Hive Destruction - RPLOG
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Date
18/10/476
Log
A fine day in the swamps, or at least, as fine as things can get out here. At least the colder weather as has ended has dealt the usual muggy atmosphere a blow, although whether cold, muddy water is more preferable is up oneself. Transports have arrived to bring folk from the city to the Swamp, stopping at its edges before the ground turns soft and forcing those who arrive to walk out all the way to the coastal town where everyone's to gather.
Most of the swamp folk are going about their own business just fine, but a slender horned snake dressed in the uniform of the Crown's ranger service is waiting near the entrance - plus a few other accessories, most notably the veil and other articles of clothing that make him resemble a beekeeper quite strongly.
Eleni makes her way through the swamp quietly, perhaps kicking a mudscuttler off of a boardwalk unrepentantly as she does. The officials are greeted with a glaringly casual wave despite her attire and an amused once-over of the 'unique' clothing. "Sure got yaself all dressed up for this, didn't ya? So ya called for beings ta come along here for the Krick problem, yeah? Figure I could use a distraction."
The swamp again. The Iguana has chosen to be in his dragon form once more, as it will be able to keep the natural elements away and let him function without difficulty. He had fashioned one of those masks with the help of one of the swamp dwellers since the last time he was there and he is wearing it during the journey. It is the only thing he is wearing besides a loincloth, intending to keep himself as unrestricted as possible, if at all possible. His body is notably hardened a bit, glistening with some oils since the last time he was there. He is the second to arrive and he looks at the snake with some bewilderment, "Will that outfit help with the dangers that are being expected?"
More problems with Kricks? Well then, look like it's time for a certain fox to try once again to defeat these things...but this time he was ready. Angus, had decided to forgo his usual equipment in lay of a thick cotton undershirt underneath Leather armor. A hood attached to help him ever so slightly as he carried his usual assortment of equipment when he didn't feel like using his Rapier. This time, he had doubled the amount of gunpowder he was carrying, wanting to blow up these Kricks one and for good as he walks up to the Snake and gives a slight salute. "Good afternoon, and how can we help?"
This being her first time in the swamps, Angel wasn't sure what to bring or to wear, so she decides on her old lether armor, unders and such, which leave her middle slightly exposed. She doesn't think much of the Dragon, nor the female fox, but does notice Angus, moving over to him. "Kricks humm?" She asks looking to the fox and then over to the snake.
The snake shrugs at Mazurek's comment and Eleni's lackadaisical demanour. "More than you know. The veil keeps them off my face, at least - it's hard to do any sort of extermination when one's flailing at keeping kricks away from your eyes. In any case...my name's Francis, and my job, as it were, is what it says on the tin: to monitor and exterminate kricks for the benefit of everyone who lives out here, especially during years where the stranglevines don't trap and eat enough of the damnable bugs. The locals don't want to get bitten and bled any more than they already usually are, whcih is why I have a job - and now you do, too.
He passes out bundles of citrus-smelling incense. "We'll be going out into the swamp in a bit, smoke out a number of the recently-spotted hive clusters, then blow them up with gunpowder while they're stills tunned. Best way to deal with them. If you need anything a'fore we set off, you can likely get it in town."
Eleni chuckles quietly and nods, waving to Angus. "Well, ain't it a surprise ta see you out here too? Hope ya aren't plannin' ta pull any stunts like you did at the beach, hmm?" She replies, taking her share of the incense sticks and pulling her helmet on.
Mazurek tips a non-existant hat toward Angel when he notes her looking his way, however briefly. The stuff that is handed to the group is taken and stashed into a pouch at one hip, hung over a strap and such, "Greetings, Angel. It has been a while." The dragon's voice is familiar, being the same as the griffon she would know. Looks like someone is ready to go.
Angus takes the offered Incense, keeping it close to him as he nods. "Well, I think I have enough gunpowder on me to make them go boom eh?" He jokes, but Eleni's words catch his attention and he nods. "Angel, you might want to cover up more. Those nasty little suckers have a painful bite." Luckily the fox did manage to bring his cloak, just in case he needed it. And he offered it to her to help guard her just a little.
Angel takes some of the incense as well and looks to Angus, "Ok My Lord, umm.. ok." she says, taking the cloak and trying to wrap it around her middle. She takes out her old assassn's mask and head cover. With the addition of the cloak, she is now fully covered except for a slit in the mask for her eyes. "A nasty bite... and... I guess I should introduce myself, Mazurek, we have meet, hello vixen, I am Angel." she says.
No one wants anything extra? Well, if that's the way they want it..."I'll be carrying the powder, then," Francis says. "Don't want to walk all the way out and have someone fall into the swamp. Stick close, now."
The journey out from Scraggly Root is largely uneventful, the group passing by palm groves as they travel along the boardwalks to the familiar mangrove island. Once past the monolith, though, the boardwalks end and the true swamp begins. Forced off firm footing, the group is forced to putter over soft, sucking silt, the ranger easily making his way about the numerous pointed breathing roots that poke out from the ground. There's a faint sweet scent to the air, which grows only stronger as everyone proceeds deeper, daylight fading into darkness with shafts of light here and there which peer through the canopy.
Eleni looks back to the wolf for a few moments, the addition of her helmet making it significantly harder to tell what she's thinking before she leans in and murmurs something to her, punctuating the end of her comment with gauntleted pat on the back before offering the same hand to the woman. "Eleni." She replies with a chuckle, leaning back to nudge the fox and murmuring just loud enough to be heard; "I think I like this one. Callin' ya 'lord all formal-like..."
In the swamp, one would question the wisdom of wearing heavy armor - but then again, she doesn't seem to be too bothered by the extra effort of pulling herself through the stuff.
The lack of anything at all in the way of footwear, or even armor in general, helps keep the dragon from being bogged down...literally. He has the height advantage of the group here, though if the flora got in the way too much it could definitely be seen ad a disadvantage. He didn't ask for anything from the snake before they began their journey, for he doesn't believe he needed anything. He's covered when it comes to the deady swamp gas... The night time air has him looking upward to gaze at the light shining down through the trees at various intervals. If it is required he does help with pulling someone out of the murk from time to time. He even snakes his tail back for the shorter folks to grasp should they need to.
Angus follows close behind the snake....which happens to be a bad idea as he gets entangled in a few of the roots, smacked in the face at least once by a hanging branch, and he nearly fell into the muck to... Luckily, he still manged to keep his precious powder dry! "Worst....trip....ever..." He mutters, already feeling like they have gone a mile as he continues on.
