Goatwood - A survival Horror RPG - Roleplay

((OOC: I know, the excuse is lame to put every character in the same place.))

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The Drunk Fairy —- Old Town

William Drake smiled. Things were according to the plan. The pieces were in place. Outside, the sound of thunder and heavy rain made evident it was rather stormy. But the tavern was a nice place to huddle up. Specially after being served the perfect excuse to have an extraordinary meeting taking advantadge of a loose badger in the Town Hall. While he didn't mind beasts, it was the perfect excuse to mingle with the townsfolk and have a few tasty drinks from Eir. The old woman knew her trade very well. Good thing that old coot of Angus wasn't around.

He cupped his mug and took a sip, his eyes wandering to the waitress, the teenage daughter of Eir, Freyja, cleaning some tables. How could something so cute come from Eir, he didn't know. But he was getting carried away. He needed to do business. Clearing his throat, he flicked through the assorted papers he had next to him.

"Ahem. Hello there, people. I got your papers finally sorted out to be citizens of Goatwood." The Mayor smiled, eyeing the townsfolk who he had gathered. All the newcomers, apparently, of all sorts of background. Things could get really lively.

"I must apologize for changing the meeting point of the Town Hall to this place, but there's a certain rabid beastie of a badger chewing through my documents, so I asked Chief Hills to kill that vermin. Of course, I can't have my soon-to-be townsfolk get bitten by that thing. It would be horrible, don't you think?"

The mayor's only brow lifted only on the left side of his visage, making a quizzical expression, before handing the papers.

"Congratulations to you all, you're now part of our community. Eir, can you be a kind lady and serve these people? I'll pay this round." The mayor tapped on the table, eyeing the ajar door from the kitchen.

"With the town's coffers, you should add!" Eir sarcastically replied, but moved rather quickly out of the kitchen to take the people's orders...

Meanwhile, the sound of thunder had been replaced by knocking on the door...

edited 12th Mar '15 5:01:18 PM by AtomicNut

Kara, dressed in her customary green sundress and fancy hat (both of which were now soaking wet), said "Thank you for getting my paperwork in order, Mayor Drake." Her Irish accent was rather faint, but still there.

At the sound of a knock on the door, Kara stood up. "I'll get it." Then, as an afterthought, she added "A coffee for me, please." She walked over to the door, attempting to wring some water from her dress with one hand along the way, and opened it.

edited 24th Feb '15 1:10:27 PM by Tojin

Wolfgang merely holds his unburnt hand up to refuse any drinks, sitting away from the rest of the group, looking upon them with a mixture of pity and disdain.

Professor Eddings sat on a wing-backed armchair staring into the fireplace, barely listening to what the Mayor was saying.

"What? Yes, yes of course. Whisky, single malt."

"Aye," Mac Dougal said taking a seat by the professor, "Ah'd also do fer a nip o' tha auld willie waught. Dinae ye worry aboot tha malt; ah will hae whitevur is brewing in yer poitch."

edited 24th Feb '15 1:40:01 PM by Fauxlosophe

Grigori gestured to the drink already in his hand. "I'm good, for now." He states and takes a seat next to the Scot.

edited 24th Feb '15 2:05:30 PM by WolfAmongGods

"Noo, mr. Mayor," Mac Dougal said turning to address the Major, "ah didnae ken that yer toun wis tis ain kintra, or wit ur thae papers fur? Ur we nae a' citizens o' auld Georgie in Lunnon?"

edited 26th Feb '15 1:19:27 PM by Fauxlosophe

((OOC: Surprise!))

William Drake squinted hard, trying to decipher what the heavily accented Mac Dougal had said. After a few brief tense moments, he gave up and tried to simply answer by context.

"Actually...er... the papers are for you to be transferred some of the dwellings available. It's not like we can just pick a spot and settle nowadays."

As he sighed, Freyja had already positioned herself with a whiskey bottle in her hand, and some glasses in the other, which then she neatly poured with a charming polite smile to Eddings and Mac Dougal.

Meanwhile, Eir had nodded silently to Kara. "I'll get to it." She curtly said, her voice coming from the kitchen. The door slamming stopped all in a sudden, before the heavy door was opened by the young irish woman.

Apparently they weren't the only ones needing shelter in the downpour. But while having an overall humanoid shape, the newcomer didn't even look human. The stench of half-tanned leather seemed to accompany it. It was massive for human standards and bipedal, lurching forward. The thing had knobby limbs, as if they were made of trunks and roots instead of flesh. Crowned in a dark mane of fur,its head was that of a ram, with dead beady eyes. It was missing the lower part of the jaw. Its legs made a stomping sound, wood against the pavement of outside.

Kara didn't have time to react as a spray of spoilt, foul smelling blood came from the hole that was supposed to be the creature's mouth right at her face, blinding her (but besides that and the stench, the blood itself seemed harmless). It then roared like a demented bagpipe, threatening every single denizen of the tavern.

Monster: Faun

edited 25th Feb '15 11:46:35 AM by AtomicNut

As the blood sprayed on her face, Kara surprised everyone by cursing like a sailor while frantically trying to wipe the stuff out of her eyes. "What the bloody -pfft- fucking hell's bells -pfffft- God's 'nads, I think I got some up my nose!"

"By Christ's ain, yer an hackit heifer of a lass," Mac Dougal said looking at the newcomer as a he took a drink of his whiskey before turning to the mayor, "Wis th' lest crofthaun tupping an aberdonian`s burd oan th' side?"

"weel, whit urr ye waiting lass?" He turned to Freyja after taking another sip, "offer her a pint sae as ah kin finish mah dram."

edited 25th Feb '15 2:03:33 PM by Fauxlosophe

Martin turned to look at who entered saw a horrific mess of a huan being standing in the doorway spraying blood. "Good Lord, what is this horror Drake?"

"Did ah nae awready say whit 'twas?" Mac Dougal grunted as he finished his Whiskey, "Saum canny crofthaun or ither bairn did fun his wey tae th' sheeps' pen while th' auld shepard wis sleeping. A've seen this sort o' divilment afore in th' coal mines, whin th' welsh lads cried doon thair families."

"Noo git th' brassic lassie a dram, kin ye nae see she is freuch? tis richt rude tae goup, efter a'."

edited 25th Feb '15 3:00:49 PM by Fauxlosophe

"Could someone be of shuttin- shut up that bloody savage?" a voice cried out, as Yaakov Shrewsbury, diehard Mosleyian and true blue British man, rose to his feet. He set down the White Russian that he had been drinking, and turned to Willie. "England belongs to the English, is no place for dirty immigrant beast." He snorted, "In words of great man, 'Uncivilised people should not mix with good folk.'"

"Bloody this and Scots and Mickies are animals! Is that what makes us British?"

"Whit urr ye saying thare laddie?" Mac Dougal turned to Grigori with a raised fist as he lowered the empty class, " Gaun, rame it again, if ye daur meddle wi' me!"

He got up and looked the Grigori down, his Kilt for all to see, "An ah will ye wi' gan tongue in yer geggy fer it."

edited 25th Feb '15 4:05:59 PM by Fauxlosophe

"Is what separates strong Anglo-Saxon men from beasts," the lifelong resident of Shrewsbury replied. "As preacher of God, you should be knowing this. To see country hampered by immigrants, is disgusting."

"As a preacher of God, I have seen almost every kind of low there is. We all suffer the same. We all equal in our shamefulness before the Lord." Grigori had stood up when he first spoke but at this he sat and said, "That... is good enough for me."

Freyja, the waitress stood with her mouth agape, the whiskey bottle slipping through her hands and falling to the floor. Her eyes darted in every direction and then to the monster again. Obviously she wasn't going to do anything soon, as she was genuinely freaked out by the abomination by the entrance.

Meanwhile, Mayor's Drake reaction was fairly different. He clutched his glass tightly, biting his lip. "...yes, I know what that thing is. Rest assured, everything will be under control soon. It was a mistake to send Chief Hills away at a moment like this." He added, and as if to prove a point, the glass in his fist cracked. "In fact-"

But then the mayor speech was cut off due to the howling of the beast, that with deft strides descended into the pub, past the blood-covered woman. Its neck tilted slightly, the Faun set his eyes on a different prey. Yaakov. It roared once again, ready to lunge...

edited 25th Feb '15 4:21:47 PM by AtomicNut

"Aye!" Mac Dougal shouted as the Faun charged after Yaakov, "thairs a guid taffy lassie. Do yer sheep o' a mither prood."

He turned to Gregori, "Ah will tak' th' lanky wee blond sassenach 'n' ye tak' th' broon haired yin 'n' we'll gie thaim a scelpin' thay wilnae soon forget."

With that he threw a punch at Grigori to the ressounding shout of "ALBA GU BRATH!"

edited 26th Feb '15 1:01:42 PM by Fauxlosophe

Eddings leapt to his feet when the beast crashed into the building, patting his jacket frantically.

"Hell's teeth, where did I put that-"

He pulled a notebook and pencil from an inner pocket and began scribbling, staring at the creature intently, only turning away to scowl at the argument and ensuing brawl.

"Have all of you taken leave of your senses? We are standing witness to a preternatural phenomenon!"

Pain flairs in Grigori's left eye as he stands there and lets macdougal hit him. He puts his hand to his face and takes it away to see blood. "Aye, good hit." He heard the weaselly man with the sketchpad and then turned his attention to the demon. "Strewth, what are gonna do about it Drake? It belongs in Hell."

"Ah, ye tak' a batter better than ony sassenach a've met," Mac Dougal said with a smile giving the man an apologetic pat after realizing Grigori wasn't interested in a fight, "ye'v mah respect noo 'n' a'm sure we'll settle this maiter efter ower a dram... bit whit's that ye'r saying aboot th' taffy lass? She looks a bawherr peely-wally."

edited 25th Feb '15 5:28:37 PM by Fauxlosophe

A shout came from by the door. "Are you people blind as well as deaf?!" Kara had managed to clear the blood from her eyes, and now appeared more annoyed at the - uselessness? Unwillingness? - of the other people in the tavern than anything else. "There's a feckin' sheep monster runnin' around in the tavern and you lot are standing around, insulting other races and nearly starting bar brawls! Let me show you boys how it's done, yeah?" Kara pulled a knife from a pocket in her dress and darted towards the Faun, shouting "I gcás na hÉireann!"

"...An càs na h-Èirinnan? ...Chan eil Gàidhlig agat, a bheil e?" Mac Dougal looked quizzically at the Irish girl, "A bheil thu Jackeen, mo nighean? T'wuld be best tae hear th' paur taffy lass oot, me wee Jackeen. Tis th' bloody Sassenach wha is havering oan in slander oan oor fowk."

edited 25th Feb '15 8:52:16 PM by Fauxlosophe

Kara started a bit at hearing the big Scotsman speak Irish, which threw off her aim a bit. She frowned and folded her arms. "Ceart go leor. Tá mé cinnte nach bhfuil sé an duine cé."

(That should say something along the lines of "Fine. I'm sure it's not human though.")