Patrollogs
(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Tue Sep 10 2024]
On Fairway Drive
This road is paved, its smooth surface a stark contrast to the rugged beauty
of the surrounding forest. The asphalt stretches out before the traveler, a
ribbon of black cutting through the lush green of the trees. The road is
lined with towering oaks and maples, their branches reaching out over the
pavement, creating a canopy of dappled sunlight. In the fall, the leaves turn
a brilliant array of reds, oranges, and yellows, creating a stunning display
of color that is breathtaking to behold. The road is narrow, with gentle
curves that follow the natural contours of the land. It rises and falls with
the hills, offering glimpses of the surrounding countryside through breaks in
the trees. To the east, the road leads to Haven, its buildings and houses
visible in the distance. To the west, the road continues on towards Fairfax
Manor, the impressive stone structure with towering North and South wings
slowly coming into view as one approaches.
It is night, about 65F(18C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's raining. There is a waxing crescent moon.
Harriet cannot see a single thing, but that doesn't stop her from running.
Korina squints towards a random distance, trying to catch sight of whoever she's against. "Do you see anyone?" comes the question for Nikolai.
"No one yet," Nikolai grunts, casting his eyes about.
"Hrmph," Korina claims, now venturing off to the east. "Maybe they want us to fight each other."
Nikolai says "I do not see how. I could not have joined you if we were not allies."
Nikolai clicks his tongue.
Harriet keeps on running.
Eventually, Korina ends up wandering off further south, eyes keeping a look out.
It is Harriet She was just about to go to bed when all of this nonsense began. Her rifle gets raised and she fires off a shot at Nikolai.
"Oh." Korina states, and then lets out a little sniff. "You do not have to whistle at me like a dog." It's a bit of a sore spot, alright? "I am not a dog."
Harriet knows this is going to be very painful. It already is. She's wincing as she watches the flames blast past her, coming from Nikolai's hammer. Despite the fact she is well aware her little weak Warden ass doesn't stand a chance, she's still firing off a shot.
Korina thinks it over for a second, and then begrudgingly accepts Nikolai's explanation. "Fine," she sniffs, following suit and making her way over closer to the Warden, and then holding her still with her mind for Nikolai to get even closer. A generous person may say she's trying to make it be over faster, if Harriet doesn't get a chance to act at all.
Nikolai tucks his shoulder in like a star quarterback and charges in, rearing back only at the last possible moment to bring his hammer up from below in a croquet swing that might just send Harriet's head through the hoops - if not for the hammer of her own which so deftly inserts itself betwixt the pair.
"Once, the Order would have swarmed to protect you," he observes, just a little short of a sneer. "Now you have no one to help. The weak need numbers to compete with the strong. What are you, without it?"
Korina isn't half as talkative as Nikolai is, for all that she may be equally(?) as painful. She follows suit with a closing of the distance and a swipe of steely claws, eyes narrowed in focus.
The head of his hammer gliding down the haft of Harriet's own, Nikolai pushes forward with a burst of inhuman strength - enough to match or even surpass Harriet's - and his hammer crashes forwards into Harriet's gut, fended off by the bar of her weapon and weakened by the vest under her coat.
Harriet looks around with Nikolai and Korina right next to her. "Well, without it, I am getting highly wounded," she says in an honest announcement as she gives a hefty swing of her warhammer to see what sort of clang it will make against Nikolai's.
Or just mildly, if they're being pedantic. Korina lets out a little snort of amusement, or something of the sort, and her claws lash out while Harriet tries to swing at Nikolai, to catch her in the arm; there's a ripping of clothing and flesh beneath, steel swiping through muscle like a knife through butter. "Good night, Warden," she tells her as Harriet fades away.
Harriet fades out of the nightmare.
A Battle In The Nightmare 240911
(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Tue Sep 10 2024]
On Fairway Drive
This road is paved, its smooth surface a stark contrast to the rugged beauty
of the surrounding forest. The asphalt stretches out before the traveler, a
ribbon of black cutting through the lush green of the trees. The road is
lined with towering oaks and maples, their branches reaching out over the
pavement, creating a canopy of dappled sunlight. In the fall, the leaves turn
a brilliant array of reds, oranges, and yellows, creating a stunning display
of color that is breathtaking to behold. The road is narrow, with gentle
curves that follow the natural contours of the land. It rises and falls with
the hills, offering glimpses of the surrounding countryside through breaks in
the trees. To the east, the road leads to Haven, its buildings and houses
visible in the distance. To the west, the road continues on towards Fairfax
Manor, the impressive stone structure with towering North and South wings
slowly coming into view as one approaches.
It is night, about 65F(18C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's raining. There is a waxing crescent moon.
Harriet cannot see a single thing, but that doesn't stop her from running.
Korina squints towards a random distance, trying to catch sight of whoever she's against. "Do you see anyone?" comes the question for Nikolai.
"No one yet," Nikolai grunts, casting his eyes about.
"Hrmph," Korina claims, now venturing off to the east. "Maybe they want us to fight each other."
Nikolai says "I do not see how. I could not have joined you if we were not allies."
Nikolai clicks his tongue.
Harriet keeps on running.
Eventually, Korina ends up wandering off further south, eyes keeping a look out.
It is Harriet She was just about to go to bed when all of this nonsense began. Her rifle gets raised and she fires off a shot at Nikolai.
"Oh." Korina states, and then lets out a little sniff. "You do not have to whistle at me like a dog." It's a bit of a sore spot, alright? "I am not a dog."
Harriet knows this is going to be very painful. It already is. She's wincing as she watches the flames blast past her, coming from Nikolai's hammer. Despite the fact she is well aware her little weak Warden ass doesn't stand a chance, she's still firing off a shot.
Korina thinks it over for a second, and then begrudgingly accepts Nikolai's explanation. "Fine," she sniffs, following suit and making her way over closer to the Warden, and then holding her still with her mind for Nikolai to get even closer. A generous person may say she's trying to make it be over faster, if Harriet doesn't get a chance to act at all.
Nikolai tucks his shoulder in like a star quarterback and charges in, rearing back only at the last possible moment to bring his hammer up from below in a croquet swing that might just send Harriet's head through the hoops - if not for the hammer of her own which so deftly inserts itself betwixt the pair.
"Once, the Order would have swarmed to protect you," he observes, just a little short of a sneer. "Now you have no one to help. The weak need numbers to compete with the strong. What are you, without it?"
Korina isn't half as talkative as Nikolai is, for all that she may be equally(?) as painful. She follows suit with a closing of the distance and a swipe of steely claws, eyes narrowed in focus.
The head of his hammer gliding down the haft of Harriet's own, Nikolai pushes forward with a burst of inhuman strength - enough to match or even surpass Harriet's - and his hammer crashes forwards into Harriet's gut, fended off by the bar of her weapon and weakened by the vest under her coat.
Harriet looks around with Nikolai and Korina right next to her. "Well, without it, I am getting highly wounded," she says in an honest announcement as she gives a hefty swing of her warhammer to see what sort of clang it will make against Nikolai's.
Or just mildly, if they're being pedantic. Korina lets out a little snort of amusement, or something of the sort, and her claws lash out while Harriet tries to swing at Nikolai, to catch her in the arm; there's a ripping of clothing and flesh beneath, steel swiping through muscle like a knife through butter. "Good night, Warden," she tells her as Harriet fades away.
Harriet fades out of the nightmare.