Jan 30, 2026 11:37 am
Gertrude flees towards the edge of the woods, but in her panic, she doesn't notice the enormous shape lurking in the trees above until she's almost directly under it. Then it lets loose a terrifying shriek and spreads its black wings wide. The thing is a monstrous, crow-like creature with horribly human hands and feet, and a second, smiling human face atop where its beak should be. But it has no beak, only a gaping maw filled with jagged teeth and dripping with foul saliva.
The monster takes flight, its shadow falling over Gertrude as it flies to the east. It passes over Yazeba, who pales at the sight of it. "Fetid feathers! It's... the Jeckerynne!"
The monstrous bird spies its quarry, descending abruptly from above and landing in a crouch near Parish and his companions, kicking up a cloud of dirt and grass with the impact of its enormous form. "Parrrissssh..." it hisses, drawing out the word. "I have been watching you since you arrived beneath these benighted boughs..."
Parish's green skin goes pale and he takes a step back. "Zounds! It can't be! I thought you long gone!"
The Jeckerynne snarls. "It's been some time, hasn't it? Since our battle before the advent of the Wicker War. The Codest Bell sounded before either of us could prevail. I was forced to flee to the darkest corners of the world, hunted by the Starving King and his pack of shadows. It was in those wretched hours that I lost all sight of who I once was and what I could have been. I became this... and it's all... your... fault..."
The monster takes flight, its shadow falling over Gertrude as it flies to the east. It passes over Yazeba, who pales at the sight of it. "Fetid feathers! It's... the Jeckerynne!"
The monstrous bird spies its quarry, descending abruptly from above and landing in a crouch near Parish and his companions, kicking up a cloud of dirt and grass with the impact of its enormous form. "Parrrissssh..." it hisses, drawing out the word. "I have been watching you since you arrived beneath these benighted boughs..."
Parish's green skin goes pale and he takes a step back. "Zounds! It can't be! I thought you long gone!"
The Jeckerynne snarls. "It's been some time, hasn't it? Since our battle before the advent of the Wicker War. The Codest Bell sounded before either of us could prevail. I was forced to flee to the darkest corners of the world, hunted by the Starving King and his pack of shadows. It was in those wretched hours that I lost all sight of who I once was and what I could have been. I became this... and it's all... your... fault..."
OOC:
Now comes the Jeckerynne! Parish can do a Bingo to scare it away, but if he decides to let bygones be beygones, it'll follow us home as a guest. It's up to you all what you want to do...| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | |
| A | O | 8♦ | A♦ | 7♠ | A♠ | O | O |
| B | O | K♦ | O | 9♠ | Q♠ | O | O |
| C | O | 6♥ | 4♣ | 8♠ | K♥ | O | O |
| D | O | 2♠ | 7♣ | 7♠ | O | O | O |
| E | K♣ | 8♥ | 5♣ | Q♦ | 4♦ | O | O |
| F | O | O | O | O | 10♠ | O | O |
| G | O | O | O | O | 5♥ | O | O |
