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| − | <div></div> | + | <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! |
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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!
