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@100daysinaminecraftnightmare
INTRO!
Hey everyone! The name's Avid!
I just spent 100 days in an absolute nightmare. I'm currently in limbo. It's- kinda spooky here? Uh- you guys send in asks- distract me from this hell- uhm- limbo.
THIS BLOG IS DISCONTINUED.
I made some custom Bannerfall Achievements for the lols !
inspired by the custom vsmp achievements someone made a while back ^-^
"HELLO-?"
Ren had been in his cabin, trying to calm down from the chaos of earlier, until the loud voice broke through the trees. Avid- but- something sounds off. Avid sounds- scared, and- lost.
"Hello-?! Is anyone there?!?" Avid yells again.
Ren glances out his window, and finally spots Avid. But- once again, something's wrong. Avid's clearly been through something, scratches on his right cheek, a plaster on his left and a scar under the same eye.
There's no sign of the green vest, the bandages that are usually around his neck, or the quiver full of silver-tipped arrows. Instead, on top of his white shirt, there's a brown cloak, which looks like something from Drift's closet, and a black sash under is, draping the opposite way the strap of the usual quiver would.
Beige pants instead of black, and dark brown converses in place of his usual black boots.
It could be passed off as something taken from Drift's wardrobe. Maybe- maybe Avid needed to wash all his clothes- but the state of these ones make it seem unlikely. They're tattered and torn in places, showing scars littered across every inch of exposed skin. Hell- there's even burn marks on 'Avid's' legs!
It'd be almost impossible for anyone to get this beat up in such a short span of time, even for Avid. So- if this isn't Avid,
Then who is this?
- @100daysinaminecraftnightmare
For Renhardt to not believe in the supernatural would be to deny his own past — to deny what the witch has done to him, to deny what his own voice has become, to deny everything that has been leading him to his present. As optymistic and hopeful he tries to be, despite his age, he is aware that there might be more supernatural hiding between shadows. More than his old eyes can notice and way more than he will ever have a chance to understand.
But now he isn't all alone against the cruel world he can't understand. People of Oakhurts are his friends, companions in this fight of light and darkness, people he must protect like a hound protecting his human. And sometimes the hound leaps foward, meaning to defeat the danger before there's a chance of it causing any harm to the unsuspecting owner.
So when a horrible, terrible creature, claiming to have a face of his friend, comes knocking on his door, he must trap it, learn what it is and most importantly, discover how to kill it.
"Young Avid, what has happened to you?!", he yells back, running out of his cabin to meet the injured man. The curse has notes of blessings in it — it covers up pretty well when his voice would ring false notes of lies. "You look like you've went through depths of hell itself seven times at least, don'cha know?"
He gives the creature a hand, letting it lean on him for support. His face looks worried, his actions seem genuine. He might be no doctor, but he is the one able to give strenght in just few words, like a preacher during a sermon. He is the one ready to protect and help with his life, no matter how dire situation seems.
"Uh- hello-?" Avid mumbles, brows furrowed. "Sorry- you're the second person to know me by name-" He steps back a bit, then registers what Ren said. "Uhm- I mean, I technically went through hell, but uhm- that's not important."
"This is Oakhurst, right-?" He asks, head tilting, gaze flicking around.
He seems to inspect the cabin, and his eyes widen slightly. "Did you make this cabin? It's really well built!"
It is no surprise to him that the creature does not recognize him, yet it is a relief. It means it only took poor Avid's face, not his soul and memories too. Whenever it is possession or shapeshifting, Avid is there somewhere, burried deep below or trapped somewhere outside. Waiting to be saved. Running out of time.
"Oakhurts is near, but yer wounds are too severe to walk there, don'cha know?" He continued, his voice mimicking a father scoulding uncareful child. Not that he had one to know first-hand how one should sound.
He couldn't understand why the creature wasn't taking his hand. Maybe it's power was related to the touch, and it didn't wanted to reveal itself yet? Or maybe a human touch was the trigger to reveal its true nature. Whatever it could be, Renhardt was still offering his support, keeping the guard high.
"I have built it indeed, thank ye very much", he added, slowly starting to lead the creature towards his front porch. He knew that between the planks were jammed shards of silver — they caused no harm to him or his human companions, but should stop a vampire from standing tall there. They'll see if it will stop this creature too. "I have a few bandages inside, I'll treat yer wounds."
Avid's confused. Who is this strange man who knows him by face and name? And what was up with his accent? It's- unique, to say the least. He can't quite place it, it sounds like a mix of a couple different accents, and it's kind of throwing him off. How come everyone he's met so far in this place has something off about them?
He looks back over at Ren at the unspoken invitation. "Oh- thank you!" He grins, purple eyes sparkling. He steps over the silver, glancing down at it with wide eyes. "Whoa- that's a lot of silver, where'd you find all that?" He asks, poking at the offending ore.
So not a vampire, but definitely not from anywhere around here.
The creature's words are perplexing him — he wonders whenever it's really clueless about the origin of the silver, the strenght the Oakhurts holds together against whicked creatures or is just playing dumb.
If it is the first option, then what could its motives be? Is it trying to bring his guard down, get his compassion and help? May it be a... harmless creature, however weird that sentence sounds in his own thought? A friendly one, despite its nature, actually wishing well and hoping to be met woth humanity and help?
Because, if it was just playing him, wouldn't it know more and better? Wouldn't it praise him for precautions taken or try to laugh at him for believing in what used to be no more than fairy tales? It wouldn't be in character for young Avid, but this creature has shown already it does not possess its memories. It might be playing completely different persona, hoping face enough will be enough to fool him.
Maybe it is just not doing too much of a good job of tricking him.
"Oh, it was given to me, don'cha know?", he nods, taking note in his head how each piece of silver slammered between wooden blanks reflects last beams of sun's warm evening light. For any flying creature it should be a warning that this household is protected against the wicked. Seems this creature is either not understanding the message, hiding any reaction or ignoring the warning.
He opens the door, but lets the creature come in first, like a welcomed, awaited guest. The inside is not a display of luxury, but one of comfort — a humble kitchen on the right, a burning fireplace on the left and a small sitting area around a harsh carpet in the centre. It is no place worth of a nobleman, but one worth of honest men, waiting to be filled with sounds of laughter and conversations. The smell of oak and spruce still hangs high in the air, bringing back memories of places he've been to before he has chosen the life in the wild.
"Sit whenever ye'd like, me laddie", he smiles and gestures inside. He's already looking where his steps will take him: a small cabinet on the right of the cooking area is filled with a few bandages and the most common herbs inside. He might be no doctor, but he is a man capable of taking care of himself when in need. He wouldn't survive a month in the wilderness without knowing how to care for his own wounds, not talking about whole two years.
Avid quickly sits down on a seat as close to the fireplace, warming his hands up. It's been a good while since he's experienced proper warmth, so the heat is welcome. "Thanks." He says, a leg bouncing.
He glances over at Ren, and asks, "How come you live outside of the town? Did you not like it?"
Avid doesn't understand why this strange- but kind man wouldn't live in the town with everyone else. If he was in the man's shoes, he would be in town, socialising, enjoying the company. Granted, he has been alone for questionable amount of years, how long has it been? when was the last time he even had a conversation with a person? he isn't sure, the years down in that purgatory blurred together, he lost count after the sixth year-
He shakes himself from those thoughts, blinking rapidly from where he had ended up staring into the crackling fire. He was hoping the warmth would stop him from thinking about that place.
"Oh... I don't think I asked what your name was?"
He watches the creature's actions closely from behind, as he reaches for the medicine of simple men. It's strange — he thought he would be able to notice any strange behaviour from it, but it seems... perfectly human for now. Even the movement of the trembling leg, he is pretty sure he saw of real Avid before. How come it copied his behaviour so well, yet know nothing about the surroundings?
Is it its goal? To use him for bits of knowledge to fit in better, then kill him off or take his face next? He must be even more careful of his words then. The creature knows he knows its face — it is probably aware he is suspicious. He's not sure if words alone can get him out of this alive.
"Well, I am an elder man, don'cha know?" He sounds like a perfect victim, all old, weak, and alone. Leaving details of his strength out may be a smart choice — if the creature believes him as easy target, overconfidence may overtake it, leaving him more chances to win. "The bustling and rustling of the city is just too much for me these days. The quiet of the outside is much more pleasant."
He gives the medicine cabinet one last look before closing it. Unfortunately, he has no poison there that he could pass as a natural treatment. They all sting at first, it wouldn't make much difference, and it could weaken the creature significantly. He can only hope the actual medicine will be somehow harmful to it, but he doubts.
"You may call me Mr. R", he says, as his own pulse suddenly rings louder in his ears from the lie. Or a simple inspiration, perhaps? No matter what, it leaves a bitter taste on his own cursed tongue.
He finally comes closer to the creature, calming down his breath, as the reality of the situation he led to has dawned upon him. Even if he's doing it for Oakhurst, he is all alone in this fight. Possibly his last one. He needs to focus to not show his own hands trembling and sweating, although the second atribute can be blamed on the fireplace.
"Now. What has happened to ye?" He sits next to the creature, unwinding one of the bandages. He isn't sure if the creature will let him bandage itself or if it will take care of it itself — he must wait for its reaction. "Whatever you've encountered, we must know about it, don'cha know? Everyone should be more careful if there's more danger lurking in the trees."
"It's- they're all old wounds." Avid mumbles, letting this 'Mr. R' unwrap his bandages. He knows how bad his skin looks underneath it. Tattered and patterned by old scrapes, scratches and blast wounds. The damage is- horrible.
He freezes slightly as Ren unwraps the bandages, unsure of what to do. It's been a long while since he's seen an actual person- hell, even felt a human touch. To Ren, it's clear Avid's been through something horrific. It's covered in scars, blackened skin surrounding festering wounds. "Creatures of the night is right." Avid mumbles, looking at the scars. "Y'know- skeletons, zombies, vampires- these weird blob things that look like innards-"
@the-cursed-tongue pspsps idk if youre doing this anymore but hiii :3
A luminescent moth flutters near Avid.
Heyyyy buddy! How you doin? Haven't gone insane yet?
Avid yelps, almost jumping out of his skin, whipping around to stare at the glowing moth. "Wha- who are you!? How- how are you speaking-?"
He then seems to register the question, and squints at the moth. "I thought I was fine- but now I'm not so sure..."
Nahhhh you're fine! ( ^▽-)✧
"You're a- a talking moth- what do you mean I'm fine? Am I hallucinating? What's going on-?"
The moth is still in the air for a moment. Like an image pauses if not for the shifting of its light. Not a flutter of wings to keep itself in the air, or a twitch of its fluffy antenae. Before it moves again, landing on Avid's nose.
( ╹v╹ )
I'm simply a being beyond your comprehension! ( ^▽^ )
I just look like a moth so you don't start questioning everything you've ever known! ( ^ v ^ )
We wouldn't want that! We like you too much for that! ( ^▽^ )*.✧
Avid blinks in surprise, eyes going crossed to look at the little glowing moth. His brows furrow, and he mumbles, "So- so you're some kind of higher being? And- what do you mean 'we'?"
A luminescent moth flutters near Avid.
Heyyyy buddy! How you doin? Haven't gone insane yet?
Avid yelps, almost jumping out of his skin, whipping around to stare at the glowing moth. "Wha- who are you!? How- how are you speaking-?"
He then seems to register the question, and squints at the moth. "I thought I was fine- but now I'm not so sure..."
Nahhhh you're fine! ( ^▽-)✧
"You're a- a talking moth- what do you mean I'm fine? Am I hallucinating? What's going on-?"
A luminescent moth flutters near Avid.
Heyyyy buddy! How you doin? Haven't gone insane yet?
Avid yelps, almost jumping out of his skin, whipping around to stare at the glowing moth. "Wha- who are you!? How- how are you speaking-?"
He then seems to register the question, and squints at the moth. "I thought I was fine- but now I'm not so sure..."
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Hi
"Oh- uhm- hello-?"
Avid isn't quite sure how people keep getting into the void, but... company's company... he won't complain...
"HELLO-?"
Ren had been in his cabin, trying to calm down from the chaos of earlier, until the loud voice broke through the trees. Avid- but- something sounds off. Avid sounds- scared, and- lost.
"Hello-?! Is anyone there?!?" Avid yells again.
Ren glances out his window, and finally spots Avid. But- once again, something's wrong. Avid's clearly been through something, scratches on his right cheek, a plaster on his left and a scar under the same eye.
There's no sign of the green vest, the bandages that are usually around his neck, or the quiver full of silver-tipped arrows. Instead, on top of his white shirt, there's a brown cloak, which looks like something from Drift's closet, and a black sash under is, draping the opposite way the strap of the usual quiver would.
Beige pants instead of black, and dark brown converses in place of his usual black boots.
It could be passed off as something taken from Drift's wardrobe. Maybe- maybe Avid needed to wash all his clothes- but the state of these ones make it seem unlikely. They're tattered and torn in places, showing scars littered across every inch of exposed skin. Hell- there's even burn marks on 'Avid's' legs!
It'd be almost impossible for anyone to get this beat up in such a short span of time, even for Avid. So- if this isn't Avid,
Then who is this?
- @100daysinaminecraftnightmare
For Renhardt to not believe in the supernatural would be to deny his own past — to deny what the witch has done to him, to deny what his own voice has become, to deny everything that has been leading him to his present. As optymistic and hopeful he tries to be, despite his age, he is aware that there might be more supernatural hiding between shadows. More than his old eyes can notice and way more than he will ever have a chance to understand.
But now he isn't all alone against the cruel world he can't understand. People of Oakhurts are his friends, companions in this fight of light and darkness, people he must protect like a hound protecting his human. And sometimes the hound leaps foward, meaning to defeat the danger before there's a chance of it causing any harm to the unsuspecting owner.
So when a horrible, terrible creature, claiming to have a face of his friend, comes knocking on his door, he must trap it, learn what it is and most importantly, discover how to kill it.
"Young Avid, what has happened to you?!", he yells back, running out of his cabin to meet the injured man. The curse has notes of blessings in it — it covers up pretty well when his voice would ring false notes of lies. "You look like you've went through depths of hell itself seven times at least, don'cha know?"
He gives the creature a hand, letting it lean on him for support. His face looks worried, his actions seem genuine. He might be no doctor, but he is the one able to give strenght in just few words, like a preacher during a sermon. He is the one ready to protect and help with his life, no matter how dire situation seems.
"Uh- hello-?" Avid mumbles, brows furrowed. "Sorry- you're the second person to know me by name-" He steps back a bit, then registers what Ren said. "Uhm- I mean, I technically went through hell, but uhm- that's not important."
"This is Oakhurst, right-?" He asks, head tilting, gaze flicking around.
He seems to inspect the cabin, and his eyes widen slightly. "Did you make this cabin? It's really well built!"
It is no surprise to him that the creature does not recognize him, yet it is a relief. It means it only took poor Avid's face, not his soul and memories too. Whenever it is possession or shapeshifting, Avid is there somewhere, burried deep below or trapped somewhere outside. Waiting to be saved. Running out of time.
"Oakhurts is near, but yer wounds are too severe to walk there, don'cha know?" He continued, his voice mimicking a father scoulding uncareful child. Not that he had one to know first-hand how one should sound.
He couldn't understand why the creature wasn't taking his hand. Maybe it's power was related to the touch, and it didn't wanted to reveal itself yet? Or maybe a human touch was the trigger to reveal its true nature. Whatever it could be, Renhardt was still offering his support, keeping the guard high.
"I have built it indeed, thank ye very much", he added, slowly starting to lead the creature towards his front porch. He knew that between the planks were jammed shards of silver — they caused no harm to him or his human companions, but should stop a vampire from standing tall there. They'll see if it will stop this creature too. "I have a few bandages inside, I'll treat yer wounds."
Avid's confused. Who is this strange man who knows him by face and name? And what was up with his accent? It's- unique, to say the least. He can't quite place it, it sounds like a mix of a couple different accents, and it's kind of throwing him off. How come everyone he's met so far in this place has something off about them?
He looks back over at Ren at the unspoken invitation. "Oh- thank you!" He grins, purple eyes sparkling. He steps over the silver, glancing down at it with wide eyes. "Whoa- that's a lot of silver, where'd you find all that?" He asks, poking at the offending ore.
So not a vampire, but definitely not from anywhere around here.
The creature's words are perplexing him — he wonders whenever it's really clueless about the origin of the silver, the strenght the Oakhurts holds together against whicked creatures or is just playing dumb.
If it is the first option, then what could its motives be? Is it trying to bring his guard down, get his compassion and help? May it be a... harmless creature, however weird that sentence sounds in his own thought? A friendly one, despite its nature, actually wishing well and hoping to be met woth humanity and help?
Because, if it was just playing him, wouldn't it know more and better? Wouldn't it praise him for precautions taken or try to laugh at him for believing in what used to be no more than fairy tales? It wouldn't be in character for young Avid, but this creature has shown already it does not possess its memories. It might be playing completely different persona, hoping face enough will be enough to fool him.
Maybe it is just not doing too much of a good job of tricking him.
"Oh, it was given to me, don'cha know?", he nods, taking note in his head how each piece of silver slammered between wooden blanks reflects last beams of sun's warm evening light. For any flying creature it should be a warning that this household is protected against the wicked. Seems this creature is either not understanding the message, hiding any reaction or ignoring the warning.
He opens the door, but lets the creature come in first, like a welcomed, awaited guest. The inside is not a display of luxury, but one of comfort — a humble kitchen on the right, a burning fireplace on the left and a small sitting area around a harsh carpet in the centre. It is no place worth of a nobleman, but one worth of honest men, waiting to be filled with sounds of laughter and conversations. The smell of oak and spruce still hangs high in the air, bringing back memories of places he've been to before he has chosen the life in the wild.
"Sit whenever ye'd like, me laddie", he smiles and gestures inside. He's already looking where his steps will take him: a small cabinet on the right of the cooking area is filled with a few bandages and the most common herbs inside. He might be no doctor, but he is a man capable of taking care of himself when in need. He wouldn't survive a month in the wilderness without knowing how to care for his own wounds, not talking about whole two years.
Avid quickly sits down on a seat as close to the fireplace, warming his hands up. It's been a good while since he's experienced proper warmth, so the heat is welcome. "Thanks." He says, a leg bouncing.
He glances over at Ren, and asks, "How come you live outside of the town? Did you not like it?"
Avid doesn't understand why this strange- but kind man wouldn't live in the town with everyone else. If he was in the man's shoes, he would be in town, socialising, enjoying the company. Granted, he has been alone for questionable amount of years, how long has it been? when was the last time he even had a conversation with a person? he isn't sure, the years down in that purgatory blurred together, he lost count after the sixth year-
He shakes himself from those thoughts, blinking rapidly from where he had ended up staring into the crackling fire. He was hoping the warmth would stop him from thinking about that place.
"Oh... I don't think I asked what your name was?"
He watches the creature's actions closely from behind, as he reaches for the medicine of simple men. It's strange — he thought he would be able to notice any strange behaviour from it, but it seems... perfectly human for now. Even the movement of the trembling leg, he is pretty sure he saw of real Avid before. How come it copied his behaviour so well, yet know nothing about the surroundings?
Is it its goal? To use him for bits of knowledge to fit in better, then kill him off or take his face next? He must be even more careful of his words then. The creature knows he knows its face — it is probably aware he is suspicious. He's not sure if words alone can get him out of this alive.
"Well, I am an elder man, don'cha know?" He sounds like a perfect victim, all old, weak, and alone. Leaving details of his strength out may be a smart choice — if the creature believes him as easy target, overconfidence may overtake it, leaving him more chances to win. "The bustling and rustling of the city is just too much for me these days. The quiet of the outside is much more pleasant."
He gives the medicine cabinet one last look before closing it. Unfortunately, he has no poison there that he could pass as a natural treatment. They all sting at first, it wouldn't make much difference, and it could weaken the creature significantly. He can only hope the actual medicine will be somehow harmful to it, but he doubts.
"You may call me Mr. R", he says, as his own pulse suddenly rings louder in his ears from the lie. Or a simple inspiration, perhaps? No matter what, it leaves a bitter taste on his own cursed tongue.
He finally comes closer to the creature, calming down his breath, as the reality of the situation he led to has dawned upon him. Even if he's doing it for Oakhurst, he is all alone in this fight. Possibly his last one. He needs to focus to not show his own hands trembling and sweating, although the second atribute can be blamed on the fireplace.
"Now. What has happened to ye?" He sits next to the creature, unwinding one of the bandages. He isn't sure if the creature will let him bandage itself or if it will take care of it itself — he must wait for its reaction. "Whatever you've encountered, we must know about it, don'cha know? Everyone should be more careful if there's more danger lurking in the trees."
"It's- they're all old wounds." Avid mumbles, letting this 'Mr. R' unwrap his bandages. He knows how bad his skin looks underneath it. Tattered and patterned by old scrapes, scratches and blast wounds. The damage is- horrible.
He freezes slightly as Ren unwraps the bandages, unsure of what to do. It's been a long while since he's seen an actual person- hell, even felt a human touch. To Ren, it's clear Avid's been through something horrific. It's covered in scars, blackened skin surrounding festering wounds. "Creatures of the night is right." Avid mumbles, looking at the scars. "Y'know- skeletons, zombies, vampires- these weird blob things that look like innards-"
"HELLO-?"
Ren had been in his cabin, trying to calm down from the chaos of earlier, until the loud voice broke through the trees. Avid- but- something sounds off. Avid sounds- scared, and- lost.
"Hello-?! Is anyone there?!?" Avid yells again.
Ren glances out his window, and finally spots Avid. But- once again, something's wrong. Avid's clearly been through something, scratches on his right cheek, a plaster on his left and a scar under the same eye.
There's no sign of the green vest, the bandages that are usually around his neck, or the quiver full of silver-tipped arrows. Instead, on top of his white shirt, there's a brown cloak, which looks like something from Drift's closet, and a black sash under is, draping the opposite way the strap of the usual quiver would.
Beige pants instead of black, and dark brown converses in place of his usual black boots.
It could be passed off as something taken from Drift's wardrobe. Maybe- maybe Avid needed to wash all his clothes- but the state of these ones make it seem unlikely. They're tattered and torn in places, showing scars littered across every inch of exposed skin. Hell- there's even burn marks on 'Avid's' legs!
It'd be almost impossible for anyone to get this beat up in such a short span of time, even for Avid. So- if this isn't Avid,
Then who is this?
- @100daysinaminecraftnightmare
For Renhardt to not believe in the supernatural would be to deny his own past — to deny what the witch has done to him, to deny what his own voice has become, to deny everything that has been leading him to his present. As optymistic and hopeful he tries to be, despite his age, he is aware that there might be more supernatural hiding between shadows. More than his old eyes can notice and way more than he will ever have a chance to understand.
But now he isn't all alone against the cruel world he can't understand. People of Oakhurts are his friends, companions in this fight of light and darkness, people he must protect like a hound protecting his human. And sometimes the hound leaps foward, meaning to defeat the danger before there's a chance of it causing any harm to the unsuspecting owner.
So when a horrible, terrible creature, claiming to have a face of his friend, comes knocking on his door, he must trap it, learn what it is and most importantly, discover how to kill it.
"Young Avid, what has happened to you?!", he yells back, running out of his cabin to meet the injured man. The curse has notes of blessings in it — it covers up pretty well when his voice would ring false notes of lies. "You look like you've went through depths of hell itself seven times at least, don'cha know?"
He gives the creature a hand, letting it lean on him for support. His face looks worried, his actions seem genuine. He might be no doctor, but he is the one able to give strenght in just few words, like a preacher during a sermon. He is the one ready to protect and help with his life, no matter how dire situation seems.
"Uh- hello-?" Avid mumbles, brows furrowed. "Sorry- you're the second person to know me by name-" He steps back a bit, then registers what Ren said. "Uhm- I mean, I technically went through hell, but uhm- that's not important."
"This is Oakhurst, right-?" He asks, head tilting, gaze flicking around.
He seems to inspect the cabin, and his eyes widen slightly. "Did you make this cabin? It's really well built!"
It is no surprise to him that the creature does not recognize him, yet it is a relief. It means it only took poor Avid's face, not his soul and memories too. Whenever it is possession or shapeshifting, Avid is there somewhere, burried deep below or trapped somewhere outside. Waiting to be saved. Running out of time.
"Oakhurts is near, but yer wounds are too severe to walk there, don'cha know?" He continued, his voice mimicking a father scoulding uncareful child. Not that he had one to know first-hand how one should sound.
He couldn't understand why the creature wasn't taking his hand. Maybe it's power was related to the touch, and it didn't wanted to reveal itself yet? Or maybe a human touch was the trigger to reveal its true nature. Whatever it could be, Renhardt was still offering his support, keeping the guard high.
"I have built it indeed, thank ye very much", he added, slowly starting to lead the creature towards his front porch. He knew that between the planks were jammed shards of silver — they caused no harm to him or his human companions, but should stop a vampire from standing tall there. They'll see if it will stop this creature too. "I have a few bandages inside, I'll treat yer wounds."
Avid's confused. Who is this strange man who knows him by face and name? And what was up with his accent? It's- unique, to say the least. He can't quite place it, it sounds like a mix of a couple different accents, and it's kind of throwing him off. How come everyone he's met so far in this place has something off about them?
He looks back over at Ren at the unspoken invitation. "Oh- thank you!" He grins, purple eyes sparkling. He steps over the silver, glancing down at it with wide eyes. "Whoa- that's a lot of silver, where'd you find all that?" He asks, poking at the offending ore.
So not a vampire, but definitely not from anywhere around here.
The creature's words are perplexing him — he wonders whenever it's really clueless about the origin of the silver, the strenght the Oakhurts holds together against whicked creatures or is just playing dumb.
If it is the first option, then what could its motives be? Is it trying to bring his guard down, get his compassion and help? May it be a... harmless creature, however weird that sentence sounds in his own thought? A friendly one, despite its nature, actually wishing well and hoping to be met woth humanity and help?
Because, if it was just playing him, wouldn't it know more and better? Wouldn't it praise him for precautions taken or try to laugh at him for believing in what used to be no more than fairy tales? It wouldn't be in character for young Avid, but this creature has shown already it does not possess its memories. It might be playing completely different persona, hoping face enough will be enough to fool him.
Maybe it is just not doing too much of a good job of tricking him.
"Oh, it was given to me, don'cha know?", he nods, taking note in his head how each piece of silver slammered between wooden blanks reflects last beams of sun's warm evening light. For any flying creature it should be a warning that this household is protected against the wicked. Seems this creature is either not understanding the message, hiding any reaction or ignoring the warning.
He opens the door, but lets the creature come in first, like a welcomed, awaited guest. The inside is not a display of luxury, but one of comfort — a humble kitchen on the right, a burning fireplace on the left and a small sitting area around a harsh carpet in the centre. It is no place worth of a nobleman, but one worth of honest men, waiting to be filled with sounds of laughter and conversations. The smell of oak and spruce still hangs high in the air, bringing back memories of places he've been to before he has chosen the life in the wild.
"Sit whenever ye'd like, me laddie", he smiles and gestures inside. He's already looking where his steps will take him: a small cabinet on the right of the cooking area is filled with a few bandages and the most common herbs inside. He might be no doctor, but he is a man capable of taking care of himself when in need. He wouldn't survive a month in the wilderness without knowing how to care for his own wounds, not talking about whole two years.
Avid quickly sits down on a seat as close to the fireplace, warming his hands up. It's been a good while since he's experienced proper warmth, so the heat is welcome. "Thanks." He says, a leg bouncing.
He glances over at Ren, and asks, "How come you live outside of the town? Did you not like it?"
Avid doesn't understand why this strange- but kind man wouldn't live in the town with everyone else. If he was in the man's shoes, he would be in town, socialising, enjoying the company. Granted, he has been alone for questionable amount of years, how long has it been? when was the last time he even had a conversation with a person? he isn't sure, the years down in that purgatory blurred together, he lost count after the sixth year-
He shakes himself from those thoughts, blinking rapidly from where he had ended up staring into the crackling fire. He was hoping the warmth would stop him from thinking about that place.
"Oh... I don't think I asked what your name was?"
"HELLO-?"
Ren had been in his cabin, trying to calm down from the chaos of earlier, until the loud voice broke through the trees. Avid- but- something sounds off. Avid sounds- scared, and- lost.
"Hello-?! Is anyone there?!?" Avid yells again.
Ren glances out his window, and finally spots Avid. But- once again, something's wrong. Avid's clearly been through something, scratches on his right cheek, a plaster on his left and a scar under the same eye.
There's no sign of the green vest, the bandages that are usually around his neck, or the quiver full of silver-tipped arrows. Instead, on top of his white shirt, there's a brown cloak, which looks like something from Drift's closet, and a black sash under is, draping the opposite way the strap of the usual quiver would.
Beige pants instead of black, and dark brown converses in place of his usual black boots.
It could be passed off as something taken from Drift's wardrobe. Maybe- maybe Avid needed to wash all his clothes- but the state of these ones make it seem unlikely. They're tattered and torn in places, showing scars littered across every inch of exposed skin. Hell- there's even burn marks on 'Avid's' legs!
It'd be almost impossible for anyone to get this beat up in such a short span of time, even for Avid. So- if this isn't Avid,
Then who is this?
- @100daysinaminecraftnightmare
For Renhardt to not believe in the supernatural would be to deny his own past — to deny what the witch has done to him, to deny what his own voice has become, to deny everything that has been leading him to his present. As optymistic and hopeful he tries to be, despite his age, he is aware that there might be more supernatural hiding between shadows. More than his old eyes can notice and way more than he will ever have a chance to understand.
But now he isn't all alone against the cruel world he can't understand. People of Oakhurts are his friends, companions in this fight of light and darkness, people he must protect like a hound protecting his human. And sometimes the hound leaps foward, meaning to defeat the danger before there's a chance of it causing any harm to the unsuspecting owner.
So when a horrible, terrible creature, claiming to have a face of his friend, comes knocking on his door, he must trap it, learn what it is and most importantly, discover how to kill it.
"Young Avid, what has happened to you?!", he yells back, running out of his cabin to meet the injured man. The curse has notes of blessings in it — it covers up pretty well when his voice would ring false notes of lies. "You look like you've went through depths of hell itself seven times at least, don'cha know?"
He gives the creature a hand, letting it lean on him for support. His face looks worried, his actions seem genuine. He might be no doctor, but he is the one able to give strenght in just few words, like a preacher during a sermon. He is the one ready to protect and help with his life, no matter how dire situation seems.
"Uh- hello-?" Avid mumbles, brows furrowed. "Sorry- you're the second person to know me by name-" He steps back a bit, then registers what Ren said. "Uhm- I mean, I technically went through hell, but uhm- that's not important."
"This is Oakhurst, right-?" He asks, head tilting, gaze flicking around.
He seems to inspect the cabin, and his eyes widen slightly. "Did you make this cabin? It's really well built!"
It is no surprise to him that the creature does not recognize him, yet it is a relief. It means it only took poor Avid's face, not his soul and memories too. Whenever it is possession or shapeshifting, Avid is there somewhere, burried deep below or trapped somewhere outside. Waiting to be saved. Running out of time.
"Oakhurts is near, but yer wounds are too severe to walk there, don'cha know?" He continued, his voice mimicking a father scoulding uncareful child. Not that he had one to know first-hand how one should sound.
He couldn't understand why the creature wasn't taking his hand. Maybe it's power was related to the touch, and it didn't wanted to reveal itself yet? Or maybe a human touch was the trigger to reveal its true nature. Whatever it could be, Renhardt was still offering his support, keeping the guard high.
"I have built it indeed, thank ye very much", he added, slowly starting to lead the creature towards his front porch. He knew that between the planks were jammed shards of silver — they caused no harm to him or his human companions, but should stop a vampire from standing tall there. They'll see if it will stop this creature too. "I have a few bandages inside, I'll treat yer wounds."
Avid's confused. Who is this strange man who knows him by face and name? And what was up with his accent? It's- unique, to say the least. He can't quite place it, it sounds like a mix of a couple different accents, and it's kind of throwing him off. How come everyone he's met so far in this place has something off about them?
He looks back over at Ren at the unspoken invitation. "Oh- thank you!" He grins, purple eyes sparkling. He steps over the silver, glancing down at it with wide eyes. "Whoa- that's a lot of silver, where'd you find all that?" He asks, poking at the offending ore.
So not a vampire, but definitely not from anywhere around here.
"HELLO-?"
Cleo had been in the woods, until the loud voice broke through the trees. Avid- but- something sounds off. Avid sounds- scared, and- lost.
"Hello-?! Is anyone there?!?" Avid yells again.
Upon walking around a thicket of trees, Cleo finally sees Avid. But- once again, something's wrong. Avid's clearly been through something, scratches on his right cheek, a plaster on his left and a scar under the same eye.
There's no sign of the green vest, the bandages that are usually around his neck, or the quiver full of silver-tipped arrows. Instead, on top of his white shirt, there's a brown cloak, which looks like something from Drift's closet, and a black sash under is, draping the opposite way the strap of the usual quiver would.
Beige pants instead of black, and dark brown converses in place of his usual black boots.
It could be passed off as something taken from Drift's wardrobe. Maybe- maybe Avid needed to wash all his clothes- but the state of these ones make it seem unlikely. They're tattered and torn in places, showing scars littered across every inch of exposed skin. Hell- there's even burn marks on 'Avid's' legs!
It'd be almost impossible for anyone to get this battered in such a short span of time, even for Avid. So- if this isn't Avid,
Then who is this?
- @100daysinaminecraftnightmare
...Hi, Avid. Why are you in the woods? Went out to get some food? What happened?
instinctively, she inches her hand towards her stake, hidden under her skirts. With the other hand, she reaches out to Avid (?) to help him.
Avid quickly steps back from their outstretched hand. "Do I know you-?" He asks, brows furrowing.
He doesn't seem to recognise Cleo. At all.
I-
slowly, they pull out the stake, the one avid had carved for them a few days ago.
Where are you from?
"Whoa- whoa- no need for that-" Avid quickly yelps, putting up his hands in surrender. "Uh- sorry- I'm from New Salem- I'm really lost- where am I-?" He asks nervously, gaze constantly flicking between Cleo and the stake.
"HELLO-?"
Ren had been in his cabin, trying to calm down from the chaos of earlier, until the loud voice broke through the trees. Avid- but- something sounds off. Avid sounds- scared, and- lost.
"Hello-?! Is anyone there?!?" Avid yells again.
Ren glances out his window, and finally spots Avid. But- once again, something's wrong. Avid's clearly been through something, scratches on his right cheek, a plaster on his left and a scar under the same eye.
There's no sign of the green vest, the bandages that are usually around his neck, or the quiver full of silver-tipped arrows. Instead, on top of his white shirt, there's a brown cloak, which looks like something from Drift's closet, and a black sash under is, draping the opposite way the strap of the usual quiver would.
Beige pants instead of black, and dark brown converses in place of his usual black boots.
It could be passed off as something taken from Drift's wardrobe. Maybe- maybe Avid needed to wash all his clothes- but the state of these ones make it seem unlikely. They're tattered and torn in places, showing scars littered across every inch of exposed skin. Hell- there's even burn marks on 'Avid's' legs!
It'd be almost impossible for anyone to get this beat up in such a short span of time, even for Avid. So- if this isn't Avid,
Then who is this?
- @100daysinaminecraftnightmare
For Renhardt to not believe in the supernatural would be to deny his own past — to deny what the witch has done to him, to deny what his own voice has become, to deny everything that has been leading him to his present. As optymistic and hopeful he tries to be, despite his age, he is aware that there might be more supernatural hiding between shadows. More than his old eyes can notice and way more than he will ever have a chance to understand.
But now he isn't all alone against the cruel world he can't understand. People of Oakhurts are his friends, companions in this fight of light and darkness, people he must protect like a hound protecting his human. And sometimes the hound leaps foward, meaning to defeat the danger before there's a chance of it causing any harm to the unsuspecting owner.
So when a horrible, terrible creature, claiming to have a face of his friend, comes knocking on his door, he must trap it, learn what it is and most importantly, discover how to kill it.
"Young Avid, what has happened to you?!", he yells back, running out of his cabin to meet the injured man. The curse has notes of blessings in it — it covers up pretty well when his voice would ring false notes of lies. "You look like you've went through depths of hell itself seven times at least, don'cha know?"
He gives the creature a hand, letting it lean on him for support. His face looks worried, his actions seem genuine. He might be no doctor, but he is the one able to give strenght in just few words, like a preacher during a sermon. He is the one ready to protect and help with his life, no matter how dire situation seems.
"Uh- hello-?" Avid mumbles, brows furrowed. "Sorry- you're the second person to know me by name-" He steps back a bit, then registers what Ren said. "Uhm- I mean, I technically went through hell, but uhm- that's not important."
"This is Oakhurst, right-?" He asks, head tilting, gaze flicking around.
He seems to inspect the cabin, and his eyes widen slightly. "Did you make this cabin? It's really well built!"
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There's loud footsteps in the bracken near the castle, a familiar voice mumbling as it steps out of the bushes. Avid.
But- something's off.
Sure, the person has the same hair and facial features as Avid, but unless the 'hunter' has swapped his green vest for one of Drift's brown jackets, that can't be him.
Upon getting closer, Scott notices more things off about 'Avid.'
No bandages around his neck, instead, a plaster on his left cheek, and scrapes on his arms and the side of his face. His usual quiver he stores the precious silver-tipped arrows in, the one that sits on his right shoulder? Gone. in it's place, underneath the coat, a black sash, which sits on 'Avid's' left shoulder.
This isn't Avid...
@100daysinaminecraftnightmare
Scott stared and studied the figure carefully from a safe distance, up in one of the trees nearby. He had just landed there to de-transform from his bat form when he spotted the familiar yet strange entity. This wasn't Avid, it couldn't be, but it sure looked like him. At first, Scott thought it was some skin walker, changeling, fae of some sort that took on Avid's appearance, trying to imitate him. But this version was far too different from the original. Even mimicking creatures tried to stay as close to the original, and this was not it. He had seen some strange things, but this was new. He decided to investigate.. what did he have to lose?
Slowly, he slid down from the tree branch, falling and landing in his feet in front of Avid, though a few feet away. Giving the creature it's space. Scott smiled, polite and sweet as ever, yet awfully curious as he asked. ".. hello? Are you new around here?"
'Avid' jumps in surprise, almost tripping over himself. "Ack-!"
He quickly lays eyes on Scott, and laughs awkwardly. "Hah- uhm- yeah..? I- don't know how I ended up here... uh- actually- where am I?" He asks, head tilting slightly. He looks confused.
Scott smiled. He was just as nervous and cute as Avid, it seemed. That was good to note, it made Scott feel a little more at ease, though he still kept his guard up. Standing up straighter with his hands folded behind his back, he answered. "Well, you're in Oakhurst, dear. A lot of people end up here without meaning to. How'd you get here? Where are you from?"
"Oakhurst, huh?" Avid asks, glancing away and if thinking Scott can't hear him, he whispers to himself, "Must've sprung up when I was in Limbo...."
He looks back at Scott, and forces a grin onto his face. "I'm not too sure how I got here- but I'm from a little town called New Salem!"
Something's off about Scott, but he can't quite place what. He kind of reminds Avid of the vampires that terrorised New Salem, but- those weren't sentient.
He seem to perk up at the name of the town, like it was familiar. He had heard of the town, of its supposed monsters and the people there. But those could be rumors. Scott just always thought he would love to go there just to terrorize the town, show them a real monster. Alas. But he hummed in interest, nodding. "I see. Quite far from here then.." at least, last since Scott knew. He fell asleep before the town was even founded, so who knows what was around Oakhurst now.
"Forgive me, I haven't even introduced myself." He said, taking a step closer with his hand held out. "Scott Goldsmith. Lord Scott Goldsmith."
'Avid' grins, and shakes his hand politely. "Avid, Protector of New Salem. Nice to meet you, Lord Goldsmith."
Bit more courtesy than Avid usually gives Scott, that's for sure. Maybe this Avid actually has an understanding of hierarchy.
"So- this is Oakhurst-? The woods? Or is there a town further in?"
Scott smiled a bit more genuinely this time, pleasantly surprised by the politeness. Much more reasonable than his own Avid it seemed, though it was still quite odd how he had the same name and look as the vampire hunter he knew. Scott let go and brushed past the man, gesturing for him to follow and looking back at him.
"Technically, the whole area. But the actual town Oakhurst is farther in this way. I can show you there if you like, much better than being in these woods alone. Especially at night.."
Avid quickly trails after him, looking kind of like a lost puppy. "Being shown around sounds good- sorry if this is too much trouble for you-"
Scott hummed as Avid followed behind him. Even while being so different, he was still so similar as well. A lost puppy.
"Oh, no, it's not trouble at all. Newcomers always seem to find their way to me or my castle anyway, so I'm accustomed to it. Besides, I think there's someone in town who would like to meet you."
"Who'd like to meet me-?" Avid parrots, brows furrowing. "Do you think I'm like them, or they'd like my personality- or was that sarcasm-?" He asks, having to quicken his pace to keep up with Scott.
He still feels like something's off about Scott.
"Hmm.. I think you're very alike." He elaborated, a sly amused smirk on his face as he lead him through the forest. Down the marked path.
"Stay close, don't want you getting lost out here. It's a decently big woods." He commented, slowing down a bit. Though he was awfully fast for a man wearing fancy heeled boots.
"You underestimate my navigation skills-" Avid grins, gesturing at himself dramatically. "You're lookin' at the guy who navigated through Incendium, I think I can handle a forest."
He glances down at Scott's fancy boots, and mumbles, "How do you even walk in those-"
Scott blinked, looking back at him with a curious smile. "Sounds impressive, even if I don't know what it is. Not to brag myself but I have a whole crypt under my castle, and I can navigate that just fine as well." Really, it was all for bragging. Scott was just a proud man.
He glanced down at his boots before looking back up at Avid. Vampires had pretty great hearing. "Years and years of practice. I do make it look good though, don't I? Great for kicking people too."
"Damn. Maybe I should get boots like that...." He huffs.
"Yeah- a crypt sounds like a pain to navigate-" Then he pauses, looking back up at Scott. "-wait- do you even know what Incendium is, or no-?"
"Sure, if you're willing to put in the world. It's a pain for awhile but you get used to it." Scott had been right from a very young age to be wearing heels, he was a noble after all. He had plenty of years living after that to figure it out too. Though he was sure a human could manage eventually.
"I really don't. Perhaps you can inform me then?" He asked, gesturing with his hands for him to go on. He seemed to talk with his hands a lot.
"Ooh- hm... uh- how do I explain it- It's like Hell-?"
Avid winces, trying to remember as much of it as he can. His time in Incendium was kind of a blur, 30 days in a burning purgatory will do that to a guy...
"-hell but more. Big, flat, open plains, monsters out for your head, no cover- y'know." He shrugs, kicking a rock on the ground.
"Really? Well I've definitely never heard of that place before. But I believe you. Must've been hard. Rather impressive you're still standing." He hummed, offering Avid a soft smile for his troubles. He fell back in step a bit, just to be more next to him. Was easier to have a conversation that way.
"I'm sure you'll like Oakhurst a lot better. You'll be here a long time." His tone was light and casual, despite the ominous words. Though it was common knowledge here. "What kind of monsters did you have to deal with?"
Avid doesn't seem to catch the ominous sentence, focusing more on the last question. "The monsters... there were these humanoid piigs that guarded castles and fortresses, balls of fire that'd attack you if you got too close, giant ghost-looking things that shot fireballs- and that was just Incendium! I do think I saw a pig in a toga at one point- was fighting for my life, looked to my left, pig-in-a-toga. Was kind of a strange thing to see."
Scott nodded in acknowledgement as he listened, walking beside him. He always liked listening to people's experiences outside of Oakhurst, he never really traveled out much after he was turned. So it was nice to hear, even if this sounded even more insane than anything he's heard before. At the mention of the pig, Scott made a giggle, covering his mouth after like he was trying not to laugh. Though it did sound pretty silly.
"Right, right. I'm sorry, that sounds terrible." He said sympathetically, even with the twitch of a smile on his face.
"I know!" Avid sighs, pressing the back of his hand to his head, fanning himself dramatically with his other hand.
He seems to realise what he's doing, and blushes in embarrassment. "Ah- sorry- 'm being a bit dramatic, been a while since I could talk to someone-"
Scott only giggled more at the dramatic display, seeming a bit more relaxed now. "Dont worry about that, I'm the last person who will judge you on dramaties. The conversation is pleasant. More pleasant than yelling 'vampire!' at me." He added like it was a casual occurrence. It was, given the other Avid. "But I promise, Oakhurst has no pigs in togas. Just skeletons and creepers."
"Ah- so just the usual monsters." Avid huffs, running a hand through his hair.
He doesn't seem too bothered at the mention of vampires, but he does look over at Scott, as if trying to figure out why the man has been accused of vamprism. "It's the cloak. It's- it's all the cloak and the collar-" He laughs, gesturing at the offending items of clothing.
"Can't a wealthy man have some fancy clothes? It's because they're all poor, I tell you. They can't handle my glamour so they just think I'm a vampire!" He insisted, dramatic himself in the way he flips his hair and looks at Avid with a self-satisfied smile. The gold accents of his clothes shimmering in the now setting sunlight. He noticed, red eyes flicking up to the sky before back down.
"Ah, it's turning night. No worries, we're close to town anyway. I'm sure you'll get in before it sets." He hummed, continuing his walk. Even if he adored the night himself, he didn't want to be accused of yet another murder or harm to a human just because he was with them at night. He was a vampire, but that doesn't mean he'd attack everyone!
"Oh- geez- you're right-" Avid's immediately more tense, highly aware of the danger brought on by the night. "How- uh- bad would you say the night is for you guys-?" he asks nervously, gaze darting around nervously, scanning the gaps between the trees.
"For me? It's lovely. Love it actually. For you? Probably pretty bad." He said, sounding as casual and cheerful as ever like he had the whole time. As they approached town, lights could be seen in the distance, showing they were close. "Ahh, we're close. You don't need to worry, I promise, nothing that bad is out here to get you.." he said, smiling a bit wider. He knew he was the most dangerous thing out here.
"Ah- hm. That's... reassuring." He mumbles, not entirely convinced. For good reason though. He has spent most nights of his life fighting to survive.
He looks ahead, inspecting the town as much as he can from this distance. "Geez- it's uh- fortified- what do you guys have to be scared of to have this much defences-?"
"Vampires." He said with a sigh. "So paranoid, the lot of them. Some even believe in werewolves, do you believe that? My roommate believes in bigfoot. All sorts of things." He said, making it sound like it was totally ridiculous even if at least one part was completely true. As proud as he was about being a vampire, it was fun to talk to someone who had no idea yet. Playing innocent and oblivious. It was fun!
"Do you believe in that stuff, Avid? I'm sure you've seen worse."
"I've ran into vampires before- i mean, not the kind in stories, but vampires, yeah."
Avid's seen and fought plenty of vampires, but his were much easier to deal with than most vampires. They didn't need a stake through the heart, or silver to ward them off, it was just kind of a kill-and-be-done with kind of deal. They didn't come back, and were just kind of feral. "They weren't too hard to deal with, the skeleton-deer things were worse, honestly."
"Really? That's interesting." He replied. It was exciting how little this man knew about this place. He was like Avid but even sillier! Sillier in the 'endearingly oblivious' sense. Like someone to a whole new world. Though he wouldn't say that to his face. They got closer to town, the gates now in view and maybe people in the tower. Scott stopped.
"As much as I would love to hear about that, I think this is where I'll have to leave you." He said with a sigh, turning to face him. He did not want to deal with town at the moment. "Towns just down that way. I'd walk you to the door but I'm not very welcome. I hope we can meet again.."
"Oh- okay... I hope i can see you some other time!"
Avid grins, rocking slightly on the balls of his feet. "It's been very nice to meet you Lord Scott!" He says, with a bow, eyes sparkling.
He chuckled at the bow, giving him a little curtsey in response and a polite smile. "Likewise. I'm charmed. I hope you find a nice place in town." He said with a nod before turning away from Avid.
But before he left, he turned his head to Avid, smiling brightly just so he could flash his fangs at him. The lighting making them sparkle. "Come visit the castle sometime. I promise I don't bite." And with that, he began walking into the darkness of the forest. He did always love a dramatic exit.
"Thank you! I'll make sure to visit!" Avid smiles, waving at Scott as he leaves.
As he walks up to the gates of Oakhurst, he mumbles, "Hm. He's nice."
