Caged basilisk and gunshot victims - RPLOG
Participants
Date
18/4/478
Log
It's raining. Glorious. With the light rain falling into Silvervein Pass, there stands a badger. Full plate armor, cloaked and hooded due to weather, stands a badger wearing full plate armor and a grey cloak to keep the rain off. Armed, sword and shield, looks unhappy. Beside him stands a crow, female, wearing a long leather coat slightly too big for her over a black dress, a red stripe of feathers across her face. She leans on a staff, looking as unhappy as the badger beside her, while they wait for whoever chose to show up.
Zuri wipes some sweat off his brow on account of the long walk to Silvervein Pass. The excitable little salamander moves down the trail as part of a small group arriving at the badger's call. He brings with him his usual bright smile, and as he moves up close enough to the badger that their eyes meet he offers him a curteous bow. He doesn't introduce himself just yet. He peers back at the others, his eyes scanning the group while he waits for everyone to gather.
Serana flicks her tail, the ostensibly male shark looking about. No introductions from him either. Though, he mostly also didn't care as much. Currently, his weapons were holstered, and his arms crossed a bit, golden brown hair tied in a ponytail falling to about shoulder height. Tapping his foot he continued to wait, impatiently. Didn't even know why he was here.
Burton comes jogging up the trail, puffing and panting but looking to be in high spirits. The Broffalo is wearing some kind of hooded jacket, to keep the rain off, but it is hanging open and just a little on the small side, showing of the bovid's chiseled physique. He is also wearing a pair of trousers cut just long enough to avoid getting him arrested for public indecency. He reaches the gathered beings and stops jogging and starts stretching. "T'sup?" he asks, swinging his arms in a dynamic stretch, "Heard there was a chick up here who needed some help!"
Mindaugas is more than willing to contribute his dourness to the icy atmosphere of the sullen Crow and Badger, his face drooping and impassive as he joins the clot of beings gathered, dressed in some uncommonly pristine mountaineer wear, a long alpenstock at the ready in both hands.
The somber priestly Moose was willing to chalk this up to a populace straying from the First Text, too--not only had they grown lax in their morals, but they had failed to glean important and useful education on handling the wilds, preferring instead to stay holed up in cities, growing soft all the while. Well, except for the buffalo that had arrived, though he seemed lacking in...other ways. Like appropriate dress.
"You arre awarre that it grrows cold high up in the mountains, sirr? I may have an extrra cloak or woolen stockings with the rrest of my gearr," he offers to Burton, with a definite edge of patronization.
While the others seem have made the trip out to Silvervein pass on foot a certian cloaked coywolf by the name of hannibal. Seems to have made the trip perched on the back of a golem. His gaze sweeps over the group that has gather to continue the investigation. Frowning slightly when he sees that not one of the previous group aside from himself appears to have shown. A frown which dissapears as he looks to Ipswitch, and the crow. Nodding to the badger he says. "I see you have found our witness." He says while lightly drumming his fingers across the top of a small chest resting in his lap.
The badger and crow look over the gathered group, the crow scoffing a bit at the bow given to them, then badgerguy speaks. "...That's one way to put it, sure." He says to the Broffalo. "But, yes, the witness. She wasn't that hard to find... Anhyway, we're here for a captured noble." "Not a noble, just involved with one." The crow corrects, making Ipswitch (The badger) shrug. "Whatever he is, we're here to get him back. We tracked the bounty hunters who took him a few days ago to somewhere just ahead of us, nearing the end of the pass."
He gestures down the trail, continues to speak: "So, whenever or however you're ready to go deal with them... Well, go deal with them. We'll be coming with you as backup, maybe move ahead to cut them off if they run or something."
Zuri nods, the short-statured salamander keeping his bright smile even through the scoff. He's used to it a bit. As the orders are given he turns back to the gathered group, looking for whomever is likely to be the leader of this outfit. He focuses on Hannibal, the one that addressed the badger and seemed know some of what was going on beyond their basic briefing. He tucks his coat up and walks towards the Coywolf. "Right, ready to head off."
Serana was already a distance ahead, a shark of action! Oh, wait. He stopped, staring back to the group "Well?" he asks, isharan accent on the young sounding shark. "You guys following or are we going together?" better if they would head on ahead. Easier to get things done."
The air fills with the cacophony of tumbling rocks. It's a landslide!!! Probably triggered by this... light... drizzle? Actually no, most of the rocks tumbling down the cliff face towards our heroes are pebbles, at best, and the large one is not a rock at all, but a wolf. "Hey guys! What's goin' on down here?" the canid calls from afar with a cheerful tone, raising a hand high to wave to them as he skids and slides his way down at breakneck speed. Barefoot. You'd think the only thing he'd be able to say is "ow my feet oh geeze the pain this was a horrible idea" but no apparently that's not going to be a thing. Well, not until he's only five or six feet above the trail, when he suddenly loses balance and falls the rest of the way, landing face-down on the cold stone pathway. He only lays still for a beat, however, before he thrusts upright, coming face to face with... the tightest set of abs he's ever seen. "Sweet -Erick- you could grind meat on tho--oh, hey!" Rainer suddenly remembers that there is a person attached to that midriff and quickly gets to his feet, brushing himself down, pushing loose a few smaller stones that had gotten caught in his fur somewhere during his descent. "Hi! Rainer!" he addresses the buffalo specifically, only then seeming to notice the others are around... some of them already moving away. "Neat! A thing. I love things. You guys don't mind if I tag along, right?" No opportunity to refuse given, he's already heading after Serana at a hastened pace.
"Chillax, old dude," Burton says, doing a bit of shadow boxing, "With all this hotness, I can't get cold!" He is a little disappointed that the Bird in question was not the damsel in distress he had been hoping for, but as long as he is here he might as well join in. "Come on, Dudes!" he cheers, trotting after the shark, "Let's rock this!" He stops when Rainer comes crashing down the hillside to slide to a stop at his feet. The Broffalo's face lights up at the introduction. "Bro!" he shouts, giving the wolf a congratulatory but slap, "That was totally wicked!" He jogs along by the wolf's side.
