Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160410190841/@comment-5583506-20160413130406

While Evelyne struggled to get her boots back on, Ja'Keil was already outside the door. She buttoned her blouse and donned her cloak and gloves before tying her utility belt with scabbards around her waist, following him outside.

The noise from the streets was overwhelming. Church bells and tower bells were ringing constantly, echoing across the Jerall Mountains. People ran back and forth in panic, talking to each other out of sheer desperation.

"Oh no", she said and turned pale. "N-not... not again..."

"BEAST SLAYERS! TO ME!" growled Ran'Jinro as he ascended the long set of stairs leading up to the parapets of the walls where Myrdana's group had already assembled, hoping that everyone from the inn had heard his words.

He found Myrdana staring out over the vast and open plateu where the snow raged on. "Talk to me, Myrdana", he said. "What are we facing?"

"Ran'Jinro", she said, not even taking her eyes off the wilderness. "We are about to deal with a whole lot of shit right now. Presumably twelve or thirteen Beasts. Could be more. I didn't exactly have time to count them. I cut some of them down for us however before I had to retreat back here."

Ran was about to say something before he felt the very walls tremble beneath his feet like slow, steady drumbeats.

Footsteps, he reflected, having almost forgotten the sensation of approaching Beasts.

Swift shuddered as he finally met up with Beatrix and Koldri. "Ugh", he groaned. "This is it then? Another city trampled into a shitstain?" He sighed. "What a drag, I was almost beginning to like this place. Was almost starting to get comfortable with my own life."

Beatrix just clenched her teeth together hard, not answering the Argonian. She was completely frozen in a mix of fear and anticipation. In the faraway distance of the snowfog they emerged, first like dark, uncanny forms without details. But as they came closer everything began to come clear, like slow lumbering monsters one would have read about in fairy-tales. Sadly this reality wasn't a fairy-tale, and neither was her life. If it had been, the good would always triumph.

"Looks like the others have already gathered!" said Falana and hurried up the set of stairs, already tiring herself out.