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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>It is a hot and clear day on the slopes of the mountain. There is a full military contingent arrayed in formation looking down the slope toward a small, farming settlement swarming with the strange lizard creatures that so recently surfaced. There is no sign of any of the villagers, but a tall fox in a captain's uniform is looking down over the ridge, waiting for the volunteers he called for.<br> <br>Cassidy adjusts her hat as she draws closer, taking a deep breath. It'd been a while since she actually faced open combat! This would be interesting. She'd have to take precautions to stay safe, certainly, already conjuring up her fiery embers to swarm around her like a defense shell. "Hello there."<br> <br>Markus was starting to overheat in this heavy armor, but he soldiered on. He climbs the ridge, stepping up to the captain. "Alright. I'm here." He says, removing his helm to wipe at his brow.<br> <br>Rokarion has just returned from Cliffside, not like that anyone might have noticed really. Training in Creator's technology and language, visiting ancient ruins it was indeed quite the lovely trip this time around. With a yawn, the heavy-cloak clad plant reaches the camp, not enough time to rest but it does not matter. Looking around, the youthful jasmine heads towards the fox, noticing his officer regalia. <br> <br>Rev lifts his armored left hand to shield his eyes from the sun. The large armored wolf climbs up to the ridge, and arrives at camp not long after Rokarion. His right hand tightening around his spear. Which he has been using as a walking stick.While his claymore remains securely strapped to his back. After briefly looking about he heads straight to where everyone else appesrs to be gathering.<br> <br>The creak and clatter of metal plate (and a long chain coif for his neck, of course) announces the arrival of the brave little Giraffe, Llewellyn. He seems nearly enthusiastic about this call to battle, offering something of a cheery wave to Cassidy--even if she had broken his heart by showing no interest in him. The smile flickers a little bit seeing the other odds and ends gathered--a conscript in pinged armor? An effeminate flower--who is, of course, taller than him? Hmph. Well, it looks they'd need someone stalwart as him. |
| + | "Alright, fellas. I'll do my best to keep you all safe, but if you act a fool, I ain't sacrificing my ass to save yours!" he calls to nobody in particular, a smug grin on his face.<br> <br>Angus rests his hand on the guard of his Saber as he arrives, his golem Mister curled around his shoulders as it regards the scene. It had been to long since he had even thought of combat, feeling like he was starting to loose his edge before the call came out, and he lept for the chance. "Good Afternoon." He mutters, nearly smiling as he hears Llewellyn speak up. "I will keep that in mind thanks."<br> <br>Serana hums lightly, the shark flicking his tail with a soft hum. He hasn't been in a real battle once in his life, but he's been in enough skirmishes to not show any real nervousness. However, he didn't know the first thing about battlefield tactics, but, he imagined he could sit back, relax, and shoot everything that moved that wasn't in firmamentian colors. "Yo."<br> <br>A downright -cold- gust of wind scythes through the hot, arid afternoon as Natska lands in the camp at Cassidy's side. She flashes her wife a quick smile, then settles her black domino mask in place as she looks over the rest of the group. "Excellent," she decides, then nods to the officer, her ears perking.<br> <br>The captain turns from the view of the overrun town to his gathered volunteers. "Good," he says, "you are here. As you can see, things are rather dire here." He waves a hand at the draconian soldiers swarming through the little town. "Things are rather worse than we thought they were," he says, turning away from the group to look down over the chaos, "They came up through the ground at dawn. There was a sudden crack in the middle of town and those things swarmed up like roaches. Only three beings managed to escape. The beasts don't seem interested in moving yet, or they would already be in Firmament. They are up to something. We think that there are survivors down there." The fox looks to the group around him. "Your task is to go down there and find out what they are up to," he says, "Find any survivors and destroy as many of those monsters as you can. Are there any questions?"<br> <br>Cassidy offers a return wave to Llewellyn, accompanied with an unseen smile before she nods at Angus. "Hmmm. Seems straight forward. I'm surprised they didn't just move on after taking the town. I never took them for the type to hold taken land. But we'll find any survivors."<br> <br>Markus looks down at the draconic soldiers, and puts his helmet on, looking over those assembled. "Seems like quite the motley crew..." He says, drawing a sword and putting it over his shoulder. "Who will lead the charge?<br> <br>Angus gives the captain a nod, turning his gaze over to the town as the cold gust of wind sweeps past him. "Lets hope this isn't just a forward reconissance party for something larger." The prospect of them holding land was a disturbing one, they had never been focused on territory whenever he had seen him, what had changed now. His tail swishes a bit as he folds his arms over his chest, turning the gesture into an excuse to meddle with a few parts of the Golem Grasper over his right forearm as he thinks.<br> <br>Rev scratches at his chin with one of the clawed tips of his gauntlet. "So the job is save the villiagers, and kill anything that get's in the way. Seems simple enough. Sooo no questions on my part." He says as he nods to the captain. <br> <br>Llewellyn pulls his long face into a grim line of determination, though it's not hard to hear the enthusiasm in his voice. "How's this. You, and you," he indicates, having not learned any newcomers' names, "you're armored? Flank me. Everyone else behind. Spellcasters" (he spits out with a bit of disgust) "and archers, back row. Everyone else, be ready to grab and escort survivors." The Giraffe barks his orders so sternly, it's hard to believe that he's never actually led a charge...<br> <br>Natska gives her head a small shake. "Either there is something they want there, or they came up because they had to. We'll have to refrain from just wiping them out until we have it sorted... Captain, you have earth mages listening for other tunnels too, yes?"<br> <br>Rokarion nods towards the captain as he idly mulls something in his head before eyeing the area underneath, "Well, I guess I have no questions, unless you have some information about what kind of weapons they use and anything about their offensive and defensive capabilities." He answers, a layer of stone already forming around him as he finishes the mental equation. <br> <br>Natska gives Llewellyn a faint frown. "I hope you can move quietly. We should infiltrate first, secure any survivors, and determine what they are doing before we assault." | ||
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It is a hot and clear day on the slopes of the mountain. There is a full military contingent arrayed in formation looking down the slope toward a small, farming settlement swarming with the strange lizard creatures that so recently surfaced. There is no sign of any of the villagers, but a tall fox in a captain's uniform is looking down over the ridge, waiting for the volunteers he called for.
Cassidy adjusts her hat as she draws closer, taking a deep breath. It'd been a while since she actually faced open combat! This would be interesting. She'd have to take precautions to stay safe, certainly, already conjuring up her fiery embers to swarm around her like a defense shell. "Hello there."
Markus was starting to overheat in this heavy armor, but he soldiered on. He climbs the ridge, stepping up to the captain. "Alright. I'm here." He says, removing his helm to wipe at his brow.
Rokarion has just returned from Cliffside, not like that anyone might have noticed really. Training in Creator's technology and language, visiting ancient ruins it was indeed quite the lovely trip this time around. With a yawn, the heavy-cloak clad plant reaches the camp, not enough time to rest but it does not matter. Looking around, the youthful jasmine heads towards the fox, noticing his officer regalia.
Rev lifts his armored left hand to shield his eyes from the sun. The large armored wolf climbs up to the ridge, and arrives at camp not long after Rokarion. His right hand tightening around his spear. Which he has been using as a walking stick.While his claymore remains securely strapped to his back. After briefly looking about he heads straight to where everyone else appesrs to be gathering.
The creak and clatter of metal plate (and a long chain coif for his neck, of course) announces the arrival of the brave little Giraffe, Llewellyn. He seems nearly enthusiastic about this call to battle, offering something of a cheery wave to Cassidy--even if she had broken his heart by showing no interest in him. The smile flickers a little bit seeing the other odds and ends gathered--a conscript in pinged armor? An effeminate flower--who is, of course, taller than him? Hmph. Well, it looks they'd need someone stalwart as him.
"Alright, fellas. I'll do my best to keep you all safe, but if you act a fool, I ain't sacrificing my ass to save yours!" he calls to nobody in particular, a smug grin on his face.
Angus rests his hand on the guard of his Saber as he arrives, his golem Mister curled around his shoulders as it regards the scene. It had been to long since he had even thought of combat, feeling like he was starting to loose his edge before the call came out, and he lept for the chance. "Good Afternoon." He mutters, nearly smiling as he hears Llewellyn speak up. "I will keep that in mind thanks."
Serana hums lightly, the shark flicking his tail with a soft hum. He hasn't been in a real battle once in his life, but he's been in enough skirmishes to not show any real nervousness. However, he didn't know the first thing about battlefield tactics, but, he imagined he could sit back, relax, and shoot everything that moved that wasn't in firmamentian colors. "Yo."
A downright -cold- gust of wind scythes through the hot, arid afternoon as Natska lands in the camp at Cassidy's side. She flashes her wife a quick smile, then settles her black domino mask in place as she looks over the rest of the group. "Excellent," she decides, then nods to the officer, her ears perking.
The captain turns from the view of the overrun town to his gathered volunteers. "Good," he says, "you are here. As you can see, things are rather dire here." He waves a hand at the draconian soldiers swarming through the little town. "Things are rather worse than we thought they were," he says, turning away from the group to look down over the chaos, "They came up through the ground at dawn. There was a sudden crack in the middle of town and those things swarmed up like roaches. Only three beings managed to escape. The beasts don't seem interested in moving yet, or they would already be in Firmament. They are up to something. We think that there are survivors down there." The fox looks to the group around him. "Your task is to go down there and find out what they are up to," he says, "Find any survivors and destroy as many of those monsters as you can. Are there any questions?"
Cassidy offers a return wave to Llewellyn, accompanied with an unseen smile before she nods at Angus. "Hmmm. Seems straight forward. I'm surprised they didn't just move on after taking the town. I never took them for the type to hold taken land. But we'll find any survivors."
Markus looks down at the draconic soldiers, and puts his helmet on, looking over those assembled. "Seems like quite the motley crew..." He says, drawing a sword and putting it over his shoulder. "Who will lead the charge?
Angus gives the captain a nod, turning his gaze over to the town as the cold gust of wind sweeps past him. "Lets hope this isn't just a forward reconissance party for something larger." The prospect of them holding land was a disturbing one, they had never been focused on territory whenever he had seen him, what had changed now. His tail swishes a bit as he folds his arms over his chest, turning the gesture into an excuse to meddle with a few parts of the Golem Grasper over his right forearm as he thinks.
Rev scratches at his chin with one of the clawed tips of his gauntlet. "So the job is save the villiagers, and kill anything that get's in the way. Seems simple enough. Sooo no questions on my part." He says as he nods to the captain.
Llewellyn pulls his long face into a grim line of determination, though it's not hard to hear the enthusiasm in his voice. "How's this. You, and you," he indicates, having not learned any newcomers' names, "you're armored? Flank me. Everyone else behind. Spellcasters" (he spits out with a bit of disgust) "and archers, back row. Everyone else, be ready to grab and escort survivors." The Giraffe barks his orders so sternly, it's hard to believe that he's never actually led a charge...
Natska gives her head a small shake. "Either there is something they want there, or they came up because they had to. We'll have to refrain from just wiping them out until we have it sorted... Captain, you have earth mages listening for other tunnels too, yes?"
Rokarion nods towards the captain as he idly mulls something in his head before eyeing the area underneath, "Well, I guess I have no questions, unless you have some information about what kind of weapons they use and anything about their offensive and defensive capabilities." He answers, a layer of stone already forming around him as he finishes the mental equation.
Natska gives Llewellyn a faint frown. "I hope you can move quietly. We should infiltrate first, secure any survivors, and determine what they are doing before we assault."
