Day Five: Hellhounds!

[camphalf_blood]

[the howls have been getting more and more frequent as the day has gone on. And now there is creepy barking and other evil dog noises. One might even see something in the shadows. It's a hellhound! The camp is under attack!

Heroes, bear arms! Or find a place to hide!]


[go forth and tag! Any location not mentioned, assume is a safe zone! Safe Zones (aka no battle): cabin | campfire | big house

Fight Zones (aka battle): ampitheater | arena | armory

Caution Zones (aka better not stay long): forest | mess hall ]

Comments

[midget]

All right, boy. Your name is going to be.... hm. How does "Alastor" sound? Greek concept of bloody vengeance. There was also a famous wizard by that name.

It's fitting, isn't it?

[camphalf_blood]

[the hellhound growls at its mates, who are too busy running after the other intruders to bother caring. Eva's new pet is not happy]

[midget]

[ She notices but doesn't really c a r e


Best new master, right, puppy? ]

[camphalf_blood]

[it honestly doesn't know what to make of this. The fellow monster on its back is confusing]

[midget]

All right then, Alastor.

Let's go back to my tree. I should probably make sure nothing tries to mess with it.

[ Yes, she expects to ride the hellhound back to the pine tree.

Or idk, they'll stop and say hi to Starfire or something. ]