A Herring Without A Shrew - RPLOG
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Date
12/8/478
Log
The Freeswords guild is all a buzz with activity, the new blood looking at the easy missions, rescue a cat, build a fence, and all those simple jobs while the more experienced ones are looking at the more dangerous jobs. In a corner stands a representative of the merchants who posted the contract, but rather surprisingly he is not surrounded by eager sellswords as one would expect. The chubby and nervous looking graceful clan chimpanzee bites his thumb as he looks around, waiting for anyone to accept the job.
Around him, 'friendly' Freeswords warn others in hushed whispers about the job from the merchants.
Zuri makes his way through the throng of beings, taking note of the various jobs and smiling at all the new faces. He himself had spent not much time in the Freeswords' guild proper, and was eagerly catching up on all the goings on by chatting with some of the beings he recognized. The jovial salamander, walks past the chimpanzee being at first, but pauses and doubles back when he notices the absence of being willing to take on whichever job he seems to be offering. He steps forward, waving at him to catch his attention. "Hello Sir!" He looks around, at the small clearing in the crowd created by the beings that seemed unwilling to go any closer to the merchant. "I assume you have a really dangerous job lined up huh? What's it about?"
Thelergramor looks over the various contracts and other freeswords, stroking his muzzle ponderously... Primarily interested in the job for the chimpanzee, not caring much for the warnings given. He knows bandits, doesn't consider it to be too difficult from the sound of the job. The basilisk, for he tends to be a basilisk when working, heads on over to the chimp, smiling behind his plague mask as he approaches him behind Zuri. He says nothing yet, simply listening for his response to the salamander.
Elijah lumbers over to the job boards and looks to the nervous chimpanzee with a grunt. "You the guy needs help with some Cliffside bandits?" he rumbles, "I figure me and Grizz could help you out." He hikes a thick thumb over his shoulder at his gigantic, gleaming golem that looks like a mechanical twin to the bear himself.
The chimpanzee practically beams as he sees not one but three beings answering the call! The chimpanzee quickly shakes his head, "The job is not dangerous, and as far as we know the bandits are from Sweetwater. It is just that someone started a rumor that we are actually tricking people into attacking a Cliffside guard post to aid in our smuggling operation. But that is preposterous!" the chimpanzee says with a shake of his head, "But people were quick to believe that especially with that recent thing in Braevales, they say that the contract owner posted it in the Freeswords. I mean obviously the guild would double check any contracts after fiasco! Idiots." The chimpanzee grumbles and sighs.
"Anyway, you are not here to hear me rant. You are interested in the contract. It is simple really. You see the Cliffside troops patrolling a certain path we use for caravans were moved closer to the city of Cliffside, something about the events there, I don't know. But because of that some bandits who dwelled in the Saltide swamps moved into that area and began hassling our caravans. The Sweetwater militia refused to help us because they are busy with the Criage, and we can't find a way to contact the Cliffside army. So now we are forced to pay for our safety! Ridiculous!" the chimpanzee quickly shakes his head, "Sorry about my outburst again..." he takes a seat and looks up at the three, "We want a permanent solution for this problem, we don't want you to kill them unless you are forced, but we want you to at least arrest them all. We don't want to see those bandits again. For that we are willing to part with a couple of carts to help, and six hundred crowns for each one of you, but if anything happens to the carts we are taking it out of your pay. Questions?"
Zuri nods slowly as the chimpanzee mentions the Braevales debacle. Best not linger on that one for too long.. He smiles at him and nods. "Everyone's paranoid right now. Don't worry, we'll take good care of it all and make it as clean as possible. Some violence will likely be necessary, if it is bandits we are dealing with, at least enough that they will think twice abou returning in stronger numbers." He purses his lips. "A permanent solution would mean either a show of force big enough that it scares them off for good, or destroying their stuff to the point it's not viable for them to return. We'll have to see." He turns back to te others, looking over Elijah appraisingly, but smiling brightly as he spots the familiar wolf in his plague mask. "I have a good feeling about this, tho! What do you fellas think?"
Thelergramor shrugs at the chimp, but listened to the whole explanation. "Works for me. Have any idea on their numbers? Bandits aren't successful unless they've got some training or numbers on their side." The basilisk would know. "We'll drive them off, though." Glances down at Zuri. "Maybe not a good feeling, but, I have more than enough experience dealing with bandits, so I'm not concerned too much." Then nods in Elijah's direction. "Elijah, nice seeing you again, yeah?"
Elijah snorts derisively. "Too damn bad," he says, producing a cigar from a pocket and a book of matches from another, "Would have been a treat to lay into some Cliffsider scum. Way more satisfying than the regular kind." He lights up his thick cigar and takes a long drag before nodding. "Count me in," he says, "Don't much care for lawbreakers either. I'll help see that they're dealt with." The burly grizzly nods to Zuri and frowns at Thelergramor, not recognizing the face, but definitely recognizing the gear. "Idiot wolf," he mutters under his breath as he makes a check over the etched steel bands around his biceps, forearms and wrists. It is probably just a term of endearment.
The chimpanzee shakes his head, "That is why we are giving you two carts. We don't want you to drive them off, we want them captured and brought here to the City Guard. You either do that or I am not hiring you." the chimp says as he eyes the, "Capture them and bring them here or kill them if forced, but we are not paying for half-assed jobs. Don't worry about one or two escaping, but we prefer if you get all of them."
The chimpanzee shrugs, looking at some papers in front of him, "Some of the caravan drivers mention that they saw about seven or eight of them. There is definitely a mage among them, the leader in fact. They also use archers, but thankfully no muskets or other firearms."
Zuri nods at the chimpanzee, listening to him. He glances sideways at Elijah as he speaks so derisively about Cliffsiders, but doesn't make anything of it. Instead he returns to smile at the chimpanzee. "Arrest them then, got it." He looks at the others, then back at the being offering them the contract. "I'm ready to go now, or whenever things are set up."
Thelergramor gestures vaguely. "Right, capture or kill. That's what I meant... Phrasing." The basilisk pockets his hands, peers about. "Archers and a mage, yeah?" Sounds like his old group. "Drop the mage first, then." Starts plotting, checks his equipment... "Yeah, I should be good to go, where're your carts?"
Elijah grunts his assent. "Ready," he says, "Come on, Grizz." The enormous grizzly slumbers out of the guild hall with his golem on his heels, waiting outside for the others to catch up.
The chimpanzee nods, allowing the croup to sign their name on the contract, "Very well, the carts are outside, two drivers will drive them for you. I will be waiting here with your payment.
After the group embarks on the carts, the transports exit the city of Firmament and move as fast as they can towards the Firebough, the horses used by those merchants and the carts sure were top quality as the distance takes the racing cart only a couple of days to cross before the group begin their movement into one of the many paths of the huge mountain. "This is the caravan path we use, not the shortest one, but used to be one of the safest due to the Cliffside army presence, not now." he says as he stops the cart near a relatively wide mountain path, "Ok, what now? The ambushes usually happen either around this path or in a small clearing we use for rests about an hour or two from here, easy to find. It looks a bit like a cave at the entrance but enter and you will find that it has no roof to speak of. We would rather not risk our lives, so choose what you will."
Zuri hops off the cart and takes a quick walk around as he surveys the landscape, quite happy to stretch his legs a bit as he thinks. "Well, if we want to bait them, what better than a lightly guarded, heavily laden cart, right? Let's load up on anything we can to make the cart look full to bursting, and drive it slowly up the path. We can probably go just the three of us, and they won't be able to resist that. I can lay down some protective math as well." He observes the cart for a moment, then turns to the others. "Unless one of you folks has a better idea?"
Thelergramor signs his name. His actual name. This doesn't happen often, the chimp should be grateful! If he knew that, anyway. Thel nods. "Alright." Then turns and heads out to the carts.
The basilisk yawns, insomnia having set in a bit during the trip, leaving him to not do much to amuse himself. Managed to somehow not flirt with the driver, through some miraculous amount of restraint. "I like Zuri's plan. Use us as bait, you wait here and let us drive the carts. Not the safest plan, but, no way to track or draw out the bandits otherwise... Though I've got all the time in the wolrd to wander around searching for them, if we'd rather just search for... possibly days." The basilisk shrugs, stretches a bit and puts his hand in his pocket.
Elijah snorts, waking from his soldier's doze and listens to the proposed plan. "Fine," he rumbles, "Just cover me and Grizz up with a tarp or two. We're a bulky a cargo as you are likely to find out here. Means that you two will be on your own driving." He looks between the other two beings and frowns. "I'll ride with the shortstack," he says, "Grizz will be behind the idiot wolf." With that, he climbs out of his spot beside a cart driver and into the back of the cart, directing his golem to. . . well, to stay put in its own cart.
The driver shrugs and gets out with his friend, "Sure, we will wait here, but remember, don't hurt the horses or the carts." the being says as he takes out some equipment, food and water as well and sets them in a little spot, "We will spend a couple of days here if need be, but don't keep us waiting. Also you probably don't want to make your magic really visible."
The carts themselves look quite sturdy, in fact Elijah and the golem could both fit on one of the carts if the group wishes to reduce their load. In the carts there is tarps and some wooden bits and tools if one ever needs to fix a cart as well as other bits and pieces.
Zuri grins. "Of course, we'll just be using the.. uhm.. subtle stuff that's going to help us in case of an ambush. And that's going to help the animals survive as well if they get caught in the crossfire. And on that note.." The small salamander raises his hands and starts gesturing towards the two carts, mentally tracing the symbols of Divine Math corresponding to one of his favourite bits of Divine Math, something to boost the vital strength of both the Freeswords and the horses, and help them survive any harm that may befall them.
Thelergramor moves up to the driving seat, also known as a jockeybox, which is a silly name. "Your cart'll be fine, don't need to worry about that." The basilisk grins back at Elijah from behind his mask. "I'm gonna have to come up with a name for you one of these days, eh? Anyway, get yourself all setup and covered or however you want to do this." Nods at Zuri once his magic stuff starts.
Will begin driving the cart when everyone's ready. "I think we should avoid the 'cave' they rest in. Archers and no roof. Too good an ambush spot, I think."
Elijah makes himself comfortable under the tarp beside his golem. "Damn," he mutters, "Gonna be hot as hell under here." Though he does feel rather better when Zuri's magic washes over him. "Let's get to it!" he growls.
The two drivers begin setting up a small tent as the Freeswords depart with the cart.
It takes the group about a couple of hours to reach the cave entrance that the drivers mention, and until now there is no sign or mention of the bandits. Perhaps they might be waiting in ambush inside the clearing or perhaps even further away, it is hard to tell right now.
Zuri peers around from his seat next to Thelergramor, the small salamander huddled up next to the big wolf. He's unarmed, so there's little he can do to prepare for the ambush itself if it happens. Instead he hums the main chorus to a bawdy tavern song, trying to while away the time.
Thelergramor may recognize the song, but doesn't show it. He continues to drive, cautiously glancing around, wristmounted crossbow loaded and ready for any bandits they may run into... "...Too bad it's not raining."
Elijah sits quietly in the back, cursing the heat and the fact that he can't smoke under the tarp. The bear can't help but grin a little bit at the sound of Zuri's humming. Who knew the kid would know THAT song? He readies his oversized pistol. Just in case.
The merciless heat continues showering the group, thankfully Zuri's maths help in that regard. As the group waits, nothing happens. The large entrance to the clearing is on their side and the rest of the path is in front of them nothing else is here except the occasional vulture hovering above.
Zuri reaches the end of the song's verse, and stops humming for the time being. The small salamander huffs, starting to really feel the effects of the heat even throgh his protective incantation. There's another spell he knows that would definitely help but... he'd rather not risk exposing the group. Instead he just wipes the sweat from his brow and undoes the front of his shirt, getting some more air circulation to help deal with the heat.
Thelergramor shifts about in his seat, looks over to the clearing he was told the merchants rest in. Considers his options, stays on the path. "So, Zuri, what'd'ya think that stuff in the back is worth, eh? Few thousand? More? You'd think they'd hire some guards... greedy bastards." The basilisk says, tone jovial and unconcerned as he tries to draw the attention of any bandits who may be around... Drops his mask down, letting it hang around his neck as the heat starts to bother him a bit.
"Get a move on!" Elijah grumbles, "I'm melting back here! If you want to gab at least find us some shade!" The bear shifts the tarp just a little bit to get a breath of fresh air.
The group waits...and nothing happens still.
Zuri chuckles at Thel's words. "I wouldn't worry about it, nothing's gonna happen. Besides, what if someone tries to rob us? I'm not paid well enough to die over some merchant's stuff, and neither are you. We're just here to drive this thing is all." He doesn't know if this kind of bluff will have any effect, but might as well play along. "Ugh, this heat is murderous!" He reaches for a water flask and takes a quick swig, then offers it to Thel.
Thelergramor grumbles a bit. "Damn heat. Let's keep moving." Quietly adds: "Throw that back to the bear, I'm alright." Basilisk continues to drive along the path, cart moving and such. Assuming he's not stopped by anything, will keep going until nightfall, where he expects they'd be more likely to be attacked. With the darkness and such... IF that doesn't work, will need to put themselves in a bad situation just to draw out the bandits.
Elijah grumbles quietly in the back. If he had known how long he would have to wait back here with the chunk of smoldering steel he would have just stomped off into the bandit's den instead of dealing with the heat.
The group move away from the clearing and continue on their path. An hour passes in the sweltering heat of the Firebough before the group moves into a wider section of the path, here Thelergramor spots a shadow in a small outcropping higher up in the mountain. It appears that this might be the bandit's current ambush spot. However there is no movement yet, looks like they are waiting for the group to move right into a possible trap or spot...and in hindsight there does appear to be a number of large rocks up ahead, enough to hide a being...
Thelergramor grins a bit, nudges Zuri. "Up ahead, behind the rocks." Keeps the cart moving, throws a glance back towards Elijah. "You good back there? Think we've got 'em." Could be wrong, should know once he can see their equipment... The wolf pulls his mask back on, continues to grin.
Zuri takes another swig from the flask, then tosses it in the back as if disposing of it. Actually he's passing it to the poor being sweating it back there, hoping it will give him some relief. He nods at Thel's words, and starts mentally preparing to launch a few quick phrases of Divine Math as soon as the action begins.
"Just keep moving!" Elijah hisses, "Sooner we get there, the sooner I can get out of this heat trap!" The bear drinks greedily from the tossed canteen and moves carefully so that his golem's metal bulk is between him and any shots of opportunity.
Thelergramor continues his path until he finally reaches, what one would assume is the 'spot'. Not a second later do four beings appear from behind the rocks, each brandishing a sword in hand, one of them with a buckler as well. Two arrows quickly fly by, hitting the cart on the side. "Your money or your blood!" shouts one of the four guards as he points his sword at the group, "Leave the cart and go back, and we will let you live!"
The three other beings begin slowly circling the cart as they wait for the drivers reaction, there is still no sign of the mage however.
Zuri was ready for the beings to appear, and rather than look surprised he actually smirks. "Finally!" He reaches over to touch Thel's shoulder, and in his mind he visualizes the shapes of a phrase of Divine Math he's quite familiar with, an incantation to protect his friend Thel.
Thelergramor silently watches the bandits, theirs shouts bringing back old memories from when he was on the other side of similar ambushes... But as Zuri shields him, he lifts his left arm and fires his crossbow at the archers. Then dives off one side of the cart. The basilisk remains silent as he rolls over the ground.
On the side opposite the archers.
"Finally!" Elijah sighs, then lets loose a roar, flinging aside the tarp and using his personal golemcraft enhancements to spray out a shower of brilliant sparks as he and his golem burst from cover! Both are ready for a fight! The rune inscribed bands on the grizzly's arms and around his legs glow with a pale green light, active at last.
The bandits surely didn't expect this as the group bursts into action. Zuri's spell works wonderfully well as a layer of stone appears on Thelergramor, looking really sturdy.
The wolf's throwaway shot, either by luck or skill, hits its mark. Sadly the distance was short, the archer was not protected, and he didn't see it coming as the bolt lands squarely on his throat, the being's only reaction a look of horrid surprise as he falls backwards, lying motionless and away of the group's sight.
Elijah's own actions surprises two of the beings nearest to him, the shower of sparks making them spend their time shielding their eyes.
The third being stands there, still recovering from shock, while the buckler being rushes towards Thelergramor, attempting to swing a sword at him while the archer also shots at him. However the wolf proves the better being as he effortlessly dodges both attacks.
Zuri hops inside the cart after his spell successfully shields Thel. The small salamander surveys the landscape around him, paying particular close attention to the two boulders being used as cover by the beings attacking them from the same side as the still-living archer. He raises one hand to each boulder, focusing on them as he tries to shift the earth underneath them to make them tilt and roll closer to each other, to form a protective wall for the small cart.
Thelergramor flicks his wrist as he dodges, collapsing his crossbow back into place as Zuri's spell armors him. Rolling to his feet, arrow impacting the ground behind him, he shifts his footing as the buckler wielding being swings his sword at him. The basilisk easily (Actually with a lot of effort, but makes it look easy) slides between his legs as the blade flashes past. Grinning, Thel gets up and launches himself at the being, grabbing for the shoulder and aiming an elbow for the base of the skull in an attempt to knock him out.
Elijah does not mince words as he leaps from the wagon, golem-clad left fist crashing down on one being while Grizz throws itself onto the other stunned bandit.
Thelergramor's attack at the third being is a resounding success as he completely knocks him one. While Zuri saves the wolf from further attack by swiftly moving the two boulders together into a mock wall, causing the earth underneath the group to rumble and quiver.
Elijah and his double's attacks also land successfully causing the two beings hit to reel back, the being hit by the golem falling down on his behind.
The other archer pops up again and throws another arrow, but the arrow thrown by the short bow merely bounces off one of Elijah's shoulders bands. "They are putting a fight, we need help." the archer screams up wards as a group of beings begin moving down from a nearby, higher outcropping.
Zuri huffs tiredly, that last spell really having taken it out of him. He flops back down into the cart and takes cover as he recovers. He watches with widening eyes as more beings start to pour out onto them. Seems they're in for a long fight.
Thelergramor ducks after dropping the swordsman, grabbing his sword. "..." Not satisfied with it compared to his own, he drops it and draws his sword-rapier and dagger, one in each hand as he slinks around the stone wall Zuri made. He glances around, hearing more beings approach. The basilik grins again, moving to cut them off while trying to keep in cover/out of sight to ambush them as they approach.
Elijah frowns as a ball ricochets off his armor. "Smokescreen!" he shouts along with a mental order to his golem, Grizz, "Keep 'em from firing!" Then, as the golem starts to spew thick, white smoke from every hinge and crack, he raises an oversized pistol and takes a shot at the archer. Don't want another surprise, after all.
As Zuri plops down and Theler hides behind the wall the rest of the beings move down.
Elijah's shot manages to hit the archer on his shoulder, making him drop his balls as he tumbles down unconscious to the road below.
The rest are two other beings following a robed figure who is obviously the mage, they land behind the wall Zuri erected and begin moving to surround the cart. Another, large being lands in front of the cart. The heavy clan being is clad in dark red leathers, his skin crimson colored as well. The red herring being is wielding a wicked looking great sword as he snarls and eyes the group, "I am Clancy Roth, the Crimson Scar of the Eastbank Forest and the Firebough Mountain, face me if you dare!" the being bellows as he gestures with his sword. "You shall fall before me!"
Zuri rises up from his hiding place in the cart, the being looking at the developing situation with some worry. This Clancy looks like he means business with that sword of his, and he's afraid his friends will suffer from the combined effects of the insane heat and the exertion of battle. He blinks, then grins. Time to prepare two spells in a row that will surely fix this. He starts gesturing at the air around him, combining water magic with his own dedicant powers to begin to gather moisture in the air, both to replenish the energy of his companions and to prepare for something bigger...
Thelergramor grins as he sees the mage, who is dressed like a mage... Mistake number one that mages make... He shifts his stance as Clancy drops nearby, squinting at the large clan with the greatsword. Rapier's faster, at least... Decides to go after the mage first, moving with as much cover as he can get to bring himself in range of the mage.
Elijah leaves the robes to Thelergramor, focusing his attention on Clancy. By now, his golem's smoke screen should make the area around the cart a dense, white fog which ought to hide the bear a bit, from anyone outside. The grizzly urges his golem silently to engage the red fish with a brutal shield bash!
The mander sure made the weather even more inhospitable by removing whatever left of water in the atmosphere, luckily for his group it was infused into them, making life much better. The beings finding breathing easier and the weather more tolerable even as the smoke screen covers everything around the cart.
Thelergramor is stopped at the bend to circle towards the mage by one of the beings who was doing the same thing. The being quickly bringing down his sword at Thelergramor, who dodges.
The two beings Elijah and his golem attacked earlier are finally staggering back up on their feet to continue the fight while Elijah's golem exits the smoke screen and colliding directly with Clancy outside in the open. The red herring, who surprisingly isn't a red herring this time, grunts and staggers back from the direct hit, spitting on the ground and swinging a sword at the golem, "Cowards! You send those unfeeling machines to do your dirty work! You shy away from glorious combat, pathetic! I shall slay your monstrosity and defeat you after it." Quite the character, but true to his word the sword is swung right at the golem.
Zuri takes a heaving, tired breath, the constant use of magic really taking it out of the talented, but still inexperienced salamander. He figures he has one last spell in him tho, now that his friends are properly hydrated. He concentrates on the two living beings, drawing on both the ample earth beneath their feet and the water he's concentrated to build layers of ablative defense around them, one last big spell before he collapses tiredly back onto the cart.
Thelergramor sidesteps the blade, narrowly dodging the swipe. He steps to one side, slashing vertically at the being's hand with the cutting edge of his sword-rapier. He remains silent, feeling Zuri's magic help with the heat as he tries to disarm the being by injuring his hand.
Elijah growls and reaches a hand into his tool belt for a fist sized ball of wire that he promptly tosses toward one of the advancing bandits. "Should have stayed down, boys," he rumbles, "Now I gotta beat the living daylights out of you!"
Meanwhile, Grizz takes the hit like the wall of steel that he is, sparks flying as the Herring's broadsword puts a sizable dent in the golem's breastplate, slowing it a bit, perhaps, but certainly not taking it out of the fight yet as it swings another of its huge, shield bearing arms at the large being.
The attack continues as Zuri wraps his friends in more stone, the gesture covering Elijah in much needed protection while simply adding a small layer on Thelergramor, no sense bulking the wolf a lot after all. Thelergramor rapier strikes true as the being drops down with a shriek, leaving the path open.
Elijah's ball explodes into a bunch of webs that covers both beings and brings them down again, the two struggling to get out.
Meanwhile, Elijah's golem attacks once more squaring another direct hit at herring to which the herring answer with another swing of his sword, hitting the golem at its side, causing another dent, "This machine is no match for good old steel, and being sweat!" the red herring shouts before grunting and resuming his attack stance.
Zuri pants tiredly, feeling that was the last of what he could pull off in terms of Divine Math for this fight. He turns back to the cart to look for that water flask just in time to spot another being, a bandit, trying to clamber onto it. He yelps and hops off the cart, landing near the two rocks he had pulled together to make a wall. With his back to the wall and his feet on solid ground he prepares to defend himself, getting ready to duck out of any attacks this being may throw at him.
Thelergramor continues along his path, leaving the injured being behind him as he rushes for the mage, blades in hand. Upon closing with the mage, Thel rolls in towards him, on the off chance he tries to throw fire or lightning at him, then stabs for the back of the knee with his dagger, trying to recall how to prevent mages from casting... Pain might work!
Elijah gives a fallen bandit a hard kick in the ribs with a sturdy boot as he stalks by. "Stay down, small fry," he growls, "Or I'll sit on you next." The bear's real target is Clancy, who has just smashed his oversized sword into -His- golem, leaving the automaton still standing, but jerking oddly and making strange grinding sounds. Elijah raises his newly reloaded pistol and fires at the burly fish being!
Grizz, though his movement seems to be hampered by his damaged torso, raises his left, bear-faced shield. The mouth of the roaring bear effigy begins to glow and a blast of Creator fire jets out toward Clancy!
The attack continues, Zuri jumping off the cart and going to the rock wall he made, allowing the enemy being to grumble as the little guy disappears before looking sideways and jumping on the large, burly bear, trying to tackle him, causing the bear to miss the shot.
Thelergramor dodges a cutting winds spell prepared by the mage before driving his sword into the mage's knees causing him to emit an unholy scream as he falls down to the ground, whimpering.
Clancy Roth grunts as the bullet passes next to him, "You think that your bullets shall defeat the Crimson Scar,? FOOL!", the herring cries as he eyes the damaged golem who surprises him with a torrent of flames, causing the herring to clench his teeth and stumble backwards from the heat, accidentally slipping off the path and tumbling a long distance downwards, "This is, AH!, not the last time, OUCH!, you hear the name Clancy Roth!, MY RIB!" And with that the herring disappears out of view, surely left with plenty of scars from this encounter and his unpleasant trip down.
Zuri was ready to leap out of the way again if he was attacked, but instead finds the other being focusing on someone else for now. With none of his usual weapons at his disposal, the salamander is forced to improvise. He pops his head out to look at Elijah being set upon by the being that was hunting him down, and ducks down to crawl under the cart towards that bandit, reaching out to try and grab his right leg to hold him in place, trying to impair his movements long enough that the bear might finish him off.
Thelergramor dropped the mage! For now. "Don't move or I cut the leg off and beat you with it, understand!?" He snarls at the mage, threatening him with his rapier at the same time. He looks over the battlefield, seeing the herring leave, noting his name. Seeing Elijah get tackled, he flips his dagger around, gripping by the blade as he prepares to throw it... But Elijah's bigger than his target and doesn't trust his accuracy. Slips the dagger back around and resumes watching the mage, confident in Elijah's ability to defend himself.
Elijah staggers a bit as he is tackled by the last bandit, but it takes a lot to move a mountain like this grizzly. Reacting quickly, he reaches across with his golem-clad arm and snatches the bandit in a (literally) iron grip before slamming him hard to the ground. Only after the bear has handily robbed the other being of his will to fight does he notice Zuri clinging to his leg. "Hey there, Shortstack," he rumbles, "We get them all?"
The smoke has mostly dissipated by now, allowing the carnage to be fully seen. A good number of beings attacked by Thelergramor are currently on the ground bleeding, a couple of them unconscious or slowly fainting. With the rest surrendering to the group. Clancy Roth is nowhere to be seen, leaving instead of a dented golem for Elijah. Looks like there is nothing left but rounding up the bandits.
Zuri looks up at Elijah, smiling at him. His tail flits happily, twapping against the cart. "I think we got them all!" He stands up after crawling out from under the cart and surveys the carnage himself, letting out a little gasp. "Uhoh.. we were supposed to keep them alive, weren't we?" The salamander looks between Thel and Elijah, then quickly dashes to from bandit to bandit to check on their state, and to try and patch them up if possible, be it through magic or more traditional means.
Thelergramor sheathes his dagger, then rubs his mask. "I only killed one, I think. Few down though..." The basilisk shrugs, tone cold to try to keep the mage afraid. He reaches down to pull him to his feet and drag him to the cart.
Elijah snorts and frowns at his damaged golem. "Damn," he swears, pulling a cigar from his pocket and lighting up, "Gonna take a lot of work to get you back in top shape, isn't pal?" The bear directs the golem to haul its juddering form into the back of the cart as he starts to grab bandits and toss them in after, whether they be injured, unconsious, or simply bound.
The group begin tossing in the bandits into the cart, probably realizing later on that one of them will spend the time walking if they don't want to sit next to the bandits and the damaged golem, Zuri would most likely spend most of his time on the road, treating the bandit wounds, however even then it is clear that some of them will be left with limbs and scars after this. It is the early evening, and the weather is thankfully cooler as the group return to the drivers, "Oh, great you have them." one of the drivers says as the other packs their game of cards, "Great, let us split them between each cart and return back to Firmament." the other driver says.
Zuri flops onto one of the carts tiredly after he feels he's done all he can. All that magick-ing has left him utterly drained, yet elated that his hold of water and earth math has finally reached a point where it is starting to become useful. He tilts his head to look forwards towards the horizon, already eager to go home and snuggle up into his bed.
Thelergramor nods at the drivers. "Yeah, should be all of them, I think. Well, aside from this big herring named... I forgot." Didn't really forget, but wants to look into this guy on his own. "Watch the robed one close, he's a mage. Obviously. Look at him." He shrugs, yawns a bit and refuses to not watch the mage...
Elijah helps haul bandits between carts, being none too gentle, cigar clenched between his teeth. As soon as that task is done, he flops down next to Zuri, making the cart rock a little bit. "Good work, Shortstack," he says, bluish smoke curling from his mouth and nostrils as he speaks, "Pleasure working with you."
Another two or three days and the group is back in Firmament. The drivers deposit the three beings in front of the Freeswords being with a little envelope before bounding off to the jail to throw those wicked bandits in.
Inside the chimpanzee is still waiting, the moment he is shown the envelope he grins and nods his head, giving each one his coin pouch, "Thanks a lot, this will surely return trade a bit back to its original position. Enjoy your payment, Freeswords. You earned it."
Zuri collects his pay. The jovial salamander smiles brightly at the chimpanzee being near him, giggling at his words. "Glad to help out sir! Especially if it means more Cliffside chocolate might make it across to us over the next few weeks. Can't have the stocks running low or the prices going too high." He offers his farewells to the other Freeswords, and departs after all has been said and done, off home to sleep in his comfortable bed after nearly a week of sleeping rough under the stars.
Thelergramor accepts his payment with a polite nod. "Thanks, if you need any more bandits brought in, you know how to find me." He smiles, then turns and yawns as he heads off for Thelstuff. Which means, crossing the room to hit on the nearest freesword... It doesn't end well, of course.
It is a nice, clear day in Firmament and the colorful circus tent that has been erected just outside the walls stands tall and invites any curious being to come in and enjoy the show for only a small fee. Quite the crowd has already assembled for this welcome distraction from the day to day dullness.
Cara's ears twitch as she hears the assembled crowd and she runs directly torward the massive tent. As she runs through, she manages to weave her way through the crowd and get herself a nice place to watch the events. "This should be pretty fun. I could use the entertainment."
Fenris has decided that he would rather not be cuddly or approachable today as he peruses the circus and has arrived in the thuggish form of Jet, the Sabertooth muscle-for-hire. He grunts as he shells out the entry fee, but keeps his weapons on him as he lumbers into the tent, looking around and thumbing one of his huge canines.
It's a circus, so Lucasiel wasn't in her armour today. Just a leather and silk doublet, and a slinky, ankle length black dress. She still has the sword on her hip, though, as she makes her way into the tent with a little yawn. It was still early for her, after last night.
The tent starts to light up a little and a corpulent lion being steps into the brightest beam. server elcome! Welcome to the circus Pur-zel! We will show you astonishing things today! Things you have never seen, and will never again see!square
Two monkeys, one male the other female and in matching uniforms, step out into the ring, expertly juggling five knives each! As they both reach the center of the tent, they throw the knives into the air and let them come down onto themselves. The duo is already bowing to the audience as the blades come down straight, and form a perfect circle around them. The monkeys are quick to pick up their tools and make a leap back, vanishing into the shadows.
Next up is a middle-aged walrus in a fancy red suit and top hat. He is accompanied by two full grown sand-cats. He holds out a pair of hoops which quickly light themselves up in a burst of fire-math and the feline creatures jump through them. The walrus then throws one of the hoops into the air and one of the sand-cats jumps through it mid flight! The other is prompted to stand on its hind legs with a crack of the whip he is holding in his now free hand and he throws the other burning hoop to the feline, which catches it in its maw, just moments after the fire went out. He bows, the other cat collects its hoop as well and much applause is given by the audience as they leave the ring.
A lissome vixen, clad in a tight leotard like outfit had just stepped out of the shadows as a shriek fills the air and a hulking creature stomps into the ring, roaring fiercely. It is about three meters tall and seven long, grey, thick and has a mighty horn. The lion that had announced the show comes tumbling into the ring. selling veryone get out! This is not part of the show!square He yells it again, selling veryone, get out!square
Mass-panic ensures as beings scream and push as they are trying to escape the tent to escape the beast as the lion yells again. separate lease? Is there anyone who can pacify it? It has gone mad!sow Visitor
Cara rolls her eyes for a moment and sighs, "Figures this happens on one of my days off." At that point, she immediately gets out her martial staff and leaps into action as she charges directly over to the large beast. As soon as she gets close enough she steps off to the side and prepares to slam her staff into the side of the beast.
Fenris watches dispassionately, though he does rather enjoy the show. Jet, however, is rarely impressed by anything, so there is no applause from the mountainous Sabertooth. He stands, arms folded off to the side of the grandstand and spits off to one side when the panic and commotion start. He rolls his eyes at the spectacle. "Good set up," he growls, "Too dramatic for me." He still thinks all of this is part of the show and he watches with interest. He's never seen a Thunderhoof up close before!
Lucasiel watches quietly, taking her amusement from the offered show. When the panic comes, however, she stands aside to let the mass get out without being trampled, doing her best to help direct people out before she turns her attention towards the beast itself, frowning. "How do you want to approach this?" She asks of those that stayed behind, assuming they're here to help and are not, in fact, paralyzed by terror.
The beast lets out a grunt as Cara strikes it, however it seems more annoyed than hurt and kicks its hind leg into the air, sending tremors through the ground of the, quite literal, arena. As soon as it has all legs on the ground again, it charges the lion and, with a swing of its massive head, sends him flying into the bleachers.
Cara groans loadly as she sees the lion get knocked away, "Ah crap." As she sees him cly, she finally notices the two felines who didn't run off and calls out to them, "Well don't just stand there. Help me deal with this thing before it hurts more people!" She immediately heads back to the side of the beast once more and attempts to strike the beast with a series of well ranged strikes from her staff.
"Now I'm convinced!" Jet growls, eyes widening as he grabs the massive hammer from his back, "Guess we wear it out. Send it to nap time." The burly feline barks out a wordless challenge to the raging beast and waves his oversized weapon to get its attention, ready to wallop it should it charge his way.
Lucasiel reaches for her sword for a moment, before reconsidering. "Wear it out? That's not exactly easy!" But perhaps she can control the collateral, conjuring up a bit of dark magic to try to make the beast a little more... Narrow-minded. Though towards what is to be decided.
The beast roars in pain as Cara strikes it right on a sensitive spot. It turns around slugishly to face the offending tigress, just as Lucasiel's magic hits it. The beast narrows its eyes and charges the feline! Cara manages to evade the charging behemont who crashes into the bleachers and through them and rips through the wall of the tent, into the area outside.
Cara sighs as the beast makes it outside. "Oh no!" The feline instantly dashes over to both Lucasiel and Jet and politely says, "Okay, that was a little helpful, but we might have to go for a more direct approach. However, if you guys can find some way to slow it down a bit, that would be greatly appreciated. Preferably through the use of traps would be best." With that, the feline charges directly after the beast, ready to continue pummeling the beast as much as she can.
Jet snorts in disgust and disappointment, then charges through the wreckage, ignoring Cara. The sabretooth swings his hammer to its hook on his back and chases down the rampaging thunderhoof, hoping to get atop the thing and wrangle it to the ground. "Stop hitting it, idiot!" he growls, "You're just making in mad!"
