The Center of Time

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Last time, the energy wasn't so strong, and there was no monster. We walked out. I think... I think there is a bridge that was used for skydocking that could serve, if you can trigger it from the ground. I'm just not quite sure where it is," the duracha says, looking concerned and confused. It's been a rather rough day for him.

 

[Shayuri]

Echo puts the map away and shakes her head. "This will be useful once we get inside, but it doesn't have any details about what's out here."

She eyes the giant insect, then says, "Lets go around it. Keep our distance, watch it for signs it's reacting to our presence, but keep moving otherwise. Once we're past it we look for the bridge he's talking about."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Everyone can begin to circle around the chronal feeder, headed for the city gates. The arcs and ribbons of color swirl overhead, occasionally dipping so low that if you reached up, you could touch them. The chronal feeder ignores you for the first few minutes, then abruptly turns as if hearing an interesting sound. It makes a chittering screech, and two more feeders appear out of a fold in the air, each one about fifty feet to either side of you. Their mandibles clack in interest, and both screech in unison, the echoes reverberating weirdly across the landscape.

 

[fireinthedust]

Duncan unslings his claymore, then calmly stays with the rest of the group.

His voice rumbles out a strategy. "I believe they'll surround us in a moment, a tactic called the "horns of the Vykk", one center, the other two flanking to either side. They are aggressive. When they attack, everyone swarm the creature to the right and take it down, while I hold the other two distracted, if I can. When the first is down, move to the next as a group, and I'll hold off the last. Then, if it stands, we'll take it together."

 

[Tashtego]

Seregal looks down at the dark key in his hands, and with a sigh, puts it away, its wonderful magic spent unexpectedly. Then he rubs his hands together with glee. So close to the city! So many secrets to explore and unlock! He's busy daydreaming about his discoveries but then he sees the defensing formation that Duncan is arranging.

"Er, how dangerous are these creatures?" Seregal says, squinting and putting on his spectacles, squinting at the strange monsters. "What does a... chronal feeder (is that the name?) do when it feeds on people...?"

He reaches for his bow, just in case.

 

[doghead]

Wisco, A Tough Nano who Lives in the Wilderness.

Wisco sighs, and scrubs the stubble on his chin while he considers the situation. Are the chronal feeders after the party, or has the party just found itself in the middle of a squabble between the creatures?

[sblock=OOC]Wisco Wilderness Lore Check: [roll0] Trained. 1 INT point + 2 Edge.[/sblock]

 

[doghead]

Xiaon, A Strong Willed Glaive who Focuses Mind Over Matter

Xiaon gives Duncan a gentle shove in the direction of one of the creatures.

"Cool your ardour, oh Bladed One. That one is yours, this one is mine."

[sblock=OOC]No sign on Gamgee since late June, so I'm ghost hacking Xiaon until I get told off [/sblock]

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

The duracha turns pale as he touches a plaque on his belt. A curved plane of blue energy winks into existence in front of him, and he draws a glittering knife from a belt sheath, though he holds it awkwardly. "Maybe... run?" he says, in a small, frightened voice.

Wisco knows chronal feeders are attracted to time anomalies, that they consume them, some theorize, to restore some kind of balance. Some say they don't even belong in the Ninth World, but some other world that touches ours, some other dimension. The upshot being, as the group was drawn here, the chronal feeders seem to be attracted to them, specifically.

With Xiaon and Duncan ready for action, the chronal feeders give another scream and charge them, mandibles clacking, screeching noises splitting the air.

And from above, one of the ribbons of color that had been floating begins to slowly descend towards the melee.

[sblock=OOC]DT is 4 (TN 12). I need a Speed Defense roll from Duncan, Xiaon, and Wisco. If anyone is attacking, same number.[/sblock]

 

[doghead]

Wisco, a Tough Nano who Lives in the Wilderness

Wisco moves, trying to stay out of trouble and using his dart thrower against the third chronal feeder as directed by Duncan.

[sblock=OOC]Wisco Speed Defence [roll0] +3 Speed Points. Wisco is trained in Might Defence, but not Speed Defence. Armour 2.
Wisco Attack (Dart Thrower) [roll1]. Dam 2.[/sblock]

 

[iamrpgdm]

The screams from the chronal feeders send a chill down Antor's spine and he almost feels the urge to make a run for it. He's grown fond of those around him and considers them to be friends, however, and holds his ground. The chill turn to a sweat as he follows Wisco's lead and pulls his bow and fires upon the third chronal feeder.

1d20=15

OOC: - When they're within immediate range, he'll pull his broadsword.