Scions of the New World:Scene One-Gertle's Gulch...

Zadkiel releases the boy's jaw and looks to off in the direction Derry indicated. North... eh? We'll have to haul 'em in to Gertle's Gulch. Make a call on the local Authorities... wonder if these orcs have a bounty on 'em... take the scalps in any case. His eyes narrow as Mantis moves out... Those bugs sure can move.

He pulls a flask from a buckled pouch on his hip. Grimacing after he tips it back, Zadkiel wipes his mouth on the back of his gloved hand and draws a shuddering breath. He grits at the boys, "Tell me about the Scion."

Mantis signals from his rocky perch and Zadkiel tucks the flask back into his pouch. He peers down at the boys. "Keep up. Stay near Brahnz and Lupe." He levels his glance on Brahnz wordlessly. Keep them out of the way.

Trotting wide to reach the corpses of the Orcs, Zadkiel stoops and quickly divests them of their shaggy, matted manes. He looks to Semm, "Still hungry, pahds?" He seems serious, but it is hard to tell. He tucks the scalps under his belt, blood smearing over his mail and scabbard. They flap gruesomely as he trots to catch up with Mantis, he tosses a look over his shoulder for Tzzecct, Semm, Brahnz and The Boys.

Zadkiel calls up to Mantis as he leaps the rocks to the stand by the chitinous warrior, "What do you see, Mantis?" He grunts as he sees the smoke, "Makin' it easy on us." His quiet drawl is angry, tight.
 
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Lupe comes up to derry and rolls over on his back looking for scritches. Brahnz simply smiles and wonders what kind of life these two will have without thier parents. It's obvious to Whistler and Semm that she has taken a fondness to them. OK little men. we have to get you to a town. you are not to leave my side for any reason unless I tell you to. Is this understood?
 

Seeing the signal from his insectile brother, Tzzect quickly bounds to the rocks effortlessly climbing to sit beside Mantis..looking in the direction indicated, his eyes open wider to take in the scene. No, not good....seems that either the town is having a celebration or...looks like we'd better get a move on or else there may be no more town for us to sleep tonight Probably have a few more orcs to kill it seems..
 

OoC:Gertle's Gulch is Northwest, the smoke is North, not the town, Ferretguy...probably a camp, or one of the old mines, perhaps.

IC

The children nod at the Dragonlady, looking fearfully at her Wolf, and then standing and getting ready to move out,quick.

Derry speaks quietly to Whistler 'The Scion..he was humna, least I think he wuz...dark , black even,with red eyes. He laughed and spit fire ,he burned Uncle Zed alive...He went off North, with more Orcs. We hid, cuz Uncle Zed...Uncle Zed said 'Hide'boys!' right afore he wuz killed.' The child breaks into tears at this, though his brother stays quiet during the tale's recount.
 

"Good-tck," Mantis replies to his wasp colored companion. "May-btcke thziz scion wckill btcke thzere t-oo." Aggravated at how much he struggles to pronounce so many sounds he clicks low in his chest in frustration.

The mantis lauches himself off his perch, turning once in mid air, to come skidding to his feat at the bottom of the outcropping. Then, after shaking the dust out of his poncho he takes off to the north, running and bounding from rock to rock, pausing occasionally to survey his surroundings and wait for the others to catch up.
 
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Semm runs now on his hind legs. It is somewhat awkward but the Master told him he would find more acceptance if ambulated in such a fashion. He looks back over his shoulder to make sure Whistler and Brahnz are following but doesn't want to lose sight of Mantis.
 

Drake-gifted Scion? Not good. He squints down at Derry and winces mentally when the boy starts crying. He whips a smoldering glance at Brahnz and snaps his eyes back to the child. He awkwardly pats the kid on the head, "Dry it up, kid. Ya done good." With that the Marshall spins on a booted, sun playing dully across his dusty silver mail, and takes off after the others, long gray cloak popping and snapping as it trails out behind him. He shakes his head at the sniffling behind him.

He calls ahead to the rest of the posse as he catches up, "Keep your eyes sharp and mind we don't get too strung out. We may be facing a Drake-gifted Scion, folks." He glances back over his shoulder at Brahnz. He pulls a neckerchief over his mouth and nose, peering around at the barren land as they run. Wonder what happened to this place. Heard it used to be green an' perty once.

OOC: Everyone will need to stay within 60' to take advantage of Whistler's Aura ...+6 to spot checks...
 


OOC: oops....never good with directions....

Tzzecct scrambles off the rocks keeping to all fours (or is that 6?) doing his best to keep up.Drake gifted hmm...what he can't see he can't hurt....
 

Seeing as piggyback is out of the question for the boys, Brahnz's back ridge would do more damage to them than any villien, She scoops both up in an arm and starts running to keep up with the rest. Rest easy little ones. I will not allow you to come to harm.


ooc: Whistler cannot be Lawful Neutral. celestials and half celestials MUST be good aligned.
 

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