The Madness of Ryusho - RPLOG
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Date
14/8/477
Log
A nervous looking basset hound wearing a guard uniform stands on the path toward Firebough beside a medium sized wagon loaded with a few standard food shipments. His eyes dart around as if he is expecting trouble, without knowing where it will come from. "Better get here soon," he mutters to himself.
Thelergramor heads up the path towards the nervous guard; head low, hat tilted to block any light that might get into his mask. Slow movement, hands in pockets. Body laguange suggests a probable hangover. The wolf has his full assortment of weapons and equipment, including his traps. Stepping up to the guard and speaking: "...You the one expecting freeswords?"
Angus hums to himself as he moves to where they are supposed to meet. The fox seemed to be in a good mood, a slight smile forming on his muzzle as his arms were drapped over the carbine resting on his shoulders as his Golem Mister followed close behind. He steps up beside Thele, looking between him and the Basset hound before he nods. "You called for our help then?"
Making his way down the mountain pass, comes Aiden. Forgoing his usual sweater and city clothing, instead of a thin leather jacket and a white shirt below it to join the large satchel on each side of him. A strange looking sword is strapped across his back, most likely taken in his own worry for self defense. A slight panting rising from him as he jogs his way up before waving to the group. "A-Ah... Hello. G-Got here as fast as I could." Dipping his head to them all, before pulling a canteen out to begin guzzling down that sweet, delicious, water.
Lucasiel had taken her steed for most of the trip to the group, but out of respect for those with more sensitive tastes, and for her reputation, the panther dismounts a fair distance away to cover the rest on foot. She arrives fairly quickly, regardless, the heavy axe propped up on her shoulder as she raises a pair of finger to her helmet in salute. "Good afternoon. I am here to help as I am able."
Rainer follows shortly behind Angus, with a stick. A stick with with he constantly pokes in the general direction of Mister Fox, though he always stops short of actually touching the mechanical contraption. When they come upon the gathering forming around the hound and his wagon o' goodies, though, he casts the withered branch away and straightens up, folding his arms behind his head and brandishes a toothy smile at all and sundry.
The basset hound clears his throat loudly, still obviously worried. "This everyone?" he asks, eyes flickering over the gathered freeswords doubtfully. "Listen," he says, "I don't want to stay out here any longer than I have to." He points to the wagon and team. "You are going to ride off in this thing down the trail toward Firebough," he explains, "Something has been attacking wagons traveling this way. Folks are saying it's some kind of dragon, but not one of the boneys out of the flats." He clears his throat and looks around warily. "I'd say just kill it when it finds you, if you can," he says gruffly, "But a bunch of the eggheads at the academy have offered good money if you bring it in alive." The hound looks over the other beings. "Any questions?" he asks.
Thelergramor shakes his head, grumbles something about it being too bright. It's cloudy...The wolf proceeds to get into the wagon, after looking to Angus, Aiden, Rainer and Lucasiel and mumbling: "...Hello." Yeah, doesn't sound happy.
Aiden tucks his tail slightly at that news, moving to follow with them into the wagon as he clears his throat. "Now now uhm... The Academy has it's reasons I'm certain. You uh, wouldn't happen to have more to the plan than this would you by chance?" His eyes darting amongst the group members, he was almost fully certain he'd not have to go -anywhere- near the trouble! Given their armor, and weapons... Yes, he should just be able to safely stand back and throw spells. This line of thought helping him to relax slightly.
Each time Rainer gets close to Mister with the stick the Golem stops, turning to glare at the Wolf before he continues to follow his master. Angus nods a bit as he chuckles. "A dragon you say? Well then that will make this intresting I guess." He states as he eyes Thele, before he turns to Rainer when he drops the stick. "....Just for that, Mister is sitting in your lap while we ride in the wagon."
Lucasiel glances over at Rainer and Mister with a little snort before nodding at Thel and Aiden. "Hello, you two. Yes, I'll help. Point me at it, and I'll see what I can do." She glances over towards the wagon before moving off in that direction, plate rattling as she goes to get herself situated.
"There are still dragons that aren't the pile-of-bones kind?" Rainer wonders aloud eyes cast to the sky, as if he expected that merely invoking them might cause them to all come flying in. "I mean, besides the people that are also dragons. Who could also be fond of attacking carts, I guess, but probably wouldn't be particularly interesting to the Academy folks." He hangs back, while everyone piles into the cart, fixing Angus with a playful smirk. "What if I decide to walk, eh? Didn't think of that, didja!" Jumpcut to a weary Rainer stumbling alongside the rolling wagon with the golem riding him piggyback. Maybe? We'll see how it goes.
"The thing has attacked every wagon that has passed this way carrying food or passengers," the canine says, "It will certainly find YOU. You take care of it and your pay will be waiting for you back at the gatehouse!" His duty done, the basset hound guardsman salutes the Freeswords, then hurries back down the path to Firmament.
The cart is a moderate, covered wagon, well made and not too uncomfortable for riders. So far, so good.
As the wagon of course would end up under way, the basset hound would indeed of been telling the truth, as before long a large, rugged draconic being, weilding rusted, jagged, vicious weapons would be seen as it at first had been aproaching quickly though its steps began to slow as it glares over each of the ones it can see, weapons shifting into a ready posture as he notices how many are armed it seems as he begins to hiss angrily with a growl deep in his chest.
Thelergramor leans back in the wagon, eyes shut behind his mask. "...Taking it alive?" Reaches up to rub at the plague mask, then checks his pocket for something. Takes out a small flask of liquid. Water, probably. Has the word 'water only' scratched on the side. Strange. Lifting his mask, the wolf drinks. Then, the growl is heard. Thel barely reacts, shifts slightly, grabbing his blunderbuss. Can't see whatever it was due to covered wagon.
Angus smirks at Rainer as he leans against the side of the Wagon. "Still want to poke Mister then hm?" He asks as he watches the Wolf, chewing on a piece of hardtack as he does. WHen he hears the growl his ears perk up, and he sits up straight to turn towards the growl to watch the dragon curiously. "Huh...." He states as he looks at their gear, tilting his head to the side.
Aiden damn near shrinks at the sounds of growling, his tail curling up some before he peeks out to see the Dragon. "... O-Oh dear... Uhm... Th-they aren't attacking, that's a good sign yes?" The sound of vain hopes falling thin as he watches between the group and the dragon, knowing damn well if the Dragon attack he couldn't get out fast enough.
Lucasiel glances over at the dragon from her spot in the wagon before heaving a gentle sigh. "And hopefully it won't. But if it does, we'll be ready. And maybe it'll even put up a challenge. It's been a long time since I've had a good fight." She hooks her arm leisurely around the haft of her axe and checks the straps of her kite shield.
