal quickly. Deciding to shift from physical to psychological warfare, she dragged the demon bodies into a pile and began to paint with their blood on a large rock, as she had on her walls back in her cave.
When she was done, a picture of a huge cat with two mouths and wicked claws, jaws and paws dripping blood, covered the top of the rock. Beneath it was a message:
"arseniccatnip is watching you. :33""
What: A bored cattroll is a dangerous and mischievous thing.
Where: The demon-patrolled forest near Silverglen Retreat.
When: July 18th
Warnings: Death of demons, creepy messages written in their blood, Nepeta trolling everyone.
Nepeta was bored. Bored, bored, bored, and worse, she was feeling useless.
Her hunting skills had kept her fellow redsworn fed and granted her some minor recognition among the elves of Silverglen, sure. That was great. But stags and bear just weren't enough for her, she needed some stronger prey. And preferably, she needed to meet more people she could actually talk to. She knew it was a serious situation they were in, but the redsworn all seemed so... tense.
So she'd slipped out, wandered down to past the village and moved through the forest until she found what she was looking for.
Demons.
The patrols weren't all that big out this far into the woods, but three or four felguards, or a felguard escorted by a group of imps, was still something to worry about.
Nepeta, however, was more than up for the challenge.
One by one, the patrols began to vanish. Either Nepeta would strike a blow to the lead felguard's head and take out the weaker demons, then finish it off when it came to, or she'd just appear out of nowhere and slice at them all at the same time, giving her openings to finish them all off quickly. She'd begun to really get a handle on her rogue abilities, and it showed.
After a few of these fights, she was actually feeling tired and had gotten a few injuries from the demons, though nothing that wouldn't heal quickly. Deciding to shift from physical to psychological warfare, she dragged the demon bodies into a pile and began to paint with their blood on a large rock, as she had on her walls back in her cave.
When she was done, a picture of a huge cat with two mouths and wicked claws, jaws and paws dripping blood, covered the top of the rock. Beneath it was a message:
"arseniccatnip is watching you. :33""
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Still though, she doubted they were all going to turn out to be jerks or something and a species that had created them had to be doing something right.
"Wait, the elements told you about the painting? And what do you mean the bigger picture? Don't all the demons have to die befur they kill us?" She couldn't exactly think of a bigger picture than that.
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"Not the painting directly. Demons are corruption, pure and simple. The blood everyone is so eager to spill is corrupted. Over time with all the blood split it is possible the elements themselves could become twisted by that corruption." It was mostly a theory and her reacting to the elements. She knew the elements were not so easy to corrupt but they were also very difficult to purify if they were to reach that point. "It's not a risk I want to take. It's why I'm trying to cleanse what I can. Killing demons is only part of the battle."
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The revelation about the demons was highly worrying though. She was no shaman or druid, but Nepeta had grown up in the wild and the idea of something hurting it was downright abhorrent to her. "Wait a minute, you mean they're going to keep making things worse even after they die? Then what can we do about them?"