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[Open] Send Shivers Down Your Spine
🧙 WHO: Zidane Tribal and You!
⚔️️ WHAT: Catch-all for October feat. Fighting, Quests, and Stealing... not in that order
🕒 WHEN: Throughout October until the next Event
🗺️ WHERE: New Camelot, Ruins of Celliwig, Forest of the Fallen
⚠️ WARNINGS: Violence in fighting, and blood might pop up. Other than that, not going into gory details I don't think.
I. Don't Lose Your
He knew some people came back to the Ruins that were once Celliwig, and he did too. While mainly to check up on them, make sure they had their own food or supplies if they intended on staying, he would then stay around to help recover bodies or build grave markers before heading back to New Camelot.
However, subsequent visits were... tense to put it mildly.
It's not the first time people had been scattered by the sound of hooves pounding against the dirt, the disembodied laughing, and blocking the Headless Horseman's swing as he attempted to behead one of the many visitors to Celliwig. Zidane's daggers hold and he managed to redirect the swing - at which, the horse reared and carried its rider away, but they'll be circling around. He never left after one clash.
Zidane took that moment to look back.
"Go! Hide!"
From fixing fences to building up bunk beds, he's becoming a pretty efficient at building things. It was always just whatever set they needed before and then those small repairs around the hideout, but hey, he didn't mind this. It's a repetitive task maybe, but it's keeping him busy and they were going to be used. Really, he was happy to be able to help out.
"Alright..." He wiped he forehead with a wide grin. "This one's all ready! Let's get to the next one!"
It made sense why the landlord had been tight-lipped about whatever occurred at his house now. Originally, Zidane had dealt with the gang that came to his new home saying he had to pay some 'protection fee'. Well, he said that hadn't been in the contract, had a fight break out, and left them in the dumpster where they belonged. After what happened in Celliwig and Lestari, he'd let refugees move into his home, completely forgetting about the gang before.
Imagine his surprise to see those two-bit wannabe thugs bothering the family he was housing - and then hearing how they did that to the whole neighborhood.
He's not exactly sure about this new gang forming, but at least they wanted to help the refugees. And hell, if it meant killing two birds with one stone - IE, dealing with that cheapass aristocrat that set up this gang for a little illegal tinder on the side, fine with him. Donning a new black cloak and mask, Zidane was gonna see this aristocrat and all his friends deciding to withhold aid were gonna pay their own dues.
[OOC: Open also to people who might be deciding to hustle refugees for protection fees because Zidane's not having that. And people who are Robin Hoods or trying to stop said Robin Hood types, let's go!]
The once Forest of the Felled was pretty much just as they'd left it after the encounter with the Stone Giant: too quiet save for the small fauna and wind. And seeing the Giant sit in slumber again just reminded him how they failed, but he digressed. They weren't here about that; they were here about removing wards that were now rendered pretty much useless.
All was going pretty well until the sun started to go down... and then things began to change. He felt the fur on his tail and hair on his neck rise, and eventually had to stop with his group.
Wait, group? But there'd been so many people moment's ago. How'd they get separated?
But he brought a hand to his dagger and prepared himself, the rotted stench of decay and death reaching his nose faster than whatever had started talking minutes before.
... The hell was that thing approaching them!?
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⚔️️ WHAT: Catch-all for October feat. Fighting, Quests, and Stealing... not in that order
🕒 WHEN: Throughout October until the next Event
🗺️ WHERE: New Camelot, Ruins of Celliwig, Forest of the Fallen
⚠️ WARNINGS: Violence in fighting, and blood might pop up. Other than that, not going into gory details I don't think.
I. Don't Lose Your Way Head
He knew some people came back to the Ruins that were once Celliwig, and he did too. While mainly to check up on them, make sure they had their own food or supplies if they intended on staying, he would then stay around to help recover bodies or build grave markers before heading back to New Camelot.
However, subsequent visits were... tense to put it mildly.
It's not the first time people had been scattered by the sound of hooves pounding against the dirt, the disembodied laughing, and blocking the Headless Horseman's swing as he attempted to behead one of the many visitors to Celliwig. Zidane's daggers hold and he managed to redirect the swing - at which, the horse reared and carried its rider away, but they'll be circling around. He never left after one clash.
Zidane took that moment to look back.
"Go! Hide!"
II. Bunker Down
From fixing fences to building up bunk beds, he's becoming a pretty efficient at building things. It was always just whatever set they needed before and then those small repairs around the hideout, but hey, he didn't mind this. It's a repetitive task maybe, but it's keeping him busy and they were going to be used. Really, he was happy to be able to help out.
"Alright..." He wiped he forehead with a wide grin. "This one's all ready! Let's get to the next one!"
III. A Quest from Locksley (mingled with Suns Out, Guns Out)
It made sense why the landlord had been tight-lipped about whatever occurred at his house now. Originally, Zidane had dealt with the gang that came to his new home saying he had to pay some 'protection fee'. Well, he said that hadn't been in the contract, had a fight break out, and left them in the dumpster where they belonged. After what happened in Celliwig and Lestari, he'd let refugees move into his home, completely forgetting about the gang before.
Imagine his surprise to see those two-bit wannabe thugs bothering the family he was housing - and then hearing how they did that to the whole neighborhood.
He's not exactly sure about this new gang forming, but at least they wanted to help the refugees. And hell, if it meant killing two birds with one stone - IE, dealing with that cheapass aristocrat that set up this gang for a little illegal tinder on the side, fine with him. Donning a new black cloak and mask, Zidane was gonna see this aristocrat and all his friends deciding to withhold aid were gonna pay their own dues.
[OOC: Open also to people who might be deciding to hustle refugees for protection fees because Zidane's not having that. And people who are Robin Hoods or trying to stop said Robin Hood types, let's go!]
IV. Forest of the Fachan
The once Forest of the Felled was pretty much just as they'd left it after the encounter with the Stone Giant: too quiet save for the small fauna and wind. And seeing the Giant sit in slumber again just reminded him how they failed, but he digressed. They weren't here about that; they were here about removing wards that were now rendered pretty much useless.
All was going pretty well until the sun started to go down... and then things began to change. He felt the fur on his tail and hair on his neck rise, and eventually had to stop with his group.
Wait, group? But there'd been so many people moment's ago. How'd they get separated?
But he brought a hand to his dagger and prepared himself, the rotted stench of decay and death reaching his nose faster than whatever had started talking minutes before.
... The hell was that thing approaching them!?
V. Wildcard
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As the Horseman regains their bearings from across the once-plaza, Somnus circles back around to Zidane, pulling at the reins to bring his horse to a stop. "To where are you directing the volunteers?"
It seems he's here to assist, or at least stave off the opponent as the others work.
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Looking up, he nods. "They already know where to go. Thing is, I can't tell you right now, and we can't let this guy try following."
There was only one place still standing that could well protect the volunteers. If the Headless Horseman got past them... it could become a massacre. That's the last thing they needed right now.
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"Then, we dispose of this creature."
With the volunteer now exiting the street, it leaves a relatively clear field for more unrestrained combat. Somnus' greatsword remains at his side, and with his other hand, he directs his horse to point towards the Horseman, who seems ready to engage in another joust.
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The problem with this guy was he kept managing to live. Even if the horse ran off with him, even if he just faded into nothing, his return was kind of inevitable... and annoying. But any creature probably missing its head gave a good indication to its frustrating resilience.
"We gotta drive him off before any of his friends decide to creep in."
Or, if they could figure out what they actually wanted, maybe he'd finally leave them alone. If only he'd stop lobbing off heads long enough... or could speak.
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"If he cannot be defeated, then we incapacitate or bind him. Look for steel rope. I shall occupy his blade."
These thoughts are brushed aside as the Horseman makes for another charge. Somnus readies his great sword and urges his own mount into a canter. The sound of steel against steel follows as they continue their battle.
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He'd completely forgotten about that. Ever since freeing the Knights when they got taken to that club, it'd been a fact he filed away and forgotten. However, now the issue would be finding any iron for that. Celliwig had been the city of fae, and as Zidane had noticed, they didn't want to keep anything less than silver around when it came to metal. Hell, the houses had been were in such the usual materials could be worked around.
He doesn't think that he'll find a steel rope, but...
He takes off because he knows how he might be able to gather metal to slow the guy down. He just hopes his new friend can keep him occupied long enough with that great sword.
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If and when he does, he'll see Somnus still occupying the Horseman in battle, although at this point the both of them have been forced off of their horses. Now he crosses blades with the Headless Not!Horseman, and he appears to be holding his own. Both the fae and Somnus bears some wounds. However, Somnus is but a human, and the fae is far mightier in strength. He can only hold out for so long.
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Coming back to find the battle was now on the ground, that would make it easier for him. He just needed to wait until their swords weren't clashed before he winds up and throws the first of many horseshoes he'd borrowed at the dark fae. Look, he'd help find the guy's head later, but he needed to not go around trying to cut off others.
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Somnus springs into action once more, stepping back and raising his hand to lift the horseshoes that have fallen onto the ground upward, straightening them outright via kinetic energy and twisting their ends together, forming a barbed rope of iron.
"It is over, spirit."
The whip lashes out mercilessly, striking the Horseman once and then ensnaring his torso and legs. With an agonizing cry, the bindings forcing him to collapse to the ground.
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Walking over, a fist on one hip and tossing another shoe up and down, and then twirling it around a finger, Zidane grins over at the older guy, setting aside that first issue for now.
"Hey, not a bad use of magic. I'll have to keep something like that in mind."
Who'd he would end up using it on first, who knows. Important thing was, now they had the chance to work on this.
"So... guess we outta clear up this head nonsense, right?"
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"We will no be able to retrieve answers from this fae."
He's headless. He cannot talk.
Somnus turns partway away from him, looking at Zidane instead. His expression remains unreadable and grim, despite the few cuts he's sustained upon his arm from the battle.
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Looking at the older guy again, he notes the cuts, and then turns, nodding like he already had something in mind.
"Let's get you healed, and I'll have a little chat with the folks waiting for the all clear. And if they don't know, guess I'll be asking around Camelot."
Again, he's not really mad at this guy for being sore over his head missing, but cutting off heads isn't getting his back anytime soon either.
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"Very well. Lead as you will."
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So, over to the in tact Diamond Falls they go, but there wasn't anything visible. Again, it was important to keep this shelter hidden because - well - they probably shouldn't be technically using it while it's not the solstice. Desperate times, and an emergency access to the crystal caverns beneath the Falls is a solution to put people out of danger's sight fast. Zidane had used it before for a quest, but now, the old guy would know where it was too.
Once they're in the caverns, their volunteers look up.
"Okay, we need a healer for him, and the idiot that decided to steal the Horseman's head."
Like seriously, that's not helping to keep him away. Let's have only the dark faes be an issue, thanks.
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When the boy finishes speaking, his eyes sweep over the crowd, looking for anyone who might appear suspicious. May their good senses see fit to return the missing head to end this farce. Unless the one who has taken the Horseman's head has used some sort of silence spell upon it, the missing head should be shrieking in pain from all of the iron trapping them or at the very least sound muffled from the thief's attempts to silence them.
In the meantime, a volunteer healer steps forward, and Somnus allows his shallow injuries to be tended.
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"Oookay, I guess you can keep the head and, you know, keep inviting this Horseman to come back and cut off more heads," Zidane says, sounding pretty nonchalant because that's really what's helping cause these continued attacks. "And I guess that'll mean more dark faeries will come around too and curse people who don't get away fast enough. I have things to do in New Camelot so I can't stay here all day, and he can't either."
He gestures over to his companion who's almost done getting healed.
"Anyway, I'll leave you guys to figure things out."
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Why on any Star would someone steal from such a fae, Somnus has no idea. His expression appears wholly unimpressed as he reaches for the bundle that is the dullahan's missing head.
"We are done here."
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"Yup! Thanks for helping us out."
Even if they were the ones who caused this whole mess. Nodding over to his buddy now all healed up and holding a head, he's ready to head back. And he'll lead the way out unless they started walking first.
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Now knowing the path, Somnus walks alongside the other instead of behind, and after a moment, his head tips a degree to the left. “I have my reservations that the fae will comply with a barter for his head to cease his assaults.”
Avalon’s people, both human and fae, seem capricious at best.
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There were some things he wanted to find out though before they did anything, and those things, he would have to ask the Horseman himself. But, you know, the head might be more willing to talk if he was in closer proximity of his body.
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Somnus merely holds the head, but he'll be observing how the youth conducts the negotiations.
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"Alright, head, meet your body, body, we got your head. We good and reacquainted? Awesome! Now we have a few questions before you're back together."
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At least the head appears cooperative now that he's able to see his headless body, crippled by barbed iron.
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And Zidane does have a few questions - mainly what was he, what was a Dullahan, and did he have to come to Celliwig? Apparently, the Horseman was an unseelie fae (oof, Zidane did not have a lot of positive interactions with them, but here they were again), a Dullahan was basically Death in a sense, and though he was drawn by the death in Celliwig, someone had taken his head and come this way.
"Oh... yeah, that last part makes sense." There was no point in him going to death when it already happened, but if he'd seen through his head the direction the thief (kidnapper? Is it kidnapping if it's just the head?) had run, going on a rampage to find it there checked out especially if he could only see other people to target. He looked over at the man. "So, you got any questions?"
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Then, to the dullahan, he speaks: "You will cease this death march, spirit, and return from whence you came. For five moons we shall hold your head. Prove that you will not slaughter another in this time, and it will be returned to you unscathed. Have we a bargain?"
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