MINI EVENT: BAD MOON RISING

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BAD WOLF

Content Warning: Werewolves and werewolf-related violence.

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WITCHING HOUR

Time passes oddly in this realm. Surely you've seen it by now. Looking to the sky grants different views and moons every night, almost disconnected. The weather is impossible to predict when the clouds don't truly matter. All you have to rely on is that a day and night cycle exists and even then... ... Well. Surely it doesn't matter. Right? (Or does it?) But perhaps more importantly is that tonight, the night is clear and crisp. The flowers in the grove face the moon almost like reverent followers to a preacher. And should you follow their open gaze, you will see that the moon is bright and full and red.

Rusty whines and the Trader has drawn her stall in, and even the sleepy turtle she rides is more alert. The Shopkeeper hisses quietly to himself, barring the windows slowly- and if you're close by, he tells you that it'd be best you do the same. He dares not close the door yet though- just in case someone needs the shelter.

A howl pierces the sky, and it's quickly joined by others, echoing through the woods. The crunch of leaves and sticks and roots breaking under hulking steps makes a presence known- and white, frenzied eyes can be seen in the shadows. Not just one pair- if you're outside, or at the window, you can see dozens from all angles. As they get closer to the clearing, their sharp teeth glint in the moonlight. Another howl, and the wolf-men charge. Fight or defend your residence- but the beasts do not go down easily. Not when wounds slowly stitch themselves back together.

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[simplicitas]

Hide the moon...

[Elsword echoes in a mutter, and then as he's considering it — how to hide the fucking moon — he's yet again forced on the defensive, erecting a wall of golden lightning to zap the onslaught. It stops them just for the moment, but other wolves stalk closer the moment the wall goes down.]

...busy them. Hide the moon and busy them — can you do both?

[lostpsalm]

_{[ ..he gets a firm set to his brow. It'll be a Big Spell. But that's fine. he has something he can try, after all. ]}

I can.. call out to a dark, that will eat her light away. But I don't think it would do you good to touch it when I do, Tyr'oc. You're...

...Tyr'oc is wings, and light. It might...ah... fight?

[simplicitas]

You mean it would affect the El's Light... okay.

[But, he's not going to move immediately, if only because he's yet again trying to body-block hits so that Rennuid can move or run or get to where he needs to get to.]

Shout at me when you need me to retreat, but I'll hold them off for now so you can cast.

[lostpsalm]

I will go up. No reaching, there. You will hear... "och." As from Tyr'oc-- then, be away.

_{[ Rennuid, thus said, melts away and reappears in my top level where he starts yellin'. "Och" actually comes up like three times in his lil poem to make sure Elsword Absolutely Has The Chance to hear. ]}

[simplicitas]

[Perfect, then Elsword will continue to hold off the scourge while Rennuid casts, and when he hears that och, he gets the hell outta dodge, veering off toward the doors of the inn. He's swift in his retreat, slamming the doors shut behind him and hoping they hold against the onslaught.

...

He will be lingering around the lobby, for whenever the attack ends and when Rennuid comes back inside.]