Open Chronicles A Clan's Plan

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The fight with the golem was a hard one. The golem gave big, brutal blows, but Jaken always evaded them with his agility. He tried looking for a window to attack, but the golem showed him non of that. The impacts it gave made some impact on the ground, some kind of energy wave that made Jaken back off. He turned his head to the side, encountering a dagger going right for his eye. As a reflex, he caught it mid air. The wolf stared at it, a dagger that was medium in comparison with his huge hand. He looked at where the dagger came. Narn was there, almost defeated by the other golem, he was in danger. "God damnit." he grunted. The werewolf rolled around right before the golem ended his life with a brutal stomp. Afterwards, the wolf sprinted in 4 legs to help Narn, making its attacker back off with a flying side double kick. "Get up!" he yelled at Narn, extending his hand and helping the injured entity getting up back to its feet "You can't die. Or else, who is going to pay me?" Jaken looked around, encountering the two golems with their weapons, surrounding them, each in a 180 degrees position. "They are braindead." he whispered to Narn "They are stone, they don't have brain, they only follow their instincts of killing. Maybe there is something I can do about it." he forced the dagger back into Narn's hand, then back to cover its back "I may have to use Feral Mind. But I must warn you." the golems approached them slowly "I won't be here. The wolf spirit will take control over my mind and body. I may become extremely hostile with you. Only way to stop is to lose me, 'cause I doubt that you have anything to neutralize me. Lure me into the forest, and I'll find you when I turn back into human." the golems were a few meters away "You better hide, patch up if you have anything to cure your injuries. Warn Theo if you encounter him on your way" Jaken sent Narn away to hide in the trees as he slowly took breaths.
"Feral Mind." he thought.
Jaken felt it. His consciousness slowly fading away. It was like falling asleep. He heard the wolf's growls become louder and stronger within his mind. Out of nowhere, he could not feel his body, not anymore. It wasn't his body. Not for now. It was the wolf's.

The uncontrollable werewolf gave a loud and long howl.
 
Theo ducked behind a pillar as the crazed magician slashed at him with a knife. The man had been chasing Theo around his house for several minutes now, cackling like some mad alchemist all the while. Theo was short, but he was fast, and was able to climb, jump and tumble his way around the house without having to slow down too much. Every now and again he pulled a shelf over, or throw a pot at the man's head.

Nothing seemed to dissuade the strange man from poking Theo full of holes however, and eventually their game of cat and mouse came to an end at the end of a corridor which seemed to lead nowhere. The magician stalked closer to Theo, with a murderous look in his eyes, the dagger clutched in his hand shaking from excitement.

Theo looked left and right, unable to find an escape. He did however, feel the weight of the Clicker in his pocket and fished it out. The Magician looked down at the device and then at Theo, then down at the device again, then with a roar he leapt forward. Theo spun the wheel of the clicker but was knocked off his feet by the lunging man. Spurts of fire spot everywhere, the clicker spinning furiously as Theo tumbled away from the man who was now partially on fire. He braced himself against a wall and pointed the device at the man again, spinning the top. An unbroken torrent of fireballs erupted from its tip, engulfing the man who writhed around the floor, gibberish pouring from his burning lips.
 
Narn , hearing Jaken's words, and feeling his feelings, knew just how much he meant it. So it took the dagger back from Jaken and replied simply, "Of course."

It tucked the dagger into its sheath, and then turned its attention to the now burning manor. Leaving its shifting companion behind, it strode towards the flames. This was getting out of hand.
The Golems​

The beast before them shifted, changed. It was not a matter worth their note, the master was in danger. They turned to strike at the figure headed towards the villa, when Sword was brought to the ground, head slammed into the earth beneath it. Spear turned just in time to catch the now savage werewolf with the tip. Jaken (or what was Jaken) didn't even slow. Indeed there was two feet of spear length out his back, but the beast cared not. It simply wanted to kill, and this proved a worthy challenge. Even when Sword came to slash him from behind, he didn't slow his attack. He ripped the sword from the golem's grip after one or two slashes connected, and then broke off one of Spear's arms, all the while taking blows. Ultimately, neither side was gaining much ground, and it soon became apparent: neither side was about to.
Darius, the Mad​

As the flames lapped at his flesh, blistering and popping, he knew that this was the end, deep down he knew. But with all the plots running amok in his head as he pressed the mask with all his might, is how Halfling insides might look. He pushed from his position on the floor and stabbed at the cornered Halfling...and caught a hand instead of a face. Disappointing. And then, Peace...Agony...a hand reached through the flames and took the mask from him, seemingly uncaring for the flames that now clung to the hand. "Thank...you..."

And with the silent crackling of his flesh, he expired.
Brushing out the flames that touched it, Narn then helped Theo to his feet and examined the wound. It was clean through, the dagger still remaining. With a delicate yet swift stroke, Narn pulled the dagger from the wound, eliciting a slight whimper. Then he pulled a cloth and tightly bound the hand. "We must go, Theo. Jaken has embraced the wolf to ensure our victory here, but we cannot remain. He will find us after he finds his reason. He can smell gold after all." Then, tucking Darius' dagger in Theo's belt, it said, "A small token to remember him by, it is of some magical value."

And with that, the pair scurried out to the woods to await the return of their companion.

The Golems
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Mid-throws of combat, the beast and the golems were tearing each other apart. Jaken bled profusely from several new wounds, a broken shaft of a spear still protruding from his chest, which heaved heavily. The golems fared no better, both without at least one limb, and all others mangled beyond repair. The three were in a massive pile of blood and rocks, when suddenly the golems stopped. Motionless, they were thoroughly destroyed my the enraged werewolf, a task that took far too long in its eyes. And it was out for blood...
 
Jaken is not here.
The Wolf is.
The Wolf had finally ended the two stone golems, it ended up wounded, however, it didn't cared. The Wolf did not cared for anything but the kill. The fight had left its body in a rough situation, almost giving up and rest on the ground, but then, something caught its attention: a smell. A smell that it cherished: blood. The scent was coming from inside the burning building. Without giving a second thought, the Wolf jumped inside the manor, not caring if the fire was a disturbance, let alone that its fur kept it warm, the fire was adding to its body temperature. But it would be a quick feast. There was man on the floor, burning.
Crispy...

The Wolf dug its fangs into a non-burning part: his stomach. With all the experience it had, it knew that the stomach was one of the most tender places of the body, no exception; human, animals, monsters. In all the creatures he had feasted on, the stomach was the best part. The intestines were there, pancreas, liver, kidneys. Everything the Wolf enjoyed, crammed in a single place. But the fire kept growing. So many snacks, so little time. The Wolf picked another scent, this one fresher than the man's. It saw blood on the ground. Fresh blood. The Wolf approached it like a predator, slowly walking on four paws towards it. It sniffed the small puddle of blood. Then, a trail of sccent caught its nose. It went outside the manor, to the forest. A prey in the forest: its favorite sport. The forest was full of objects to hide, for the prey, that is. That would make hunting for the Wolf a million times more fun.

The Wolf leaped outside a broken window and sprinted towards the scent he caught, leaving the manor to break in its own withered weight due to the fire.

The Wolf was on a hunt.
 
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Theoderic ran through the trees, a distant howling coming from behind him. Every now and again he would glance back and see a dark shape moving through the trees, and from time to time, the familiar shape of Narn. He dared not call out, should the wolfman find him. His curiosity of werekind was now satisfied, and he no longer wanted anything to do with the beast.

After some time he stumbled back out onto the path they had taken to the manor, which was now nothing more than a column of smoke up the track. Their mounts were nearby, and Theo made a break form the trees to his pony which he untied from a nearby branch, turned and around and spurred onwards. "I really hope Narn is okay..."
 
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Sometime later, in a bar outside of Alliria...

Theo sat at an outer table, pipe in hand, and mulling over the burned manor in the woods, the insane wizard who clung to life despite the flames than had consumed more robust individuals in the past, and finally his ally turned hunter and the fearful chase through the woods and hills. He had been able to make it out of those woods sans a werewolf, but sans his employer as well. But, he had jobs that had ended worse. As he was about to stand and pay for his meal, a wrapped parcel was dropped onto the table, making a hollow wooden sound as it was.

"As agreed in payment. One of its masques."

The familiar voice gave way to familiar form, as Narn situated itself across the table from Theo. The clothes and armor that had been damaged were replaced, but Theo could place a limp when he say one. His former employer not quite whole yet.

"Do not where it overmuch, but it will provide a sense of alertness and caution. Best used when you will need an edge, but never regularly. It thinks you know the risks of over-use."
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In the woods...

Jaken awoke to find himself nude, as he often did after such an episode, somewhere in the woods near Aliiria. He could tell by the smell of the air and the make of the plants around him. Definitely the right region. Nearby, he saw a horse tethered to a tree, and his gear neatly packed into the saddlebags. An exception being several sets of clothing, most being over-sized. And beside all this, there was a con purse filled to the brim. No notes,but it seemed quite the sum, and at the bottom, a ruby the size of a child's fist.
 
Jaken woke up naked in the forest. It seemed that he made it. He survived the golems' attack. He knew he would do it, but, he wasn't expecting to get off without any injuries afterwards. "Good job wolfy." he said to himself "You earned a night out."

He walked in the woods, following a scent of burnt wood. He found the manor the team had fought on. Burnt to the ground, the statue's on the floor, immobile, not reacting to the slighest breeze "You did this?" he asked himself, knowing the the Wolf would not respond him "God damn. You are savage" Not far from there, he saw a horse tied up to a tree, with the saddle bags full. He checked in to be sure, all his equipment and clothes were there. He did not hesitate to dress back on. His clothes were as comfortable as they always were. There was another bag, an additional one. He inspected it and found his reward. A ruby, the size of small fist.

Jaken laughed, got on the horse and rode off for the next bounty.
"Narn, you rich motherfu-


THE END​
 
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