[IC] Sci-fi mercs in a fantasy world

[OtomostheCrazy]

Rowan Zephyr

"Well it's a good thing we're not using blades. Although I doubt I'll be able to obtain more ammo." Rowan muttered to himself.

This world was strange to Rowan, even when he has been to so many before. And given the circumstances, Neither he, nor the others will have any sort of advantage in this world. They have no information, their ship is destroyed as far as they know, they don't even have enough ammo to handle large threats. Not to mention several members of the team are either dead or comatose. They're guide is a woman wearing thin silk with only a dagger as a weapon, and considering the possible threat she just described, that's going to be a problem.

Not even a minute after his mutterings passed before Silvack spoke of fighting the Hydra. Rowan sighed as he followed the woman. This won't be good.

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Bryce Achar

"...We are near the Artemian Plains, if that is what you're asking. These are lands belonging to the kingdom of Derosa."

This creature has the ability to speak, but save for a few words, it speaks nonsense. Maybe whatever happened here had affected its mind. Bryce looked out to the ocean again. The girl had not returned to check on the disturbance.

"In any case, you seem confused. You speak nonsense. Who are you?"

[GingerBoi123]

Damien cocked his gun and also began to follow. No way was he going to pass up the chance to explore this new world, however this Hydra did seem dangerous, and big. It would probably take more than bulletz to take it down but it may not be there. Damien promised himself he would check the skies often for the pirates or anymore visitors and raise his concern if he heard another noise.

[Assallya]

"I know not of this 'am-moe' you speak of," Assallya said as she led the way, "but perhaps there is some magic that can be of service."

The lizard man called Silvack was interesting. She'd encountered the type, usually dwarves, with a lust for combat and testing their mettle. She also knew a thief like that, that couldn't resist searching for the ever greater score. Nothing would stop such a person save the grave. Even then she suspected this one would be struggling the entire time he was being dragged in.

The woods they entered as they left the glade in which the tower stood were ancient and the canopy thick.. Almost immediately shadow engulfed them broken by the occasional golden ray slicing through the gloom like godly spears piercing a mortal shield. The area grew more hilly, as they skirted the edge of the mountain. Beyond, in the shadows, they could hear a brook burbling, taking water from the melting snow cap above to the distant sea a thousand or more leagues away.