|
|
Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 11, 2015 9:24:30 GMT
"An alarm?" She moved more slowly, checking behind and beside them.
|
|
|
|
Post by That which is written on Jun 11, 2015 14:31:46 GMT
The Raven regarded the humans with interest and hopped down onto the pallid skin of the man embedded in the tree. The man's eyes flickered briefly upward, then grew still as though he was pretending to be dead or insensible. The Raven dug its claws into the skin of his forehead and thin blood flowed. The man opened his mouth in a scream that became quieter and quieter as the claws dug deeper.
Then finally the man's scream died away entirely, and the Raven grew limp and sagged where it sat. And then the man spoke again, his voice clearer and stronger.
"What manner of beasts are you, and whose banner do you march under? Wood or Stone, or Highest Tower? Or do you skulk with Water or Ice? Or ravage with the Legions of False-Iron? Declare yourselves or be considered enemy."
|
|
|
|
Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 11, 2015 15:13:04 GMT
"We march under our own banner, we are wizards, and witches from another place. We came through the wardrobe in search of answers. And who are you, to demand these answers of us."
|
|
|
|
Post by That which is written on Jun 11, 2015 15:33:45 GMT
"I am Wings in the Night," the man's mouth said, "I speak for Gur Aryeh, The Under-Diver, the One Who Speaks, The Breath in the Clay."
|
|
|
|
Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 11, 2015 15:46:25 GMT
"A maker of golems, or a golem himself?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Supporting Cast on Jun 11, 2015 15:49:40 GMT
"His forefather was red clay. A greater breath than his brought life to that disobedient wretch."
|
|
|
|
Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 12, 2015 16:26:19 GMT
Marie and Hugo finally caught sight of Marisa and the tree-man.
Nothing seemed to be immediately amiss so far, so while going over to her Marie kept a look out for anything else coming nearer.
|
|
|
|
Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 12, 2015 18:15:14 GMT
Allbrass looked at the grotesque figure entombed in the tree, and at the seemingly inert raven perched bloodily atop it, like a feathered crown full of malice and glory.
"The bird's speaking through the dead man?" he said to Marisa.
|
|
|
|
Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 12, 2015 20:37:11 GMT
"It would appear so. He wasn't dead a few minutes ago."
|
|
|
|
Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 13, 2015 11:17:08 GMT
Allbrass looked closer at the thing in the tree.
"Looks like it's been dead for weeks," he said, "But the bird's animating it now, eh?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Supporting Cast on Jun 13, 2015 11:19:08 GMT
"What animates you, Lion of the North?" the Raven spoke through the tree-man. "Now that the drum beat has died and the horns of battle are heard no more? To what tune do you march, now the music has stopped."
The eyes swivelled across the group.
"Gur Aryeh awaits in the grey groves of the wildwood where the sun sets. If you would know more of him, seek him there."
|
|
|
|
Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 15, 2015 7:40:52 GMT
"That's not exactly clear, eh?" growled Allbrass. The creature's jibes had hit home. "I've no time to let some bloody corvid enjoy itself at our expense. Speak plainly or... flap off."
|
|
|
|
Post by Supporting Cast on Jun 15, 2015 7:41:30 GMT
The bird chose the latter option and departed upward in a flurry of black feathers. The creature in the tree whimpered in its unconscious state.
|
|
|
|
Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 15, 2015 8:17:59 GMT
"So...that way then," Marisa pointed after a look around.
|
|
|
|
Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 16, 2015 10:57:11 GMT
"I think so," Allbrass said, "West. God knows why or what we'll find. Something to tell us how Raubal ended up dead and in England hopefully. I suspect there may be other ways out of this place than that wardrobe, but if so we need to know about them."
What else may come through? That was his concern.
|
|
