No Free Pass In Silvervein Pass - RPLOG
Participants
Date
21/1/480
Log
An imposing feline in Longtech guard armor stands near a pair of wagons, laden with stone, wood, and other materials, as various Beings run back and forth, taking note of inventory and ensuring the wagons are secure. The guard lets out a sigh as he looks around, awaiting the arrival of these Freeswords Lady Longtail hired.
Fenris rides up on the back of his gigantic, purple buffalo. "Hey there, Marcus," Fenris says, giving a lazy, half salute to the guard, "Flora said you could use an extra hand or two following this stuff to town?" The tiger is wearing shimmering metal plates sewn into a flexible leather jerkin. It looks like it might be a uniform, but there is no indication as to what uniform it might be.
Terry moves up with the rest of the group. The diminuitive feline is clad in plain, seemingly off-the-shelf leather armor, with a cloak thrown on top of it for good measure. He stays near the enormous purple buffalo, lingering nearby while listening attentively to the others. He waves at the posted guard in greeting. "Greetings, sir. At your service."
Benna seems to have put on something a bit more form-fitting than her usual potato sacks for the mission, a snug creator jumpsuit layered beneath the jacket of a certain coyote. With a quiver and bow on her back and an unsure look on her face, she shuffles up to the LongTech guard, giving a nod to Fenris and Terry as she recognizes them. "Hello, again," she offers quietly.
Among the beings taking care of inventory and ensuring the wagons are properly fit and secure, an unfamiliar face stood among them, carrying a large stack of wood to a wagon.
"Alright, these seem to be in order." Said the Reptile-looking being, setting the stack down and adding, "How many more are left?" Cary gently asked one of the beings responsible for inventory. The peculiar looking dinosaur was wearing his usual journeying gear but he was carrying various vials with him instead of his usual blacksmithing gear.
A short distance away from the caravan, Rodian leans against some sort of mechanical beast as a twirligig circled around him. He is wearing his usual attire of leather, made specifically reduce any burns he may receive while dealing with the tech around him. He calmly polishes a disc with a rag, only looking up to see a purple buffalo. "Uh, how peculiar." He mumbles to himself, noting the rider to be Fenris. He gives the tiger a short wave.
Galve lightly lands just a short distance away from the congregation of beings, his arrival announced by the drone of insect wings. He approached the others, greeting the Longtech guard and looking around a little. "Guarding a convoy... this should be good."
"This one is here.", announces a voice from knee-level to the guard. "I will be providing extra help." He crosses his arms. The small lizard is clothed in some leather armor with a hood covering most of his face, though his snout peeks out of it. He appears to be equipped with a small crossbow strapped to his forearm, a satchel of bolts and at least one dagger.
Marcus grunts, eyeing the Fenris' buffalo. "Personally, I think we can handle it, but Lady Longtail insisted," he says, crossing his arms as he looks at each Freesword that arrives. "...Lady Longtail definitely knows overkill," the guard mutters as he notes the size of the party. He motions the adventurers to the side and explains the situation.
"The last few convoys to go through here got raided; Lady Longtail is tired of delays and wants this taken care of, now." The feline looks less than pleased with having to accept outside assistance, but he doesn't comment on it. "Prepare yourselves. We move in five. I want this done quick and easy," Marcus says, raising his voice for the workers to hear, before heading over to a small group of guards, no doubt also under Lady Longtail's employ.
Fenris laughs easily, staying on his mount. "Our dear highlady does like to make sure a job is done," he says waving to the others who have come along for this little jaunt. The tiger guides his buffalo around the wagons, greeting other Longtail guards and employees he knows.
Terry shrugs lightly. "The Longtails have enough crown to throw all of it at problems that need fixing. It's more profit for us." He moves towards the wagon, inspecting it for a moment, before turning to the others. "I.. I must confess I am not familiar with this area much. What should we expect to face?"
Cary fiddles with and prepares a couple of vials, strapping them onto their belt. Their content seems mostly.. Oily and brownish? Odd. Either way, the odd-looking dino inspects the freeswords and not really knowing any of them, waves and politely greets them. "Good day. And.. This is an awful lot of people. I certainly wasn't expecting all this, the bandits must be really fierce then, right?" Cary faintly smiles, leaning on one of the wagons. "Anyway, I volunteered to keep an eye out on the wagons and.. Gear. So if you have anything that needs a quick patch on our way, just give me a shout. I've got a couple of tricks on my sleeve if anything happens though."
Rodian coughs nervously and walks over to the rest of the group, his crusher keeping a decent distance away while his twirligig patrolled around the caravan. "Uh hello," He attempts to greet everyone while shuffling in place. "I'm not the greatest of fighters but I um, well if anyone gets hurt thats how I'll help." The corgi rubs at the back of his head and keeps an eye on his crusher, didn't want anyone to get accidently hurt by it.
Galve checked his gear and looks around a little. He approaches the wagons, asking one of the employees whether it would be better for him to ride or follow on foot, or by wing if they wanted.
"Let us get underway.", Shliek says as he climbs up onto one of the wagons. By the frown on his face, he seems not at all intertested in chatter and more on getting the job done. He watches the other chatter away about the job, listening, but not contributing in that regard.
Marcus scowls and heads for the center of the bustle. "Alright, move out!" he calls, the guards falling into line around the wagons. "Climb in or follow along, I don't care. But these wagons are going!" the feline continues, heading to the front of the convoy. And with that, the workers are climbing into the wagons and the convoy is making its way down the trail.
Fenris finishes his pleasantries and sets PB (Purple Buffalo) to ambling along beside the supply train, staying just about in the middle. The big tiger produces a small, stringed instrument from somewhere in his saddle bags and accompanies himself as he sings. Something about a crying guitar, but it is nice to listen to.
Terry clambers up onto one of the wagons after the offer is made, perching up against the building materials. The small feline being looks around to each of his companions, his gaze lingering on Fenris. He smiles slightly at the song being played. "Can tell who's been on an outing like this before."
Cary slowly climbs up onto one of the wagons as well, trying not to get their tail stuck on anything or.. Not hitting anyone with it for that matter. "We're in good company, aren't we folks?" Cary smiles a little bit, gazing at the other companions. "I mean, we even have a bard of sorts, hah!" The ankylosaurus cheerfully added, looking quite optimistic.
Rodian walks alongside the wagon, his crusher following behind at the same distance. His attention was mostly on the disc in his hands as he continued polishing it. "Walking is nice, it stretches out your legs." He says idly to noone in particular.
Galve finds a seat on one of the wagons, near to the back of the train but still within speaking distance of the group. He keeps tabs on everyone he can see, looking between them and listening to Fenris' musical talent.
"Shliek gets enough excercise from walking.", the lizard says in reply to Rodian. "Short legs work twice as hard." Despite his restful position, the lizard seems alert and ready to take action should anyhting start up.
The Convoy winds its way through the Pass, sounds of the waterfall in the distance. The workers are working, and the guards are guarding. Not a worry in the world...
Fenris finishes his song with a flourish, then stows the little guitar and draws a long spear strapped to his mount's side. "Don't mean to alarm anyone," he says cheerily, "But I think we've got company! Eyes on the pass!"
Terry was so fascinated by the song that he failed to spot.. anything at all, really. His dopey smile is replaced by a look of confusion as the song stops and the bard calls out the danger. He scrambles to draw his weapon, a dagger, and hops down from his perch on top of one of the wagons. He uses the wagon as cover, looking around to try and find out where the danger is coming from.
"The Tiger is right. As much as I like quiet moods, this is getting a little.. Too quiet. Keep an eye out, if it comes to it I have some potions that will help." The dino stated, standing up on the wagon and keeping alert.
Rodian perks his ears at the silence and shuffles closer to the wagon. Flattening his ears against his hat, he lets out a low whistle. His twirligig repositions itself closer to the middle of the caravan and his crusher quickly catches up to the caravan, lumbering close to the corgi. The disc in his hands hummed with a blue light as he activated it in precaution.
Galve agrees with Fenris and the others. He draws his pistol, wings buzzing behind him in anticipation. "Any idea what we're up against, sir?" He asks Fenris, since he was the one who spotted them first.
Shliek stands up on the wagon and arms his crossbow. His snout curls into a deeper frown. "They'll reget it this time.", he murmurs, ready to fire on the first threatening being to appear.
At Fenris' warning, the workers scramble into the wagons and the guards draw their weapons, scanning the area. And not a moment too soon, as an arrow whizzes by Fenris, embedding itself in the wagon nearby! One arrow is quickly followed by several more, mostly aimed for the Fenris and his buffalo, Rodian with his Crusher, and Marcus. The Longtech guard ducks behind cover, yelling, "Move, move! Don't let them take another shipment!"
Bandits in...surprisingly decent armor slide down the slopes of the pass, brandishing swords and axes, and the grins of men who do this for the thrill of killing. Schliek's crossbow bolt almost matches to catch one of them, but misses amidst all the sliding. "Alright, boys! Kill the guards and take the goods! We're getting good pay for this, best not let 'em down!" yells one of the thugs as he looks on from above, a large wolf with a gash over one eye and a notch out of his ear.
Fenris slides off his steed's back, spear in hand. "Charge!" he shouts gleefully, heading for the bandits at full tilt, his buffalo crashing along beside him and his long bladed spear spining in his hand to slice through the first bandit he meets!
Terry clenches his hand around the hilt of his blade as he waits for the bandits to near. He slinks out when he sees an opportunity, using his small size to remain concealed for as long as possible until he can get close enough to one of them. There, he again takes advantage of his small size by going for the thigh of one of the assailants, wanting to disable him.
Cary picked up one of their vials, trying to pinpoint the bandit who was ordering the others around. This one's contents looked rather powdery as it was filled with sleeping powder. The dino didn't have many other ways to defend himself other than throwing these vials but something felt.. A bit odd and inspiring about them.
Rodian whistles again and his crusher tramples towards the bandits, intent on crushing the first one it comes across. Another whistle and his twirligig circles around the corgi, protecting him from any that get close. He tosses the disc at the closest wagon, the Divine Shield springing to life to cover it.
Galve is on alert as an arrow buries itself into the wagon next to where he was sitting. He ducked down to avoid any more arrows before taking aim at one of the bandits with his pistol.
Shliek stands his ground and nocks another bolt, aims and fires at the approaching horde of bandits. He keeps repeating the process until they are close enough to engage in melee.
And the fight is on! Fenris manages to catch one of the bandits in the chest, and while Terry isn't sneaky about it at all, he takes another down as the thug laughs at the Ocelot's size. Who's laughing now? While Rodian's Crusher tramples onto the scene, causing mayhem of its own, Galve's shot embeds itself in a bandit's leg, sending him tumbling down the slope and into a heap on the ground. Schliek's shot narrowly misses one of the thugs, but keeps them on their toes. Another volley of arrows fly through the sky, raining down on the Freeswords and guards; one such guard going down from a lucky arrow. Cary and Rodian are luckier, in the fact that they don't die from the arrows suddenly protruding from them.
The wolf in charge grabs one of his cohorts, tugging them into the path of the oncoming vial before sliding down the slope himself. "Come on, meat! Just give us the cargo and no one..." he says, stepping on the fallen guard and grinning cruelly, "...else has to get hurt. Maybe."
Fenris leaves his mount to trample as she pleases, knocking aside arrows and tumbling forward acrobatically, showing surprising dexterity for such a large being. The tiger starts to laugh, long and loud. It is really incredibly unnerving. He decides that it is time to ignore the rank and file bandits and turns his attention to the leader, whipping his spear about in dizzying patterns as he charges toward the scarred wolf!
Terry finishes off the thug he had disabled with a follow-up stab to the neck, ensuring he's down and out. The small ocelot looks around the battlefield, stained with the blood of his first kill. He picks out another target and dashes at that being, taking an acrobatic leap as he goes for the throat.
After being hit by an oncoming arrow right in the middle of their chest, Cary falls back inside the wagon with a loud thud and a screech. The dino picks up one of his vials, a potion this time, quickly swallowing its liquid content. Slowly, the ankylosaurus tries to recover from the wound, ignoring the arrow for a little while as trying to remove it now would be too painful.
Rodian falls to the ground after being hit by arrows, one in his shoulder and another in his thigh. The corgi was on the verge of tears from the pain as he followed Cary suit and drank a dulling potion while his twirligig fires in the direction of the arrows. Shakily, he pulls out a creator device and puts his hat in mouth. Biting down on it, he pulls the arrows out and uses the device on the wounds, sealing them. Looking over to Cary, he makes his way to him and offers to fix his wound. "May I?"
Galve looks upon Rodian and Cary with worry for a moment, before turning and heading to engage another bandit, his pistol holstered and sword drawn.
Shliek curses as he keeps missing his bolts. Giving up on aiming, he instead takes a deep breath before entering a trace of flurried bolt shots in the general direction of the bandits!
The thuggish Wolf grins as Fenris weaves between his lackeys. Those the Tiger can't dodge, fall beneath his spear. The Wolf steps forward, drawing blade to parry the weapon, a grin on his face. "That's cute," he snarls, kicking Fenris back into the fold as bandits turn their attention to the Buffalo rider...not that it has much effect. Terry is having even better luck, leaping over corpses and burying his dagger into a thug's neck, the bear in question giving a gurgle before falling backwards, dead, a look of surprise on his face. Nearvy, Galve is pushing back the bandits, expertly brandishing his sword. From the wagon, Schliek stops firing warning shots; instead firing off Rapid Shots at two bandits, catching one of the thugs in the arm and chest, and another in the neck, both hitting the ground in a small cloud of dust.
On the medical side of things, Rodian does a fine job patching himself up with his Sacred Doctor, leaving nary a scratch behind.
The remaining bandits are beginning to flake, some even turning tail and running without a look to their leader.
Fenris can't help but be surprised! It has been a long time since he has gone up against another being able to push him around so easily. It is a little embarrassing, really. Not one to let a little thing like overwhelming force bother him, the Tiger focuses on his current problem, spinning and slashing at the trio of bandits who have moved in to keep him away from their leader!
Terry finishes off the second thug with nary a glance, leaving him with a gushing neckwound. He leaps off and stalks his way to Fenris, currently engaged with a large group of bandits. He sets his sights on the leader, maneuvering towards him and launching into a sprint with intent to catch him with a disabling blow while he's distracted. He swing his dagger down, aiming for the leader's knee, hoping to cripple or hobble him.
As the painkiller concoction does its effect, Cary clenches a fist and uses their other hand to pull the arrow in their chest as quickly as possible, which followed by another loud screech...
"Fuck me, they really pinpointed me on that one.." After a brief pause, Cary answered Rodian, slowly standing up and holding the wound with their right hand. "If that thing can help, feel free."
Rodian quickly applies the device to Cary's chest, sealing the wound. "Its going to ache but it should be fine." He says to the dinosaur. With a whistle, his crusher barrels up the hill to attack the archers. Another whistle to send his twirligig to assist Fenris.
Galve spars with the two bandits, using his sword to great effect in driving them back. Making a snap decision, he redoubles his assault but this time the focus was not to kill, but to disarm and subdue without killing if possible. These thugs might not know much, but they might know who was willing to pay them enough to rob a Longtail convoy.
Noticing the bandits starting to flee, Shliek drops his crossbow and whips out a dagger into each hand, then hucks them both at one of the fleeing criminals! No mercy from this little reptile!
"Alright, fine! I know a lost cause when I see one," the leader yells, waving an arm! "Retreat! The crown ain't worth this!" he snarls, turning and starting for the slope. He isn't fast enough to avoid a parting gift, though, as Terry slashes at the Wolf, catching him in the arm. The thug howls in pain, turning to face the Ocelot. "Why don't you go play with the other kiddies," he snarls, kicking Terry back, sending him tumbling but unharmed, before scrambling back up the slope.
"ARCHERS!" he cries, throwing an arm out as he gets to the top, the cue for another bunch of arrows to fly through the sky, though most of them are centered on the Crusher making its way up the hill.
On the ground, bandits are dropping left and right as the Freeswords wreak havoc on the thugs; two bandits dropping with Shliek's daggers in their backs, and another three as Rodian's Twirligig assists Fenris. Galve's two thugs are disarmed with ease, though when the arrows start falling, the Wasp only manages to grab ahold of one; the other bandit taking the opportunity to flee back up to the gang.
Fenris straightens as the bandits start to fly, whipping his spear through the air one, two, three times, knocking arrows aside. He looks around for any remaining opponents, then whistles for his buffalo. "Check for survivors," he calls out, "I would love someone to chat with." The tiger stows his spear and produces a sacred doctor not unlike Rodian's.
Terry rolls down hard, landing face-down on the ground after that mighty push-kick. He's uninjured, but bruised enough that he's slow to rise as he glares at the retreating thug. He sits down, checking himself for injuries, and miraculously there seem to be very little to speak of. He stays sat down as he looks over at the others.
"That's... Quite an useful artifact you have the-" Cary's compliment is interrupted by the second volley of arrows, one of which penetrates the wagon's defenses and -almost- manages to hit him again. As the volley ends, Cary quickly steps out of the wagon again, hoping not to get hit by another quick volley. The dinosaur pulls another vial from his belt, a slightly larger one even, attempting to pinpoint the Wolf's location as the bandits retreat before throwing it. Wolf or no wolf, Cary would throw it as close they could to the leader, only to realize they had thrown the wrong vial. A vial of stale grease, which only the creators would know if it was rancid or possibly worse.
Rodian peeks over the wagon to see his crusher stumble and roll down the hill. Whistling, his twirligig circles above it and his divine shield repositions itself between the caravan and the crusher. He looks around for any more threats before he rushes to his crusher to deactivate it.
Galve disarms and subdues the bandit, relieving them of any weapons and binding their hands, leading them back to the convoy at swordpoint.
Shliek retrieves his daggers from the backs of the beines he felled then skulks back to the wagon and cleans them. "Are we ready to move on yet?", he asks, sounding a oittle impatient.
The Bandits have fled, leaving behind one of their own without a care. Careful searching reveals a second thug left behind, the weasel's face planted in the dirt as he snores away. The Longtech guards ensure the safety of the various workers, applying bandages as needed. Marcus walks up to Fenris, murmuring to him for a moment before turning to look at the two thugs. "Let's toss 'em on the wagons. I know a few people that'll want to talk to them," he says, his tone menacing. "Now let's move! I don't want to stick around, in case they decide to come back."
Fenris nods to whatever Marcus had to say, then goes about his work, tending to the wounded before mounting up again.
Terry returns to his place at the caravan, still spattered in the blood of the two thugs he slew. He carefully cleans and tends to his blade during the trip back, while watching his companions from time to time.
Galve does what he can to help patch the others up, but the Creator Doctor devices rendered his assistance moot for the most part. When it was all said and done and the wounded tended to, he reloaded his pistol and took to the sky to hover overhead for the rest of the journey, just in case.
"I am so, SO! Sorry about that vial if that got anyone!" The dino exclaims, walking over to the guards as they move the snoring bandit. Smirking, Cary adds, "Hmm.. At least that sleeping powder worked. Is everyone alright though?" The dino asked the ones walking around, before heading over to his respective wagon again. Spotting Rodian, Cary mentioned. "Hey, thanks for earlier. As I was saying, that thing was really useful."
After so time tinkering, Rodian gets his crusher to stop smoking and able to stand on its own again. "There, shouldn't explode now." He stows away his divine shield and returns to the caravan, his crusher following yet again but at a greater distance. He patches up several wounded with his sacred doctor before sitting in th back of a wagon. "It was nothing." He responds to the dinosaur as he waits for the caravan to move.
The rest of the ride is quiet, aside from a few animals, but nothing to worry about. The Convoy arrives at it's destination, a construction site of sorts, where a badger is talking to another guard. "...don't know where the supplies are getting to," the badger is saying. "Don't worry about it, we'll find them," is the guard's reply before he makes his way towards the wagons. "Marcus! You're...what happened? You guys get hit?"
After a short explanation, the two bandits are hauled away for questioning, and the workers' injuries are being seen to more professionally, and the guards head off for much needed rest. "That about wraps it up. Talk to the badger there, he'll see that you're paid for your...help," Marcus say begrudgingly, gesturing to the portly badger in charge before following after the guards, no doubt to have a...friendly chat with the bandits.
