Patrollogs
(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Sun Dec 22 2024]
In Fertile Valley Florists - Tea Room
As you step into the tea room cafe, you are greeted by a stunning display of royal floral arrangements that adorn every corner of the room. The aroma of fresh flowers fills the air, creating a soothing and serene atmosphere that invites you to relax and enjoy your tea. The walls are painted in a soft pastel hue, with intricate floral wallpaper adding a touch of whimsy and elegance to the space. The same floor of a reddish brick extends here, and the window sills have a rustic kick with their off white wooden trim.
The western wall is dominated by a large white shelving unit which houses many delicate china teacup and saucer sets of varying patterns, shapes and sizes. It would seem the patrons of this tea room are encouraged to select the set that most fits their mood for the day to enjoy their hot drinks. The rustic, wooden bakery counter with its domed glass coverings is adorned with an array of delicious treats, from freshly baked croissants and pastries to colorful cupcakes and cookies.
Along the southern wall, surrounding the stained glass windows that fill the room with a rainbow of colors throughout the day are the cafe tables with chairs upholstered in luxurious pastel fabrics.
It is night, about -6F(-21C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Trevor grunts, "Fucking hell," he says under his breath.
"I'm surprised," Colton grunts, propelling himself through the air with telekinetic force. "I didn't expect to find a Knight on the other side of things. Is it just you, Trevor?" As he lands at Trevor's feet, he sweeps his axe through the air, lazy and confident.
"Yeah, you fucking interrupted my nice night," Trevor replies with an annoyed grunt.
"Sorry to hear that," Colton smirks, not sounding particularly sincere in his apology. He brings the axe up and crashing back down at Trevor, only to be held back by the other man's blade. "This is what you signed up for, though."
"Yeah, yeah," Trevor replies doing his best to parry a fucking axe with a sword. Trevor does have some skill here, he's not completely out of it in this case. "I suppose it is." There's no actual anger in his voice at this reply, just mere annoyance. Maybe he was truly enjoying his night afterall.
Swings at Colton, blade held in a two-handed grip as he comes down towards Colton's head.
"Not bad," Colton grunts, stepping back and thrusting the haft of his axe into the sword's path to sacrifice a chip of wood in exchange for a chunk of his flesh. "You know what you're doing for a human. I just want to feed, Trevor. You can enjoy the rest of your night when I'm finished."
Trevor grunts as the axe bites into him. "Motherfucker," he curses, not towards Colton, but mostly outloud. It's obvious he was not prepared for such a thing. "Could have asked, I could have brought you steak or some shit."
Trevor does his best here, but obviously he's outmatched and under prepared as a human.
"Not that kind of food," Colton grunts. "Don't take this as a personal failure. I'm going to fuck with your mind a little bit." His next swipe of the axe catches Trevor directly in the calf, forcing him down onto a knee as he steps in to plant a hand on the man's head, and then all that there is of fear - as if Trevor were an entirely different person entirely, helpless and naked and running through strange, foreign woods. He's being chased by something - wolves, because Colton smells like wolves, and oh god they're going to rip him apart.
Colton breathes the fear in deeply, glutting on the psychic emanations, and pushes Trevor back as the light goes out of his eyes.
Trevor fades out of the nightmare.
A Battle In The Nightmare 241223
(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Sun Dec 22 2024]
In Fertile Valley Florists - Tea Room
As you step into the tea room cafe, you are greeted by a stunning display of royal floral arrangements that adorn every corner of the room. The aroma of fresh flowers fills the air, creating a soothing and serene atmosphere that invites you to relax and enjoy your tea. The walls are painted in a soft pastel hue, with intricate floral wallpaper adding a touch of whimsy and elegance to the space. The same floor of a reddish brick extends here, and the window sills have a rustic kick with their off white wooden trim.
The western wall is dominated by a large white shelving unit which houses many delicate china teacup and saucer sets of varying patterns, shapes and sizes. It would seem the patrons of this tea room are encouraged to select the set that most fits their mood for the day to enjoy their hot drinks. The rustic, wooden bakery counter with its domed glass coverings is adorned with an array of delicious treats, from freshly baked croissants and pastries to colorful cupcakes and cookies.
Along the southern wall, surrounding the stained glass windows that fill the room with a rainbow of colors throughout the day are the cafe tables with chairs upholstered in luxurious pastel fabrics.
It is night, about -6F(-21C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Trevor grunts, "Fucking hell," he says under his breath.
"I'm surprised," Colton grunts, propelling himself through the air with telekinetic force. "I didn't expect to find a Knight on the other side of things. Is it just you, Trevor?" As he lands at Trevor's feet, he sweeps his axe through the air, lazy and confident.
"Yeah, you fucking interrupted my nice night," Trevor replies with an annoyed grunt.
"Sorry to hear that," Colton smirks, not sounding particularly sincere in his apology. He brings the axe up and crashing back down at Trevor, only to be held back by the other man's blade. "This is what you signed up for, though."
"Yeah, yeah," Trevor replies doing his best to parry a fucking axe with a sword. Trevor does have some skill here, he's not completely out of it in this case. "I suppose it is." There's no actual anger in his voice at this reply, just mere annoyance. Maybe he was truly enjoying his night afterall.
Swings at Colton, blade held in a two-handed grip as he comes down towards Colton's head.
"Not bad," Colton grunts, stepping back and thrusting the haft of his axe into the sword's path to sacrifice a chip of wood in exchange for a chunk of his flesh. "You know what you're doing for a human. I just want to feed, Trevor. You can enjoy the rest of your night when I'm finished."
Trevor grunts as the axe bites into him. "Motherfucker," he curses, not towards Colton, but mostly outloud. It's obvious he was not prepared for such a thing. "Could have asked, I could have brought you steak or some shit."
Trevor does his best here, but obviously he's outmatched and under prepared as a human.
"Not that kind of food," Colton grunts. "Don't take this as a personal failure. I'm going to fuck with your mind a little bit." His next swipe of the axe catches Trevor directly in the calf, forcing him down onto a knee as he steps in to plant a hand on the man's head, and then all that there is of fear - as if Trevor were an entirely different person entirely, helpless and naked and running through strange, foreign woods. He's being chased by something - wolves, because Colton smells like wolves, and oh god they're going to rip him apart.
Colton breathes the fear in deeply, glutting on the psychic emanations, and pushes Trevor back as the light goes out of his eyes.
Trevor fades out of the nightmare.