as written by Ronin, SerinaBloom, and glmstr
"Let's hope it's just you," Jonas said. They were in the thick of the forest now. Long twisting branches extended overhead and darkened the sun. The calls of foreign animals chittered from the shadows just beyond their line of sight. Leaves rustled, twigs snapped.
"Look, up ahead," Jonas pointed to a small clearing. The side of an overturned wagon was visible from behind a spiny thicket. The paladin powered his bike through the brush - mammoth tires pulverizing the barrier of vegetation - hopefully followed by his two companions.
It was a massacre. Corpses slumped over the grass and the sides of the splintered wagon, putrifying, their flesh bloated and swarmed with flies. Strange lash marks covered their limbs and torsos, cutting great clean gashes into their bodies. It was as if they'd been whipped to death. Some of the crates from the wagon had been torn open - namely the food barrels - with many of the contents missing. The cargo was otherwise intact, including several boxes containing precious jewelry.
"What do you think happened here?" Jonas looked around, asking of both Crista and Aurelie.
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Crista powered her bike forward close behind Jonas. When the path was cleared by the tires to reach the clearing Crista was both shocked and sickened by what she saw. She went a bit pail and covered her mouth. When Jonas posed his question she swallowed and composed herself. "I don't know."
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"I'm suspecting garoux. Vampires would have drained their blood and taken the jewelry, many of the local Houses are quite extravagant with whatever wealth they can acquire," Aurelie stepped towards the wreckage and crouched over one of the bodies, turning the corpse over a few times to look at the damage, as well as collect a drop of blood on her finger. She briefly lifted her mask and smelled the red drop, before lowering her mask again and putting small samples from most of the corpses into glass vials.
"We should try to attract the assailants back here, have any raw meat or anything similar? Garoux wouldn't eat these bodies any more, they've already rotted beyond being edible. The stench is quite repulsive, even through this mask."
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"Perhaps," Jonas answered, "though these lash marks don't look like claw scratches or bite marks. None of them look eaten either - just killed." He kicked over one of the bodies with his boot, stepping down to examine the corpse. "This one has what looks like rope marks around her neck. She was strangled with... something... Before she died."
Jonas looked over at Crista. "What do you think, sister? Is this the work of wolves?"
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Crista looked stared at the bodies, her expression crinkling in disgust at the scene. Inwardly she was thankful to see the lack of teeth or claw marks on the bodies. Taking in what she saw of the wounds she looked away.
"I've seen plenty of work from wolves and this looks nothing like that. Sad to say it's likely the work of human bandits."
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The hunter paced around the scene of the crime, hoping to find a clue or at least prompt something to show its face.
"What kind of bandits flay the people, then only take the food and leave the valuables behind? I've heard rumors of people going mad and attacking others in the forest, but I just assumed it was idle hearsay," she twirled one of her daggers idly around her pointer finger and glanced to the others.
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"Not wolves, and not bandits," Jonas mused, "at least, not any sane humans." He looked at one of the food barrels. The wood had been ripped apart, the food inside savaged as if eaten directly from its container. "Hm. What about..."
A loud cracking resounded to their right, and a
massive wolf leaped from behind a tree. He stood on his four legs in a low crouch, fur bristled, fangs barred. He was inflicted with the same wounds that the corpses around him, deep lash marks lining his hide in bloody strips. He kept pressure off his right hindleg.
The werewolf stayed where it was, growling, but not attacking. Jonas stepped back immediately, hand reaching for his Lawkeeper.
"By Selene!" he swore, preparing to draw.
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"Wait..."
Crista quickly raised her free hand, stopping Jonas for a moment. She could see from the way the werewolf was carrying itself that it was severely injured. It's right hind leg looked broken or at the very least sprained and seeing as it carried the same wounds as the victims here Crista doubted it was the culprit. She whispered to Jonas.
"This werewolf has the same injuries as the people here and if it was the one behind it, it would have attacked us by now."
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Aurelie connected the hooks in her blades and flicked her wrist sharply, whipping the left dagger in an arc around the right one and locking into place as a single weapon again. She carefully grips the handle of her pistol and slowly approaches the wolf, still cautious of what the creature might do next.
"Well, what possibly could have attacked it AND the shipment?"
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Jonas blinked at Crista. "Sister, are you sure? Look at it! It's clearly hostile."
The beast took an unsteady step to the left, fangs still barred. It looked between the three hunters, ears perking slightly in confusion. Why hadn't they attacked already?
Jonas rested his hand on the grip of his Lawkeeper but didn't draw. He watched the wolf with clear disgust. "What do you propose we do then, Crista?"
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"I can take care of this one."
Crista continued to hold her sword as she took a steady step closer to the werewolf, but in a way that she hoped possed no threat to the creature. She had dealt with several instances like this before. All that needed to be done was for one to stay calm. Werewolves and other supernatural beings who were still sane at least, are just as concerned with survival as humans are and Crista had reached that level of understanding.
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Aurelie slowly drew her weapon, holding her cape over it with her other hand to keep the wolf from seeing that the barrel was pointed directly at it. She wasn't planning to fire, but her finger was ready just in case the wolf tried to bite.
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The wolf growled at the first step, but as Crista continued forward without making any threatening gestures, it stopped grumbling. Though he made no movements towards the advancing paladin, his bristled fur went down. He took a few cautious backsteps, still unsure what to make of the warrioress. A low whine escaped his throat as he accidentally stepped down with his right hind leg.
Jonas was keeping his eye on Crista, half worried that the beast would jump on his partner at any given moment. He looked down at the nearby corpse, brows furrowing as he noticed a
symbol etched into its thigh. He'd missed it on his initial examination.
"Even if he didn't kill these people, what's a garoux doing
here, in a condition like
this?" Jonas shook his head.
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Crista was a mere five feet from the werewolf now and she was reaching her free hand out to him, the hand that had been stroking the patch of werewolf fur in her pocket. She whispered to the werewolf in order to hush it and calm it down.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."
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"Well, we still haven't found what even did this yet," Aurelie began to idly wander around the scene, keeping an eye out for anything else that's still alive.
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With the words, the wolf lowered its guard, the anger leaving its body with a weary huff. Extending its neck towards the knight, it allowed itself to be petted.
"Hm," Jonas grunted, "didn't expect that." He walked up behind Crista, eyeing the garoux suspiciously.
"You there," he nodded at the wolf, "why are you here? Did you see who killed all these people?"
The wolf slunk away from Jonas, retreating closer to Crista. Behind Aurelie, one of the corpses twitched violently.
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"Everyone, watch out! Something's wrong with the corpses!" Aurelie leapt onto the twitching corpse and pinned its arms down with her knees, holding her blade to its neck and the pistol to its forehead.
"If you can still think, tell me now before I pull this trigger," the hunter growled at the thrashing body underneath her
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Crista pet the top of the wolf's head gently and scratched behind his ear, making sure to avoid touching any injuries. He attention turned though to the twitching corpse down the slope near all the rest. Her eyes widened.
"Look behind you!"
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The corpse's only response was a clotted moan, craning its head upright, it glared at Aurelie with milky eyes ... before spewing a line of projectile vomit out of its mouth.
The other corpses began to stir as well, each body croaking in agony as their dumb limbs forced themselves off the ground into slouched, upright positions. There were ten of them.
"Well goodness me. This is a surprise..." a low, smooth voice resounded from the shadows. A man stepped out of the shadows, smiling a devilish grin. He wore a simple blazer with puffy slacks tucked into boots. In his fingers he twirled an ebony cane adorned with a silver skull.
He looked between the three hunters and the wolf, eyes flashing with delight. "Two paladins and something out of the plague." He chuckled, a pleasant, joyful sound. "My my, what a curious little party you are." He bowed low. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Mr. Eledin Crawley." He spread out his hands, gesturing to the newly animated corpses.
"And this is my family."
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"Well Mr Crawley, you better start giving answers before I put your 'family' back in the ground," Aurelie fired her gun into the head of the creature below her and stood up, wiping off some viscera from her coat and cocking her pistol again. She twirled her sword into a reverse-grip hold, and pointed her firearm at the necromancer.
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Crista now had her sword drawn, in defense against the necromancer and the corpses. She stood in front of her werewolf companion, knowing his injuries where likely cause by this man.
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The bullet splattered the zombie's brains. Crawley only laughed. "I wouldn't speak so disparagingly of my family, little missy. You're about to become a part of it."
Jonas stepped forward, drawin his Lawkeeper and aiming it at the necromancer. "Eledin Crawley, in the name of Saint Selene and the state of Lutetia, you're under arrest for the suspected murder of..."
"Suspected," the necromancer scoffed. He walked forward, twirling his cane in his fingers, "let's not stand on formality here, paladin. I killed them all, made them into something
better than they were." He grinned. "You should be thanking me."
Jonas' grip tightened. "If you admit to it, the what's stopping me from blowing your brains out right here?"
The necromancer perked a brow. "Why... this."
At that moment,
the zombies lunged - not the slow, stupid lumbering typical of most undead, but focused, dexterous movements. Five of them went straight for Aurelie, roaring, attempting to dog-pile her and rip her limb from limb. The other five came for Jonas, Crista and the wolf, circling them before charging forward. They thrust their limbs out, attempting to grab the paladins and pull them to the ground.
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Crista immediately targeted the heads and arms of the zombies, slicing and decapitating them with a broad sweep of her blade. The viscera didn't bother her at the moment but she didn't have time to be repulsed as she had to fight them off for her partner and her animal companion.
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Aurelie gasped for a moment, instinctively thrusting her weapon into the nearest zombie and firing her gun once at the necromancer, before holstering it and reaching her other hand to grip her blade. She then split the blades handles and wrenched the wicked hooked blades from the innards of the zombie, kicking the now-mangled zombie away like a fleshy door ripped from its hinges. An undead hand managed to grab her shoulder as she attempted to escape, but she simply grabbed its arm and yanked the mindless undead to the ground on top of her, breaking the creatures fall with her daggers as gravity impaled the monster onto her weapons.
The hunter rolled over and stood up, tearing her bloodied tools from the zombie's torso and reconnecting them into their larger curved-sword shape.
"You've got to do better than that, I thought you were going to at least be competent at your craft," she sneered at the man in the suit, "I could have hired a child off the street to practice necromancy better."
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The zombies fell under Crista's well-placed strikes, two falling headless while another one lost both of its arms. The wolf growled, lashing out and bringing it to the ground with its teeth. Jonas cocked his Lawkeeper, placing an expert shot into the brains of another zombie a dozen feet away. Though the monsters gripped and flailed, the paladin's plate armor was more then sufficient to protect him from the simple blunt force trauma.
Aurelie was kicking ass. The undead had aimed to overwhelm her, but her sheer dexterity and agility left them all in the dust. Her shot at the necromancer failed to strike, however, the round splintering the tree behind him as he ducked out of the way.
"Why me dear," he cackled with laughter, "we've only just begun!" He gripped both ends of his cane, twisting and seperating them to reveal two long, vicious whips, glowing with a foul green energy. He struck it forth with expert grace, attempting to knock Aurelie's gun out of her hand just as the remaining two zombies enclosed on her.
Meanwhile, one of the surviving zombies was rapidly stalking towards the wolf as it mauled one of its companions, taking advantage of its distraction to sneak up behind him
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Crista seeing her wolf companion under attack raced forward to the sneaking zombie and decapitated it as well. She was not about to relive a tragedy. She know glanced around to see who to protect further, her partner or her companion.