Courez, Loup-Garoul!: A Wild West Story

[kathryn]

Courez, Loup-Garoul!
A Wild West Story With a Twist of Horror

Setting

The year is 1876. In the eyes of the American Government, anywhere to the west of the Mississippi River was wild. In Texas, the Mexicans were pushing North. And to the far West, the Chinese immigrants were wandering in to American soil, taking jobs on the rails. And even the natives were fighting off the white man.

Story

But the worst terror wasn't found from man, but from the unnatural. Rumors of monster men, ghosts, and the undead spread around Rocky mountains, through the Redwood Forest, and across the Great Planes. Settlers, the men and women making their way to the west, found themselves haunted by the terrors of the night. Only one way was known to stop these brutes, and that was to hunt them, and kill them.

Rules

1. Obey the rules of the forum.

2. When creating your character, use this basic format:

Name
Gender
Age
Nationality
Class
Race

Appearance
Items
Weapons
Skills
Biography

Notes:

Nationality doesn't just mean were you were born, but it means how people identify where you are from. So, if you come from a family that prides itself on it's Irish heritage, you would put Irish. If you're a Native, you put Native American. Even if your family has been in the U.S. for hundreds of years, if you're black, you put African or African American.

Race does not mean nationality. It means if you're human or not. I will list the races below.

Class means what you are either qualified to do, what skills you have, or what you do for a living. It may also include what sort of life you live. If you work in a store, but steal from others, put down thief. A list of classes and their description will be found below.

Included in Skills are any magic that you know of, any languages you know, or any hidden talent you have, combat or noncombatant. If you plan on gaining any skills, please add a note there, or pm me.

Items are just what you're starting out with or what you will try to keep in your bag through the larp.

And if you want to put your character's personality instead of bio, then that's okay.

3. You can have a max of three characters.

I have this rule because I know people can't always decide what sort of character to have. So, if, after making one, you decide to make more, you are free to do so. Just... don't unload them all at once, okay?

Races and Classes

Here's a list of the more common races and classes, and what isn't allowed. Just remember: just because you're a nonhuman doesn't mean you can't have a normal career. And just because I'm allowing magic doesn't mean that there's going to be magic users everywhere.

List of Example Races/Monsters

Human
Werewolf - cursed men who change into werewolves during a full moon. How they were cursed is up to you
Ghost - Spirits still wandering the earth.
Devil - infernal creatures
Angel - celestial creatures
Golem - creatures created by men to look like men.
Zombie - Dead brought back to life by voodoo


Notes: unless someone gives me a really really good reason, I'm not allowing vampires or anything from a high class fantasy setting (Elves, fairies, merfolk, orcs, etc.) This isn't mythology based. This is folk lore based. I'm only allowing dwarfs because it is a genetic disorder found in humans. Nothing more. Also, know that this isn't the only races out there. Be creative if you want to be!

List of Example Classes

Cowboy - This means that you have a herd of cows to tend to or you used to.
Gent - You are a higher class man/woman. What made you higher class is up to you.
Thief/Robber - Self explanatory
Hunter - Hunter of bounties, pests, or monsters. Please define which one you hunt.
Woodsman - You live in the woods.
Sheriff - You are the law in a town.
Witch - Man or Woman, you study and practice witchcraft.
Priest - You are a part of the Church.


Notes: I only listed a few that you can chose from. These are not the only classes you can chose from. But these are the ones that I wanted to straighten out beforehand. Cowboys are cattle herders, not wandering lawless heroes. And an Indian can rob you blind just as well as a white man can.

Weapons

Yeah, I'm adding this. There are many lists of what sort of weapons are available in this time. It goes without saying that there are no nuclear weapons or machine guns or tanks. Anything that has been made before 1870 is allowed, but if you add swords and crossbows as opposed to a gun, you're going to see a lot of raised eyebrows.

(General Notes)

If you have a question, comment, or idea you want to discuss, feel free to pm. If you're wondering what the title says, it translates as "Run, Werewolf!"

I might add more notes later.

[kathryn]

He was riding through the Great Plains on a horse, having just come from the northern woods. His dark voice sang a French lullaby, sounding soft and gentle. The road he was on was common, and was headed towards a larger town, which was good. There also weren't too many people on the road, though he had seen signs of travelers, but he didn't care about that. All he cared about was finding and killing a group of men who needed to die.

His name was Quinton Charbonneau.

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Name: Quinton Charbonneau
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Nationality: French Canadian/Native (Cree)
Class: Woodsman/Wanderer
Race: Werewolf

Appearance: A dark complexion, darker skin, dark hair, but bright blue eyes. 6' 2", 180 lbs, he's an average sized man, more muscular than most. Has long hair that he keeps tied back. Wears a Native American ornament in his hair that his father in law gave him. Wears a shirt, pants held up by suspenders, a vest, dark and dirty duster, dark chaps, boots and spurs, gloves, holsters, and a hat.
Werewolf Appearance: a cross between a man and a gray wolf. Grey fur covers most of his body, with black fur along his neck, shoulders, and back. No tail.
Items: Frankenstein, by Mary Shelly; a guitar and case; cleaning kit and ammo for his guns; bags carrying various supplies (including soap, towel, tent, water canteen, etc); pocket watch and a picture of his family; Cree medicine bag; a pen and notebook; compass; some gold nuggets.

Weapons: .22 caliber rifle; two .22 caliber pistols; hunting knife; side sword.

Skills: Speaks French, English, and Cree. A quick draw, and a fair shot with the guns. Excellent hunting and tracking skills. Is more skilled with his fists than with a weapon. Knows more how to live in the wild than he does living in a town. Due to him living in the wild, he is strong and sometimes fast. Transforms on a full moon, and when he does, has enhanced strength, speed, senses, and healing and can see in the dark.

Biography: His grandfather (Jean Charbonneau) married a Cree woman. Their son, Albert, married a woman named Maxime. They died when Quinton was 23. He in turn married a native woman, Tanis (baptized as Ruth), and had a daughter and a son with her. Has been mistaken for an Indian, but doesn't mind. He became a werewolf when he sold his soul to the devil.

[Lau]

Name:Quinton Phlass
Gender:male
Age:19(when he first died)
Nationality:Irish
Class:Gunfighter
Race:Cursed Human

Appearance:5'8"short blue black hair, he wears a patch over his right eye, wears a dark blue vest over a white button up shirt black leather pants boots and chaps and finally a long black duster coat.
Items:a satchel bag carrying cigars, ammo, a silver flask of whiskey with his name engraved on it.
Weapons:Two colt .45 single action army revolvers, and a whip.
Skills:he has amazingly quick hands, he can ot draw most men, and has aim to match despite having only one eye. He's also a cheat in poker, a fairly successful one. He can't die but can be injured like any other human, and heals just as slowly as one.
Biography:Quinton has been a hard luck case ever since he was a child, having to fight cheat and steal his way to America only to find that it was no different over there, but his luck held to the bad side of things when he took everything gypsey man owned on a poker game, only to be found as a cheat, a fight ensued and Quinton lost an eye the other man lost his life...It seemed Quinton's runwas at an end as he stood at the gallows with a rope around his neck the family of the gypsey man he killed standing in the crowd muttering something while staring him down. He had been hung only to survive.
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It'd been two years since the hanging, and still Quintons luck was bad, he'd been shot somewhere out in the wilderness; just for his horse. He now found himself at the roadside bleeding badly it didn't help that the bullet was still in his chest, and he was breathing with one lung.

He just sit there on the ground leaning back against a rock just waiting for some unlucky smuck to ride by.

[kathryn]

And the unlucky shmuck just happening to ride by was Charbonneau. While he wasn't the best of men, he did try to be the good Samaritan at times. "'Ey... Êtes-vous bien?" he asked, just naturally slipping into his French. He didn't even realize it until after he asked.

[Lau]

"Aye, a bloody frenchman." He grumbled to himself, he raised his revolver and blasted hat off his head "I'll be borrowin dat horse of yers, if ya don't mind." This may have been a bad idea because he wasn't sure if he could get on the horse with his injuries.

[kathryn]

Quinton pulled out his own revolver and shot the man in the shoulder, actually missing his intended target, the hand, and not even flinching when his hat rolled off his head. "Oui. Tu es betes comme tes pieds, batard. Now, if you want, we can have a shoot out right here and now, and I will kill you before you take my horse, or I can ride you into town where you will get some medical attention, and then I can kill you before you take my horse. Which do you prefer?"

(if you can figure out what he's saying, I applaud you. xD But be warned, he has a dirty mouth.)

[Lau]

(OOC:I can catch bits and pieces of it but am too lazy to fill the gaps:D)

"Ouch," Phlass chuckled "I doubt you'd be the one to kill me boy'o now help me up and well shoot each other at a later date." Phlass tried to get up, the shot tothe shoulder wasn't helping any either he gave up and brought out his flask, taking a deep swig of whiskey,

[kathryn]

He sighed and got down, careful not to take his eye or his gun off of the young man. "Okay. I'm not stupid. Give me your gun, and I'll give it back to you after we get into town, okay?"

[Lau]

"Alright, but I'm keepin my whiskey." Phlass handed off his gun, he had another anyway but he wasn't going to tell that to the Frenchman taking another deep drink, he'd go for a cigar but it was already too painful to breath as it was. "So a bloke like you gotta name?" he said reaching out with the handle of his revolver.

[kathryn]

"Je suis Quinton," he said, grabbing the gun and putting it into a bag. With that, he "gently" helped the poor man to his feet... by gripping him by the collar and lifting him up to eye level, the stranger's feet now barely touching the ground. "Et vous?"

[Lau]

Phlass let him do all the work but damn this guy seemed strong, and he didn't understand a word he said "Yeah I'm Quinton, Quinton Phlass you know me boyo? I don't owe you money? Didn't kill ya brother or any'tin like dat did I?"

[kathryn]

(HAHAHAHA, wow, you're so funny. xD)

Quinton raised an eyebrow and muttered to himself for a moment before letting the man down. He then began to say in a clear voice, "My name is Quinton Charbonneau. I doubt that you have killed anyone related to me, considering that they are all dead, so you're safe there. And you might have a nice reputation around here, but I wouldn't know." He let go of Quinton and stepped onto the saddle, holding a hand out to him to help him up.

[Lau]

(OOC:Hey you painted the target I just shot it:D)

Phlass took the hand and struggled up onto the horse, before absorbing what the man said "Well that's my luck," chuckling while taking another swig of whiskey "You know how this story's gonna go over, the doc'll ask me 'what'sss yer name?' an I'll say Quinton then he'll assssskkk 'who sssshot ya?' an I'lllll sssaay Quinton then he'llll say 'sir didya jus sssshooot yerselff?' pfffftahaHAHAHAHAHAH!." Phlass burst out laughing nearly falling off the horse but grabbing Quinton before he did so. Phlass had lost alot of blood so the whiskey hit him like a hammer, and it wouldn't be long before he was out completely.

(sry I had too)

[kathryn]

(xD that's okay)

Quinton rolled his eyes and let out a little snort. "You're right. But you were injured before I shot you. What happened to you?" he asked, kicking his heels into the horse and riding off at a walk.

[Lau]

Phlass was starting to grey out, but had enough to answer the question "Ssssome bloke blasted my arse at lllong range, woulda killed the bastard if I sssaaw'emm ssstole me horse too, crawled out to road to do same, itssss not like am gonna die fffrom itt." Normally he didn't let it slip that he couldn't die, he got out of more than a few jams because they thought he was dead, but in his state he was likely to tell the whole story.

[kathryn]

"Well, let's get you to town. You aren't looking so good..." he turned to look at the guy, a little afraid for him. "Hang on!" he said, one hand holding the reins, the other grabbing the guy's coat just in case he couldn't hold on, Quinton's feet kicking into the horse hard. The horse leaped into a smooth gallop towards town.

[Lau]

"Wwwwooooaaaah there you nutssss, this aint gonna killll mmmmmmee!" He chuckled himself into unconciousness, surprisingly enough he still managed to keep ahold of his flask as the horse bounced and wobbled.

(OOC:take'em to the doc and toss'em on the table)

[kathryn]

It wasn't long before he, his horse, and his new acquaintance came into town. He was quickly directed to the town doctor. When they got there, Quinton jumped off his horse and pulled the man onto his shoulder, getting blood on his coat. He kicked down the door of the house, and yelled for he doctor, who came down the steps, shocked and hurried. At seeing the two gruff men, noting that one was bleeding and unconscious, the doctor directed them into the examining room, where Charbonneau "gently" tossed the man onto the table.

"Careful!" the doctor protested.

"Pourquoi? It's not like he's going to die from his injuries anyway."

[Lau]

The Doc kept thinking to himself 'how is this man's heart still beating?' he still worked quickly pulling the lead from his body and stitching the wounds closed behind him, he had the nurse bandage the man, and after several hours he went to speak with the man who brought the other in "We'll need a miracle for him to pull through, I'm sorry I don't think he'll make it through the night I did everything I could."

At that moment there was screaming and an Irish accent laughing at her as she ran screaming from the room. Out came Quinton bandaged and carrying his coat vest and blood ridden shirt over one shoulder and his satchel over the other, the doctors jaw dropped as Phlass laid a hand on his shoulder "I have to thankya doc your a real miracle worker." He was a little unsettled in his footsteps, still alittle drunk and in alot of pain but he wasn't sticking around. He started pushing Quinton out the door and leaned on his shoulder as he aimed them both at a tavern he'd let himself rest a bit, they'd be spending a bit of time in town.

"Come on boyo, I need a good sit down."
(OOC:unrealistic yes but it moves the story foward and he cant die anyways, but it'll still hurt like hell)

[kathryn]

Quinton just went with it, it now being late at night. Some time during the day while his new... whatever he was... was having the operation, he set it up so that his horse could sleep in the town stables, so he had no worry about that.

"Fine by me, garcon," he muttered, not prying into why his friend wasn't dead yet.

[Lau]

Hobbling into the bar, Phlass, led the way to the back corner of the tavern and sat down. Everything hurt, he had the bar maid bring around a pair of mugs, "So I'm guessing you're a little curious aren't ya boyo?"

[kathryn]

"Curious why you are not dead yet? Yes, I am, actually." He grabbed his mug and brought the foamy goodness to his lips, practically inhaling all of it in one gulp.

[Lau]

"Well at least ya know how to drink," He chuckled downing the contents of the mug infront of him "As much as I figure is that I pissed off the wrong people, and they cursed me, Gypsies aye they sure know how to kick a man when he's down." He leaned back in his chair and opened his coat to check his stitches, finding them somewhere between all the scars "problem is it takes a while to heal and hurts like hell,long story short is I wont age and I wont die." The problem was his penchant for getting into trouble, his badluck.

[kathryn]

"Merde... That is mean. Roma people don't mess around," he commented. "I guess I won't kill you before you steal my horse," he laughed. "How about we... team up? It seems like you need someone to get you out of trouble, and I wouldn't mind a partner, especially one who doesn't die."

[Lau]

"Won't aint got no part in it boyo you can't kill me, an sure I could always use a hand, lord knows my luck can't get any worse." He extended his hand across the table. "Shake on it?" he turned his head over to the barmaid again "Bring us a couple more wouldya sweet cakes."

[kathryn]

He shook the offered hand. "In return, do you mind traveling with me? I'm in pursuit of some men, and I can't stop until they're found."

The barmaid quickly came back with more beer for the Quintons. Charbonneau was slower with his this time.

[Lau]

"I've no problem with that somefolks just have it comin to them others like me-self just got bad luck either way it's all a matter of bein' in the right or wrong place." Phlass gulped down half his mug, "So you got any pressing matters, cus if not I've got a lil to take care of in the morning." The truth of it was he had bank to rob but no need in telling Quinton until he absolutely had to.

[kathryn]

"Non, I do not mind. 'Ey, since your horse was stolen, why don't I get you something you can ride on? After all, I do not know how well my horse will do with two riders." He quickly gulped his down. He wasn't going to tell his new partner that he was planning on stealing a horse, considering how little money he had in his pocket. It would have been enough if he would travel alone, but now it seems like he has some other expenses to pay.

[Lau]

"Seems that this'll work out quite well, meet me out front of 'ere in the mornin and we'll get some cash and be on our way." Phlass wasn't in any state to be doing anything right now, so a good sleep was the best thing to do for now, he paid for a room at the bar and soon found hismelf up stairs checking his stitches before bed.

(OOC:then we start a new day)

[kathryn]

Charbonneau was already out front by the time morning came. His horse was all saddled up, and he was counting his coins. It would be $40 for another horse, not including food and saddle, but that wouldn't leave them with much money for food, seeing as all he had left was around $60 to his name.

"Je me demande quelles affaires il a eues...?" he muttered to himself.

(OOC: Maybe a more common horse would be that much. $40 was a lot of money back then, soo...

Also, I just used babelfish to translate, so if it's wrong, then don't blame it on me.)

[Lau]

(OOC:no worries)

Phlass walked out of the tavern after having the barman refill his flask. "So Quinton?" He said as he snuck up behind the Frenchman "Got my gun?" He recalled that he handed over his weapon before he got the ride into town.
"Oh and where's the horse?"

[kathryn]

(Are you going to rob the bank first, or...?)

Quinton pulled out the pistol from his vest, and handed it over to his new comrade. "Call me Charbonneau, please. It suits me better," he said. "You said that you had some things to do before we left town, correct? I'll get you a horse then."

[Lau]

(OOC:just show up whenever seems appropriate)
Phlass, chuckled patting Charbonneau on the back "Be quick I'll need a hand carrying something." A bag or two of money but he didn't need to know that yet. He took the gun and holstered it opposite it's twin on his belt.

Quinton paced over to the bank waited patiently in line until the bank teller called him forward "Ello, 'ere for a withdrawal." Placing the gun discretely on the counter aimed at the teller. The gaurd opposite made for his firearm and Phlass out drew him, placing two rounds into his chest "Now be quick about it would you I've got things to do."

[kathryn]

It was while Phlass was robbing the bank when Charbonneau went to the town stables to make his own "withdrawl".

Before he went to the horse stables, he went around to the hay stack and, with a little spark from his flint, lit the stack on fire. He then went back around to the front, making sure no one saw him, and knocked on the large doors. "Monsieur?" he asked, poking his head in. The smell of smoke hadn't reached there yet.

A young man, the owner of the barn and the horses came forward. "Yessir, what c'n I do y' fer?" he said in a drawl. "Hey, yer the feller who put his horse up fer the night. 'Spectin' t' stay s'more?"

"Non, non. I was wondering about that mare of yours that you put up to sell? Has anyone bought it?"

"Wha', Nettie? Naw, she's still good t' be bought. Why, y' lookin' t' buy? Gonna be thirteh dollahs!" he proudly proclaimed, hooking his thumbs around his suspenders.

Charbonneau sighed, trying to waste a little time in thought. "Oui, well, I was wondering if you could, maybe, lower the price to, say, ten?" he asked, nudging his hat up to look over the man.

"No can do fer ya, sir. I cin knock th' price down fer ya ta twenty sivin, buuuut... Tha's 'bout all I cin do ye fer."

He nodded, walking a little towards the said mare, which was a nice, older mare, maybe ten years old, with a nice brown and white coat. "She's looking old for twenty-seven. Are y-can you smell that?" he asked, suddenly sniffing the air.

The young man also sniffed. His red face visibly blanched. "O mah lord a fire!" he said, pronouncing the word like "fah-ar". He quickly high tailed it towards the back, where there was smoke visibly rising. Some of the horses were growing agitated and nervous. The man opened the back door and was met with a blaze.

As he ran back to alert someone who could help, Charbonneau yelled back. "What about the horse?"

"It'll haf'ta wait, by god, thar's a fah-ar! 'M Sorrryyyyyy!" he said, running quickly out the door towards the town bell.

Once he was gone, Charbonneau took his time, opening the door to Nettie's stall, and suiting her up to be rode on. Once she was ready, he left with her, leaving a ten dollar bill behind under a rock in the now empty stall.

He got onto his horse, and rode a little ways off, out of view. He could hear the bell, and loud yells of "Fire, fire!" He looked behind a house to see the young man, with a bucket full of water, and a line of people, crowd around the barn and the flames, some watching, some just helping. One he was certain that he wouldn't be bothered, Charbonneau rode up the town, away from the fire, stopping a little away from the bank, not quite sure where Phlass was going to be coming from. "Phlass! Hurry it up!" he called out, looking around for him.

(OOC: Long, but it gives you time to wrap things up in the bank.)

[Lau]

(OOC:sry it took so long)

Phlass, watched as the banker hurried his way back and forth filling two burlap sacks with money, of which he stole on the way in. The fire outside that everyone was screaming about proved a welcome distraction, he could hear it roar out of control from where he stood. When the banker finished Phlass bowed out of the bank "Thanks for your cooperation sir!" Holstering his guns and picking up the bags.

He bolted into the street seeing Charbonneau with the horses "Quinton catch!" He tossed one of the bags over to his counterpart and swung himself onto the fresh horse provided. "I think we've done all we need to in this town Charbonneau." He dug in his heels and took off out of town.

[kathryn]

Quinton easily caught the bag, and with a questioning look, dug his heels into the horse and rode off after Phlass, not slowing or stopping until they were well away from town.

"... You are a thief?" he asked his new partner after a moment. "I figured you were a horse thief, but a bank robber also?"

[Lau]

"I prefer a little flexibility in my work, why be tied down to just one criminal act, if yer gonna break the law you might as well make it worth the trouble." He raised the money bag with that comment.

"Okay let'see," Phlass looked off into the distance "So you got any idea where to start hunting for yer marked men?" Phlass figured they might as well decide where they were going now, putting as much distance between them and town was the best idea he himself could come up with.

[kathryn]

Quinton sighed and pulled out a rolled up news paper and tossed it to Phlass. "There's an article about two men, Jean Perue, and Beau LaVelle, making a fortune in some real estate business. The article mentions that they're living in Georgetown, which is only two days' ride east from here. They were... in on it, I suppose, and they might know more information."

[Lau]

Phlass snatched up the paper he met one of these men in passing this may be more interesting than he was prepared for but he wasn't about to go back on his word "Okay boyo I'm with ya, lead the way."

He imagined his partner going to work on these unfortunate blokes, but found that he really didn't care as long it wasn't him on the receiving end of it.

[kathryn]

They rode until dark. When the sun was nearing the horizon, Charbonneau looked back at Phlass. "We should stop to rest the horses. I could go on for days with little sleep and food, but..." he said, getting down from his panting horse. He led them to a better camping spot, and then took the packs off of his mount, including the bag full of bills.

"So, you have a fondness for thieving. It's a wonder that I haven't seen your face on any wanted posters."

[Lau]

"That'd be because most folk tink I'm six feet deep." Phlass dismounted his horse and went straight for his flask yet again "But I would say I have fondness fer it, jus never been given any other choice, my past tends to catch up with me more often then I'd like, settl'n down was never really an option." Up until they hanged him ofcourse he 'had' a chance to leave it all behind, but with this curse what was the point he'd outlive anyone he met, it was easy to live by the code of an outlaw where the only rule was to stay alive to spend the spoils.
Phlass laid out his things and used the bag of money for pillow as he went to lay down "But I suppose men like me aren't supposed to reach that happy ending, this world is hell enough I tink and death is a release denied to the wicked, or maybe too I'm drunk to care."

[kathryn]

"Eh, as long as we won't be chased out of Georgetown," he said, rolling out his blanket to sleep on. He gathered some sticks from around the place and soon a little fire was started. "Do you still eat? You can't die of starvation, so..."

[Lau]

"No but I still appreciate a good meal, an I can't garauntee nothin about trouble either.... let's just say I wont be the first to draw but I'll be the last man standing." Phlass chuckled staring up at the stars, "but I must admit how well you're takin this immortal business O'mine, most folks pull out a bible an hold up a cross."

[kathryn]

Taking a few rations out of his pack, like dried meat and hard bread, he began to talk slowly. "Let's just say... I've had my share of the unnatural." He got out a tin cup and a canteen full of water, handing Phlass the cup and pouring in some water for him.

He cut up some bread and meat and made them some sandwiches. "I will say this. You are lucky that it is a new moon tonight."

[Lau]

(OOC:Sry it's short I've got too many distractions irking me! take care)
"Luck.." Phlass snorted and laid back, after grabbing some food. Chewing down a good chunk of it he laid back on his pillow of cash.

"Well Charbonneau, Be see'n you in the morning."

[kathryn]

"Bonne Nuit. Goodnight," he muttered.

When the sun came from the horizon, it was almost as though he didn't move, but instead of his cups and dried food, he was boiling something over the fire. It smelled like rabbit, and evidence of the fur and guts was just a little away. In front of him was his gun and cleaning supplies, pushing a little brush down the gun barrel.

[Lau]

"Is that a rabbit I see boyo?" Phlass licked his lips and sat up slowly avoiding the sharp sting that came with his still fresh wounds.

"Where'd you get the time chase down that lil critter didn't even notice you get up?"

[kathryn]

"You are a deep sleeper. It wasn't hard to get up and hunt before you even woke up," he said. The rabbit stew was smelling done, so he dipped his cup into the broth, getting a bit of stew. Charbonneau handed the cup to Phlass. "Here. How are your wounds? You would have died if you weren't immortal."

[Lau]

"Oh dey sting a bit but at least I've got all my limbs, I don't fancy trying to sew an arm back on...Don't even know if I could." He took the stew and delved into it "Quite the cook, I tink their right about the french; they certainly know their food."

[kathryn]

"I'm not sure about all french, but I try. Merci," he said and took out another cup, drinking some rabbit stew.

(Speeding it uppp hope you don't mind. :) )

After they ate, Charbonneau packed up his things, let the fire go out, and loaded himself onto his horse.