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Lethevale Mods ([personal profile] lethevale_mods) wrote in [community profile] lethevale2017-01-13 01:05 pm
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Who: Everyone!
Where: The whole of Lethevale.
When: January 13th.
What: A storm, a town, and a beginning.
Warnings: TBC

It isn't unusual, in the mountains at this time of year, to have some wild weather. What is unusual is just how quickly and how violently this particular storm blows in. One moment it's a clear, fine winter's day, unusually good for travelling, with frost glittering on the ground and the sun dazzlingly bright in a painfully blue sky - then, without warning, the sky is blotted out by roiling black clouds, and the early afternoon is plunged into dim twilight. By three o'clock in the afternoon, the storm has fully arrived, and gale-force winds are lashing the sharp, icy rain in all directions, while lightning flashes and thunder roars around the mountainsides.

The good news is that even the wolves and bears have gone to ground. The bad news is that they had good reason to. Any traveller caught in this storm had better find shelter of their own - between the cold and rain, the battering wind which can bring down whole trees, and the rapidly flooding valley, it's simply not safe for even the hardiest passerby to be outside right now.
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[personal profile] insufficientjewel 2017-01-13 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Francis draws his cloak tightly around himself, shaking water out of his eyes as he slogs through the mud, wishing heartily that he had taken the offer of a lift with the mail coach the day before. But the weather had seemed fine then, and he had been ill-inclined to leave his horse in the care of the stables of the next town.

That horse now walks alongside him, laden with baggage, its eyes rolling to the whites with each flash of lightning. It holds steady, but its ears are laid back flat against its head, and it snorts uneasily as they splash through the deepening mud. But it's well-trained and trusts its master, and it follows him closely - until, that is, a tree falls a scant hundred yards ahead, smoking where it was hit by lightning. Then the horse screams and rears, dragging the reins out of Francis' hand as it bolts in blind panic.

The clerk lets out a little shout of his own, calling the horse's name and running after it. When he finds it, the horse is half-submerged in a bog, desperately trying to claw its way onto dry land. Francis grabs its halter and pulls. He's a strong man, but not strong enough to pull a full-grown horse out of sucking mud, and he casts about desperately for help.

"Hey!" His voice doesn't carry as well as he'd like, in all the chaos of the storm, but it's all he can think to do - he's not going to leave the horse and all his gear to the bog. "Hey! Anyone! Help!"
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[personal profile] someguywithglasses 2017-01-13 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Amamiya drew up his coat around him, though it was hardly any help at all since it was as soaked by now as the clothes underneath. He'd always thought the wailing of the wind to be a hack writer's cliche -- at least until now, out in the middle of nowhere, with the tree branches rocking and rain pouring down. The wind did sound inhuman, rising and falling as it rounded the rocks and trees.

At the same time, he thought he heard something else along with it. Maybe a dog or some such? Surely another human being couldn't be out in this wretched storm? With a feeling of apprehension, he turned towards the sound.

"Hello?" he called. "Who's there?"
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[personal profile] insufficientjewel 2017-01-14 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
Francis' hearing was good, but it was mostly a trick of the wind that made the words clear. Wrapping the horse's reins around his hand to stop the poor beast from sinking any deeper, he fumbled to open the shutters of his lantern, waving it in the air in the hopes of drawing attention from whoever had heard his cry.

Relief, raw and fierce, seeped into his voice, and he shouted as loudly as he could, "Here! Hello! Can you see the light? I need help!"
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[personal profile] someguywithglasses 2017-01-14 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
Amamiya picked his way through the mud as best he could, with tree branches scratching at him and his bag feeling about twice as heavy as it was. Good thing this other man had a light; his own had guttered out in the storm.

But it was the horse who caught his attention first. Half of it was already in the muck; the other half was panicked and thrashing. Amamiya hoped this fellow simply needed help getting his bags off his horse, because things were not looking hopeful for the animal itself.

"I don't know anything about horses," was what he said as he dropped his bag. Although it might have seemed a bit of a non sequitur, it was what Amamiya deemed to be the most relevant piece of information to convey to the stranger. Whatever the stranger wanted to salvage, it was best that he take the lead in deciding how to proceed; Amamiya was just as likely to spook the animal further as he was to calm it down.
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[personal profile] insufficientjewel 2017-01-14 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Francis took a deep breath, nodding acknowledgement. "It can't be helped," he decided aloud, and set the lantern down beside himself - not without difficulty, since he was still pulling with all his weight on the reins. "Here. Here, take these. Get a good footing, and take these." These being the reins, which he indicated with his free hand, beckoning the other man closer.

He didn't have a plan, not precisely. It would have been easier, he thought, if he had a rope, or some kind of board to help support the poor animal. But if he could just have both hands free to help him calm the panicked horse, to get some purchase...

It hadn't even occurred to him, really, to leave the horse to die. That wasn't how his mind worked.
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[personal profile] someguywithglasses 2017-01-15 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
Amamiya picked his way over to a spot where he had marginally better purchase. Belatedly, it occurred to him that this could all be a setup -- maybe the horse wasn't really stuck. Maybe he was one kind gesture away from a knife at his throat and a good rummage through his pockets. But it was too late now.

He gripped the reins, only hesitating slightly when the horse gave a particularly vehement thrash of its neck. "Do you need something sharp?"
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[personal profile] insufficientjewel 2017-01-16 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"What?" Francis' confusion was unfeigned. He shook his head briskly, as if trying to clear it; he was sure he was missing the meaning of what was said. He hadn't thought he was so tired, but perhaps it wasn't surprising, after all this, that his mind wasn't functioning quite so well as he'd like. "I don't... Just hold him, if you could. I think if we can calm him a little..."
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[personal profile] someguywithglasses 2017-01-18 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Right. Hold him." Amamiya looked up at the horse's face -- it really was kind of hard to establish eye contact when your partner was rolling his eyes around like that -- and tried his best to think calming thoughts. Maybe horses could pick up on that. Or maybe it would just bend over and try to bite him in the face the first chance he got.

"Uh... there, there. We're trying to... help..." Was he going to try and pet the horse? Not after a look at how huge its teeth was, he wasn't.
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[personal profile] insufficientjewel 2017-01-18 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Luckily, Francis seemed a little more comfortable with the animal - and it with him, which was perhaps more important. The horse snorted fitfully and rolled its eyes, but some of its desperate thrashing slowed as Francis murmured to it, slipping between languages apparently without realising as he whispered whatever calming phrases happened to come into his mind.

"I don't suppose," he said, still in that same soothing tone and without stopping the way he was stroking the horse's flank, "that you have a rope? If we could tie off his bridle, the two of us together could probably get enough purchase on the saddle to help him out."
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[personal profile] someguywithglasses 2017-01-19 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"A rope? No." All he had with him was a bag and an unlit lantern -- and the bag was filled mostly with medical supplies. Did this guy think he was the type to carry spare rope around? Did Amamiya look like a strangler or something? Hahaha what a silly question, of course not.

"If you cut his reins at one end, that might be long enough. Maybe."
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[personal profile] insufficientjewel 2017-01-22 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe," Francis agreed, eyeing the reins thoughtfully. It was a risk. If only one end of the reins was attached, he was afraid that it would snap under the weight of the horse. But the horse had stopped struggling now, and perhaps...

"Yes." He nodded decisively, his shoes squelching in the mud as he moved back up to the horse's head. "Yes, it's worth trying. Do you have a knife?"