May 27, 2017 12:29 am
Kray
BR10 - Round 12
Kray looks around for the quickest access up on the deck. Making a judgment call, he decides on an unconventional route to move under the support beams, following the waterline to his right (roughly north east) towards a rock and root ledge that rises to the base of the cabin. He wraps his bow up around his shoulder and chest to get two hands free and then scales the wet and dirty natural rise.
Getting a hand hold on a corner of the cabin, he pulls himself up on a small piece of flat ground, just a small leap from the northern most corner of the deck.
The small landing is also, in the other direction, another small climb from circling around to the high ground on the opposite side of the house. Kray is satisfied that he has found the shortest route to get around to the back of the house where he thinks Ivor and Thorn may be.
Kray takes a short moment to look across at the woman on the deck. No doubt now: this must be Rutcranna.
Scantily clad, beautiful but bruised, disheveled but steady - this is a witch in her element. She stands at the edge of the deck, facing out to the water. Behind her in formation are four runic flag stands of some sort, roughly forming a diamond layout on the deck. She has lit a small smoking tin bowl that sits on the deck next to her feet, a thin line of smoke rises out of it.
Back arched, chest out (ooc: awesome tits btw), head thrown back to the sky, she holds a small oval symbol of some sort high into the sky. She is speaking out into the air, as if making strong demands to someone (an opponent? a servant?) - someone who is not there.
Kray hears her words, "Kerush ya kesan ha, ki Glaaki! Tuum calhad inotep berict natect. Silg natect a handu tara Dagan! Pe lesetu comnan Dagan! Ber hasa feen tasifi, cu lasin gan. Glaaki nesh hatu! Glaaki hesa rasis e tomtekon! Dagan hes fa mihote yis ka!"
The words have no meaning to Kray, yet they have a harsh tone - a language that is brutal, sharp, and ...Kray is not sure. A dread that may be familiar to him creeps to the edge of his mind. He feels an urge to depart from the sound of these words.
With a turn, he sees again the short climb remaining to round the shoreline corner of the house and transverse to the high ground on the opposite side. With another quick action, he completes the climb and steps onto the high ground. Hugging the narrow landing along the outer structure, he quickly emerges to an open area on the north east side of the cabin, the area on the opposite side of the cabin from where he just came.
He sees a dilapidated structure to the east, about 20 yards away, some sort of outer storage shed perhaps.
Behind the shed, there is a rise of ground. Beyond that ridge, a thickening line of brush and trees.
To Kray's left, a small foot path that leads up slightly over a low pass through the ridge and into the scrag woodline.
Noticing a low spot of mud at the beginning of the footpath, Kray approaches for a closer look. They are not difficult to spot: footprints of recent traffic, heading into the wooded area northward on the other side of the small ridge.
Someone just moved through here. Judging by the print of boots, Kray suspects it was Thorn.
BR10 - Round 12
Kray looks around for the quickest access up on the deck. Making a judgment call, he decides on an unconventional route to move under the support beams, following the waterline to his right (roughly north east) towards a rock and root ledge that rises to the base of the cabin. He wraps his bow up around his shoulder and chest to get two hands free and then scales the wet and dirty natural rise.
Getting a hand hold on a corner of the cabin, he pulls himself up on a small piece of flat ground, just a small leap from the northern most corner of the deck.
The small landing is also, in the other direction, another small climb from circling around to the high ground on the opposite side of the house. Kray is satisfied that he has found the shortest route to get around to the back of the house where he thinks Ivor and Thorn may be.
Kray takes a short moment to look across at the woman on the deck. No doubt now: this must be Rutcranna.
Scantily clad, beautiful but bruised, disheveled but steady - this is a witch in her element. She stands at the edge of the deck, facing out to the water. Behind her in formation are four runic flag stands of some sort, roughly forming a diamond layout on the deck. She has lit a small smoking tin bowl that sits on the deck next to her feet, a thin line of smoke rises out of it.
Back arched, chest out (ooc: awesome tits btw), head thrown back to the sky, she holds a small oval symbol of some sort high into the sky. She is speaking out into the air, as if making strong demands to someone (an opponent? a servant?) - someone who is not there.
Kray hears her words, "Kerush ya kesan ha, ki Glaaki! Tuum calhad inotep berict natect. Silg natect a handu tara Dagan! Pe lesetu comnan Dagan! Ber hasa feen tasifi, cu lasin gan. Glaaki nesh hatu! Glaaki hesa rasis e tomtekon! Dagan hes fa mihote yis ka!"
The words have no meaning to Kray, yet they have a harsh tone - a language that is brutal, sharp, and ...Kray is not sure. A dread that may be familiar to him creeps to the edge of his mind. He feels an urge to depart from the sound of these words.
With a turn, he sees again the short climb remaining to round the shoreline corner of the house and transverse to the high ground on the opposite side. With another quick action, he completes the climb and steps onto the high ground. Hugging the narrow landing along the outer structure, he quickly emerges to an open area on the north east side of the cabin, the area on the opposite side of the cabin from where he just came.
He sees a dilapidated structure to the east, about 20 yards away, some sort of outer storage shed perhaps.
Behind the shed, there is a rise of ground. Beyond that ridge, a thickening line of brush and trees.
To Kray's left, a small foot path that leads up slightly over a low pass through the ridge and into the scrag woodline.
Noticing a low spot of mud at the beginning of the footpath, Kray approaches for a closer look. They are not difficult to spot: footprints of recent traffic, heading into the wooded area northward on the other side of the small ridge.
Someone just moved through here. Judging by the print of boots, Kray suspects it was Thorn.
