Flight

Today (06/30), the destruction of Tall Oaks and the China incident completes 10 years!

After the tragedy at Tall Oaks Cathedral and the death of her sister, Helena along with Leon flees the city before it is destroyed and boards a flight to China with the intention of detaining Simmons for the crimes he committed. There, encounters with other well-known characters from the franchise take place.

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Night by Roses

Prolog part. 1

       A stout wooden wall surrounded the outer yard and a low fire was sparking and hissing under a wooden canopy at "Lion's Dandy".  Mud filled the yard as four woodsmen sat and smoked from wood pipes, hardly making a sound over the rain falling around them.  Twelve patrons sat in the inner common with a working stove and bar along with three hot brazier's.  One of which had two men, cloaked and hooded, cooking a set of squirrels and a rabbit.  Two elderly women and a young man escorting them North to TallOaks sat looking over a map and sipping wine talking about their travels.  One patron sat at the bar sipping green tea wearing a long green hooded cloak making small talk with the cook.  

       Two knights and a squire sat at a table sipping an unappetizing cheap wine.  The squire looked sick but the bigger of the two knights looked near sober.  He had been poorly sneaking glances at the younger woman at another table. She was sitting with her husband and mother.  The wear of the road was heavy on the three of them and she was more than annoyed with his roving eyes.  The other knight seemed displeased with the taller knights staring as well but hadn't said anything, yet. Perhaps it was age or that his squire was in no shape to help him in a fight.  The lad would more likely get himself hurt falling over drunk.  Jillian Rosilin was the waitress of the common and she was another annoyed witness. Every few minutes she was at their table blocking his view to the others. She knew the man well enough and hadn't much fear of him.  "Need a refill Tom? You look dry" she would say with a slightly obvious squint of discontent and ignoring his title. It had little effect on the man.  The other woman looked little more than a girl and couldn't have been over 19 with Auburn hair.  The young man with her, her husband, was possibly the most annoyed but was trying to ignore it seeing well the knight still carried sword and dagger.   It looked like a cruel thing with a dark bronze pommel and a black leather hand and half handle.  A scabbard of plane dark unadorned leathers had a dozen nicks and scratches from fights in the not so far ago past.  

       Jillian was getting more annoyed with him and started thinking she might dump the drink in his lap next when the couple and mother stood and went to the stairs to retire to their rented apartment.  Sir Tom was near to saying something to the young lady as she left but the sudden interference of Jillian cut him off. "Mind your little tongue little man, she doesn't want anything from you." "I bet I could teach that lad of hers a thing or two about what she wants" Sir Tom replied before rolling his eyes over Jillian's body.  He was much more drunk than he seemed, she realized now.  " You are far too crass!," Said the other knight. " I give you my hope that you find manners with your time in the field.  The marches will be a harsher fight then you may think,"  he continued as he stood. 

       At first Tom looked amused as the other knight stood to leave but his mocking smile suddenly started to twist into a sneer.  He went to stand with a hand on hilt but before he was out from the table the squire intervened.  Red wine and vomit shot from the drunken boy's mouth, hitting the older knight on his pants and boots.  “Kenith! You drunken fool! You know you will be cleaning this, Damn you!” Tom sat back down after scooting his chair to a new table, laughing the whole time.  The older Knight tried to insist his squire then clean up the mess and Jillian was tempted to let him but insisted he leave and let the lad rest.  “He'd likely make it worse how drunk he is!” mused Tom all while laughing.  

An hour later and the mess was clean.  Jillian was washing off her hands with wet rags in the rain.  Tom had eventually gotten down and helped and even carried the covered table and chair out to clean themselves in the rain.  The only other patrons remaining were 2 woodsmen smoking and the one sipping green tea at the bar in a green hooded cloak  All the rest left to rooms or to wander through the rain to homes of their own.  Miranda and Neil were cleaning the bar and inner common and would be working all night but it was almost time for Jillian to leave for the night and walk the two miles back home with her father and younger siblings.  She was almost 21 and could run the whole way home in the light.  A shoulder length of sandy brown hair laid clinging to her head as much as her wet clothes clung to her body.  Tom had been nice enough while he was helping clean but his eyes were barely hidden as they kept roving over her.

"You know my,." Tom was cut off by Jillian quickly "Save it, sir. I have better things than you to deal with tonight. '' and with that she was walking away from him and back inside the inn's common room and bar.  "Do you need me to pull out anything from the storage? I can probably get Tom the pussycat to do it". Miranda laughed as did Tom Detrell from outside. "Nah, get on home dear. There are only three rooms being used and they ain't seem like early risers. Anyway, don't you have a father to take care of? Get home dear" Eli, the cook, added "be a safe walk home dear and tell’em ‘ello for us," after that she was about ready to leave.  The rain was as constant as it had been all day but there had been no lightning or even so much as a breeze.  “Take a box lanturn dear”, Miranda had said as she looked out into the rain.  “Nah, its a flat walk. I'll be home in a hurry” and she was off into the rain.  

The inn was low on candles as was most of the RoseWood and she didn't want to waste one on a quick walk home.  The shortage coming from the new trade deals made by the Royal Council of Kaya.  Besides. She figured there was enough light for her short walk. She had been working at the inn for almost five years and had done the walk in worse weather than this.  Short out of town she started to doubt herself though as the wind started to turn up and a clap of thunder could be heard far off. She was near the turn and straight lane through the swamps and bogs of the Orchid glades and decided to hurry her pace as the dimming light of the setting sun left her in growing darkness.   The rain started to turn as the wind started to howel and the clouds started to spin faster and faster until there was a funnel cloud reaching for the ground.  Jillian hid herself low in a ditch by the side of the road when she saw the twister. The sound was deafening.  Trees were ripped from the ground and thrown through the air and muddy water was flying in every direction  around her for several terrible moments.  Eventually the twister drove itself away.  Jillian had to lay in the deep mud and waters of the Orchid glades to avoid the windstream. The sun had set as the cyclone tore through the wetlands.  Rain fell hard and constant as she slowly crawled back onto the road and tried to get a sense of the world by intermittent crashes of lightning.  Soon the darkness began to grow a different kind dark in her mind as tales from childhood started to fill her imagination.  Stories of creatures like the Halu that would stand like trees in the swamp and snatch passers by in the dark and of allegatores that would stand up and run a person down on long legs like a dog.  The worst stories were of the swamp people from the South East, the Stevrins.  They were at least real or real enough, the stories of seeing in the dark and talking to trees seemed impossible but the attacks at night were true enough.  They were said to be cannibals and would eat you alive and worse.  That seemed true enough too if the horror stories from further Southeast were to be trusted.  Stories of whole villages burnt down and left in a grizzly show for whoever was unfortunate enough to find it.  

It was impossible for Jillian to find her direction in the dark and rain and the lightning was coming ever less and less as she tried to stumble to somewhere familiar. Soon the rain was just a drizzle and she was completely lost.  The trail was gone after she tried to go around a fallen tree and went waist deep in muck.  The trees of the swamp were groping claws as she stumbled through muck and mud and water.  

“Click click”, “hissssss” and a twig broke off to her left in the darkness.  The rain had died and the wind was gone.  The sounds of the Swamp were all around her.  "Hisss" tap tap tap  "What was that?” Jillian asked herself as she heard a whistling sound and another click "that didn't sound normal".  Sloosh, “that was mud, something is walking over there" she knew now.  She had lived in these wetlands too long to not be sure.  “Click click” came from just to her right, only a few feet away.  Suddenly the clouds shifted and the full moon peaked through illuminatingthe swamps and the person ahead of her. Standing in the swamp was a pale man with something in his hand.  She gasped as quietly as she could on impulse, trying to be hidden still, and another body moved out from a tree just five feet from her. 

       She turned and was running too fast for it to grab her.  Keen ears had stopped her from walking right into an ambush.  Two more bodies joined the chase as she ran with every muscle in her body.  Nothing else existed but run as she pushed through bushes and water. Over muddy banks and fallen trees and through muck she ran and stumbled.  Suddenly she was in the light. “Tom?!” She screamed as she dove to his feet. Instinct made him draw near four feet of steal bastard sword from scabbard as five painted Stevrens came into the light wielding one rusted Hunting blade of two feet of rusting iron, two rusted kitchen knives of different kind, a woodchopping ax and a heavy wooden branch fit for clubbing.  Tom Detrell wore no armor but he was fast and young and had enough fights to drive on instinct.  The first rushed and was paired before losing his wielding arm at the bicep as the second two rushed past on left and right trying to keep pressure on. He caught the left in the face as he lifted an arm and then he blocked the blow coming from the right. The fourth and fifth tried to rush but Tom kicked the wounded men into their way as the one armed man in the middle fell.  A stab in the throat of one and he was back slashing the one who tried to come to his right, slicing out guts.  With three men bleeding to death on the ground and one dead already, the last turned to run and was grabbed by the neck and a blade shoved deep through his back to the hilt.  He then took his club and brain-dredged the bleeding men to death.  Tom stopped himself after a moment and remembered Jillian. 

She was sitting on the ground with her head in her hands hyperventilating too badly to cry.  Her lungs were on fire. “The bastards are dead now my lady” said the blood drenched knight.  She did not hear him until he walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder.  She shreked as she felt his hand suddenly but heard his voice.  “I think it's okay Jillian I killed the Five of'em. you are safe.”  looking up, his face was a horrifying mock of shadows and red. The thunder was far away in the distance once more.  She looked at the ruin of bodies behind him and was numb.  She felt nothing but her burning lungs and his hand as he went to pick her up, “please no!" she jolted to her feet, electrified by the contact. “Please don’t touch me, Sir?"  she whimpered out now. “No no of course not my lady” looking around he found the torch he brought and picked it up.  A moment later and it was burning bright and dry again.  “Thank you ,Sir '' trying to respect his title as much as possible.  Her gratitude wasn’t lost on him but she was clearly too shaken to touch and he was being chivalrous “Of course m’lady.  Come we ought to get to your home best we get moving. Those bastards must have been after the storm looking for opportunity.  Glad I found them instead.  Miranda asked me to follow you just after you left but I told her I had no point but after that whirlwind l figured you had to be caught in it and I came to look for you. I was lucky I saw your tracks in the mud at all.  The road was just this way.  I think your fathers farm is only a mile further down the road. We will be there soon.'' He was trying to keep her mind on the present and away from the storm and the dark but Jillian had froze.  Tom stopped too to look at her.  "Tom, who is that?" Jillian asked him in a flat terrified tone.  He was by her side in an instant, looking into the dark with her. Standing just outside the light of the torch was a dark figure with a gleaming claw.  Tom tried to draw his sword again and he shoved her behind himself with a hard elbow.  “Run!” he yelled as footsteps in the mud came rushing at them.  A few moments later Jillian was shivering under a fallen tree.  She had only heard the short fight. Clang clang swish and a wet sharp sound over and over again. 

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Demetria Belby 

She’s the star of my new gameplay series.  I’ve always dabbled in gardening, but have never actually played a household where being a gardener and an herbalist was my sole focus.  Until now!

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist 

Traits: Green Thumb, Love the Outdoors, Genius 

Gardening: level 4 | Fishing: Level 3 | Herbalism: level 3 | Handiness: level 3

Chris Whitaker’s latest book as I’m writing this, We Begin At The End was a smash hit in the eyes of my fellow book reviewers so after loving it myself, I decided to go back and read his back catalogue, starting with this engrossing debut, Tall Oaks. Engrossing is the perfect word to describe this novel as I was completely hooked and fascinated by the story from the very start. Talk Oaks follows a number of different characters in a Californian community after a diabolical crime. Three year old Harry goes missing and after his mother Jess sees something terrifying on his baby monitor the whole community becomes embroiled in the mystery, whilst hiding their own little skeletons in the closet. There are so many characters and so many stories within their lives that this was a treat to read. I loved teenager Manny who wants to be a gangster, dresses to impress (complete with gangster facial hair and fedora), swears like a trooper but cares fiercely for his mother and little sister. There is also Jerry who is struggling with his terminally ill and very difficult mother, Jared the charming and handsome stranger who appears to be hiding something from his past and Jim, the dedicated police detective, trying desperately to crack the case but withholding a little secret of his own. This is to name a few! There’s so many more characters to explore in Tall Oaks. I adore a book with lots of characters but I’m not sure I’ve read anything like this for a long time where you feel each individual is so rich and unique that you can actually picture them so distinctly in your mind’s eye. Reading both We Begin At The End and Tall Oaks has given me a real hunger to devour anything else the author writes. I’ll be reading All The Wicked Girls quite soon and I’ll definitely be eagerly anticipating anything he releases in the future. Just brilliant. The full five stars 🌟 🌟 🌟 🌟 🌟 #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #bookreview #talloaks #chriswhitaker #chriswhitakerauthor #fivestarreads #bookfiend #readthisbook https://www.instagram.com/p/CKkAojFgziV/?igshid=1x1ngciaklr0h

Talloak

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Claire only likes 4 things, Leon, Sherry, Chris, and Motorcycles. In that order.

And Leon is forever 21 and was last seen in Talloaks and in Ingrid Hunnigan and Helena Harper.

No Hope Left

Today (06/29), the Tall Oaks incident completes 10 years!

Forced to participate in President Adam's death to save her sister, Helena Harper fought to the end to stop Simmons from getting what he wanted. In the midst of all this, she met the famous Leon S. Kennedy who became her partner, together they crossed a destroyed city to reach the Tall Oaks Cathedral and discover the whole truth about the incident.

Fun Fact: Born in 1989, Helena was 24 years old in Resident Evil 6. Her birthday is sometime between January 1st and June 28th. This means that in 2023, she is 34 years old.

Due to her disappearance from the franchise, it was not possible to follow everything that happened to Helena during these 10 years.

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Go girl! :)

this is Talloak

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