Wotmafia - Terror Among the Tuatha'an - THE DARK SIDE WINS

[Aira]

Aira clicked her tongue at the pair of horses, which put their weight into the harness. The trolloc corpse the team had been hooked up to slid into motion. Just because they had lost a great many, didn't mean they should leave those filthy creatures laying about.

[Luxas]

Luxas sips ale, as people gather around.

“Now that trollocs ate my family, it’s time to apply to a BG clan”, he mutters to himself with a deep sigh.

[avail]

Avail sat at the edge of camp, wanting to be alone. He grieved the loss of his family. He didnt know wht to do with himself, and he did not know who these people were. The newcomers were all so very intimidating, they had no doubt saved his life, but not before his dear mother was taken from him. Avail wiped his eyes once more, slowly got to his feet and slowly walked back towards the campfire.

[Octavio]

The camp had sat for hours since the attack, small fires burning, the stench of death embedded on the winds that stagnated overhead. A group of men were going wagon to wagon, most burned but some still partially whole. Blood splattered the sides of most wagons left whole, as those that died, died close to where they were sitting, close to their campfires. As the group of men turned from one wagon to the next, one of them, Octavio, stopped and looked down at his feet. He realized that he was standing in a pool of blood that came up to his ankles. At the edge of the pool was another overturned wagon, partially burned like the others. Standing still Octavio looked at the wagon and noticed a faint ripple flowing outward from the wagon, across the puddle of blood. Octavio steps towards the ripple and realizes that underneath the wagon was a small hand, twitching, almost lifeless against the side of the charred wood and barely touching the puddle.

In two quick strides Octavio reaches the edge of the wagon and starts to lift it up. "Over here, I think this one may be alive" he yells. Suddenly hands were everywhere, pulling at the wagon, reaching for the small hand. Finally a small boy is pulled from the debris, moving slightly and was immediately taken away for healing.

Looking at the rest of the wagons Octavio whispers "Light help us, maybe there will be more that are alive" and starts moving towards another piece of wreckage.

[Anor]

Looking up from his beer mug, Anor frowns.

"Give me another drink!"

[Riva]

Riva hummed to herself as she walked through the woods. Pushing dense brush aside, she stepped into the clearing of brightly colored wagons lit by dancing flames of campfires. Tonight however, there was no dancing or music in the air. The vibrant wagons were now slick with blood, and the flickering of the campfires scattered ominous shadows over what was once the happy of the Mahdi. She dropped the sack she was carrying with a loud thunk, causing its contents to spill across the pine-covered ground. A fresh tomato rolled lazily down the slope, coming to a stop near the sightless eyes of a small child. Riva stood in shock as she took in the scene before her. Bodies lay scattered over the ground among discarded flutes, colored scarves, and dinners that were half-eaten before being interrupted. Amidst the gory scene sat a circle of men, silently drinking ale and ignoring the scene around them.

[Jael]

The ankles of his bright blue trousers now stained red from brushing through blood-stained grass, Jael wanders aimlessly from caravan to caravan, his mind blankly registering all those who have been lost.

[Astolfo]

Astolfo had sat silently by himself for hours pondering what had been lost. And then for a few hours more.
As the day continued on into night, he began to stir for where he had sat all day.
Time to get things moving, I've been idle far too long...

[Carlia]

As the sun begins to set, fires are lit among the corpses, filling the clearing with the acrid scent of burning flesh.

With the majority of the people still gathered around the ale, people slowly drift to wagons for sleep.

DAY ONE HAS ENDED.

NIGHT ONE HAS BEGUN, IT ENDS 8/12/18 @ 8 AM EST

[Carlia]

8 hours remain in NIGHT 1 - Please send in your action if you haven't already