Wralandir – Blighted Woods – Kirkdale
Not saying “I told you so,” but definitely thinking it.
Friday – August 2 – 7961 – 3:00:00 a.m.
Nepthys, The Condemned
When she’d said “I know the Blighted Forest,” she had not intended to convey that she knew its every nook, cranny, and arboreal pathway. Her intent had been to specify that the was aware of its location, it’s lore, and several of the major landmarks within, including a derelict fey glen and a cursed lake, all of which she would be happy to steer her companions away from. But the fire-man in all his impulsiveness had declared her their guide through the woods, speaking over her muted protests that the paths in this place always changed, for the very soil was alive with dark magic, and more dead than living haunted the boughs.
She was unsurprised, however, that she was taking the blame for this. She always got blamed for things, regardless of whether they were her fault or not. She’d lost track of the cat-man and the lizard-woman some time ago, but they both seemed to have some legitimate claim to knowledge of the wild, and so it was that she travelled in the company of fire-man, song-man, and masked-man, wishing that, for once, someone would believe her when she said it wasn’t her fault, that no, she did not maliciously and purposefully confound them in this place, but that would require the ability to read thoughts, something that only she could do, since she would never complain aloud.
Apparently, fire-man was more upset than she’d thought, and the area about them exploded in a conflagration of flames shortly thereafter. Nephthys, herself immune to such damage, nevertheless stepped out of the way of a particularly large one and sighed quietly. Singing her clothing would be… unpleasant, and her flame-retardant capabilities did not extend to her cloth-and-leather trappings.
She spotted the cabin shortly afterwards, and though deeply suspicious of anything that showed up in this forest, pointed silently towards it. The rain was depressing, and she wanted to get out of it. Her normally relatively-sunny demeanor had been left at the forest’s edge; she did not like this place. Instead, she was patently miserable, but simply avoided speaking to impose as little as possible. She
needed to travel with these people- her life quite literally depended on it.
Bathe in the blood of the mighty… damn you. It was, of course, and entirely ineffectual curse on the likes of him, but she felt it necessary anyway.
Once inside the house, she sat as far away from fire-man as possible, hugging her knees to her chest and observing, golden eyes moving unabashedly from one soul to another. Her exposure to non-demons was greater than most from her homeland, but she had never met a werecat or a cindersoul, much less a… whatever masked-man was.
Lizard-woman joined them some time after, complaining of the violence of their passage, but Neph simply shrugged. “This one thinks your concern is misplaced. If any gods watched over this place before, they have long since abandoned it to the legions of the damned.”
Cat-man made his entrance shortly thereafter, in cat-shape, no less, his belongings carried between his bloodied jaws. Apparently, lizard-woman was not the only one that had been hunting. He disappeared into a small attached room for a moment, then reappeared, dressed in his usual fashion, and stretched languidly, propping himself into a corner from which he could see the door and had nothing but solid wall at his back. Song-man had arrayed a number of food items before them, and apparently fire-man was to cook their meat, though the request had pulled a knowing chuckle from cat-man. Did fire-man think himself above such uses? She would not guess otherwise, from what little she had seen of his demeanor.
“This one thanks you,” she said to song-man, selecting a couple of mushrooms, though she looked speculatively at them. Those two kinds were poisonous to humans, but she didn’t know about anyone else. She took them anyway, since at the very least cat-man and song-man might have difficulties with them. The rest, she either knew to be safe or had never seen before, so she’d have to trust her companion’s nature-knowledge.