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"Blight Cairn?" Emmeline echoed, the phrase outside of her known vernacular. She wasn't a scholar, and her knowledge of magic was limited to what one might encounter in a city, not those that required massacres. The howling cries of the monstrous vampires echoed again, closer.
Emmeline was already holding a dying girl when the other two encountered the horrific scene. The woman was there prior to the attack, for the attack, and it was clear then that she was tired. She was following the trail of her missing brother, but now it was lost.
Her gaze simmered as she turned back toward the door. As before, she figured their best chance of survival would be to ensure they weren't over run. And that meant limiting the ways in which the monsters could break through to them--though hopefully a fire wouldn't be needed this time. There were less of the creatures this time and they had better odds, if one took fatigue out of the equation.
"Barricade?" she said, the suggestion barely in the air before she moved, leaning her blade against one of the walls as she began to move furniture. There were better options in the estate than there were in the inn, larger objects to push in front of doors and windows. The furniture scraped the floor, but soon it was drowned out by the creatures outside. They were loud, upon the home and then... gone. They moved beyond, their cries growing softer as they moved closer to town.
A puzzled expression crossed the woman's blood-spattered face. "Is that normal for these kinds?"
Emmeline was already holding a dying girl when the other two encountered the horrific scene. The woman was there prior to the attack, for the attack, and it was clear then that she was tired. She was following the trail of her missing brother, but now it was lost.
Her gaze simmered as she turned back toward the door. As before, she figured their best chance of survival would be to ensure they weren't over run. And that meant limiting the ways in which the monsters could break through to them--though hopefully a fire wouldn't be needed this time. There were less of the creatures this time and they had better odds, if one took fatigue out of the equation.
"Barricade?" she said, the suggestion barely in the air before she moved, leaning her blade against one of the walls as she began to move furniture. There were better options in the estate than there were in the inn, larger objects to push in front of doors and windows. The furniture scraped the floor, but soon it was drowned out by the creatures outside. They were loud, upon the home and then... gone. They moved beyond, their cries growing softer as they moved closer to town.
A puzzled expression crossed the woman's blood-spattered face. "Is that normal for these kinds?"