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Prompt 7 - Confronting the Creature (1) : Everything about this place tells you that you should not be out at night. The forest turns wicked, a horrible fog rolls in, and a monstrous creature stirs. But you, for whatever reason, decided to be out late. Perhaps you thought you could hunt the creature, or solve some mystery, or perhaps you were simply unlucky. Either way, the creature has found you. This must be a battle, and you must quote the shop mule, Beckoning Chaos, if you wish to pursue this plot. You will need to send a PM to this mule to declare if you intend to escape or be captured, and any special requests or information you need to share! A moderator or GM will be assigned to RP the creature in this roleplay. You may manage to escape into a building if you are close enough into town, however if you manage to do this you will spend the rest of the evening with the creature tormenting you, banging on the house and trying to break in; you will suffer horrible hallucinations and be plagued with paranoia and fear until morning. If you do not manage to seek shelter, or if you would like the creature to break into your shelter, the creature will defeat you in battle and you will pass out. You cannot defeat the monster, but you may learn something about it in battle. If you lose, you will be taken to a cellar with other prisoners and held outside of the city. Please see the below prompt for more information!
They'd spent most of the day recovering from the previous night.
Which Cervantite still didn't understand. He had no idea why Rakovanite and Narcissus had stayed out so late. He had no idea what had prompted them to leave the shelter at all when there wasn't anything they'd needed from outside at the moment. Sun, fresh air, whatever, he guessed, but they should've been back way before it got to the point where the fog came in and turned them delirious.
But no one explained anything to him. Why would they.
They'd only caused him the most horrific night of his life, no big deal.
Cervantite tried not to be bitter, but it felt so avoidable, and he was tired. And his bones ached. And he was hungry and scared, and this had been fine for a week or two, but he really wanted to go home now, and he wasn't sure if he would ever power up again after this if this was what happened.
The three of them had slept most of the morning away and into the afternoon, stuffed up in what basically amounted to a broom closet because Rakovanite didn't trust what they might walk out to. Cervantite hadn't argued, mostly because they had no way of knowing when it was. The night had felt like it lasted eons with the monster raging outside their shelter, and it would really suck to pop out of the closet early only to see that it had been waiting silently, patiently for them, as if to lure them out.
But it was as bright out now as it ever was in the village, and Cervantite was inspecting the outside of their shelter. It was ruined, truly. What a wonder that thing hadn't broken in. The windows had been shattered, boards ripped off. The hinges for the door were on their last legs. The bricks (that had always been a bit crumbly to start with) had been reduced to rubble, leaving large gaps for fog and talons to get in.
Cervantite swallowed. The shelter had held up for one full night, but it didn't really look like it would survive another. Not an uplifting thought. If the monster could destroy the shelters, how much longer would they be useful..? There were a finite number of them in the village, and if they were all ravaged to this extent...
He wondered if anyone would listen to him if he admitted to not feeling safe in this building, anymore... Narcissus was usually reasonable and willing to listen to Cervantite's concerns and opinions. But he'd also inhaled a lot of fog last night, and when Cervantite thought back on how the Dark Mirror had acted in the aftermath, he wasn't hopeful. And for whatever stupid reason, Rakovanite pretty much immediately rejected anything Cervantite had to say, so that wasn't great.
...But they were both reasonable men. He could convince them, surely.
And if he couldn't use his words, he would use his fists. That'd work. He nodded affirmatively to himself, took a breath, and moved back inside. The others didn't seem keen on doing... much of anything, admittedly, but given the circumstances, they had to do something.
"Rak? Narci?" Cervantite asked hesitantly as he entered one of the rearmost doors in their shelter.
