Taking the Ark - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
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Date
25/9/475
Log
Sally has gathered the mercenaries with her at the city gates, pointing up to the mountain in the distance, "That, is our target. The ark, one of the largest artifacts we have of our beloved Creators, in the hands of those filthy shades. The army is occupied with the war at large, so this is our opportunity. Join me, as soulless, as Sweetwaters, as _beings_ who will not bow down and wait to die. We will take it back, today," she says, tail thrashing with a jingle from the ornaments on it.
Violet gathers with the others, a small white fennec that's armed if not thickly armored as she leans in from the back to try to listen. She looks curious, glancing up at the mountain, then to the others and then back at the mountain.
Mazurek has not been to the Ark before, yet that doesn't really matter for him. He is dressed like he always tends to be: in nothing more than shorts. The dragon spreads his wings while he listens, and even flaps them firmly during the rousing speech, and at the conclusion he issues a roar toward the heavens.
Ryusho nods as he shifts position, armored as he can, though only moderately, its armor he has crafted himself and trusts to do the job it is required as he looks toward the mountain, though he bows his head slightly, with a chuckle at the other dragons roar, "As Retainer of the Ironsouls, I will do my duty as best I can, to help reclaim the ark, and even if allowed, help in restoring and repairing any damage the shadows may have caused." He says with a firm salute as he double checks what he has upon him equipment wise.
Sveta arrives on the scene, flapping her wings a little. She smells faintly of charcoal and sulphur, although whether it's coming from her person or the numerous powder horns at her belt is anyone's guess. She's kept silent throughout the whole speech, seemingly lost in her own thoughts, and it's only when it's concluded that she looks up expectantly for something to happen.
Sally gestures to a small wagon, "Our supplies are loaded, and I've purchased an oxen to haul it. I dare not rent it, since there is no assurance it will be returned safely. Load up your equipment you don't want to carry on the hike, because we're heading out now."
Sally spends 10000 Crown to: Oxen and Cart
The Iguana-dragon has all the gear that he will need already on him. That is to say...nothing more than his shorts. All of his gear is really incorporated into his fighting style. The only visible thing besides his shorts is the soul gem. His body is covered in deadly-looking spikes, too, compliments of mathemagic being performed at his request. He marches with the group with a steady stride.
Violet holds onto her weapons as they move out, skipping with a little hop periodically as she walks behind the wagon, guarding the rear. Her eyes dart everywhere, like she's absorbing everything, but she doesn't say a lot around all these people she doesn't know.
Sveta nods at the gesture and casts an eye over the cart supplies, but doesn't make any move towards it as the march begins. "The gesture is appreciated, m'lady, but I believe in not taking more than I can carry on my person. Perhaps someone else can make better use of it."
Ryusho would shift his position, gently setting a few of his -not needed- things, at least not actively needed items on the cart, as being a craftsman and journeyman, he keeps some basic supplies and materials on him even in the field so he can preform field repairs to armor and weapons, as well as emergency medical treatment as best as he can, so he does have some use for it actually since it would lighten his load at least slightly.
Onwards to the road. Of important note, it is early morning. "I plan to arrive by midday to early afternoon. The shades only grow more powerful as the sun wanes and into the night. If the battle should last that long and one side or the other hasn't died, we retreat with all the power our feet can muster and return when the sun is at our backs again."
Mazurek flanks the wagon on the right side during the march. Slowly he scans the immediate area every few miles for danger, "And if we are unable to retreat fast enough? For those of us who can fly, it should not be too much of a problem."
Coming up behind the crowd, fashionably late, is one Lady Ironsoul, who would not deny the opportunity to combat the shade and reclaim the ark!
Ryusho glances back as he hears someone, semi having to 'hurry' a little to catch up, he blinks, "...Looks like we have gotten the switch around from who is here on time and who is late? Lady Ironsoul?" he says playfully with a soft chuckle, as well..it seems he had arrived before her this time in comparison
Seeing the iguana-dragon take up position on the right, Sveta falls in position beside the fennec to bring up the rear. "I'm not completely sure about that," she says to Mazurek's comment. "I'm no military commander, but if we're forced to flee that way, on our own devices as opposed to together, it's likely that it'll have turned into a rout. I'm sure Lady Solacious has planned for that eventuality."
Kilsa nods to Ryusho, "Please excuse my tardiness everyone I was caught up with a particularly unruly child." She was joined the group and looked at all who were marching, "I didn't want to miss this for the world." She said with a serious expression. "Again excuse my tardiness on such an important venture."
Sally shakes her head from where she sits, guiding the cart towards the peak with all due haste, "You're just in time. The army's too busy putting out fires and guarding to perform this strike, so the Lightbringers will be heading it. I do hope you're all prepared for the worst. I make no illusions that this will be an easy confrontation."
Mazurek turns his gaze back to the new arrival when she is addressed and speaks, grunting softly before responding as well, "Good to have you here, Lady Ironsoul." He returns his focus to the fore.
Violet skips along beside Sally as they move out, looking Kilsa over curiously, but then gives a little nod or curtsey or whatever is the proper custom for greeting nobles to Kilsa.
Sveta acknowledges Lady Ironsoul's arrival with a bow of her head and a talon pressed to her chest, then turns to Violet as the march continues. "So, what brings you here on this fine day? The obvious aside, of course."
Kilsa nod to Violet and Lady Solacious, "I'm prepared. After our last trip, I've been itching to rid that place of shadows. I'm sure that we will be in for a very tough time. I only hope that this time well will leave with not a single shadow remaining." She smiled at the thought of doing some good for the firmament. "I'm here for the same reason most of us are here." She smiled at Sveta.
Sally leaves the Oxen marching forward and dives into the back in a scurry. After a moment of digging about, she pulls out short sticks with crystals at the end. She strikes the crystal against the wood of the cart, and it begins to glow brightly enough to be seen in the day light, "Everyone gets one."
Ryusho would adjust his position in the march,to move to be basically alongside one side of Kilsa, just like a retainer should when the ones they are the retainer of should do, as he nods slowly in response to kilsa talking, "I was one of the scouts who saw how bad it was.....So I saw it before hand in part, though I also know that there has been a lot of damage, thats one reason I am here, to try to assess it a bit if I can and hopefully be able to aid in trying to restore, or repair the damage that has been done to it by the shadows...
Violet looks up at Sveta as they continue along, answering as she's addressed. "Me?" She smiles brightly. "Oh, I'm toughening up. Doing my part! Helping keep the area around safe!" She looks up as she is handed one of the sticks with crystals and looks at it curiously. "What's this do?!?"
Mazurek takes one of the rods after they are offered, holding it over one shoulder like a militia-man holding a musket at the ready-yet-idle position. Afterward he looks back to the Badger and Tegu, "Want to come march with me, or take the opposite flank to the wagon?" The 'left' side has yet to be occupied.
Sveta accepts the crystal-tipped stick with all the grace as is befitting one of the graceful folk, then turns back to Violet after slipping it into the folds of her jerkin. "That's quite commendable, although I'm not sure if a trip all the way out to the Ark would count as the 'area around us'. Still, maybe anywhere is too close for comfort, when it comes to shadows."
Kilsa smiled at her retainer, "You've been doing well for yourself Ryusho, every time I hear word of what your doing it fills me with pride." She said beaming at him as she took a rod for herself. "Lady Solacious, has any one scouted the ruins since we last spoke. I haven't been in the loop regarding the arc." She looked a little embarressed but what was she to do with the little pull that she had?
Sally waves her stick lightly at Violet, "It glows. If it gets dark and we have to retreat, the sticks will give us some light, to see by, and to keep the enemy uncomfortable. Don't expect it to be a grand weapon, they aren't, but in a battle, you take all the advantages you can get." She shakes her head at Kilsa, "No new news on that front. We'll be the first in a while."
Ryusho glances to Mazurek, then over to Kiilsa, "..What do you say about that?" he asks after a moment, "Wish to move to the other side, or to the side with him?" he inquires as he then hums, "and that is a good question, had there been any other scouting parties since the one that discovered the damage they were dealing to it apparently?'
Violet looked like she was going to lick the crystal when Sally explains what it is and she blushes and tucks it into her belt where it can shine, but she can still fight. Then she looks back at Sveta. "My friend, Vulneir, the shadows killed all the men in her village. So, yes, any is too close. But that's what we do, since I joined her group, we hunt out and kill shadows. So, here I am!" She smiles brightly. Perhaps a little too cheerful for going to fight really big, bad things.
Mazurek chuckles, sticking the rod he was given into a pocket of his shorts. Given how large he is, it's more than likely a perfect fit, "If that is all that you two have in mind for your group, why not consider joining the Lightbringers? That is our primary goal, to attack the Shadows whereever they can be found."
Kilsa looked at Ryusho with a polite smile, "I would think we would want our large guys on both side so you and I will flank the other side. Sir Mazurek is powerful and so are you. Your combined might would do better spread than leaving an opening on a single side." She chuckled still amazed at the tall reptiles.
Sveta solemnly absorbs Sally's explanation. True, a dropped torch or lamp might go out, and not everyone knows fire magic. Best to have something and not need it than the other way around. She turns back to Violet, seemingly unperturbed by the fennec's cheeriness. "That is...quite disturbing, but it does seem to be happening a lot these days. Small villages are most often at risk. I'll admit my own reasons are a lot less altruistic - I'm here to gather field notes for the craft masters on how well some of their weapons are working, and of course test some of my own design in the process. Boring work, but it has to be done."
Sally moves back to her seat, guiding the wagon along across the uneven terrain, "If you feel tired, hop on, the Ox won't mind. Take rotations," she advises, "If you know how to guide the ox, you can take my place for a while. We want to be fresh when we arrive. The shadows will taste our fury today, and if they have any intelligence in them, maybe they'll think twice before coming back."
Violet skips along gracefully, pure white against the forest and grasses, her white hair swinging along her back in a braid as she moves. She glances up at Mazurek. "Oh, our group is much bigger than two. And we have more goals, but that one is closest to Vulneir's heart. So, if we kill all the shadows around the arc, maybe I can make her smile. Smiling is good!" Yeah, she might seem a little simple, or perhaps able to find simple happiness in the little things, like a child. She tilts her head back at Sveta. "Oh? Oh! We have a crafter too, who makes our armor and things. Good person to have in a group."
Mazurek smiles over to Kilsa and nods, though he does not say anything at the moment. He does focus his attention on Sally, though, "I think I could guide the beasts for a while, perhaps in an hour or two. However, we would need to pause briefly so that I could transform into my original form and not weigh as much. You'd be surprised just how much this form has added for weight to my already heavy frame."
Kilsa chuckled, "I'm used to roaming the country side, after all I'm a preist that loves to travel from place to pleace. I was Kilsa before Lady Ironsoul." She looked at Sveta overhearing her conversation. "Are you affilited with any groups, I would love to have a level headed folk that is keen on helping crafters such as myself and Sir Ryusho." She smiled at the goshawk.
Ryusho chuckles softly as mazurek mentions the weight issue about that, "..Indeed...that would be best if him, or I were to hop upon the cart, or try to guide the beasts, because the draconic form and size does add quite a lot of weight..."
Sveta flutters at Violet's comment, carefully avoiding the topic of smiling. "Thank you, but I don't deserve such praise. I'm just an apprentice - for now, that is." At the sound of Kilsa addressing her, she turns and gives the Lady Irsonsoul another bow of her head. "I think you've asked me this question before, Lady Ironsoul. And the fact is...I am still considering it. There is a certain being I've been looking for, who secured me a place in Firmament - a crow, and that's all I know about him. Until I find and thank him properly or have reason to give up on that task, I'm not sure if I can wholly lend my affiliations to anyone else just yet." She looks away. "I'm sorry. It's a long story."
Sally gives up the reigns to the next in line, helping keep the procession moving towards the peak, which comes at the group a few hours later as the sun draws close to noon day. Proceeding up the trail, her eyes narrow, "Be on the lookout, they could have scouts."
Kilsa nods to Sveta, "Understood. I just wanted to give the offer once more." She looked a little concerned but let the issue drop as sally spoke her warning. She kept silent and began to skim the trail with her eyes keeping watch.
Mazurek had volunteered to be the next in line for the wagon. True to form, he spends however long it takes for him to change back into his original iguana form. Fortunately the shorts are elastic, or he would have had some issues with them. He also drops five feet to his height. With him now in the driver's seat, this leaves the right flank open unless anyone took up the position he vacated.
It's awkward to have to deny a noble straight out, even one as well known for kindness and compassion as the Lady Ironsoul. Grasping onto Sally's cautioning, Sveta mumbles something approaching an apology and turns her keen eye to the right of the column - while it won't make up for the empty space formerly occupied by Mazurek, at least she'll have a better chance of seeing anything coming.
A faint noise, more of a sigh than a rustle, and a shadow darts out from hiding. "Get it!" shouts Sally, directing at it with her light bearing staff.
The unfortunate scout is set upon by vengeful beings. A quick frackas results in the melting fog of the shadow fading away. "Good," says Sally, "No reports of us for now at least. I think it's time to leave the cart behind."
Mazurek had remained in the cart's driver's seat during the battle. Out of his dragon form, his weaponry is more substantial, yet he merely fires off a musket each chance he got. At the end of the battle he gets out of the cart and calls out just before he begins to transform again, "Ryusho! You heard the Lady! Get your repair equipment before we move out!"
Ryusho hums softly, and nods, as he goes over to the cart, though he does so just to collect his repair equipment as suggested, "Oh, Kilsa, here, Just in case things get dangerous I wanted to give you some of these.." he says walking over to hand her a couple vials.
Violet is right into the fray, even though there are likely many more powerful than her. She's laughing as she fights, apparently enjoying it immensely.
Sveta's taken cover behind the cart while the fighting's been going on, preferring to avoid direct confrontation with the scout. Bolt after bolt is loosed in a steady stream into the fray with practiced form, none of them even coming anywhere in danger of striking her allies.
Kilsa looked at the vials critically, "Your my friend and retainer but I wonder what sort of additives you used in this, hopefully nothing that I would be upset about my good loyal retainer?" She asked half-jokingly. "All the same thank you." She smiled and gave him a friendly clap on the shoulder.
Mazurek remarks after his transformation is completed, panting softly at the same time, "Oh, you know Ryusho. He adds a lot of draconic spunk to his craftsmanship." Did he mean that literally or figuratively?
Ryusho blinks and..stands there almost -frozen in place as he turns from blue tegu to -RED- tegu...like, almost neon red...as he stands there....trying to decide how the heck he shoudl react...
Mazurek can't help but nearly fall over laughing at the sudden reaction of the other dragon, "I think...we've discovered your true species! You've just become a Chameleon and left your Tegu heritage!"
Violet dances around on the balls of her feet, ignoring the dragon's discussion. "We should find more shadows to fight."
Sveta mumbles something and shakes her head at the general situation. Everyone's just a bit too...cheery for people going into danger. Keeping a small distance away from the dragons and their discussion or the dancing fennec, she pulls out a small notebook and begins jotting down notes on the fight that'd just occurred.
Ryusho shifts slightly, and..nope, he is -still- quite red, probably red and purple because of the blue tegu colorings, or something like that as he slowly adjusts his position, as he starts to open his mouth, then shuts it, then opens again, then shuts it -again- as he tries to think of -SOMETHING- to say..and each time he thinks he has something he changes his mind because it only would make the situation more akward...as if it wasn't bad already..... before without thinking, "..yes I put a lot of spunk into...EFFORT INTO MY WORK" he says almost too loudly at the end then mrphs and just ..covers his face to pinch his mouth shut, just, shut up tegu, shut up...
The undo noise does draw attention. As the ox is tied to a post to keep it secured, several forms descend the path towards the group, solid, but dripping shadow along the way, and looking none too pleased, or perhaps, all too pleased, to see the group.
Mazurek recovers from his giggle fits in time to see the shadows approaching. He is still by the cart, but that doesn't stop him from charging headlong into the group like a wild beast. He claws, bites, and otherwise makes mayhem for them. His spiked body harms them whenever they hit him.
Ryusho actually uses this as a way to..'escape' the situation as he turns, and goes to engage as well, though at least it helps him recover from looking like a bright red and purple tegu!
Violet squeaks and leaps into the fray. She uses her heavy blunderbuss the most, firing and reloading and then firing again. She's heavily damaged at times, but with the help of her companions, is healed enough to keep going.
Kilsa shakes her head, "Alright we need to be a little more focused.Thinks are starting to get more dangerous." She remembered how the pervious shadow the group she was with had to face. "Though later drinks are on me." She smiled after they had destoryed the shadows, "These aren't nearly as tough as the thing that was out here the first time."
Sally tilts her head, "We have not reached the peak," she reminds, "These are sentries and scouts, little more. I am sure their commanders and bloated overlords do not stray far from their camp until given reason to."
Sveta mutters something angry under her breath, but lets it drop. Maybe the dragons have learned their lesson, although it doesn't really excuse putting everyone else in danger. "Bowstring needs more tension," she mumbles to herself as she comes forward from the back row to keep up with the group.
Mazurek is hurt in several places during the scuffle, but by the time the battle has ended there is not a scratch to be had on him. Flicking his tongue at the remains he turns his attention to Kilsa, "They were tougher the last time you were here? I would have loved to have had the honor of having THAT challenge. These feel too weak!" He nods to Sally, "Let's go dance with them, then." He seems quite eager to enter into battle with these things, doesn't he?
Ryusho takes a deep breath, "Well, These are scouts, and it is the middle of the day as well, but ..I suppose we should begin to move in, as we are loosing any chance of supprise we may still have as this keeps going..."
Kilsa nods to Mazurek, "We barely killed it, I was certain that I was going to die if did have such skilled folk at my back." She said, "It was a being of pure horror but it is killable so I have little to fear as long as I continue to get stronger and stronger."
Violet glances around at them. "Am I strong enough for this battle? My friends will be really mad at me if shadows kill me." She glances at Sveta and then back around, looking into the shadows of the trees.
Mazurek chuckles, turning his gaze to Violet, "If you are not strong enough, you will know it. You've done well so far, so do not worry too much over it. The Creators had the foresight to bless us with the gift of being able to bounce back from horrible injury, granting us a second to sixth wind whenever it is needed."
Sveta shrugs at Violet's question. "No knowing until we try, really, although I'm sure Lady Solacious has contingencies should we be outmatched. I know I don't intend on dying today, for one."
Sally snorts at Violet's words, "It is not too late to tuck tail between legs and run back to the, temporary, safety of Firmament's walls. We will do what we can to keep that safety, for at least another day." She directs the group forward, but not much ground is covered when a figure half stumbles from the bushes, small folk crest on his belt, matted fur, sunken black eyes, a taken of the shadows.
