plot } the creatures descend.

[synergismus]

Who: Everyone!
What: Creatures descend!
Where: All across the city, although attacks will be most fervent at its heart.
When: Friday/Veerdi evening and into the week.
Notes: Slow and back-tagging is, as always, permitted. If you are confused, look at these two posts for more information.
Warnings: Violence, creepiness, swearing knowing these characters.

On Veerdi, the presence of the creatures reaches a fever pitch. Something has provoked them into launching an all-out assault, though it is one that begins slowly. The pipe-crawlers, generally harmless though they may be, are seen across homes in Baedal, sneaking up through the pipes and into bathtub drains or sinks. They come by the dozens, and their keening makes most homeowners nauseated--but it's their appearance that leads to a number of distressed Network calls.

This is just the distraction for the rest.

The call of the crawlers draws in the armored, sickly creatures with the tiny primates carried inside of it. They are inelegantly lumbering, but much faster than one might expect, and certainly hostile. They trudge across the city, barreling over anyone who gets in their path and leaving them half-crushed in the street. They're certainly unsettling in their obvious unhealthiness, and the disease-ridden animals they carry are downright vicious, especially once they escape (messily, bloodily) from their fleshy cage.

It's the birds that are the worst, though; the cleverest, and the cruelest.

These strange black birds are resistant to typical attacks and flying in large groups. They descend on pedestrians, picking at their eyes and faces, ready to rapidly tear flesh from bone until there's nothing left but skeletal remains. They fly out of range when they can, only to divebomb anyone who might think they've escaped.

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Boromir tucks his CiD and sandwich away, and picks up a bar cloth to wipe the gore off his sword, before following suit. He listens carefully for a moment. The chaos throughout the city can still be heard but it has kept its distance in this short meeting. He keeps to a wall and tries his best to keep directly out of sight, peering down the street. No immediate threat that he can see, and so he goes to unsecure the door for Integra and her horse.

"May a brighter star shine upon that meeting," he says, still keeping watch. "For now, I wish you well Sir Integra, and that the wind rides with you."

[suninhades]

Integra lets him take the lead, giving her horse the pilfered apples meanwhile. She's not about to let the animal over-drink or eat and end up sick, but she has to be mindful of its exhaustion, too. When the coast is clear, she leads it out, and that there's no skittish responses to be had ensures the notion that they're alone, at least in this immediate vicinity.

Food packed away in a saddlebag, Integra swings easily up onto her horse and seats herself. She nods at Boromir. "Fight well, Captain."

And she's off, seeking out more civilians, making the rounds with her agents, and working to uncover the source of this hellish infestation.