Wanderings in Wistvale.

[Grayell]

(Needs a GM! Players sure, down for whatever.)

Grayell had left the tavern late and as a result, it was now quite late. Or rather, early. The sun was a hint far over the horizon and there was a definite chill in the air. The alcohol that only cooled his blood had him feeling warm, such was the nature of that poison; but he paid no heed. His sword slung over his shoulder like an umbrella, he chuckled at something that mattered not and wandered off into the nearest alley.

Time to take a look around this dump.

[Zane]

(I'll take this up You can control what happens to monsters, but the results of puzzles and everything besides combat will be determined by me ;P and only one more person if any e.e)


Almost as soon as Grayell steps into the alley, a multicolored and quite large... thing... runs right into him, knocking him over. He then saw that it was, in fact, a woman.

"OH SIR, HELP ME SIR!!! IT BE MY SON, HE'S GONE AND WANDERED OFF INTO THAT OLD HAUNTED CHILDREN'S DAYCARE!!! OH PLEASE SIR!!! HELP, HELP!!!!"

She then throw herself on top of Grayell and starts beating on her chest with her hands.

"YOU HAVE TO! YOU JUST HAVE TO! WHO KNOWS WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO HIM IF HE ISN'T HELPED!?!?!?

[Grayell]

Grayell spat the dirt he'd managed to save from the impact with his mouth and sat up as best he could with a mad woman on top of him.

Ah.... yeah alright. Where is the.... hang on. Did you say haunted daycare?

That didn't sound plausible let alone good.

[Zane]

The arguably female creature continued to beat at Grayell.

"YES! IT'S QUITE WELL KNOWN IN TOWN! BUT YOU'VE GOT TO HELP ME! MY SON IS IN THERE! HELP ME! HELP ME, HELP ME, HELP ME!"

She grabs Grayell's arm and starts dragging him out of the alley and down the street.

[Grayell]

Hey, hey, HEY NOW!

Alright. Let's see about getting your brat out of there. I mean your kid. Yeesh.

Grayell was sure to have his sword in tow, he had a habit of keeping it tied to his hand with some cloth. Perhaps he should have cleaned it a little, now that he needed it. Nah, this would be a snap. A lost kid.

He plodded along compliantly.

Ma'am, you'll have to calm down some. Tell me what you know about this place.

[Zane]

The lady continued to drag Grayell behind her, as she went down the streets

"IT'S A RIGHT NASTY PLACE! IT WAS A RESPECTED CHILDREN'S DAYCARE CENTER, THEN ONE DAY, THE CARETAKER DISAPPEARED AND CREEPY THINGS STARTED HAPPENING! THAT'S WHY YOU'VE GOT TO HELP MY LITTLE BILLY! OH PLEASE! HE'S JUST A TINY LITTLE THING! WHO KNOWS WHAT COULD HAPPEN TO HIM"

Eventually they stop in front of a old, rundown building. On a sign out front, the words "Wistvale Daycare" could be seen in faded letters.

[Grayell]

Grayell nodded more than once keeping up with her ramblings. His head wasn't appreciating the yelling. He hefted his blade and patted her on the shoulder.

Alright ma'am, you just wait here alright? He's probably gotten lost and is sleeping somewhere safe. If anyone else comes by here, you get their help. Meanwhile, I'll go on in and find him, ok?

[Zane]

"OKAY, BUT HURRY! I DON'T WANT MY LITTLE BOY DYING!!!"

As Grayell approached the building, at first there are no signs of anybody having been there in a long long time. However, upon closer inspection, the door is ever so slightly ajar, and faint sounds of movement can be heard echoing from somewhere inside.

[Grayell]

Billy it is. Alright. This should be interesting.

Grayell looked back and smiled at the woman things whatever and tested the door. It was going to be noisy most certainly, but he wasn't going to kick it in.

Anyone home?

[Zane]

There was no response, and the sounds of movement continued from somewhere off in the distance.

A cool breeze could be felt blowing through the building, and Grayell couldn't see anything moving, let a lone a small child.

[Grayell]

Grayell stepped inside and shrugged. Nothing else for it but to investigate that noise. Strange that the kid wasn't hollering, that breeze would indicate this run down crapfest was pretty wide open. Probably fell through some damn stairs....

Grayell groaned. He didn't want to see a kid hurt. But if that were the case, he'd best get a move on.

He took in what he could of his surroundings and moved toward the sound.

[Zane]

As Grayell moves through the broken down and dilapidated building, he notices that while it looks old, nothing has decayed more then would be normal if left uncared for for a season or two.

He steps into a room, from which the noise seems to be uttering, and then the door slams shut behind him. In the pitch black of the room, a single candelabra above his head flares to life.

Suddenly, the sounds of movement stop. And then it begins, getting louder and louder. Suddenly, a large number of baby dolls suddenly come into sight, crawling along the floor, as if alive. They stare at him with blood red eyes, and then lunge.

[Grayell]

Grayell scowls as his sword rings from his sheath and he drops back.

Bloody dolls? MAGIC. FLARB I HATE MAGIC.

He looks to take a quick count of the dolls but stays his hand.

Back down! Down or I pull your bloody heads off!

This wasn't an openly armed opponent and was freaking weird. Cutting up the first thing he encounters might not be the smartest move....

[Zane]

Grayell quick counting revealed about 5 of the baby sized dolls within range, 5 more just behind them, and a few more just emerging from the shadows.

The creepy baby-dolls completely ignore his challenge, and the front most ones leap for his feet and begin chewing on his boots, while a few more attach themselves to his pants and begin trying to rip holes in it to get to his flesh.

[Grayell]

Grayell didn't need to investigate further. He shifted down the wall and in less than a controlled manner, danced about like a ninny with a wasp on their wiener.

ACK! GET OFF YOU BLOODTHIRSTY TOY THINGS!

A shine shone in his shiny eye and he sneered. Oh lord, here it comes.

Play time is over doll-face.

Grayell had trained enough to be used to physical stimulation and the best way to respond based on that stimuli. His free arm and blade whipped this way and that, his feet scuffling to hopefully keep the other doll things at bay as he removed the first fleet of cartoonish carnivores. Each one was tossed hard to the floor, a wall - and one was lucky enough to be flung into the air before be slashed in two with a whip of his blade.

But they were coming still. He kicked one off of his boot with a savage hiss and shuffled down the wall again, lashing out with his sword at the next attacked.

How many could there be?