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| − | <div></div><br> <br>Claud leans against his spear, catching his breath as he waits for people to, hopefully heed his call. Time was certainly of the essence in such a thing, and while his request was vague... He hoped that wouldn't kill his chances. Who knew who much time he had left? He seems heedless of the rain, doing his best to catch his breath before he's forced to make the run back.<br> <br>Fenris comes swaying up on the back of a waddling stone Mole! "Claud?" the tiny liger asks, "Where is your brother?" He hops down from his golem mount. "You said it was urgent?" he prompts.<br> <br>Ranawhin lingers at the edge of the gathering area, looking over Claud and Fenris both. One hand rests on the hilt of her sword, and the other absently smooths at the heavy weight of her jacket. "I heard there was work...?" She asks softly, canting her head and flicking her ears. "Though not many details about it. Would you care to exposit, or...?"<br> <br>"I heard there was a cry for help for freeswords?" Sara asks as she walks into the guild and looks around, her crimson gaze soon falling over Claud anlook<br> <br>Thelergramor walks through the rain; preferring the storm to a clear night. The wolf, if he indeed currently a wolf, as his tail pokes out under his coat seems to be scaled, currently/ The rest of his body is covered, chainmail, scarf, plague mask and hat. Scarf wrapped completely around his face under the mask. Doesn't look heavily armed; only obvious weapons are the dagger at his belt and the blades worn on his left wrist. Arriving with the group, he speaks to Claud. "What's the problem?"<br> <br>The nurse shark stands nearby, not really caring about the rain. To her, it is just a natural, comfortable part of her life, and her clothing protects her well from it. She's unable to use her chalkboard because of the rain, though she can keep short messages on it for a short period of time and writes <Need help?> on it, showing it to the ocelot.<br> <br>"I heard there was a cry for help for freeswords?" Sara asks as she walks into the guild and looks around, her crimson gaze soon falling over Claud and the crowd he had gathered. Her own voice meshing with the others in asking, "Excuse me, are you the one that requested assistance? What is it that you need?" she asks the mole as she nears the man in question.<br> <br>Rokarion follows the group, while wearing their usual heavy cloak to protect from the rain, but keeping the hood at the back, after all what kind of plant does not like some rain? Rokarion looks at the ocelot, his jasmine scent wafting around the area, before asking in his usual clan and polite tone, "May I ask what exactly is the service you require good sir?"<br> <br>Claud takes a deep breath before looking over the group that has shown up. He recognizes... None of them. But it didn't matter. "That's the problem," he says to Fenris before straightening up and looking over the others. "I'll explain more as we go. The short of it? My brother is in danger, and I couldn't help him alone," he pauses for another moment to catch his breath. "Near the pass. If any of you can help, please. You will be rewarded as best as we are able to manage!" He doesn't wait any longer and turns off at a brisk jog, slowing only to see if people were going to follow.<br> <br>Fenris nods and hops lightly back atop his golem, setting off after Claud at a lumbering trot. "I'm right behind you," he calls.<br> <br>The nurse shark follows, having some difficulty keeping with his pace, but otherwise wanting to help. At the very least she would be able to help with serious flooding if that occured.<br> <br>Thelergramor follows after the ocelot; not needing any other information. "Right. Let's go then." Probably unwise; acting without thinking doesn't tend to go well for the basilisk. He nods to Fenris; glad to actually see he isn't dead, as opposed to hearing it before checking that his concealed crossbow was loaded; it is.<br> <br>After reaching behind her cloak, and pulling a pulling a dragon-headed pistol from inside and checking it over Sara states, "Well, I'll be there to assist as best as I am able." before dropping her arm back to her side, and finishing with "Just point the way."<br> <br>Ranawhin nods, as well, and starts moving to match the ocelot's pace. She doesn't seem bothered by the rain too much - it slicks off of her fur, and runs down the treated leather of her coat. "Any details you can share, along the way...?"<br> <br>Rokarion just follows the group, looks like he will be going on minimum information. It seems that the heavy cloak covering his whole body is designed not to impede movement if his fast foot steps are any indication.<br> <br>As promised, Claud does his best to explain once they're on the move and running through the forest outside of the city. The canopy catches a lot of the rain, but it still drips through the leaves and down to the group below. "We were continuing our pursuit of a criminal that has managed to elude us for a considerable time," he explains, trying to go into more detail for those that were not up to date on the previous dealings. "We were chasing a lead when we got waylaid by her second in command. Big lion guy. Geoff sent me to fetch aid while he held him back, but I do not know how long he'll manage it." The travel is progressing quickly, with little to stand in their way just yet. It is still quite a walk to get to their destination, though.<br> <br>The nurse shark follows. Cirra can't exactly respond, though she makes mental notes on the things she knows: dangerous criminal, elusive, and has some form of group. She prepares a few mathemagics mentally, not sure what to expect.<br> <br>Thelergramor manages to keep up with the ocelot; not difficult, considering he was letting them follow him. "So, what? Kill the lion? Easy." Trying to sound less concerned about his mortality than he actually is.<br> <br>"So how many people are we going up against? Is it just the lion?" Sara asks along the way, occasionally stopping the line to pant as she tries to keep up with the group. "Though I'm also curious, are you going to try to get this guy back alive?" sparing Thelergramor a quick glance as she asks, though meaning it for Claud.<br> <br>"Alive is always harder than dead." Ranawhin comments absently, the fox keeping up well enough. Even if her footfalls aren't the lightest in the group, she's obviously used to exertion. "S'why they tend to pay more - both more useful, and that fact is recognized."<br> <br>Rokarion remains the silent throught the whole trip, just kepeing mental notes on everything that i being discussed, having nothing to add himself. The young Jasmine just follows the ocelot with a light step, wondering why did they not bring a faster source of transportation with them. Surely they could have gotten of it, before reaching any area of danger.<br> <br>Fenris sits easily in the saddle on his big mole golem. "Longtail, right?" he asks Claud, not at all winded, since his golem is doing all the work, "The lion is Reinhart Longtail. He's gotten pretty famous as a mercenary. Pretty mean with that hammer of his." The tiny liger is ready for action! | + | <div></div><br> <br>Claud leans against his spear, catching his breath as he waits for people to, hopefully heed his call. Time was certainly of the essence in such a thing, and while his request was vague... He hoped that wouldn't kill his chances. Who knew who much time he had left? He seems heedless of the rain, doing his best to catch his breath before he's forced to make the run back.<br> <br>Fenris comes swaying up on the back of a waddling stone Mole! "Claud?" the tiny liger asks, "Where is your brother?" He hops down from his golem mount. "You said it was urgent?" he prompts.<br> <br>Ranawhin lingers at the edge of the gathering area, looking over Claud and Fenris both. One hand rests on the hilt of her sword, and the other absently smooths at the heavy weight of her jacket. "I heard there was work...?" She asks softly, canting her head and flicking her ears. "Though not many details about it. Would you care to exposit, or...?"<br> <br>"I heard there was a cry for help for freeswords?" Sara asks as she walks into the guild and looks around, her crimson gaze soon falling over Claud anlook<br> <br>Thelergramor walks through the rain; preferring the storm to a clear night. The wolf, if he indeed currently a wolf, as his tail pokes out under his coat seems to be scaled, currently/ The rest of his body is covered, chainmail, scarf, plague mask and hat. Scarf wrapped completely around his face under the mask. Doesn't look heavily armed; only obvious weapons are the dagger at his belt and the blades worn on his left wrist. Arriving with the group, he speaks to Claud. "What's the problem?"<br> <br>The nurse shark stands nearby, not really caring about the rain. To her, it is just a natural, comfortable part of her life, and her clothing protects her well from it. She's unable to use her chalkboard because of the rain, though she can keep short messages on it for a short period of time and writes <Need help?> on it, showing it to the ocelot.<br> <br>"I heard there was a cry for help for freeswords?" Sara asks as she walks into the guild and looks around, her crimson gaze soon falling over Claud and the crowd he had gathered. Her own voice meshing with the others in asking, "Excuse me, are you the one that requested assistance? What is it that you need?" she asks the mole as she nears the man in question.<br> <br>Rokarion follows the group, while wearing their usual heavy cloak to protect from the rain, but keeping the hood at the back, after all what kind of plant does not like some rain? Rokarion looks at the ocelot, his jasmine scent wafting around the area, before asking in his usual clan and polite tone, "May I ask what exactly is the service you require good sir?"<br> <br>Claud takes a deep breath before looking over the group that has shown up. He recognizes... None of them. But it didn't matter. "That's the problem," he says to Fenris before straightening up and looking over the others. "I'll explain more as we go. The short of it? My brother is in danger, and I couldn't help him alone," he pauses for another moment to catch his breath. "Near the pass. If any of you can help, please. You will be rewarded as best as we are able to manage!" He doesn't wait any longer and turns off at a brisk jog, slowing only to see if people were going to follow.<br> <br>Fenris nods and hops lightly back atop his golem, setting off after Claud at a lumbering trot. "I'm right behind you," he calls.<br> <br>The nurse shark follows, having some difficulty keeping with his pace, but otherwise wanting to help. At the very least she would be able to help with serious flooding if that occured.<br> <br>Thelergramor follows after the ocelot; not needing any other information. "Right. Let's go then." Probably unwise; acting without thinking doesn't tend to go well for the basilisk. He nods to Fenris; glad to actually see he isn't dead, as opposed to hearing it before checking that his concealed crossbow was loaded; it is.<br> <br>After reaching behind her cloak, and pulling a pulling a dragon-headed pistol from inside and checking it over Sara states, "Well, I'll be there to assist as best as I am able." before dropping her arm back to her side, and finishing with "Just point the way."<br> <br>Ranawhin nods, as well, and starts moving to match the ocelot's pace. She doesn't seem bothered by the rain too much - it slicks off of her fur, and runs down the treated leather of her coat. "Any details you can share, along the way...?"<br> <br>Rokarion just follows the group, looks like he will be going on minimum information. It seems that the heavy cloak covering his whole body is designed not to impede movement if his fast foot steps are any indication.<br> <br>As promised, Claud does his best to explain once they're on the move and running through the forest outside of the city. The canopy catches a lot of the rain, but it still drips through the leaves and down to the group below. "We were continuing our pursuit of a criminal that has managed to elude us for a considerable time," he explains, trying to go into more detail for those that were not up to date on the previous dealings. "We were chasing a lead when we got waylaid by her second in command. Big lion guy. Geoff sent me to fetch aid while he held him back, but I do not know how long he'll manage it." The travel is progressing quickly, with little to stand in their way just yet. It is still quite a walk to get to their destination, though.<br> <br>The nurse shark follows. Cirra can't exactly respond, though she makes mental notes on the things she knows: dangerous criminal, elusive, and has some form of group. She prepares a few mathemagics mentally, not sure what to expect.<br> <br>Thelergramor manages to keep up with the ocelot; not difficult, considering he was letting them follow him. "So, what? Kill the lion? Easy." Trying to sound less concerned about his mortality than he actually is.<br> <br>"So how many people are we going up against? Is it just the lion?" Sara asks along the way, occasionally stopping the line to pant as she tries to keep up with the group. "Though I'm also curious, are you going to try to get this guy back alive?" sparing Thelergramor a quick glance as she asks, though meaning it for Claud.<br> <br>"Alive is always harder than dead." Ranawhin comments absently, the fox keeping up well enough. Even if her footfalls aren't the lightest in the group, she's obviously used to exertion. "S'why they tend to pay more - both more useful, and that fact is recognized."<br> <br>Rokarion remains the silent throught the whole trip, just kepeing mental notes on everything that i being discussed, having nothing to add himself. The young Jasmine just follows the ocelot with a light step, wondering why did they not bring a faster source of transportation with them. Surely they could have gotten of it, before reaching any area of danger.<br> <br>Fenris sits easily in the saddle on his big mole golem. "Longtail, right?" he asks Claud, not at all winded, since his golem is doing all the work, "The lion is Reinhart Longtail. He's gotten pretty famous as a mercenary. Pretty mean with that hammer of his." The tiny liger is ready for action!<br> <br>As the group draws nearer and nearer to the pass, the trees start to thin out and the rain seems to lighten up a little. Still less then pleasant conditions for a fight, though. "Alive... Would be best," Claud says, "Though protecting yourselves and my brother is the priority. If you must kill him to do that, so be it." There's a distant rumble of thunder as the storm moves off towards the horizon, and a closer rumble of something that's definitely -not- thunder, followed by a loud crack. |
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| + | The group manages to clear the tree line and into a little clearing, and the source is almost instantly visible. The battlefield is mired in mud, too much of it to be natural from the rain, and in the middle of it are two heavily armoured figures. The lion in his regal plate doesn't seem to be faring too poorly, but the other is clearly on his last legs. Fenris might recognize the plate, but the ocelot wasn't in it. Instead, there was a phoenix, and from the scorch marks on the dampened grass around the area, it seems he's already had to rely on his sacred family boon. In the back, seemingly minding their own business, was a group of four robed figures. "Aha! Seems like the cavalry has arrived!" Bellows the lion as he slams his large hammer into the phoenix's shield, sending him down into the mud again. "And not a small bunch, either!"<br> <br>"Reinhart!" Fenris calls amiably, "I thought you would be taller!" The tiny feline urges his golem forward, using a push of earth magic to solidify the ground as he goes. Even if he is only a distraction for the Lion, it might help Geoff out of the trouble he is in. Those robed figures look like they could be trouble too.<br> <br>Cirra herself is confused what is going on in the fight, but assumes since lion was mentioned as the fighter, then that is who she should target. Her own directions with the soil is not to make it more solid, but less so, using the ambient water in the air to make her own path a little more fluid. She prepares her staff in anticipation of trading blows.<br> <br>As Thelergramor steps into the clearing, the basilisk sets his sight upon the Lion and the robed figures; attempting to slow them with his petrifying gaze. No words, as he pulls his parrying dagger into his right hand and glares at the hostiles.<br> <br>As the sounds of fighting come closer, Sara begins to turn away from the main group and venture further into the heavy forest, making her way around area, and into what could only be called a pincer movement. Once close enough, and the lion firmly in her gaze, the lizard woman drops to her knee and returns the pistol to the weapon belt underneath her cloak and replaces it with the musket, and waits underneath some of the undergrowth in silence.<br> <br>Ranawhin draws her blades, as the two combatents - and extras - come into view. A clean-cut, long dagger inscribed with violet-gleaming math, details ruined by the rain, and a longer, serrated one limmed in venomous green sigils. She pads carefully through the mud, amber gaze piercing the gloom to study their obvious foe and his hangers on. "This could get interesting." She notes absently, her gaze flicking over the opponents, probing for weaknesses. She doesn't leap in, quite yet, but gathering energy for an assault. She flips the knife into a reverse grip, and makes sure her buckler is at the ready on that arm.<br> <br>Upon reaching the clearin, Rokarion immediately stops. He takes a good look at the battlefield, before taking out a musket from under his cloak, it looks to be a bit shoddy signifying that he had no weapons or that was not his main form of combat. Rokarion checks the musket ensuring it is ready to fire, before looking at an area near him, there with a flick of his arm and some equations done in his mind the droplets of rain falling on that area start concentrating mid air. The mudied water in three or four of the nearby puddles also seems to move towards the center of the reaction. Soon enough a sphereical globe of mudied water is formed. The water elemental simply stays there waiting for its master's command, while Rokarion surveys the battlefield and waits for the moment to start acting.<br> <br>Reinhart sets a heavy paw down atop Geoff's chest, and props the hammer up on his shoulder, ready to drop it on the pheonix's head, should he be provoked. He feels himself become a little more sluggish, but simply narrows his eyes and parts his muzzle in a wide grin. "Well, well! I'd say I'm much taller than you, little friend!" He call in retort to Fenris. "I do love a fight, but there's so many of you... That'd hardly be fair, now would it?" He looks down at the beaten cat-bird and scoffs. "So... You've come to save the fellow. I'm impressed you made it here fast enough! He put up quite a fight, though I think it has run out." A groan from Geoff causes Claud to bristle, taking up a position near the Freesword group with his spear at the ready. "I'll tell you what," the lion says. "I'll spare the drowned bird and fight you lot under one condition. No magic. If I catch any of you using magic," he pauses to gesture back to the four in the back. "My lovely mage friends here will jump in on you, as well. Or you could refuse now, and the same will happen. And I'll snuff out this one's life. So... What say you?"<br> <br>Fenris stands atop his golem, still trundling forward through the mud. "Sure thing, Reinhart!" the little liger says with a smile, "I will fight you alone if you like. Just let the birdie go." The feline discreetly swaps out his soul gems for something a little more suited for hand to hand combat. "Assuming of course, that you will abide by the same rules?" he continues with a smile, "No magic?" The challenge is obviously ridiculous! Such a tiny combatant couldn't possibly stand a chance! Right?<br> <br>Cirra doesn't trust her opponent to not use magic, but thankfully, She has enough mundane skill that she can at least support her allies against this beast. She begisn to Study the battlefield, hoping she can get some manner of usefull knowledge she can pass on to the others.<br> <br>Thelergramor removes his hat, tosses it to the side; revealing his basilisk crest, then takes off his mask, lets it hang on his chest. "No magic? Sure. How about, no weapons too? Make it interesting..." The lizard laughs, sheathing his dagger and removing the wristblades from his arm, just drops the whole bracer to the ground. "Or, I could just butcher you, and your mage friends. They don't look tough. Neither do you. You scrawny shit." A lie, that's a big fucking lion, before stepping up next to Fenris. "This little guy could kill you with a tickle." Big talker.<br> <br>Still silent and hopefully ultimately unseen, Sara draws a bead on one of the giant lion's legs, notably the joint, holds her breath, and answers the Lion's request by pulling the trigger, firing off the shot in an attempt at dissabling the man.<br> <br>Lucasiel says, "OOC Hard mode engaged."<br> <br>Lucasiel says, "OOC Oops."<br> <br>Lucasiel says, "quit"<br> <br>Ranawhin takes a deep breath, readying herself for a challenging fight - and then that gunshot rings out, a surprise to her, at least, if no one else. And she darts in, pushing herself, to try and use the still damp mud to slide into place with her shield. It'll probably hurt her arm - and something fierce - to catch a blow like that on her buckler, even braced with both arms, but... | ||
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Claud leans against his spear, catching his breath as he waits for people to, hopefully heed his call. Time was certainly of the essence in such a thing, and while his request was vague... He hoped that wouldn't kill his chances. Who knew who much time he had left? He seems heedless of the rain, doing his best to catch his breath before he's forced to make the run back.
Fenris comes swaying up on the back of a waddling stone Mole! "Claud?" the tiny liger asks, "Where is your brother?" He hops down from his golem mount. "You said it was urgent?" he prompts.
Ranawhin lingers at the edge of the gathering area, looking over Claud and Fenris both. One hand rests on the hilt of her sword, and the other absently smooths at the heavy weight of her jacket. "I heard there was work...?" She asks softly, canting her head and flicking her ears. "Though not many details about it. Would you care to exposit, or...?"
"I heard there was a cry for help for freeswords?" Sara asks as she walks into the guild and looks around, her crimson gaze soon falling over Claud anlook
Thelergramor walks through the rain; preferring the storm to a clear night. The wolf, if he indeed currently a wolf, as his tail pokes out under his coat seems to be scaled, currently/ The rest of his body is covered, chainmail, scarf, plague mask and hat. Scarf wrapped completely around his face under the mask. Doesn't look heavily armed; only obvious weapons are the dagger at his belt and the blades worn on his left wrist. Arriving with the group, he speaks to Claud. "What's the problem?"
The nurse shark stands nearby, not really caring about the rain. To her, it is just a natural, comfortable part of her life, and her clothing protects her well from it. She's unable to use her chalkboard because of the rain, though she can keep short messages on it for a short period of time and writes <Need help?> on it, showing it to the ocelot.
"I heard there was a cry for help for freeswords?" Sara asks as she walks into the guild and looks around, her crimson gaze soon falling over Claud and the crowd he had gathered. Her own voice meshing with the others in asking, "Excuse me, are you the one that requested assistance? What is it that you need?" she asks the mole as she nears the man in question.
Rokarion follows the group, while wearing their usual heavy cloak to protect from the rain, but keeping the hood at the back, after all what kind of plant does not like some rain? Rokarion looks at the ocelot, his jasmine scent wafting around the area, before asking in his usual clan and polite tone, "May I ask what exactly is the service you require good sir?"
Claud takes a deep breath before looking over the group that has shown up. He recognizes... None of them. But it didn't matter. "That's the problem," he says to Fenris before straightening up and looking over the others. "I'll explain more as we go. The short of it? My brother is in danger, and I couldn't help him alone," he pauses for another moment to catch his breath. "Near the pass. If any of you can help, please. You will be rewarded as best as we are able to manage!" He doesn't wait any longer and turns off at a brisk jog, slowing only to see if people were going to follow.
Fenris nods and hops lightly back atop his golem, setting off after Claud at a lumbering trot. "I'm right behind you," he calls.
The nurse shark follows, having some difficulty keeping with his pace, but otherwise wanting to help. At the very least she would be able to help with serious flooding if that occured.
Thelergramor follows after the ocelot; not needing any other information. "Right. Let's go then." Probably unwise; acting without thinking doesn't tend to go well for the basilisk. He nods to Fenris; glad to actually see he isn't dead, as opposed to hearing it before checking that his concealed crossbow was loaded; it is.
After reaching behind her cloak, and pulling a pulling a dragon-headed pistol from inside and checking it over Sara states, "Well, I'll be there to assist as best as I am able." before dropping her arm back to her side, and finishing with "Just point the way."
Ranawhin nods, as well, and starts moving to match the ocelot's pace. She doesn't seem bothered by the rain too much - it slicks off of her fur, and runs down the treated leather of her coat. "Any details you can share, along the way...?"
Rokarion just follows the group, looks like he will be going on minimum information. It seems that the heavy cloak covering his whole body is designed not to impede movement if his fast foot steps are any indication.
As promised, Claud does his best to explain once they're on the move and running through the forest outside of the city. The canopy catches a lot of the rain, but it still drips through the leaves and down to the group below. "We were continuing our pursuit of a criminal that has managed to elude us for a considerable time," he explains, trying to go into more detail for those that were not up to date on the previous dealings. "We were chasing a lead when we got waylaid by her second in command. Big lion guy. Geoff sent me to fetch aid while he held him back, but I do not know how long he'll manage it." The travel is progressing quickly, with little to stand in their way just yet. It is still quite a walk to get to their destination, though.
The nurse shark follows. Cirra can't exactly respond, though she makes mental notes on the things she knows: dangerous criminal, elusive, and has some form of group. She prepares a few mathemagics mentally, not sure what to expect.
Thelergramor manages to keep up with the ocelot; not difficult, considering he was letting them follow him. "So, what? Kill the lion? Easy." Trying to sound less concerned about his mortality than he actually is.
"So how many people are we going up against? Is it just the lion?" Sara asks along the way, occasionally stopping the line to pant as she tries to keep up with the group. "Though I'm also curious, are you going to try to get this guy back alive?" sparing Thelergramor a quick glance as she asks, though meaning it for Claud.
"Alive is always harder than dead." Ranawhin comments absently, the fox keeping up well enough. Even if her footfalls aren't the lightest in the group, she's obviously used to exertion. "S'why they tend to pay more - both more useful, and that fact is recognized."
Rokarion remains the silent throught the whole trip, just kepeing mental notes on everything that i being discussed, having nothing to add himself. The young Jasmine just follows the ocelot with a light step, wondering why did they not bring a faster source of transportation with them. Surely they could have gotten of it, before reaching any area of danger.
Fenris sits easily in the saddle on his big mole golem. "Longtail, right?" he asks Claud, not at all winded, since his golem is doing all the work, "The lion is Reinhart Longtail. He's gotten pretty famous as a mercenary. Pretty mean with that hammer of his." The tiny liger is ready for action!
As the group draws nearer and nearer to the pass, the trees start to thin out and the rain seems to lighten up a little. Still less then pleasant conditions for a fight, though. "Alive... Would be best," Claud says, "Though protecting yourselves and my brother is the priority. If you must kill him to do that, so be it." There's a distant rumble of thunder as the storm moves off towards the horizon, and a closer rumble of something that's definitely -not- thunder, followed by a loud crack.
The group manages to clear the tree line and into a little clearing, and the source is almost instantly visible. The battlefield is mired in mud, too much of it to be natural from the rain, and in the middle of it are two heavily armoured figures. The lion in his regal plate doesn't seem to be faring too poorly, but the other is clearly on his last legs. Fenris might recognize the plate, but the ocelot wasn't in it. Instead, there was a phoenix, and from the scorch marks on the dampened grass around the area, it seems he's already had to rely on his sacred family boon. In the back, seemingly minding their own business, was a group of four robed figures. "Aha! Seems like the cavalry has arrived!" Bellows the lion as he slams his large hammer into the phoenix's shield, sending him down into the mud again. "And not a small bunch, either!"
"Reinhart!" Fenris calls amiably, "I thought you would be taller!" The tiny feline urges his golem forward, using a push of earth magic to solidify the ground as he goes. Even if he is only a distraction for the Lion, it might help Geoff out of the trouble he is in. Those robed figures look like they could be trouble too.
Cirra herself is confused what is going on in the fight, but assumes since lion was mentioned as the fighter, then that is who she should target. Her own directions with the soil is not to make it more solid, but less so, using the ambient water in the air to make her own path a little more fluid. She prepares her staff in anticipation of trading blows.
As Thelergramor steps into the clearing, the basilisk sets his sight upon the Lion and the robed figures; attempting to slow them with his petrifying gaze. No words, as he pulls his parrying dagger into his right hand and glares at the hostiles.
As the sounds of fighting come closer, Sara begins to turn away from the main group and venture further into the heavy forest, making her way around area, and into what could only be called a pincer movement. Once close enough, and the lion firmly in her gaze, the lizard woman drops to her knee and returns the pistol to the weapon belt underneath her cloak and replaces it with the musket, and waits underneath some of the undergrowth in silence.
Ranawhin draws her blades, as the two combatents - and extras - come into view. A clean-cut, long dagger inscribed with violet-gleaming math, details ruined by the rain, and a longer, serrated one limmed in venomous green sigils. She pads carefully through the mud, amber gaze piercing the gloom to study their obvious foe and his hangers on. "This could get interesting." She notes absently, her gaze flicking over the opponents, probing for weaknesses. She doesn't leap in, quite yet, but gathering energy for an assault. She flips the knife into a reverse grip, and makes sure her buckler is at the ready on that arm.
Upon reaching the clearin, Rokarion immediately stops. He takes a good look at the battlefield, before taking out a musket from under his cloak, it looks to be a bit shoddy signifying that he had no weapons or that was not his main form of combat. Rokarion checks the musket ensuring it is ready to fire, before looking at an area near him, there with a flick of his arm and some equations done in his mind the droplets of rain falling on that area start concentrating mid air. The mudied water in three or four of the nearby puddles also seems to move towards the center of the reaction. Soon enough a sphereical globe of mudied water is formed. The water elemental simply stays there waiting for its master's command, while Rokarion surveys the battlefield and waits for the moment to start acting.
Reinhart sets a heavy paw down atop Geoff's chest, and props the hammer up on his shoulder, ready to drop it on the pheonix's head, should he be provoked. He feels himself become a little more sluggish, but simply narrows his eyes and parts his muzzle in a wide grin. "Well, well! I'd say I'm much taller than you, little friend!" He call in retort to Fenris. "I do love a fight, but there's so many of you... That'd hardly be fair, now would it?" He looks down at the beaten cat-bird and scoffs. "So... You've come to save the fellow. I'm impressed you made it here fast enough! He put up quite a fight, though I think it has run out." A groan from Geoff causes Claud to bristle, taking up a position near the Freesword group with his spear at the ready. "I'll tell you what," the lion says. "I'll spare the drowned bird and fight you lot under one condition. No magic. If I catch any of you using magic," he pauses to gesture back to the four in the back. "My lovely mage friends here will jump in on you, as well. Or you could refuse now, and the same will happen. And I'll snuff out this one's life. So... What say you?"
Fenris stands atop his golem, still trundling forward through the mud. "Sure thing, Reinhart!" the little liger says with a smile, "I will fight you alone if you like. Just let the birdie go." The feline discreetly swaps out his soul gems for something a little more suited for hand to hand combat. "Assuming of course, that you will abide by the same rules?" he continues with a smile, "No magic?" The challenge is obviously ridiculous! Such a tiny combatant couldn't possibly stand a chance! Right?
Cirra doesn't trust her opponent to not use magic, but thankfully, She has enough mundane skill that she can at least support her allies against this beast. She begisn to Study the battlefield, hoping she can get some manner of usefull knowledge she can pass on to the others.
Thelergramor removes his hat, tosses it to the side; revealing his basilisk crest, then takes off his mask, lets it hang on his chest. "No magic? Sure. How about, no weapons too? Make it interesting..." The lizard laughs, sheathing his dagger and removing the wristblades from his arm, just drops the whole bracer to the ground. "Or, I could just butcher you, and your mage friends. They don't look tough. Neither do you. You scrawny shit." A lie, that's a big fucking lion, before stepping up next to Fenris. "This little guy could kill you with a tickle." Big talker.
Still silent and hopefully ultimately unseen, Sara draws a bead on one of the giant lion's legs, notably the joint, holds her breath, and answers the Lion's request by pulling the trigger, firing off the shot in an attempt at dissabling the man.
Lucasiel says, "OOC Hard mode engaged."
Lucasiel says, "OOC Oops."
Lucasiel says, "quit"
Ranawhin takes a deep breath, readying herself for a challenging fight - and then that gunshot rings out, a surprise to her, at least, if no one else. And she darts in, pushing herself, to try and use the still damp mud to slide into place with her shield. It'll probably hurt her arm - and something fierce - to catch a blow like that on her buckler, even braced with both arms, but...
