Post by Margaret Rosier on May 21, 2012 22:36:04 GMT -5
Continued from here
Where monsters walked, destruction followed.
And destruction was all Margaret could see as she surveyed the trashed clothing shop she stood in. Pools of blood seeped over the floorboards while silver swords impaled the walls. The shopkeeper was being hysterical as healers attempted to calm him. The dust from battle had settled over the shop and it saddened Margaret but it was not her mess to handle like the others who bustled around her.
Her long fingers drummed on her hip rhythmically and Maggie’s lips were pursed in thought. The head enforcer of the Black Forest Church was being wheeled out of the front of the shop now on a gurney. This powerful woman had her chest smashed up and had been impaled by presumably one of her own swords, and all because of one vicious lycan who was now roaming the streets of Drakborough. This lycan had to be brought to face justice, but what was Margaret to do against a beast who had laid low their strongest warrior? Her mind whirred in silent thought to the beat of her fingers against her hip as she stared at the gurney until it was out of sight.
When it was gone she whispered a prayer for her comrade and commander before turning to face where the majority of the carnage was being cleaned by a crew from the Church. When monsters caused severe damage to a community sometimes they would volunteer to help repair it in order to acquire some favor for the locals. Currently they were spelling some stubborn silver blades that were embedded in the wall. The wizards would tap the swords to melt them down into liquid silver to be siphoned into bottles. Maggie picked one of the intact swords up from off the ground. It still had blood from Selena’s arm on it which she wiped off with the sleeve of a robe from a still standing rack. As she did so she called out to nobody in particular. “Somebody get me the file on this monster, now.”
At first nobody moved. The present members of the Church weren’t sure what to make of this junior enforcer being in charge of the hunt for such a dangerous beast. The fact that Margaret was still here and not out walking the streets yet wasn’t helping such a thought, and she could see it in their eyes when she looked up. “I want to know everything I can about this beast before I go charging after it. The file please, now.” One man nodded and apparated away while Margaret tucked the sword into her belt. “And someone rope off all of these bloody areas. I’ll need them intact.”
As another Church member hurried to do as told Maggie walked towards the shopkeeper who had pacified slightly, though not of his own volition. She could see one of the Healers stoppering a calming draught and putting it back in a case. Margaret found it was easier to use a firm hand when getting information which is why she looked the addled shopkeeper straight in the eye with her own intense look. “Sir, I need you to tell me every detail about the fiend who was here and I need you to do it quickly.” Her tone was demanding and stern and she stared him down with an icy glare.
Where monsters walked, destruction followed.
And destruction was all Margaret could see as she surveyed the trashed clothing shop she stood in. Pools of blood seeped over the floorboards while silver swords impaled the walls. The shopkeeper was being hysterical as healers attempted to calm him. The dust from battle had settled over the shop and it saddened Margaret but it was not her mess to handle like the others who bustled around her.
Her long fingers drummed on her hip rhythmically and Maggie’s lips were pursed in thought. The head enforcer of the Black Forest Church was being wheeled out of the front of the shop now on a gurney. This powerful woman had her chest smashed up and had been impaled by presumably one of her own swords, and all because of one vicious lycan who was now roaming the streets of Drakborough. This lycan had to be brought to face justice, but what was Margaret to do against a beast who had laid low their strongest warrior? Her mind whirred in silent thought to the beat of her fingers against her hip as she stared at the gurney until it was out of sight.
When it was gone she whispered a prayer for her comrade and commander before turning to face where the majority of the carnage was being cleaned by a crew from the Church. When monsters caused severe damage to a community sometimes they would volunteer to help repair it in order to acquire some favor for the locals. Currently they were spelling some stubborn silver blades that were embedded in the wall. The wizards would tap the swords to melt them down into liquid silver to be siphoned into bottles. Maggie picked one of the intact swords up from off the ground. It still had blood from Selena’s arm on it which she wiped off with the sleeve of a robe from a still standing rack. As she did so she called out to nobody in particular. “Somebody get me the file on this monster, now.”
At first nobody moved. The present members of the Church weren’t sure what to make of this junior enforcer being in charge of the hunt for such a dangerous beast. The fact that Margaret was still here and not out walking the streets yet wasn’t helping such a thought, and she could see it in their eyes when she looked up. “I want to know everything I can about this beast before I go charging after it. The file please, now.” One man nodded and apparated away while Margaret tucked the sword into her belt. “And someone rope off all of these bloody areas. I’ll need them intact.”
As another Church member hurried to do as told Maggie walked towards the shopkeeper who had pacified slightly, though not of his own volition. She could see one of the Healers stoppering a calming draught and putting it back in a case. Margaret found it was easier to use a firm hand when getting information which is why she looked the addled shopkeeper straight in the eye with her own intense look. “Sir, I need you to tell me every detail about the fiend who was here and I need you to do it quickly.” Her tone was demanding and stern and she stared him down with an icy glare.