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[h3][color=c17913][i]Caeleo[/i][/color][/h3]
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[b]Location:[/b] [i]Forest to the west of the Delthair River[/i]
[b]Notes:[/b] [i]About to enter combat[/i]
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[url=https://puu.sh/yLDeh/140bf878ac.png]Metallic, mechanically intricate. Body still glowing slightly from the heat.[/url] As tall as a large Naga.
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[color=c17913]“It’s just a wheel, right?”[/color] Caeleo stood on the side of the road with Tarkus, both of them confused as to how they forgot a spare wheel, [color=c17913]“How hard can it be to replace?”[/color]

[color=695fd8]“I bet we could use the silent heap of junk we’ve been hauling along.”[/color] Igneous perked up, and silently looked their direction from inside the wagon. His featureless face seemed to glare at the Naga. [color=fff200]“Oh have a heart, Tarkus,”[/color] Sapphira glided to Igneous’s side, [color=fff200]“He’s alive, you know.”[/color]

[color=c17913]“What about you, Sapphira? You have some woodworking experience, right? If we provided wood, would you be able to make us a new wheel?”[/color]

All eyes were on Sapphira now. Not used to the attention, her small form began to turn a tint of red. She mustered up as proud as she could, [color=fff200]“I-I, ofcourse I can!”[/color] 

[color=c17913]“Excellent, we’ll just have to go get some…”[/color] Caeleo trailed off as he looked around the vast plain with not a tree in sight. Tarkus was already getting a few tools and weapons together, which involved strapping the metal chair to his back. [color=695fd8]“Hey no-face,”[/color] he addressed Igneous, [color=695fd8]“Watch after this lot. Me and the star are gonna get some wood.”[/color] Without another word, he set off to the west, knowing the forest wasn’t far. Caeleo followed, leaving the trio to fend for themselves. 

The wagon began to fade into the hills behind it as Caeleo struggled to make conversation. He spotted the axe on Tarkus’ belt. [color=c17913]“Why did you bring your weapon?”[/color]

[color=695fd8]“Bandits.”[/color] A few more minutes passed before Caeleo asked another question, trying to make a connection. [color=c17913]“What about the others? What if they’re attacked?”[/color]

[color=695fd8]“That’s why I left the rock there. Bandits don’t normally stray that far from the forest, anyways.”[/color]

[color=c17913]“Can he...it...? Can it fight?”[/color] His voice carried a hint of concern. He had picked these people to come with him because they were unique. He didn’t want to lose valuable tools at this point.  

[color=695fd8]“Yeah. I sparred with it last night. It can hold his own. Must have some been programmed for fighting or something… There,”[/color] Tarkus pointed to a forest coming into focus, [color=695fd8]“That’s the place. We gotta be quick. The Lord here doesn’t like guests.”[/color]

A few moments later they were both working away at a couple small trees. They only needed enough wood for one, maybe two wheels. A spare couldn’t hurt. The brush rustled nearby, putting Caeleo and Tarkus on alert. Caeleo stepped forward, not one to back down in the face of danger, let alone that posed by humans. His voice echoed out louder and more commanding than before, [color=c17913]“Who’s there?”[/color]

Silence. The wind blew, rustling more leaves, making the moment linger on longer than it should have. Just as the moment seemed to pass, five bandits came out from nowhere, three for Caeleo and two for Tarkus. Surrounded, they were forced to fight. 

At the same time, a pair of bandits were approaching the broken down wagon... 

[i]“Suppose we jus’ pretend we’re soldiers, here to help ‘em out to get their guards down.”

“Ah, shaddup. They ain’t as dense as you, that’ll never work.”

“I’m tellin’ you it worked before on me old auntie’s best friend’s brother’s daughter’s husband.”

“And I’m tellin’ you he was a bloody idiot! Yore ‘ole family is bloody idiots!”

“Ay mate, fuck you. What do you suppose we do?”

“We’ll jus’ walk up and steal their shit. It’s not like they’re prepared enough to even have a spare wheel. What makes you think they’ll be prepared enough for us?”

“...that makes a whole lotta sense. You always were the brains, mate.”

“Thankya, thankya. Now shaddup before they hear you shoutin’.”[/i]