- Pronouns
- He/Him
Scroll120
Legend
The fields grow dim and the wind silences.
Upon the herd, the beast descends.
A cry for help is heard, as it strikes again.
Hunted by hundreds and never to be caught.
Woman and children lay, headless, mutilated.
The beast awaits for the challangers.
The beast lurks.
[!]
World would travel about in the vicinity of the Landing of disappearances and deaths.
Mutilated bodies and signs of bloodshed would be reported as the number of farmers and shepherds drop by the day.
Witnesses and survivors of the attacks would return with scars and at death's door.
"I saw it! A beast as big a' house. It's mouth, filled with razor sharp teeth. Eyes glowing, red as blood."
"It took me boy! I didn't even see it coming. A flash of darkness happened and... he was gone."
"It slaughtered my sheeps, and took me dog. It left nothin', not even the bones!"
As the hysteria grows, guards and armed civilians head into the forest to fell the beast.
But they never return.
Only their screams are heard.
Then silence settles once again.
As the Beast awaits.
At first pamphlets would begin appearing in the Landing.
They would travel with merchants, coaches, and by word to every bit of the Cerulean Expanse.
A call to aid.
"Those, who can hunt, track, fight and heal.
Your help is needed.
An unearthy beast is hunting the lands, claiming the lives of many by the day.
The beast must be hunted down, to free the people from it's terror.
Anyone willing to aid in this endeavour.
Mark your name down, or look for Erwin Eindriði in the Kraken's Den."
Roster [6/6]:
-Erwin (Scroll120)
-Asero (Electric)
-Amelie (Cho)
-Sydri (LordMomOfRussia)
- Andrew (Mr.Slime)
-Matt (Sergeant Freedom)
Reserved :
-Aki (Fortune)
[OOC]
Inspired by some french history (Beast of Gévaudan) I slightly modified the story.
Let's have fun and not die!
When: -Feb. 23rd.
Where: Forests W, SW of the Landing.
Who: Pretty mich anyone who is there to help.
Rating: Very violent.
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