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Mella: Post ½
Location:Beast area.
Mella had no idea that anyone could possibly think that the world or those in it couldn’t be real. It was a strange thought. She rolled her eyes at Kiyelt. His words to his crush were a bit dramatic. “Oh trust me I think that Kiyelt, apparently, has a flare for the dramatic, but I know everything he says is from the heart so you can trust how he describes you is just how he sees you.” She glanced between the two trying to figure out how that relationship worked when she didn’t think Kiyelt was real. “Have you considered testing to see if he is real?” A playful thought crossed her mind. “If you poke his cheek each time you see him and he’s there then you know he is real. Of course you could do the same test by kissing his cheek to see if he’s warm and living if you wanted.” Mella then turned her attention to a little problem that was forming in her sash.


As Telwren wriggled around to try and hiss at the other sailscale Kiyelt had she finally had to pull him out of her sash and hold him up. “What by all the rocks in Sauti has gotten into you?” She glanced back and forth between the two sailscales and then to Kiyelt for help. “Sorry Telwren isn’t normally this bad.. I really don’t know why he’s acting like this. And no, well yes in part I was going to draw the beast but I wanted to see if I could help take care of the animals to free up others who could fight or be useful in the healer’s tents…”

Eira - Dancer
Location: With Viveka and her troupe
Post: 2

Eira gave a smile as she gave Viveka a squeeze before releasing the pretty boy from her hold, "As good as anyone can be under such circumstances, how about you? Have you been well my pretty Vive?" She said, giving a little chuckle as she used the nickname that she had given to him. It suited him, calling him 'Pretty Vive' so there was no reason to call him anything else if her mind, "Well I hope?" Stepping back she gave him a once over, making sure that he was in fact whole and healthy at the moment. It would be a waste for one such as him to get roughed up in this war. Of course as she studied him she noticed his arm, something that made her lift an eyebrow, "What happened? Are you alright? Do I need to set Gyuri on someone?" The idea that anyone would be mean to the slender Viveka was something that obviously didn't sit well with her.

Before she was able to threaten any futher bloodshed upon an unknown person two more members of her troupe seemed to catch up, something that had her happily clapping her hands together, "Ah! Borra, Sinny, good of the two of you to join us." She said, pleased that they had caught up. She'd noticed that Borra, the more naive but sweet member of the group, had gotten himself sidetracked. She wasn't worried though since Sinny was with him and the woman was quite dangerous and liable to blast anyone that angered her away with her magic. No reason to worry about her safety though she was glad that the two were back. Given what was going on she would rather they stay together as a group... though to do that she would really need to figure out where Makani had gotten off to.

"Caught up, hm? That's alright. You were able to rejoin the group so that is what matters most." She told Borra, watching him as he got shoved toward Gyuri, and said, "Try to stick close to Gyuri from now on, just in case anything dangerous pops up. That way he can beat the danger into submission and keep you safe." She told Borra, ruffling his hair before motioning to Viveka, "Sinny, Borra, this is Viveka, he's someone I am trying to get to join our troupe along with his mate." She explained, then smiled, "His mate is a Bard and Vive here... well, he's just pretty and I rather thing he would do well drawing people to our inn with his pretty face alone. I mean just look, he's almost as beautiful as I am!" Eira's arrogance knew no bounds even in the most trying of times it would appear.

Gyuri - Guard
Location: With Viveka and the troupe
Post: 2

Gyuri had merely smiled and shrugged when Viveka asked how he was doing, feeling it to be a rather difficult question. He supposed it was as Eira said, doing as well as one could at the moment. He looked around a moment, taking in those around them, and found himself thinking that he would much rather the troupe be somewhere safe... but it was difficult to make Eira do anything. She could be as stubborn and hard to move as a Mammu... not that he would say that out loud as he was sure it would get him a dark look from the woman who might take it as an insult.

His gaze and attention seemedto be instantly stolen away from everything else as Borra arrived with his sister, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of the musician. Ah, he was back he thought to himself happily, glad that he was. He didn't like the times when they were separated because it meant that he couldn't keep him safe. Sure, Sin'qua was capabale enough with that magic of hers but he liked to be there as well. So long as he didn't appear as though he were smothering Borra, annoying him wasn't what Gyuri wanted. Lifting a large hand he patted Borra on the shoulder, giving him a smile, "Welcome back." He murmured, not one for talking but when it came Borra he was more open to doing more then normal amount for him. He wanted to wrap his arm around him, to pull him closer to hug him, but he'd behave. Besides, Borra was as cute and he was oblivious so he didn't exactly understand what he was feeling, not something he'd drop on him at the moment.

Looking at Eira he smiled and nodded when he was told to look after Borra, "Can do." He didn't mind looking after him and keeping him safe. He'd do it without being ordered to but would most certainly do so if Eira said to. He was the leader of the troupe after all, her word was law in most cases.

Kennet, post three. (With Xilarn, Iroia, Makani, and Ruelash) (I'm sick as a dog, too lazy for proper formatting ugggh)

Kennet, ignoring Xil's initial warnings, and now drenched in water, snarled at Iroia as she approached.

"You'd better keep your distance, woman!" He snapped, his attention darting to Ruelash right after. The ice man had been quick to make his mark on Xilarn, as well as quick to shout. The hybrid shot forward with his spear aimed for his chest, where he made a quick slash.

"I'm Kennet, you haggard piece of trash!" He spat, shuffling backwards to shield Xilarn. "And if you want to get anywhere NEAR Xilarn, you're going to need to go through ME." He gave another glare to Iroia. "You, too, freckles."

Makani - Mage
Location: Trying to keep heads from rolling?
Post: 3(I think?)

Truth be told Makani was actually a bit on the impressed side, the fact that the water hadn't even daunted the lot of them for even a moment. So cooling the group off wasn't working at all, so maybe he should get more serious about his attempts to stop them from tearing each other apart? Especially now that the scent of blood was now in the air meaning that someone amongst them had been injured. It was bad enough as an argument but it was just getting more and more dangerous. Let's see... he went through the list of magics that he had learn to this point, weighing his different options against one another. He could attempt to drop some ice on them to really cool them off, maybe? He didn't want all the angry people turning his way though. What about if he were to use earth magic to try to catch their feet? What if they could still flail at each other though? Hm... wind to blow them away from each other? That might only work until the spell ended though...

Ah! He knew what might work. Walking forward he set to gathering some more power to himself, hoping that maybe this one would work. It wasn't exactly a spell that he'd used often but maybe it would work? The problem being that he had no idea how long it might work for. Long enough to get them to give up? Unlikely but maybe it would give one side or the other time enough to retreat...? Given the words thrown back and forth though he doubted either side would go for that idea which worried him. How did one play the part of the mediator with such strong personalities? It was like dealing with a very miniature version of the battle with Oba, huh? Lots of strong, stubborn people picking fights and not backing down. It was quite intimidating for someone like him but he couldn't just walk away and let them beat each other blood.

Once he was in position he set to working casting his next spell, this time using 'Wall Magic' to call up an invisible wall of energy between the two pairs. He could only hope that it worked. It wasn't something that he'd used before other then in practice, meaning that someone as strong as the man with the bestial aura might be able to tear through it... he just hoped it wasn't something he could do in a laughably easy way or else Makani was going to run out of ideas. Once the wall was up he asked of them, "Maybe we should save our energy for the upcoming battle? "

[ supply tents ]

"Hm. I guess so," Kauff replied, looking back toward the leaders' tent. He took a drink from the waterskin as well before returning it to where he'd found it. "Want to get closer? There might be someone there who can take your sword. If not, I'll use it when I fight." It was a bold statement, considering he didn't think he'd be allowed to take up arms at all. As much as he hoped his suspicions weren't correct, he couldn't believe they would allow someone without training to flail around and potentially get captured just because he felt like it.

"Come on."

(post 4)

Xil groaned in annoyance, rolling his eyes at Kennet's antics. Here he'd assumed one of them would be rational. How ridiculous of him to assume it'd be his much more easy-going companion. That'd make too much sense. "You could at least try to control yourself," he grumbled pointedly at Kennet. "I've come to expect better of you." His relaxed nature seemed to deteriorate in front of other savages, though... Must be some type of... synergy thing. Or was it something else, entirely?

Whatever the reason, Xil grabbed the hybrid's shoulder and tugged him back. "The least you could do is not behave like an animal." Literally the only one that had any sense here seemed to be... that mage kid... The Oban's gaze shifted over to him speculatively, curiously, a bit suspiciously. Why was he so interested in helping? Xil stared at him, eyes scraping over the mage with a tiny frown. Was he... was he blind? That would explain it.

He clearly had virtually no idea what was happening. Either way, "Well, thank you, I think," he murmured uncertainly. His fingers slipped down Kennet's shoulder to grab his wrist. "We should go."

Biroki – Shifter Sage
Sleeping Tents to Supply tents: Making Tea

”Just stay put, all right?” Biroki said, going out to get supplies for tea. He paused as Antiope made her speech.

Prisoners... Like Rastian's wife, like so many other people's loved ones. Prisoners were not good, but at least that meant the people were likely to be alive. It struck him as odd, however, that Antiope seemed to have nothing else for them... Just extremely unreassuring statements of 'waiting' and 'patience'. Biroki shook his head as he set up a kettle to heat. This was a tricky time. They needed more than that at this time, they needed hope.

We're going up against an army. he thought to himself, sorting through the herbs, We need hope, and we need a plan, and we need one now.

He liked Antiope. She was a nice person, very friendly and respected, but also... young. It was strange to think of her as 'young'. But this war was revealing her for the inexperienced – if powerful – child that she was, and that scared Biroki. That scared him an awful lot.

He could, he thought, try to stand up to the plate and assist her, but he had a mission to do just now, one that involved a certain upset and drunk hybrid healer.

Still...

As the water for the tea warmed, and the herbs waited to be steeped, Biroki walked outside briefly to give Antiope a little wave and what he hoped was a supportive smile.