[Forum Roleplay] The Witch's Woods

[Elindor 666]

((Bored. Someone come forum RP with me.))

 

An odd looking man sits cross legged upon a fence post. He is staring into a book as a floating quill writes onto the pages. His other hand clasps a beautiful wooden staff.

 

You would seek to ignore him, yet as you pass by upon King's Road you hear your own name whispered as though it itches the back of your head.

[Kaiser 2347]

((The witch woods near Lenfarthing, I guess?))

[Tom_Whiteman 949]

((The witch woods near Lenfarthing, I guess?))

((Aye mistur Frodo))

[Yoff 328]

Price turns his head quick, and turns on his heel. He walks up to the old man with a "Ho'd ye' do?" and stands crossing his arms.

[Elindor 666]

Elindor doesn't look up

"Best be careful wandering around these parts. There's all sorts of horrible creatures and unpleasant characters."

[Yoff 328]

Stands still, staring down his head with a frown forming in his lips.

 

"What'ye meen? I walk 'own tis' road allday."

[Caln McHarnish/porkchopp2 71]

Caln McHarnish stops in his tracks as he hears a voice ring quietly through his head. Turning around, he spots a familiar face. Caln rubs his beard for a moment and matches the face to a name.

"You know Elindor, you never showed me that fishing spot."

[Elindor 666]

Elindor places his staff on the ground and leans against it to hop down as he speaks.

"If you haven't seen any trouble then I hope your path remains so straight. Though today I am afraid things will not be so smooth"

 

As he stops speaking, now standing up straight, the shriek of a harpy rings out across the cobblestone. From the dense foliage of the Witch Woods rises some tattered wings on a hideous looking beaked woman.

{A truly repulsing creature, they possess large claws protruding from their toes and fingers, as well as a sharp beak.}

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

The Wood seems silent on this warm afternoon, though a dark shadow hovers malevolently over it. Occasionally, the screech of a bird will come from the great boughs that cover the Wood, though that is a rarity. No creature moves in or out of the Wood, and all light seems to diminish after the first few trees.

 

After a long while of writing with his elegant quill, a whisper murmurs through the wind, from the direction of the Witch's Wood to Elindor the Wizard. It feels cold and sends chills down the spine of those it touches. From it, the muttering, "Eeeeelindor...." sounds. Will he answer it?

 

Edit: Void this, if you'd like, I didn't see those last few posts.

[Yoff 328]

Price quickly reaches into his back, pulling out a tucked stilleto from his belt.

 

"Wha'teh' bloody 'ell is tat'?!" He spits gripping the stilleto very tightly.

 

"Protector have mercy." 

[Elindor 666]

The Harpy dives down out of they sky, soaring just over their heads then circles around, razor sharp talons at the ready as she swoops in to attack.

[Caln McHarnish/porkchopp2 71]

Caln unslings his recurve bow off his back as the hargy flies out of the woods causing Caln to backpedal a few paces. Caln turns to Elindir in shock.

"What in the nether is that thing?"

[Elindor 666]

Elindor stands contemplating how to deal with it for a moment.

"I've never seen one this far North, but its a Harpy"

 

Elindor grips his staff in both hands, staring at the horrid face as it approaches swiftly. As it reaches out its claws he dives onto the floor, rolling in some dirt.

"It turns out illusions are little use on a primitive beast"

[Yoff 328]

Price tries to run away, his back completely vulnerable to any attacks.

 

"Tis' ain' no way to die!"

[Elindor 666]

The Harpy redirects its flight path, seeing one separating from the 'herd'. It crunches a claw down onto Price attempting to pick him up.