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[h1]Scout Party[/h1]

	There was frantic screaming what seemed to heighten in tone and then turn into more of a roar as the would be rapist transformed into a big hulking bear beastwoman, bursting from his armor that was way too small now, and not the prettiest of sorts either, even among beastmen. The man's filthy grotesque lifestlye was equally portrayed in his, or rather [i]her[/i], appearance. Missing patches of fur, scars and sores, filthy matted fur, and a horrid stench from teeth rotting in her skull. However, the newly formed beastwoman was quite stronger than the man she used to be. But that didn't seem to matter much when she was to busy freaking out over her form to do anything. The woman would be relieved that she wasn't being approached, however, the painful and disgusting display of the man's body breaking and twisting into a new creature terrified her, causing her to pass out. 

	This commotion was the portly bandit's only clue that something was wrong, but it was much to late for him. As soon as he turned to see what was going on, he was pierced through, the spear going through the man's shoulder and bursting out of his lower gut. Locked in, he couldn't move, and so much blood was pouring from him that he bled out in seconds. Though, he didn't need to warn anyone, as it seemed the whole camp which was about to investigate the wall of ice, was now focused on the satyr. there must have been over forty men at arms in this place, and now Kistal was the center of their rage. Immediately, the four closest men to Kistal carged in, two with spears, one with an ax and sheild, and the last one was a bit bulkier than the others and wielded a crude yet effective looking heavy club in both hands. The spearmen took point, having faith in their reach while the big oaf was behind them ready to deliver a crushing blow. Meanwhile the one wit the shield would attempt flanking into the satyr to catch him offgaurd or maybe even force him towards the spearmen.


	The archers on the rafters were alarmed and were scrambling to get their bows strung and crossbows set at the sign of commotion. How did someone get in? What were those good for nothing archers in the towers doing over there? They were so busy trying to get ready to fire on the satyr when a shot was available, they didn't even notice Allanon and Bidzil drop in. From their point if insertion, if they split up, each of them could take out a separate wing of archers, taking them out by surprise in the least amount of time. Bidzil was a bit slower to descend than Allanon, however, while he knew how to scale down a rope, it was nowhere near the ease of which Allanon seemed to slide down. When Bidzil did reach the bottom, he instantly went for one of his swords, this time keeping the heavy sheath in a  back wards grip in his left hand, and drawing his blade with a light practiced flick of his right hand. He had to act fast, clear his mind of any doubt and push forward. The archers seemed to have let loose one volley of arrows before the two could start their attack, there were eight of them, four to a side. Bidzil rushed forward to met the first archer as fast as possible. Mid run, his grip on his sheath swapped from a defensive backward grip to an offensive standard grip, and using his momentum, cracked the heavy metal sheath against the unsuspecting archers head as he started to draw his bow to fire another volley towards the satyr. There was a sickening crushing sound as the heavy sheath made contact, and a bit of give as it seemed slightly break into the skull. The man fell immediately, but not without the sound of Bidzil's rush alerting the second archer. The archer, who was mid draw, panicked and tried to spin around and fire at Bidzil, but the shot flew wide as Bidzil broke his run with a forward roll. In this roll, Bidzil made sure to end on his feet, using the momentum and his core muscles to rock him forward till it had him in a crouched position just in front of the now exposed archer. Bidzil then used his leg muscles push up and forward, slamming into the man's gut with his shoulder, knocking him off his feet and onto his back. 

	The bandit cursed as he hit the ground, scrambling to grab a shortsword from his belt, but it was easily knocked aside by a crushing blow to the hand with the heavy sheath, and in the same rotation of that swing, Bidzil's blade sunk into the man's heart. The man cried out in pain, alerting others close by. That took care of his side of the archers of the rafters, but now the archers inside the wooden structure knew something was up. Bidzil and got a macabre idea, reaching for the lighter of the two dead archers. He may need a shield when he comes through the door to another two enemies possibly waiting for him on the other side.

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	"Did ya hear that?" Dorran asked, the sound of the icy explosion and a some sort of canine outcries reaching everyone even outside, along with the air around them feeling a slight bit colder. There were multiple shouts and outcries as men started to fight and sound the alarm around the camp. Dorran laughed heartily as he stood up on top of the rock out crop they took cover behind. "Alright, that's as good enough a signal for me! How about we go teach these bastards a lesson or two, eh!?" he shouted with his weapon raised, a rallying cry from all his warriors present, even Hilde as they moved forward.

	[color=D2691E]"Alright, the doors are all yours! Show me what you can do big guy!"[/colr] Hilde shouted to Anrak as she ran forward, easily outrunning the heavier set Varuk warriors and approaching Chihiro. [color=D2691E]"Nice throws!"[/color] she said in a hurry with a smile as she got within range of the gates. Hilde started to gather air into tightly compacted balls of highly compressed air, though the point was to build up a highly dense ball of mostly oxygen for her fire to light. She then sent each to a different hinge where they seemed to only grow in size, the air around everyone momentarily becoming thinner as if they had just climbed a mountain. [color=D2691E]"ALRIGHT, HAVE AT IT!"[/color] she yelled loudly as a spark seemed to make its way to each of the oxygen balls like  shooting stars into the night, though just as the sparks seemed to die out close to their target, the night was briefly light up multiple huge explosions, breaking all of the hinges on the heavy gates, it seemed like all someone would need to do now is blow on them just right and they would come crashing down.


[h1]Tribal Party[/h1]


	After Gossk pulled up the ship, the three girls bowed kindly to their three saviors, each of them thanking them. The girl who knew a bit about ships spoke up for the others. She was a bit darker tanned than the other two, longer dark hair despite most Varuks having a light sandy color and her features were quite attractive, though she still have well toned muscle as well due to years of training with Madame Valia in their art of dance. Out of the three of the girls, she seemed to stand out a bit. Her slightly larger but also more curvaceous build made out for quite the tasteful figure, strong yet graceful and luxurious. It would come as no surprise that she was being sent on her way to Portea before some of the others. "My name is Sonia, I will do my best to bring the ship back to Kalla. Once the ship gets moving, it will be a fairly easy ride. The craft is large enough that most sand wyrms should stay away, and hopefully the more unruly ones have had their fill for the day," she said a bit worriedly still, she then shook her head, "I will make sure everything is ready for once it is repaired." She bowed once more to them before getting with the other girls to tell them what to do, once all were aboard they would soon be ready to return to Kalla.

	[color=7FFFD4]"Okay then, here I go,"[/color] Lynn started as she placed her hands on the very surface of the ball of water that encased all but Tyrael's head. [color=7FFFD4]"Bathe this one in healing light, and restore her to her former might...,"[/color] she chanted the familiar spell, though changing it for what she assumed was a woman due to the voice. Lynn concentrated on the spell but something didn't feel right. She felt fine since Gossk used that spell, but there was something else bothering her. The water, just like last time when she healed Gossk, started to glow, and the wounds on Tyrael started to regenerate rapidly yet painlessly, as if they had never happened to begin with. However, just before the heaviest wound on Tyreal's arm was fully sealed, the water fluctuated and fell from around Tyreal, along with Lynn. Despite her feeling better due to the spell, her body was still worn, and her mana had taken a few heavy tolls between the healing and trying to survive the desert itself. She fell over, the water splashing into the sand around them, her body refusing to move efficiently. This was different than mana sickness, while she was low on mana, she hadn't developed the blue streaks. This place was definitely not where her kind belonged, and it was starting to take full effect on her. She looked around with tired eyes, her vision swimming as things blurred around her, it was strange, nobody else seemed to be tired... maybe she just needed.... a little nap....

	While Lynn slipped into unconsciousness, her breathing was still heavy. While she wasn't sure what was happening, due to never being exposed to the situation and not having to deal with it in her own homeland, she seemed to be experiencing heat exhaustion. She didn't quite feel the effects of it due to Gossk'a spell, though she was nearly worn down when they had just arrived, if Gossk remembered, she was barely getting by even when just floating around on her staff. Speaking of which, even her staff, which was usually so nimbly floating around her when not in use, fell with its end sinking into the sand. If anyone were to retrieve the staff, they would find that aside from the globes of water on it, the rest seemed to be made of nothing but solid steel, making it incredibly heavy, doubtful that she had ever carried it herself without her water manipulation.



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	Jeevak seemed to chuckle lightly behind his mask at Maeve's remark at having only seen [i]one[/i] grusk. He stopped walking towards the temple and turned towards her, [color=6A5ACD]"Is that quite right? I must apologize then, for in the heat of the moment I had forgotten to formally introduce myself."[/color] He reached up and grabbed the mask with one of his hands and removed it, though it didn't seem to be held on my any sort of straps, as if it had just been floating  up against his face the entire time. When he took it off, he met Maeve eye to eye before giving a slight bow. [color=6A5ACD]"I am King Jeevak of the Grandis Empire. I am indebted to you and this town for providing care for my people. Not very common in these times I am afraid."[/color] He seemed to hook his mask upon his waist as if there was an invisible hook there, however, again, it just stayed there on its own. He then turned and went inside.
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	Jeevak saw a number of injured people, many of whom seemed to be well and in good care, but still too weak to move around. He noticed Neev in one of the rooms, resting in one of the many beds that lined the walls while a drake beastman was asleep beside her, having nodded off after a long night guarding the temple. Jeevak took a deep breath and waved his hand over her, causing her to glow a feint green color momentarily as the blue lines started to disappear. He noticed faint mana trails that connected her to nearly all of the patients inside, and a few trailing in from that Isoli girl from outside. Trails of where they spent their mana, hanging in the air like cobwebs of time passed. He made a mental note to thank them for not only protecting the young grusk, but healing him as well. Just passing by one of the largest Varuk men he had ever seen in a long time, there was a frail figure in a medical bed next to him. It was him, no doubt about it. The Grusk he had sensed from a good distance away. There was power in this one that built up and had unleashed itself violently. He could not control it so it backfired on him, a pity, but not something that couldn't be fixed. Jeevak would stand over him for a moment before speaking, though when he spoke to him, it was if he spoke not only with words, but to his mind as well, reaching to him even if he was unconscious. There was a doctor tending to him currently, he figured he would have to tell him of his intentions first. [color=6A5ACD]"Would you mind if I had a word with this patient, sir? It won't be long, or intrusive I assure you."[/color]