CadenGallic

Dead topic.

Dren managed to walk at least 20 paces before he found a more open area. Figuring he could use it to find an easy way to civilization if he teleported up a tree, he stepped out into the open.

...and he stumbled right upon the terrorists. Or what was left of them anyway. And one of them was waving him over.

"Codswallop..." Dren muttered under his breath. Literally he couldn't have asked for worse luck if he wanted to... well, there wasn't much use in running now, was there? With their numbers they'd probably catch up to him if he tried to flee from them... just when he thought he might be able to save face. He could see the fellow who'd offered him a job amidst them too... well at least he'd survived. The only person here he could put any semblance of trust into. He sighed and began approaching them, cane swishing amidst the grass of the woods.

"Glad to see you survived." he said to the group as he approached. Technically he wasn't lying.

Old Glory (Western/Sci-fi)

@King Tai S'alright mang.

Old Glory (Western/Sci-fi)

-Benny and Glenn
"Not usually, nosir." Mullins shook his head as he spoke to the guitarist. "Usually this here town's mighty peaceful, on account o' good folks like mahself and the deputy. Sides, we ain't got much worth comittin' crime over. We're a small community after all." he explained before turning to the other gentleman. He turned his head as he was being called over. "Scuse me a moment, friend." he approached Glenn and Jaron's table, fixing them both with a keen eye. "What can I do fer you boys?"

-Cal
Oldcon was an old mining town that was constructed a long time ago during a mining rush for what was once thought to be gold. This turned out to be a nasty rumour as what the folks thought was gold was in fact crystallized Stingblade venom. The entire place had been built atop a Stingblade nest. That was long ago though and nowadays, the town was abandoned, of both miners and Stingblades. It took about a half hour trek to arrive at Oldcon. There was no sign of disturbance, nothing but rickety old wooden buildings as far as the eye could see. There were no signs of the miscreant Cal hunted.

-Simon
"I will fill your mountains with the dead. Your hills, your valleys, and your streams will be filled with people slaughtered by the sword. I will make you desolate forever. Your cities will never be rebuilt. Then you will know that I am God." He heard the voice inside. Sounded like a bible verse at a rough guess. The voice was a decent ways away from him... chances were Muldoon may be standing at the altar or somewhere near the back. There were no other voices or distinct sounds he could hear... except the slight tightening of rope.

Old Glory (Western/Sci-fi)

@CadenGallicNothing I can really do to further the plot is there?

@Nevix

Oh well I thought maybe you'd have wanted to react to Mullins, but if you don't want to, i'll make the next post.

Old Glory (Western/Sci-fi)

@Nevix We're kinda waiting on you atm, brah.

Dead topic.

"What the blazes?!" Dren let go of his hand and was sent stumbling forward, striking his cane into the ground to steady himself as the ship began to become unsteady, feeling his balance vanish under his feet as the massive vessel plummeted. Not something he could say he was used to, nor was he prepared for it.

The crash knocked him off his feet and sent him tumbling as he became a red rolled up blur of a man, flying into the air. He probably woud've broken several bones had he not still been clasping his cane, using the mage to teleport and d avoid trees, still hitting the ground and landing in a small grove of trees, hat gone from his head and cloak blown open from the trip. He was dazed for a while before he finally began to recover, getting to his feet and brushing himself down, getting leaves twigs and mud off of his attire. Now he took the time to look around... he was alone, as far as he could tell. None of those others from the ship could be seen around him... perhaps this was his chance to get back to civilization and end this nonsense... but... wait, something felt wrong. Dren's eyes became wide as saucers as he patted his head.

"MY HAT!" he shouted in dismay, quickly scanning the area for it and looking around, zipping from place to place as he scoured for it. Finally, he spotted it atop a branch on a spikey tree. He rapped on the trunk twice with his cane as his hat sailed back down, replacing the garment upon his head. He sighed with relief as he felt at peace again...

"Now then, onward, to civilization." he said stoutheartedly, holding his cane in one hand as he produly marched into the woods beyond.

Dead topic.

"R&D? You're offering me that level of a job?" Dren asked him suspiciously. He could feel his small cluster of grenades hidden beneath his robes clink slightly, almost eagerly at the prospect. Naturally though, the idea of being offered a job like that by someone who could very well be a terrorist, wasn't particularly worth entertaining. Then again, this mention of being shot down into an Evil Forest would put anyone's perspectives in skew. He didn't know much about the area, but he'd heard of the forest. Chances are he wouldn't be able to shy out of this one... he'd be forced into combat. Most likely with this group too as he looked over the lot of them... what a mess they were. But his magic did work best when he had others to back him up. His options were limited at this point. He offered a gloved hand to Cas.
"Very well. I will extend my trust this one time."

Old Glory (Western/Sci-fi)

@Sessamaru S'all good man.

Old Glory (Western/Sci-fi)

- Simon
The path up north took him a good hour to arrive at Happy times chapel. As per it's name, it was a wooden chapel, slightly ramshackle with its aged peeling paint on the sides, some broken roof tiles and a messy untended graveyard off to its left. A shovel had been left in the sands too, no doubt someone had buried something recently. The way into the church was simple enough, a set of double doors left slightly ajar. He could hear something within... a voice, perhaps?

- Benny, Glenn, Jaron
"Yeah well, you boys just stick to that." The sheriff patted his sidearm somewhat threatening before turning to the guitar player, his mustache twitching as he smiled. "Pleasure to meet you too, stranger. But please, call me Mullins." he greeted him with a slight tip of the hat. He surveyed the bar slightly to see if there were any more trouble. If one wanted to get further conversation out of him, now was the time.

Old Glory (Western/Sci-fi)

Thank Adam's been waiting on Nevix.

But it does seem to be CorruptedShadow holding us up right now and he's not been on in a week.