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 Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 8:01 pm
 L E R I N x T O T H A L E
Location: Some tent, with people. >.<
Posts: 9 Lerin was prepared to accept his fate. It was pretty much his own fault for not speaking out a little more adamantly when he'd had the chance, so for now, it was best to follow along. At least he'd be with others of his own kind. After helping Senja to her feet, he quirked her a grin. "Still, though. Don't push yourself too hard." He patted the back of her hand before letting his arm drop away. "I don't think escape is worth losing something so precious over."
Everything else seemed to go smoothly enough. The other man rendered their Oban guard unconscious with hardly a flick of his fist. Whatever obnoxious commotion was happening outside would lend them an easy escape. The only immediate problem was... "Take her with us?" The words slipped from his tongue before he could stop them. Eyes narrowed on the larger Shifter, but Lerin bit his lip and looked away. Had they asked the Oban girl if she wanted to leave? He doubted it, the way she was being yanked around. And if not, how did that make them any different than her people? Taking her against her will, separating her from the other Obans. It would just inspire more rage.
But, as always, it wasn't his place to say. If that's what the others wanted, he had no hope of going against them. Instead, he just turned back to Senja. "I's like to be able to carry you," Lerin admitted with a tiny chuckle. "But as you can see I'm pretty... lacking in that ability." Scrawny arms and flat chest and all. "But please let me help you in any other way I can."
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 9:26 pm
It was a good thing a handler came to regain control of the one Arwa, the beast had begun to start panicking and joining its comrade in the stampede. Luckily its handler was quite skilled and able to calm it and re-pen it.
However he was only one man and the rampaging Arwa had begun to mow down not only tents the soldiers were sleeping in but had moved on to the weapons tents.
The man who was suppose to be overseeing preparations, the man who was in charge...while the General was away, gulped.
"STOP THAT ARWA." He shouted at the stammering solider who was in front of him. The thought of missing nobles was not on the first of his list to deal with. With precious materials being crushed under hoof of that beast he had to try and get it under control before things got worse.
It didn't matter who got that beast under control, he shouted more orders for soldiers and others alike to help in the endeavor. The captured nobles would have to wait.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 3:08 pm
 Senja: Prisoner Escaping! Post 10 (1/2 )
Senja smiled when Chal said he charged the gate to get out. He certainly looked like he could do that easily!
She patted Lerin's back. "It's either take her with us or kill her since she could raise the alarm and get the guards back here instead of trying to control the animals... I'd rather not kill her, I've seen too many deaths already." She said softly and sadly. She was glad something had happened at the pens and was occupying the majority of the camp. Hopefully that would mean everyone could escape!
"I may need help climbing a tree if we reach the jungle. Climbing is a bit difficult." She was certain she could do so... but she didn't want to risk falling! And the boy looked like he needed to be useful.... So she grabbed h hand and tugged him along as she followed Chalcedoncy out of the camp.
Along the way they passed the small group of dead guards and the few prisoners left. They'd armed themselves with weapons from the slain Obans and were obviously waiting for the last of the prisoners to escape. Senja turned her eyes from the bodies; she didn't like the thought of death... It reminded her that her family and friends could be dead from the attack on Neued....
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 3:17 pm
Chalcedony - fortress Location: Moving toward freedom with Senja and Lerin, holding Shalvesta hostage (for her own good?) Post: 11 Chalcedony headed to the entrance of the tent, glancing back and forth, getting a look at what was going on, before he lifted his gaze upwards, "Ahh... damn..." He breathed, eyes going wide as he realized that the Arwa that was stomping around too close for his liking. He glanced back at the others before calling over to the two of them, "Come on, it's tiime to go. That giant beast of theirs is getting far too close to this place for my comfort." He was no Beast Master, he had no way of dealing with such creatures himself, had never dealt with them one on one himself... meaning that there was no other option for them to just retreated instead. The best that they could do at this point was leave the Obans to deal with their beast on their own and hope that it was able to keep them busy long enough that they would be able to escape. Hearing distant calls by the familiar voice of the captain that they needed to 'stop that arwa' meant that now was the perfect way to get out of this place. They had decided what was the most important and that was stopping their beasts from any further destruction of the Oban war camp. He motioned for the other two to come along with him, "Let's go! We will all go together and I will protect everyone's backs as we make our way to where the others were heading. We need to get out of here now, while the arwa have the full attention of the Obans." As they headed out of the tent, and moved across the camp grounds toward freedom Chalcedony turned to look at Shalvesta he gave her a long look before he finally said, "We will only keep you as far as the edge of the camp, after that we will let you decide if you will stay here or continue along with us. This way it will at least appear as though you were my prisoner, something that I hope helps." Though really he would rather keep her with him, if only to protect her from that Captain of hers. As they went, Chalcedony didn't give the destructions much thought. There was too much riding on them getting out of this place for him to worry about those who had already passed. It was up to them to keep their small group from becoming a part of that number. What mattered most was escape, though he knew that if and when he did make it back he would have something far more terrifying then any Oban or arwa to contend with.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 3:19 pm
 Rayolun: Prisoner Escaping to Jungle! Post 9 (1/2)
Rayolun stood his ground and found a few other prisoners by his side, all of them wielding weapons taken from the fallen or waiting to jump any Obans who came by to take their weapons. Most of the prisoners had escaped... He wasn't sure how many were still in the camp other than the Big guy who'd gone off to fetch a few.
They better hurry, he thought to himself as he rested, not sure how long what ever is distracting the camp will last. It was like the Moon Goddess Serin had granted them a small miracle. Now if only her favor lasts just long enough for them to get back...
He heaved a sigh of relief as he saw three shifters come running over. The broad shield of a shifter, the boy with no urge to fight and the pregnant lady. That sound s like a joke, he thought with a small smile as he straightened and began to retreat. They'd stayed long enough. Time to flee before more guards came to be killed....
He'd had time to bandage his leg again and rest, so he felt like he could make it away... long enough to vanish into the jungle at least. And once he vanished into there... good luck on any Oban finding him!
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 3:41 pm
Dyakida – Alkidike Artisan (Prisoner)
Oban Camp: Escaping??!! With Achyls and Ceyede”Ceyede.” whispered Dyakida, ”I thought as much...” Considering the sister's reaction, it seemed that Peyla's message hadn't gotten through. That did not bode well for her sprite, though it might have meant that Peyla had gone to someone like Yaholo... Who wasn't here, unless the chaos was his doing. ”It is not a long story,” said the artisan, her voice calm as she gave Ceyede's fingers a light squeeze, ”But I will tell you after you take me from here...” Dyakida withdrew her hand to give the partners – Sister and Beast alike – room to work without threatening her delicate and very important hands. She wondered what was happening around them: The chaos seemed to have grown and blossomed into something loud and ferocious. From such a small seed she thought, Can come so much... She hoped that it would be worth it, and the flower of chaos would buy freedom and victory. There was a sudden lull in activity from next to her, and a questing hand failed to find the warm, furred back of the radaku. Before she could worry about what that meant, however, she heard Ceyede call her. "All right." she said neutrally, uncertain. Even as a child, Dyakida had not liked digging. She slipped a hand into the hole and felt it - it was bigger than before, but could it fit her? That the Radaku had left by it was promising but - as Achlys had proved, radaky could fit through many things that they ought not to. Are you sure? she wanted to ask, but she knew that the distraction that allowed her - the cripple - a chance to escape would be fleeting. Chaos was dangerous too, so she had to get out. She had to trust that her sister knew what she was doing. She swallowed and, laying her antennae as flat as she could along her head, crawled through the hole. She could feel it around her. Its too small she thought, briefly panicking, I won't fit. The closeness of it made her antennae thrum with worry, and she felt claustrophobic. And then she was through, back in the open air. Still uncertain, she pulled herself through and offered a hand to Ceyede. "Yes." she said, breathless from the experience, "We should leave."
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 3:48 pm
Ruelash – Ice Knight
TALE CAMP SCOUT: Outskirts – With IroiaWho cared about the others? Ruelash didn't though the chaos amused him. He looked over where Iroia was indicating, thoughtful. "Yeah, thats probably their leader." he said, stretching, "He's all guarded, I bet..." his grin indicated that this was not a bad thing. "Oh look." he whispered, "He's shoutin' more." He smirked, "Makes him easy to spot." He tapped the hilts of his blades. "Y' wanna go over and see if we can take him out?" he asked, looking over at Iroia, his yellow eyes glittering viciously.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 4:06 pm
Sebastian - post 5 /1
It would be hard to ignore the Arwa rampaging nearby. Sebastien suddenly stopped, allowing the others to flow around him. He was torn between his two jobs, both meted out by the same man. It was his job to help keep the Arwa in line, and now that they had gotten free (or, more likely, been let free) it was on him to help recapture it. He could see the men running and shouting, he could see the wounded and dead.
Then he turned back toward the group. There fled his other responsibility in the hands of a... whatever she was. He had been asked to keep an eye on Naevius, and now there was more need than ever. His face twisted, brows furrowing, and he gave an irritated shout and ran after her. Her father would prefer him protecting his daughter than his money. Although his heart ached, he knew where he had to go. He jogged and caught up to the others, staying beside Naevius and her captors.
Ichil
"It may surprise you to learn that not everyone is a barbarian!" she said, frustrated. Her people were dying, men and women she had met and befriended. Her struggling died down and she walked beside the blue-skinned man, barely tugging. She turned to Naevius as she spoke and shook her head. It was true, fighting wouldn't help, but these captives were dead if anyone got to them. She couldn't imagine anyone punishing a guard for treating prisoners as they had apparently been told to treat them. It was horrible, but it was war. So, she reminded herself, was this.
Nyiim - post 1 /1
Those who had already broken the line of the jungle were safest, and so Nyiim had hovered by the back in relative silence. He was more concerned with getting the others to safety than for his own hide. The thought of being tortured was not easy for him, but neither was it for anyone else, and these had been unarmed captives being forced to work. It was as if slavery had already come to Jahuar. He had no opinion on the woman who had been forced to help them, and so his only offer to Chalcedony was for protection.
"I will cover the others. It's only fair. I have range." He turned then to the big man's captive. "I will not shoot you, should you choose to go back."
Scarlett Arbuckle Ichil and Nyiim to Shalvesta
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Aukai Oceansoul rolled 1 100-sided dice:
46
Total: 46 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 5:53 pm
Iroia post 12 Tale Scout with Ruelash to Camp Outskirts Well now was not the time to let fear of capture rule her, she would never gain experience if she chickened out at the last minute. So against that tiny mouselike voice in the back of her mind she grinned at Ruelash and nodded. Twirling a blade she ghosted away to see the man she thought was a general. Peeking out from cover and aiming she kissed a blade and flung it, but it seemed the dust kicked up by the beast had messed with her aim, she had misjudged the angle and the blade sunk into the man's thigh..well she demured, he could still bleed from that...or get infected. A wound had been made and that was something to celebrate! She grinned at Ruelash. "Well...I got part of him." She turned back and tried the other blade. But in her excitement it missed him all together, then she had to move or be captured promptly and that was not acceptable. Ducking around she found where her second blade had skidded off into the shadows and now having a weapon made the risk of its retrieval seem null now. She scooted to the edge of the camp panting excitedly.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 7:31 pm
Sorry forgot, see above post for Iroia
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DraconicFeline rolled 1 100-sided dice:
73
Total: 73 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 8:27 pm
Ruelash – Ice Knight
TALE CAMP SCOUT: Outskirts – With IroiaRuelash tailed Iroia, blades ready in case things went south. But he wasn't going to interfere – the girl had to have her fun. He pulled her back into cover, helping her hide. ”Nice throw.” he said, admiring, ”Shoulda aimed a little up” but the damage was done. Someone was bleeding, and it wasn't him for once. ”Well, doesn't seem like much we can do in this chaos, less you want to find a good spot on some patrol route or whatever, so we can slit throats... Yer thoughts?” he asked... because she was the one that had the thoughts, not him.
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2014 12:34 am
 SHALVESTA Post 1
xxxxSupply Tents >> Camp Outskirts
As if she had much choice. Shalvesta stood, looking nervously between the three, her eyes narrowed. She had assisted the tall man, but that didn't guarantee that he wouldn't turn around and smack her down with ease. For a time, it seemed the joy of their reunion had distracted them - until the woman finally turned to look at her, bringing her back up. Great.
They all spoke as if she wasn't here - casually discussing her fate, what to do with her. Her death. She supposed she deserved this, after staring at them in their 'cage' before - but she still felt the smoldering taste of rage in her belly. A feeling she had never allowed herself to feel, before just a week past - and now it felt like a constant itch under her skin. Shalvesta's hands drew into fists, and her teeth ground in her mouth, wanting to bite out a sharp retort, but the drive to survive kept her mouth shut, and she instead stared at the large one until he seemed to decide that she would be their captive, still.
So she followed without prodding. If she ran, they may let her go - or the large one could outpace her and smash her down as easily as he'd knocked out the guard.
Being told that she would be released at the edge of camp, however... it was a shock, and it was enough to have her reconsider how much she wanted to stab him in the back of the knee. An urge she'd never felt before, and an urge that she felt almost sick at realizing she'd been feeling in the first place. Despite that feeling, however, Shalvesta recognized the attempt at kindness in the gesture. The recognition that she would be seen as a traitor. But that didn't change her own allegiances either. These were her people. So she stared at him, hard, then turned her head aside - silently dismissing his gesture, and making clear with her disinterest and denial of conversation with an enemy that she had little intention of going with them. For now, however, she followed them from the camp, arms drawn tight at her sides.
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2014 2:42 am
The meta will now continue in a new forum! Head over to The Final Battle to continue.
You may count this as an NPC post.
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