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<blockquote data-quote="Tangent Loki" data-source="post: 4103936" data-attributes="member: 20209"><p>the next day is stormy and uneventful. The summer rain drenching all of the supplies. </p><p></p><p>during the night they hear the step of booted feet. the Catperson goes to investigate. The bear following as a bear shortly thereafter. </p><p></p><p>they see stout man shapes, black, wearing fine armor with capes or excellent make. There are five of them marching. </p><p></p><p>They sense her present and form a defensive line. Large mauls facing out in every direction. </p><p></p><p>The heads of them gleaming in the rare moonlight. </p><p></p><p>She steps up, having been noticed. and begins to try to talk to the creatures. Their beady black eyes set in large jawed black faces. </p><p></p><p>They are stouter than men. </p><p></p><p>She steps forward. One of them with a more ornate looking hammer than the rest steps up to meet here. The bear readies himself. She offers food. He looks at her. Not understanding the many tongues he has tried to speak to him in. But it doesn't matter. he swings his hammer which erupts into flame. </p><p></p><p>The bear charges. his roar shatters the stillness of the night and his claws rend deep into the flesh of the druegar leader. As them sink in they grasp and his charge becomes a rolling grapple, massive bear arms pinning and slicing the poor wretch into shreds. </p><p></p><p>The others act. One chants something in their foul tongue. And another grows to match the size of the bear. His mace slams in denting a shoulder of the powerful bear's build.</p><p></p><p>a third also hammers into the bear, and the fourth winks out of sight. </p><p></p><p>The catperson slashes her rapier out of its sheath and scores a hit on one of the creatures, leaving a ragged tear across its cheek. It spits. </p><p></p><p>The bear finishes mauling their captain, and turns his attention to the big one. two claws rend flesh and a bite tears a gouge out of his leg. His hammer rocks into the bears abdomen. </p><p></p><p>A lazy claw decapitates the flanking one to the right. </p><p></p><p>The remaining one launches a quick few hammer strikes at the cat, expertly parried and turned back by the agile rapier. He smashes a globule to his feet. </p><p></p><p>The stench is awful.</p><p></p><p>then winks out of sight.</p><p></p><p>Wakened by the sounds of combat, the rest of the groggy party makes their way to the site of the battle. The cat and the bear are busy wretching and moving away. </p><p></p><p>valence makes her way into the could and begins to vomit. </p><p></p><p>while vomiting the cat attempts to strip the bodies. the bear circles out the the wind. </p><p></p><p>choking valence calls a creature born of though from the elements of air. it increases the ambient wind while buzzing and glowing softly. soon the cloud is dispersed. </p><p></p><p>valence hardly notices as a quick hand snaps the amulet around her neck, and hurries off. </p><p></p><p>After they loot the bodies, taking valuables as they can. they find their possessions in disarray. Some scattered food. Sacks look like they have been rifled through. but very little is taken. </p><p></p><p>At this sight, valence reaches us protectively to clutch her amulet, only to find its familiar shape and weight missing. </p><p></p><p>"we need to find them now!" she whines. </p><p></p><p>"How we find?" replies wolf.</p><p></p><p>"Lets look for tracks" she responds. </p><p></p><p>They search for an hour but find nothing in the tall grass. They move camp a little ways up the trail just in care something might be watching and waiting. And they settle back down. </p><p></p><p>The morning is a flurry of argument. </p><p></p><p>Who did what and when. Valence gets to shouting. The catperson notices something at the edge of the clearing. A booted foot sticking out from the tall grass. She saunters over to check. A dead druegar is there. In its possession is a few of the missing rations. </p><p></p><p>Otherwise it is stripped. Its body is covered in tiny slashes. Some of them forming elaborate swirls and a few z’s. All of the cuts look precise and practiced. </p><p></p><p>Valence goes into a frenzy of searching for the amulet. But before long gives up. Realizing that it must not be here. </p><p></p><p>The next day wears on slowly. In the mid-day heat they see a small form of caked mud standing in the roadway. </p><p></p><p>As they near they make out vague man shape. Twigs poke out of mud at odd angles in a vaguely human shape. A sow man made of glopped mud. </p><p></p><p>They approach the figure. A few languages are tried. It stands silently. A coin is flipped to it. It makes no movements. They proceed around it. They notice a few hundred feet down the road there is a procession crossing. A tall orc at the head, his hair is shaggy and matted, a long sword waits at his back, as well as a dozen goblin archers.</p><p></p><p>The party prepares for battle. Wolf mounts up his Pegasus and takes flight wheeling a few hundred feet in the air above the oblivious entourage’s head. </p><p></p><p>Raid takes to the high grass not far behind the trailing goblins. </p><p></p><p>Acacius also takes flight to hover between them all. Valence prepares to run as well as the catperson. </p><p></p><p>Raid gives the order. He is the first to charge in weaving a spell into his sword strike it roars forth a fan of flames missing the entire grouping. </p><p></p><p>In the air a shape is changing and falling, at an alarming rate wolf descends into the front of the group, his ring taking the barest of effect on his fall until it slams him to a stop the last second before the ground. </p><p></p><p>Valence and the Cat both charge in to the fray. </p><p></p><p>The procession is baffled by all of this, too shocked to even move. </p><p></p><p>Wolf mauls through the orc. It splatters to the ground in a sodden heap, both arms are firmly held in the bears massive paws, torn from their respective sockets. </p><p></p><p>Raid sends another flourish through, this time crisping a few of the unfortunate goblins. </p><p></p><p>The rest continue their approach.</p><p></p><p>The goblins break in every direction. Running into the tall grass in an attempt to escape by any means possible, one is caught in Wolf’s massive paw, its neck snaps in the force of the grasp. The ones nearest to raid, dart around him in the confusion, making for the other side of the road. </p><p></p><p>Valence charges into another group of them using her newest trick a spinning roundhouse kick to hit four of the fleeing goblins at once. </p><p></p><p>The cat person’s rapier slashes down a third. </p><p></p><p>The goblins continue their run. Raid corners two and lets a jet of flame consume them backlit by the witchfire as it burns. </p><p></p><p>One reaches the edge of the visible field and Valence pulls back her bow and lets fly an arrow. It arc and takes the goblin in the back, it thuds to the ground. </p><p></p><p>One of the creatures make it off of the map. </p><p></p><p>They begin to pile the bodies and search for things. A grinding noise is heard and small broken golden chains emerge from the mud creatures mouth. It crumbles into the earth. </p><p></p><p>They search the bodies finding nothing to interesting. Some poor rations, a few empty satchels, some stones and bones. Poorly made bows and arrows are in their possession, and the fine looking blade and amulet of the orc. As well as a journal. </p><p></p><p>Wolf appropriates the belongings of the orc, and several goblins. </p><p>“My kill.” He warns any offenders. </p><p></p><p>The rest pile the bodies for burning. </p><p></p><p> Valence begins to have second thoughts, concern marking her face as bright cheer had done scant moments before in the thrill of battle. </p><p></p><p>“why did we do that?” She asks</p><p></p><p>“Because they are foul creatures and my blade was not yet wet this Journey” Replies raid. </p><p></p><p>“Seems like a poor reason to me.” Retorts valence. </p><p></p><p>“What do you have for it?” ends Raid. </p><p></p><p>A figure is seen approaching on the horizon. A shape mammoth hurtling through the air also along the road. Wolf mounts up to go meet it. The shape is a creature with the lower half of the body built like a dragon. Thick scaly, with four massive, legs, the upper portion is that of a man with two taloned hands, and wings that sprout from his back like sails. His skin is covered in tiny plates of gold. That look more than formidable as armor, as well as the shimmering silver plate which covers him as armor. He has a long glaive clutched in one hand.</p><p></p><p>“What ho, who you?” queries wolf. </p><p></p><p>“I bring aid and a message for Acacius” Booms the creature. </p><p></p><p>It lands carefully. Among the group and deposits a small stone, vaguely white, in the hands of Acacius. </p><p></p><p>The boy has a faraway look in his eyes for just a moment. He sends the message to raid as well.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Tangent Loki, post: 4103936, member: 20209"] the next day is stormy and uneventful. The summer rain drenching all of the supplies. during the night they hear the step of booted feet. the Catperson goes to investigate. The bear following as a bear shortly thereafter. they see stout man shapes, black, wearing fine armor with capes or excellent make. There are five of them marching. They sense her present and form a defensive line. Large mauls facing out in every direction. The heads of them gleaming in the rare moonlight. She steps up, having been noticed. and begins to try to talk to the creatures. Their beady black eyes set in large jawed black faces. They are stouter than men. She steps forward. One of them with a more ornate looking hammer than the rest steps up to meet here. The bear readies himself. She offers food. He looks at her. Not understanding the many tongues he has tried to speak to him in. But it doesn't matter. he swings his hammer which erupts into flame. The bear charges. his roar shatters the stillness of the night and his claws rend deep into the flesh of the druegar leader. As them sink in they grasp and his charge becomes a rolling grapple, massive bear arms pinning and slicing the poor wretch into shreds. The others act. One chants something in their foul tongue. And another grows to match the size of the bear. His mace slams in denting a shoulder of the powerful bear's build. a third also hammers into the bear, and the fourth winks out of sight. The catperson slashes her rapier out of its sheath and scores a hit on one of the creatures, leaving a ragged tear across its cheek. It spits. The bear finishes mauling their captain, and turns his attention to the big one. two claws rend flesh and a bite tears a gouge out of his leg. His hammer rocks into the bears abdomen. A lazy claw decapitates the flanking one to the right. The remaining one launches a quick few hammer strikes at the cat, expertly parried and turned back by the agile rapier. He smashes a globule to his feet. The stench is awful. then winks out of sight. Wakened by the sounds of combat, the rest of the groggy party makes their way to the site of the battle. The cat and the bear are busy wretching and moving away. valence makes her way into the could and begins to vomit. while vomiting the cat attempts to strip the bodies. the bear circles out the the wind. choking valence calls a creature born of though from the elements of air. it increases the ambient wind while buzzing and glowing softly. soon the cloud is dispersed. valence hardly notices as a quick hand snaps the amulet around her neck, and hurries off. After they loot the bodies, taking valuables as they can. they find their possessions in disarray. Some scattered food. Sacks look like they have been rifled through. but very little is taken. At this sight, valence reaches us protectively to clutch her amulet, only to find its familiar shape and weight missing. "we need to find them now!" she whines. "How we find?" replies wolf. "Lets look for tracks" she responds. They search for an hour but find nothing in the tall grass. They move camp a little ways up the trail just in care something might be watching and waiting. And they settle back down. The morning is a flurry of argument. Who did what and when. Valence gets to shouting. The catperson notices something at the edge of the clearing. A booted foot sticking out from the tall grass. She saunters over to check. A dead druegar is there. In its possession is a few of the missing rations. Otherwise it is stripped. Its body is covered in tiny slashes. Some of them forming elaborate swirls and a few z’s. All of the cuts look precise and practiced. Valence goes into a frenzy of searching for the amulet. But before long gives up. Realizing that it must not be here. The next day wears on slowly. In the mid-day heat they see a small form of caked mud standing in the roadway. As they near they make out vague man shape. Twigs poke out of mud at odd angles in a vaguely human shape. A sow man made of glopped mud. They approach the figure. A few languages are tried. It stands silently. A coin is flipped to it. It makes no movements. They proceed around it. They notice a few hundred feet down the road there is a procession crossing. A tall orc at the head, his hair is shaggy and matted, a long sword waits at his back, as well as a dozen goblin archers. The party prepares for battle. Wolf mounts up his Pegasus and takes flight wheeling a few hundred feet in the air above the oblivious entourage’s head. Raid takes to the high grass not far behind the trailing goblins. Acacius also takes flight to hover between them all. Valence prepares to run as well as the catperson. Raid gives the order. He is the first to charge in weaving a spell into his sword strike it roars forth a fan of flames missing the entire grouping. In the air a shape is changing and falling, at an alarming rate wolf descends into the front of the group, his ring taking the barest of effect on his fall until it slams him to a stop the last second before the ground. Valence and the Cat both charge in to the fray. The procession is baffled by all of this, too shocked to even move. Wolf mauls through the orc. It splatters to the ground in a sodden heap, both arms are firmly held in the bears massive paws, torn from their respective sockets. Raid sends another flourish through, this time crisping a few of the unfortunate goblins. The rest continue their approach. The goblins break in every direction. Running into the tall grass in an attempt to escape by any means possible, one is caught in Wolf’s massive paw, its neck snaps in the force of the grasp. The ones nearest to raid, dart around him in the confusion, making for the other side of the road. Valence charges into another group of them using her newest trick a spinning roundhouse kick to hit four of the fleeing goblins at once. The cat person’s rapier slashes down a third. The goblins continue their run. Raid corners two and lets a jet of flame consume them backlit by the witchfire as it burns. One reaches the edge of the visible field and Valence pulls back her bow and lets fly an arrow. It arc and takes the goblin in the back, it thuds to the ground. One of the creatures make it off of the map. They begin to pile the bodies and search for things. A grinding noise is heard and small broken golden chains emerge from the mud creatures mouth. It crumbles into the earth. They search the bodies finding nothing to interesting. Some poor rations, a few empty satchels, some stones and bones. Poorly made bows and arrows are in their possession, and the fine looking blade and amulet of the orc. As well as a journal. Wolf appropriates the belongings of the orc, and several goblins. “My kill.” He warns any offenders. The rest pile the bodies for burning. Valence begins to have second thoughts, concern marking her face as bright cheer had done scant moments before in the thrill of battle. “why did we do that?” She asks “Because they are foul creatures and my blade was not yet wet this Journey” Replies raid. “Seems like a poor reason to me.” Retorts valence. “What do you have for it?” ends Raid. A figure is seen approaching on the horizon. A shape mammoth hurtling through the air also along the road. Wolf mounts up to go meet it. The shape is a creature with the lower half of the body built like a dragon. Thick scaly, with four massive, legs, the upper portion is that of a man with two taloned hands, and wings that sprout from his back like sails. His skin is covered in tiny plates of gold. That look more than formidable as armor, as well as the shimmering silver plate which covers him as armor. He has a long glaive clutched in one hand. “What ho, who you?” queries wolf. “I bring aid and a message for Acacius” Booms the creature. It lands carefully. Among the group and deposits a small stone, vaguely white, in the hands of Acacius. The boy has a faraway look in his eyes for just a moment. He sends the message to raid as well. [/QUOTE]
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