A dark dawning - RPLOG
Participants
Date
3/11/477
Log
The Air Ship cut in through the treacherous mountains as the sun begins to set, casting it's amber glow around the country side as the adventurers are left to wait for the ship to dock. Thankfully, the docking takes little time, and soon enough the group is ushered out into what appears to be a make shift fort, built right where they had cleared not too long ago... Large walls serving to block out the lethal denziens of the heavily forested path, and a few basic buildings residing for the workers and 'guards'. In the center of the makeshift camp, near the nations flag, stood Varlin Blackback. The noble skunk having clad himself with a thick chainmail jacket, with an ornate coat covering it. His spectacles resting slightly down his snout as he toys with the handle of his saber slowly. "Well... Any moment now I do suppose... Good the ship is punctual in the least."
Fenris arrives undisguised today. As much fun as it is to make up new aliases, it is nice to see and be seen as yourself now and then. The liger shakes his short white mane and stuffs his hands into the pockets of his long, dark coat as he saunters toward the center of the camp. "Hello, Lord Blackback," he says amiably, "What excitement do you have planned for us today?"
Cassidy folds her hands behind her back, waiting for the ship to come to a rest as she smiles up at Natska. "This is such a fascinating place, don't you think? To imagine... All these dangerous creatures, not too far from our home!" She chuckles softly and brushes off the sleeve of her deep violet tailcoat before propping her hand on the grimoire hanging from her hip.
Natska nods her head. The jaguar is wearing a dress similar to one of Cassidy's, a heavier garment in crimson and black, and she has her book of math in hand as she goes over her reference equations a few last times. "I know. I am not sure if they have anything that compares to the bone dragons, but they are certainly something!" She bows her head to Varlin as she exits the ship. "We are here. Do they attack each night?"
Cirra herself is dressed more subtly than normal, in her oilskin jacket over her typical wetsuit. Her Aranian affiliation is obvious, though, with the emblem of the Order. A menacing sabre hangs at her belt, though those who know her know that it's her magic that makes her dangerous. She waves and joins Cassidy and Natska, wondering what the job will be like.
Thelergramor lugs his heavy weapons along with him. CAnnon, guisarme, other stuff... Shirtless as he tends to be. Wearing a hood/mask thing that resembles the hood of a ghillie suit. Walks over and speaks to Cassidy and Natska: "Bone dragons aren't that bad. Hope they have something worse here." Bravado. For the ladies, of course. Turns to Cirra. "Cirra." And Fenris: "Fenris." Having spoken, he gets ready to be told what to do.
Surabhi offers a quiet, enigmatic smile as she fastens her straps and buckles, peers into the scenery below. Such a fascinating, pristine environment,full of flora and fauna that had survived for centuries without them...and here they were, coming to lay waste to it all. Ah well, It's what the Stronghearts had done when Promise was truly wild and Sweetwater was but a mere village along the eponymous river. Only fitting that she's here now.
A long, drooping ear flops at Thelergramor's words. "No greetin' for me, Wolf?" she asks with a chuckle, tucking her coif into her padded uniform. "Just because I'm a couple years older than the average Freesword doesn't mean I can't still run with y'all." With that, she begins sorting through a kit bag full of medical supplies, humming an old work song to herself.
"I'd rather not think about what would occur, should these creatures make contact with our homes... It is better to have them sealed off here thanks to the mountains." Varlin's voice coming slow and smooth as he reaches up to push his spectacles up to sit higher. "If we didn't need resources for a colonization effort, I'd have ordered it burned to the last tree before starting over... But, as we shall need these resources, we must sadly do this the hard way." The Noble skunk walking to the walls, as he motions the group to follow him before coming to a stop at the gates.
"As for if they attack every night? Yes. Yes they do. Those whom were here last time may remember those eight legged insectoid creatures? Well, it appears they were children of sorts. Meaning, that yes there are much, much larger ones out there... We found a larger beast carcass entombed in thick web like substance during one of our scouting missions, if you wanted a better idea." The noble's hand motioning to one of the mercenaries, whom brings him a bright torch. "As for what I wish you to do? We have knowledge of a nest, and if my scout is to be believed, there may be something I want in that nest. Now, I cannot take my guards and go, but... I can hire a group of body guards, or retrival experts I suppose. As such, that is where you lot come in. You shall accompany me, we shall kill some of the bastards, burn their nests, and see if what is hidden is what I seek."
Fenris frowns a little at the description of the job. "What exactly is it you are after here, Lord Blackback?" he asks, "What resources are out here that can't be found without all of this. . . hardship?" Obviously not the word he is thinking. The liger gives a friendly nod to all the familiar faces.
Cassidy smiles at Cirra and offers her a nod before following after Varlin. "Well. Sounds fine to me! Just point us at it, and we'll handle whatever comes our way," she says with a nod before giving Thel a frown and little else. "Going to go with a magical approach today, love? Let's see what kind of things we can manage!"
"Yes. Yes, I am, as you had suggested," Natska replies to Cassidy, exchanging greetings with the other Freeswords as well as they approach the gates. Once there she fishes a piece of crystal, etched with math, and focuses for a few moments; moistures begins condensing around it out of the air until she releases it, and her own elemental of floating ice begins floating behind the jaguar.
Cirra waves to Thelergramor, sliding part of her gloves away to reveal two of her signature spells, with the third on a bracelet on her wrist. She looks over to the Skunk, tilting her head. she guesses that these things will be big and hard to fight. It's been a while since she's had a good fight.
Thelergramor shrugs at Surabhi. "Didn't mean any disrespect. Don't know you. Besides, I'm older than a few of these people. I think." At 24 years of age, is at least older than Cassidy! A tiny victory. Whom frowned at him. Gestures dismissively at his captain and nods at Cirra. Looks back to the skunk. "Right. Just walk in, butcher and burn the nest? Easy enough. Or it should be." It's never that easy...
