▬▬ι══════════════ι▬▬ A painfully public notice was slapped around the entirety of the city, trailing deep into the Underworld as well. ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ Who: The Oldritch, the Devourer of Dreams. the Horror. What: Beat and tear apart the creature. Take them in for higher authorities if such is desired. Evidence of either is required for payment. Description: Gorey voidling monster that frequents the Underworld and terrorizes the Overworld, can take on many enhanced formed like a large spider, or tentacle monster. Has sorcery based around chaos, gross. Very gross masses of decaying rot on them and the area in which they walk. Caution: Do not engage alone, do not let it contain you. Reward: 3,000(progression regals) + 500 regals. After completing this bounty, post a paper right below the notice to claim your reward. Otherwise, no particular signature was left behind. ^ Complete at your own risk. Spoiler: ooc If you are going after this bounty, please practice good roleplay ethics! Both in character and out, including on this post. POTENTIAL INTERESTS: @Yigit @NightLight12 @Mollymock @HuskyLeader @Anarchizm
A trail of smoke escaped the lips of a Lord who overlooked the parchment of paper and circled the price of the bounty with his clockwork pen. He wore a shrewd grin and looked down from the head of his table, calling out to the mercenaries who sat there with him, enjoying a feast prepared. With a gruff tone of voice, he bellowed out; "Let's get working, then! First one to catch the freak gets an extra grand from me!" With that, he set his sigg aside and took a sip from his goblet of wine, raising it up and saying; "Happy hunting." @Patsie @KadorThePotator @HuskyLeader @NightLight12 @Birdsfoot_Violet @Walrusaur_ @CanadianNeighbor @bahmGe
Damian just stopped as he'd be smoking. His good eye glanced to the left to notice the message before turning to read it. He'd take a puff from his smoke before speaking. "I just had a smoke with the lad.. seemed odd, but didn't refuse the smoke. Oh well.. I'll try to stay out of this one. Hopefully." And off the Archblood went.
A cloaked warrior would look upon the notice in silence. Removing the note from the wall, he would once again place it in his journal, and close it. Closing his eyes to compose himself, he turns to return back to his base of operations. “Time to get everyone together. This is going to be difficult.”
@Anarchizm Through the loose lips of commoners and the piercing winds of gossip, there was the hint of extra monetary value that was to be given upon hunting the beast. However, there seemed one ultimate pertinence behind it as he heard the words from the baron; a beast that not only could not be taken on alone, but seemed like quite the extravagant catch that was recommended for an entire band of mercenaries. Sitting within the dank depths of a cave, he sat alone though other Url within this place could hear his presence. With one hand resting on his chin, and the other to the edge of his seat as the dim light from above merely caused his features to trickle into sight. These thoughts infected his mind, calling louder and louder as he sat in a deafening silence that eventually became shouts that could damage one's poor thoughts. Lowering a hoof to the ground that falls to the stone below himself as if a hammer crashing against it, he stands from his place as the cold air goes in, then out from his snout as a warm and gentle breeze; its temperature risen from the lungs that began to take in a primal fervor. After a moment, his voice echoes through the stone and earth about himself as he speaks. "Sounds like it's time to put my hand forward as well." @bahmGe @CRASHIR @12wolfen15_ @WereNoodle After making his way to the city, he hears about an Archblood that boasts of smoking with the creature, and even giving it favoritism as he decides to not do anything about the creature. His face wrinkles in dissatisfaction, cold gaze looking back to his drink as the foam looks back as he shakes his head. Rumour has it that though his features remained stoic and unmoving, they had shifted to that of a father that heard his son was going to try and professionally unicycle for a living.
Slicking a finger over the notice, the digit trailed over each word as they held themselves with a terse expression; this was the second bounty they were duly given notice of, an earlier one issued in private - this was digressing, however. They thought back to the current bounty and curiously enough, wasn't interested in the sum. Their curiousity was directed to the person behind the bounty, murmurs escaping into the recesses of the sewers and, in eventuality, for all to hear. "Flesh. Void. So this is your Herald... of the Yawning Black." @3a_29
Moved with an undulating advancement forth towards one of the notices, the thing's movements hastened, already aware of the notion that they so held. Its body pulsed with an unnatural zeal, the enraptured flesh that coalesced about the upper form of the spasmodically twitching aberration weaving upon the outstretched limb like threads of flesh running upward to weave a tapestry upon a loom. The thing's blackened coals of eyes flicker over the texts like a whisping candle's flame, the vitriolic fuchsia pupils akin to a serpent's eyes darting their way over the bounty, repeatedly moving back over a particular line that so seemed to interest it, its body quivering with a silent laughter as aims to remove the notice entirely, "Who let the cat out of the bag...?" Oldritch twists around to face an un-present audience like a court jester, weaving its four hands about through the air as the clawed, taloned digits twiddle about in a little symphony of motions - as if scratching unto the air itself. "Very well... It issss within the naturessss of Man to sssscrape and toil for coin, coin that they sssshall not earn."
A Sihai Bloodcast read the notice with a blank gaze, his left arm resting upon the pommel of his sheathed blade as he spoke aloud, "Huh, perhaps it's time to start battling him once more.." he folded the notice and tucked it into his robes as he thought of the Bloodcasts that probably had nothing to do, "Mm.. perhaps they have nothing to do..? Most are schilders.. but they will be good assistance.." he went to find the people he thought of. @Cipherition @sarpbp @MolagBallin
A dark black colored Skeleton with shining blue eyes just watched him. Letting out an amused laughing sound. "These idiots have no idea what they're up against huh Dreams? Ghoul will be pissed to hear about this bounty. We'll get a group together of our own to fight these people off and set back up the scale. By the end of the day, we'll show all of them who is superior."
"Shit...Void protect you Amigo nothing I can do will save you. Void even if I could the bring the entire gang of Asaltador workers. They couldn't scratch the powers in this city so as the maximum goes: Some things are best left alone."
Upon hearing word from the Horror itself, Mirabella thrust forth a hand from beneath her gliding robes to clutch one of the notices tacked up with a foreign zeal, unbeknownst to an enemy and acquainted with a friend. The hand emitted a golden hued glow, akin to the golden hue of hot chaos pent up over the weeks. Her eyes scanned the page, flowered countenance taking on that of a defiant sneer. She cast away the page, crumpling it up and sending it on a journey though the murky waters of the Regalian Sewers, one which it would never return from. The climate around her seemingly dropped a few degrees — what once was a pleasant autumn day, now turned bitter as the rudimentary winters of November, so long as the the air remained around her. A cloud of odd shaped petals, wilted, corrupt in nature with the Void itself plunged from her person as anger built up. Anger, not for the notice itself nor for the safety of the Horror. No, anger for the oppressed, and anger for the oppressor. Her mind riddled in choked-out ivy all possibilities to find a means of ultimate end, end to all chaos amongst kin and allies within the Undercity, and those festering in the open wounds of the Overworld. “When the horizon draws its last breath, that will be the day I see an end to all of this.”
"Hmm. Maybe I should give bounty hunting a try. I liked the sewer spelunking we did with the Greywitches, ja?" asked the man, crouched over the Regalian Isle stream, peering behind him to a fox whom he had befriended and dubbed Max. Max simply tilted his head at the Ranger, and the man merely offered a smile and turned back to the stream, peering over the flyer which had found itself over to his stretch of the woods. He tucked it away, folding it neatly into squares, washing his hands in the stream, and moseyed off for Rothburg.
The Sihndar rattled her index claw against the purple hues of her cheek, tail whipping and coiling on behind. Her lips curled into a grin laced with a vengeful malice, as she called back towards her kinsfolk,"<Sihn> It seems the Spider Queen has gifted us this task across her Great Web. She looks favourably onto us, and has granted us this chance at revenge. Sharpen your Khoptars, dawn your Xavloays. We move immediately." @ZiggyStarDusted @xJ54x @The_Contessa @mayino @RadioMike99 @KadorThePotator @AnimalisticArts
While the knights and mercenaries of Regalia prepared to embark upon their new quest, and local warriors and hunters of all manner of nature sharpened their blades in preparation, a lonesome aberrant cloaked in dark robes came by the notice board on his white steed. The silver-haired warrior landed upon his armored heels, trudging forth and peering upon the details of the post with glowing eyes of Arkenic nature. At his approach, the onlookers of the notice board shimmied away cautiously from the towering aberrant. He did not seem to mind the prejudice. Upon taking in the details of the contract, a grunt was bellowed from the gravelly tones of the mutant, as his gloved hand reached forth to pluck himself one of the notices, rolling the parchment and tucking it into the leather satchel bound to his utility belt. The warrior turned and approached his trusty steed, launching himself back onto it's saddle, mounting the leather-geared horse and giving a yank to it's reins, starting to take off into the distance, long white hairs swinging about his head, his presence leaving behind an after-trail of Exist silver.
“You need not tell me twice.” The familiar purple tainted maraya flickered her violet gaze across the pamphlet as she responded to her mother. A rematch with the vile creature was imminent, bounty or not.
Keres Victoria leans back in her seat at the news of the bounty and shrugs, sipping her coffee. The badly scarred woman examined the parchment with a curious glint in her eye. "Don't do bounty hunting anymore, but godspeed to any taking this one. Though that horror both uneases me and often has me curious.,"
Pyrra cracked a long and thin-lipped grin "<Sihn> 'Bout time it was worth some gold...Let's do it for real this time."
A certain Void-mutated Kathar peered at the bounty with raised brows, a low grumble emitting from them as they'd snatch one of the notices, folding & pocketing it as they'd carry on.
Pinned beneath the bounty rest the bloody ear of Oldritch, sliced clean from their battered skull. Following the dried drool of ichor led to an equally bloody notice, stained by the prize that laid above it. In common, it stated clearly; Send payment to Petal Court Eight. Someone shall be waiting to receive. @mochalattes
If not already retrieved, the ear would be returned to its owner, yet not before the Void Demon took notice of the location in which the reward would be delivered too, a vehement twisting of malice wriggling through its body like intestinal parasites burrowing through its form, perforating forth fistulas and ruinous tunnels, "We were not expecting for but our ear to be accepted... Esssspecially conssssidering itssss humanoid sssstate..." And thus, the ear was refashioned to its head, the thing loosely reapplied by a woven knitting flesh as Oldritch aimed to crawl it's way back down into the depths of the sewers, in search to grant such certain piece of information to a certain Kathar... Petal Court Eight... @thundermember
