Stopping Shadow War II - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
3/9/477
Log
A raining evening, perhaps not the best time to do this, but Jessica was less than happy about the information she had. Looking over to Jeremy, she shakes her head, "Can you believe what they sent back!? Really. Non-interferance agreements my skunk ass!" She is practically steaming! Jeremy shakes her head back, "I'm not sure what you expected really, but it was a good try." She says back. A bolt of lightning, a clap of thunder as they wait just outside the Blackback Manor, just out of the rain.
Thelergramor walks up to the Blackback manor, yawning. The rain means nothing to Thel, nor does the lightning. Calming, compared to the clear nights with their dreadful silence. The wolf has no idea what the Blackback is talking about; remains silent. Glances around for others, trying to remember why he is here...
Up and along the way, Kalt slowly plods along. Her leather jacket cinched shut and a wide brimmed farmer's hat perched atop her head to keep the rain out of her eyes. "I ain't one against knockin' shadows round, an' keepin' things right an' orderly now, but m'figurin' this weather ain't gonna be offerin' much of a help on it all an' such." The Vixen's tail flicking as she looks over the blackbacks, before glancing for a moment at Thelergramor as she awaits the others.
Amelia calmly and quietly makes her way to the manor, the hood of her white robe pulled up to keep the rain off of her face, and her hands linked at the sleeves. "So. What is this all about, then?" Comes her murmured question, spoken just loud enough to be heard over the rain. "Not the best night for a stroll outside, I would say."
Siyu is dressed in slightly heavier armor. He is still wearing leather, though the rodent has added a breastplate and a winged helmet to his armor. It's all dull though, like it's been caked in mud or laquered. Not glint or clink comes from him. Even in the rain he stands stock still, watching as people assemble and talk amoung themselves. Oilskin pouches adorn all along his legs and at his backside. Medicines, herbs, bandages, sutchers. The medic holding onto some fine weapons too, but primarly focused on keeping people alive. The armed and armored rodent just sizes up those that showed up.
Allista Anderson makes her way along the path towards the Blackback Manor, wearing a grin and a swagger. She has traded her normal business clothes for heavier, padded leather versions of the same, her goggles are resting on her forehead, and both arms are encased in her battle Graspers. Rain hisses as it patters off of Khara'thul, Allista's hulking defense golem - the construct is following close behind the coyote, carrying an umbrella over her. She gives the assembling group a short nod as she reaches them.
Rokarion joins up the others outside the Blackback manor. He is wearing his usual heavy cloak to protect his body from the rain, but keeping the hood back to allow the rain droplets to shower his blossom of a hair. He stops when he gets near the group, wafting his jasmine fragrance around him, before looking at the Blackpack, and speaking in his usual calm and polite tone, "Unfortunate that the Creator's did not hear our plea. I apologize if the message I sent was not convincing or polite enough for them to properly answer our problem with due diligence. However, I still hope that we will not be forced to take extreme measures to avert this group of shadows' threat."
Hartford stands at attention, his oversized Halberd dripping a steady plink plink plink onto his heavy armor and the rain dripping along his fine antlers. The big, skunk striped deer might easily be mistaken for a statue if it weren't for the occasional puff of steaming breath from his broad nostrils. The big deer's overly long, striped tail does not even flick as he awaits his orders. Big guy is in his element today! Getting bossed around is his forte!
Ryusho makes his way up, though he had just heard that things were going on, not completely the reason why, as he was currious considering the fact that he had helped in composing the request message. All the while though he hears the conversation while he arrives as he blinks slowly "Refusing for..interference reasons? ISn't them just -letting us know- that they exist, and doing things related to us interference? That sounds a bit hypocritical..I think is the right word.." he mumbles to himself.
With a sigh, Jessica shakes her head, "I disagree as well with 'It isn't our place to interfear with the natural occuring balance.'" She says, swinging a pike over her shoulder as well, "We are hoping that we can just talk it all out, get these shadows to join with Jeremy's clan. The trip isn't going to be as easy this time, Razor Grass grows very wild this time of season." She says, Jeremy simply nodding along, "So, do we have any questions before we get going? I won't fault anyone wishing to stay behind." She says.
"Screw the creators. We don't need their help. Never will." Thelergramor snorts, shrugging before he checks his wet musket. Dry enough to fire, probably. Re-slings it over his back; pulls his scarf over the plague mask he's wearing. Thel glances at the others; readies himself for assault from someone nearby. "No questions from me, no." The wolf yawns, keeps watching the others.
"No, Lady Blackback," Hartford says, saluting sharply and remaining at attention, "Ready on your command." The big deer does wonder a little what all this is about, but it wasn't his place to ask. He was on duty and Lady Jessica was the boss. The chain of command made things so much simpler!
Siyu looks around at the group, "A relavent question...would be if anyone is a shadow souled...or can speak their language...also if anyone has managed to find Robert's Champion of Light amoung us? That would be rather apt for our purpose..."
"Thel, you keep remindin' me 'bout why you ain't never gonna go an' be allowed to converse with'em." Kalt sighing at the vocal wolf as she shakes her head and shrugs. "Ah well, just go tellin' where to hit, an' I'll go clearin' it up. Thel, you ain't gonna go gettin' yourself killed or possessed, so be thinkin' before you go actin'."
Ryusho hums softly, "No questions, though I don't know if I would be one of the ones who whould head along thinking about it, as I was involved when we were actually directly fighting the shadows..so I may have experience, but I may also in some ways be recognised." he says after a bit, even though he adjusts the large pack he keeps over his shoulders so he can easily preform field repairs and the like for others if he does get the okay to come along
Rokarion look around, "I kind of agree with that point, but have the Creator ever directly interfered with open conflict between the people on Promise?" Rokarion then thinks for a moment before answering, "Yes, I am capable of speaking the tongue of the shadows. If it is needed I can translate for us. But I am asusming Miss Jeremy too can speak with the shadows."
