Alchemic Testgrounds - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
10/10/475
Log
Bite stands alone outside the castle gates, practicing magery by trying to clip a bird with a mighty gust of wind. She wouldn't waste if of course but she would cook it up with some fire magics, but her attempts thus far are thwarted by very alert avians. Her clan crest sticks off of her clothing, her cloak shed for the heat.
Kilsa smiles and walked up to her reptile friend, "Hey friend! How have you been?" She smiled widely and moved in to hug her friend, "I've not seen you in so long." She said sadly.
Moroko arrives with a clunkety clunk, clunk of heavy armor. It appears the inquisitive mage adept is picking up some additional skills as he inspects his musket absently. He blinks as he spots bite throwing wind at birds. He offers, "You should try water. Harder to get up there but if you splash them it's twice as funny." He says thankful Sveta isn't around. He smiles and inclines his head to Kilsa.
Darquan has not been seen in some time. He has been keeping mostly to himself these last few weeks, if not a month or two. To see him now would probably be a surprise to those who've known him, yet here he is in nothing more than a kilt. He says nothing while he joins the gathering, watching and listening in silence.
Zevran approaches the small group, adorned in heavy armor. The large blade he is rarely seen without is strapped to his back in its usual position. He takes a moment to glance over the group before spotting two folk that he recognizes. He gives a friendly smile to Kilsa, and a nod to Darquan.
Petey comes loping along at a comfortable rate, seemingly trailing not far behind Kilsa. To combat the heat, the otter seems to be sweating powerfully into his clothes, ugh, but what can be done about that? "Is this the one you mentioned, m'lady?"
Bite giggles and hugs Kilsa. "I've been cooped up researching the tales of the Kitsune, i'm sorry sssweetie we really will have to catch up after this." she hisses before giggling at Moroko. "That wouldn't be half as challenging." She looks ovre Darquan and then waves to himi and Zevran before looking over Petey. "New retainer?" she quizzes before looking out the gate. "So you remember the thing that attacked in the desert? We have to go look into that, are you all ready?"
Darquan grunts, "I am as ready as anyone can expect to be." Unlike the others in the group, he does not have anything resembling weapons or armor. He must have something else in mind or something. The nod from Zevran is returned and he smiles to the Rhino, "Hello again. How did the tournament go? I missed it by a wide margin."
Kilsa smriked at Bite, "This is Peter, He is in the process of courting me and is also becoming a friend of mine." She said proudly as she listend to Bite. "I'll be prepared this time." She smiled and raised her hammer. "Any ideal if something new is out there or will we be dealthing with the same creatures?"
Petey bobs his head, "She is my retainer," he says, "She retains my heart. I'm afraid it will be a permanent possession of hers." Romantic, with a side of corn. "So what is it we're doing?" he asks, glancing around curiously.
Zevran groans. "The desert? I knew I should have brought lighter armor." He says, although the smile on his face shows he is joking. "I'm always ready." He says confidently. "I won. Sort of." Zevran replies to Darquan's inquiry.
Moroko considers this quietly at Bite's comment, "Is it probably going to attack us?" He asks as he crouches down and starts ruffling through his backpack looking through a few soul gems along with the related gear. His nose wriggles absently as he contemplates. He smiles easily enough nodding to to the other arrivals. He laughs softly and grins to Petey, "Well I'm sure we all wish you the best of luck on taming the savage....erhh Lady." He considers that and shrugs.
Bite nods. "Those things, explosions, and a strange man have been seen out there lately." She giggles once and gives Petey a whisper and then leads the party out of the gate, full and ready. First they must pass through the farmland to reach the meadows of course.
Darquan reaches out to clap the Rhino on a shoulder, "Congratulations, even though it is very late in coming." He follows Bite then, "So what is it that I have been missing out on? From what I've just overheard it sounds like this thing, or things, have been encountered previously."
Kilsa chuckles at Bite and looked at her, "This time I will not be a liability to everyone." She growled a bit and hefted her hammer over her soldier. "I've been looking at taking another crack at those creatures." She raised an eyebrow when Bite whispered to Petey. "Hmm."
Petey tilts his head at Bite a moment, but is then moving to keep up with the rest of the group. The short otter's feet move twice as fast to keep pace with the larger folk.
Moroko offers to Kilsa and smiles faintly, "It appears there seems to be something of an alliance or pact against you Lady Kilsa." He offers in amusement especially as he switches his robe and then stands taller inspecting his staff and smiling as his hand flexes and he feels the wind coming to it and he moves to follow Bite.
Zevran nods his head at Darquan's congratulations. "Thanks." He replies before following Bite. He waits to hear any explanation of what they might encounter.
The farmland is relatively quiet, a few cackles in the distance but nothing to be afraid of. Bite rechecks her gear on the way, pulling free a bundle of jerky which she begins to pop into her mouth. "They've been seen before but are relatively hard to find, they come up by chance. Kilsa can tell you all about them I bet." she hisses and giggles. "It looks like she plans to mash them up."
Darquan chuckles, "I have nothing against the Lady Kilsa. In fact, I still have not yet stopped by the Orphanage to get together with Danny, that PitBull kid. I hope he has been keeping himself busy?"
Kilsa chuckles at Darquan, "Yes he is but he is looking forward to testing you with his wooden maul he wilted himself. While he is a little more friendly he still has a tendency to show his canine urge to be top dog. Though he does keep the younger kids safe, he is a good kid but he hasn't got over his urge to try and show that he is stronger than his father by beating me." She smiled, "You should see him soon." She winked. "Hey Peter are you keeping up ok?" She looked to the otter with a wide grin.
Zevran seems relatively quiet as they reach the farmlands. "Kilsa won't have much to mash up if I get there first." Zevran chuckles, cracking his knuckles. He returns to travelling in silence.
Moroko listens to the tales as they walk. He occasionally gets distracted by leaves or other shiny objects, "Oooh." He'll pause make a note in his book and then yelp as he notes the others getting ahead and hurrying to follow.
Petey scurries along after them all, "I'm doing alright, madame. I'm just used to sailing," which had considerably less walking across dry plains, what's up with that?
Bite smiles. "Sailor?" she hisses and looks to Petey. "So are you going to become that creature we fought sssweetie?" she asks to Kilsa as they proceed through the farmland. Not long now and they'll break into the meadows.
Kilsa chuckles at Bite, "If he does I would still romance him." She chuckled and reach over to scratch Petey on his chin. "I think we would make a cute monster but I would perfer him as his handsome self." She grinned and winked at the otter, not even remotely bothered by walking so much in full armor.
Moroko manages to restrain from an otter in every port joke. Instead he hurries a bit more after the group and tucking his book into one of his myriad robe pockets.
