Returned To The Soil

[TheIchorDruid 1986]

Spoiler

 

 

 

[!] One of the destroyed family photos within the families home in sutica.

 

The air was stale amongst the eery early morn’ within the Sutican city, this day was not a day where the towns folk would be met with the pleasantries of bird’s songs and a chilling breeze of the south. Instead a large, violent shake possessed the earth of the vicinity about the home - followed by the gurgling of a horrific shriek. Before… silence. All fell oddly quiet, the abruptness of the quake and loud shrill had ceased, until it was gone.

 

Upon further inspection, the place the family once called home was in an utter shamble. Doors that welcomed an array of people through the front, had been kicked in, it was clear by quite the force. Wood no longer possessed their vibrant hues of oak, instead they were pooled in a thick sanguine substance. Blood. The air was filled with it, heavy on the chest… and for those close to the family… heavy upon the heart.

 

Though the scene from the entrance never eased, the taint of the blood seemed endless and the horrors of the home unraveled itself to the eye. Limbs of an array, littered different aspects of the home - it seemed that the family had been butchered by something or someone. But through the mass of sheer foliage and darkness, it was unclear what truly occurred here.

 

What was clear, is whatever was the cause of the poor family’s downfall, was clearly not merciful in their thorough rampage. Be it beast or man. The looming darkness that consumed the hope was almost fitting, perhaps a veil to blanket the sorrow of the occurrence. The house lay untouched, undisturbed until the first ventured to discover the tragic loss of Bluejay, Azalea, and their fallen children. 

 

OOC: The house within the city is available to be looked into for those whom hear of the news. 

If you venture into the house please let Torkoal_Tom or A_Keefy know!

[Twofeather 30]

Valkriin, the elf. The supposed 'aheral, sifted through the debris of the home. He had followed the blood trail near the caves in Sutica. It had been purely out of curiosity. "What a mystery," He thought with mild joy and he strode along the path. He was then brought to a home, one belonging to the abode.. Of Hareven, and Quillian. Quillian. He eyed the name. Memories, of wood elves and what they represented to the void born man. He shook off such mortal emotions. And opened the door. 

--meta free line of a time lapse, filled with gore, destruction, and corpses--

Valkriin sifted through the remains, the debris. The things that someone. No. Something wanted to hide. He made note of irregularities and most of all. Let it all soak in. The blood, the bodies. The smell. He felt nothing through it all, until he saw the destroyed corpse of a mother, stabbed and desecrated in front of a crib. Whatever had done this needed to die. It needed to be put to death. Something awoke in Valkriin in that house, among the death and gore. The past didn't matter, whatever he had thought of Quillian didn't matter. This was a monster that needed to be put in it's place. And with that, he dusted himself off. And went to clean the smell that followed him out of that fetid cave.

[Delmodan 855]

The patted sounds of the sabatons could be heard on the stone pathway that leads to her home. The ivory haired paladin dragging along her latest kill from the woods far from the gates of the Sutica city. Pausing at the gate, a shiver seemingly runs down her spine. The presence of death lingered in the air with her golden irises turning towards the direction of the home just across the street from her own. Dropping her things, she began to walk forth and inspect the scene, holding emotionless facial features from the broken door and disarray that is her nephew's home. A flash of pure and utter anger flashed within her eyes with the sound of her armored digits scraping from it coiling tightly into a fist. With not a word spoken, the Vindicator would finish investigating the crime area before turning upon her peels to leave. Her helm now moving to be placed on her head...

[Riftblade 856]

The tall Mali'ker paused for a moment as he stepped through the gates of Sutica. He had been hoping to speak with Hareven about something that concerned him, like the many times before when he went to the dwed for advice on a personal matter. His steel sabatons clanked as they made contact with the stone floor of the pathway beneath them. All the conflict from the recent Elven had made him wary and cautious, so a helm was tucked under his left arm in a situation where another conflict may have arisen. As he approached the home of Quillian and Hareven, he saw the trail of blood leading toward the front steps of their home, and would place the helm tucked under his arm upon his head. Warily he'd advance forth, noticing the claw marks upon the stone walls of the cavern and how the doors were torn from their hinges. "What even could have happened here..." He'd murmur to himself as he stepped foot into the home.

 

There was only one other living person there, a woman who was investigating what had happened earlier in the home. What remained of the family who lived in the home was a gruesome sight for the Elf who had already seen so much carnage and bloodshed from the Elven day before. Seeing the remains of his sister-in-law, nieces and nephew, and his brother was simply painful, a pain and sorrow he couldn't describe. The Cleric would find who had done this, and he would see to it that they would meet their end by steel or Aurum.

[MamaBearJade 2090]

Rin'su had been gone for too long. She had ventured out to do what she could for her adoptive father. However, upon her return, she stopped at the sight. The color quickly drained from her flesh as she stared. Her eyes unmoving at the destruction. Her father, her mentor, the man who had helped take care of her when her own abandoned her, was gone. She knew little of his new family. Her stomach turning as she slowly felt her strength ebb away. She slowly stepped away, her green eyes filled with tears as she clung to the bottle he had given her. It slid from her fingers and shattered. Her small form moved through the home before finding the only thing she could of Hareven. She curled up in the mulch, refusing to budge for anyone or anything.

 

An elder druid had caught word of the demise of the family. Her pale blue eyes swirling in anger. She took a breath as she stepped away from her fiance and moved to another room in her cavern. She would need to find more information. Kael and Kyla were asleep in bed, tired from their lessons. She would not wake them. She would inform them of their father's death when they were awake. "Do not worry brother Bluejay. Our children will remain safe with Lhen and I." she stares at the face of Kael, so much like his father's. The druidess would be ready to kill should this monster hunt the rest of Hareven's family.

[firegirl7894523 247]

Carsandra, along with two other people, all entered Quillian's home. They explored every nook and crany, discovering the grizzly remains of the family. Once leaving, they now have clues inside their mind.

[GDPR 014 48]

6 hours ago, Delmodan said:

The sounds of iron grieves clang on the stone pathway that leads to her home. 

((You mean Sabatons. Grieves cover your lower leg, not your feet. Either way the bottom of Sabatons are typically leather because walking with metal soles are not ideal))

 

An Alchemist rejoices in the massive giant body, unconcerned by the Sutican dilemma.

[__WaterFox__ 636]

An old woman falls back into a chair and wrings her hands around the fine cane she often carried. Her face was wrinkled with a frightening expression of anger, grief, and shock.

 

”Both... were capable fighters... No natural beast could have done this and there was now way it was random”, she spoke her reasonings aloud with a slight pause as she choked up on her next thought, “But how could someone be so... disgustingly.... brutal... to children?”

[Farryn 860]

Elvira would have received news of the incident and her usual mug of mocha smashed to the ground. The woman sprinted to Sutica all the way, ignoring the pain in her legs from the long trek. It was there that the Ascended Sage witnessed the state of the house and the colour and energy in both face and eye faded. No words came from her mouth, nor did she move. Instead, she stared at the sight, her fist clenching with a tremble. She had seen Quillian only a day ago, and now such has happened. Yet deep down, she held a firm feeling there was more to this than what was laid out in front of them. The woman took a deep breath and nodded to herself.

The Ascended simply assumed she will have to wait and find out. Newfound energy would surge into her eye as she would know that someone or something had killed the children and Hareven, and she knew that it would have been something powerful. Thus the woman made her way out, her expression being that of grave but outright determination.

 

"...May the Archaengul guide me... for I will seek out what has happened and end the one who stole their lives!"

 

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Eithne would hear the news and the young girl would freeze completely - Hareven was the closest person she had to a family. He was there to make her smile, to make her happy and forget the dark times, to teach her and guide her. Yet to hear that Hare was gone, tears flooded down the one armed girl's face and she broke down when the news reached her. The little firebird weeping her eyes out as her form trembles. She wanted him back, she wanted Hare back. She didn't like to be alone, she didn't want to be by herself.

 

Yet once again, she had lost her family.

[Delmodan 855]

2 hours ago, The_Broken_God said:

((You mean Sabatons. Grieves cover your lower leg, not your feet. Either way the bottom of Sabatons are typically leather because walking with metal soles are not ideal))

 

An Alchemist rejoices in the massive giant body, unconcerned by the Sutican dilemma.

((thank you <3. I was tired when i wrote that))

[ElizabethAmara 109]

A word reached Rose's ear, she pauses for a moment looking at her children

"My sweet sister, what has happened..?"

She remains silent watching her kids play inside the room then says a silent prayer.

She mumbles a broken hearted "Quilly..." 

[Callistus 988]

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[ItsMyWorld66 169]

Words reached the ears of a Mali'ker as he roamed near the city, immediate questions flew from him as he sought to learn more about the event. The more he learned however the more terrified he was, till the full news hit him. He didn't believe it...he couldn't.

A scream that belonged more to a beast then a man, echoing against the hills as he headed home. He was enraged yes....horribly so. He would find whoever hurt his friend...and break the oaths that he made when he found them.

[Chase 3793]

The Mali'Ker had been gone for quite some time. The war, upkeep of Caras and the Virarim, and general fatigue had taken its toll on Evar'tir. His eyes were weary, but he had a helm to provide cover for such. As he paced through the gates of the Federation, he glanced to the barracks, though he continued on. His sabatons made a small, echoing noise as he walked, though there wasn't many others that met his ears. 

 

"What the..."

 

The 'Ker narrowed his eyes at the destroyed house, and a hand went to his longswords' hilt instinctively. Upon entering the house, he was met with the sight of carnage, gore, and two figures. Though he heeded no attention to it. Something had clearly happened, but what exactly had taken place, was yet to be discerned. The 'Mali trekked home in silence, and his steps were heavy. But there was more that he had to take care of before he could rest.

[HazelWazel 463]

Elenora Zytiaear gently pours herself a drink, ignoring the letters coming to her from her house.
She would hum a soft song to herself- a knowing look holding onto her face.
It wouldn't be long now.
Time was running out.