Fetzen

The Five Senses

Týfurkh just stood there, so anxious about missing any reaction of whom he had addressed that he wasn't paying attention to what was happening around him. It was a dangerous position he had moved himself into and his concentration on that one thing only boosted the chances of the carnage reaching his very self. Nothing happened though... not to himself, but especially not with regard to Chres. It seemed as if the man whose name was unknown to Týfurkh had noticed something, but discarded the sensation immediately afterwards. He just continued with what he had been doing just before and Týfurkh saw his chances vanishing into thin air.

Maybe, against all the odds and all plausibility, these weren't the people Bob had referred to after all ? Hard to imagine, but still well within the bounds of the possible at least theoretically. Týfurkh's mind started to think with haste about how to improve his approach. He couldn't except the window of opportunity to remain open for long. Then however there was a disturbance -- one than made him twist around on his heel while his heartbeat punched upwards.

There was... nothing. He looked down, further down, even more so... There was something. A female individual of almost regrettable height that was doomed to induce neck pain while talking to each other. Týfurkh blinked in confusion as his mind connected the dots and remembered the words she had apparently spoken. "Turkey ?" he almost stuttered while trying to figure out if she was affected by the madness or not. The word just made absolutely no sense. However there were no signs of aggression. At least one good thing to know! Slowly his hands moved away from his enormous crossbow and his stance relaxed slightly.

"What gave you that idea about turkeys ? My name is Tý..." It dawned upon him. "Oh!" A decent bit of annoyance blasted right through his control of his facial expression, resulting in a brief, but noticeable glitch. "The others ? What others ?" Týfurkh was too confused to think about Bob having contacted other people with the same story as well. To his excuse one could say however that he had not met Bob any time earlier in his life though in the first place. How could he know that anonymous man's attitude and habits ? It did not slip past his attention though that her request was very specific, thus clearly indicative of her posessing clear knowledge that had to originate from somewhere.

"If you're referring to those people than I guess you can see that for yourself!" He pointed towards the group of other individuals rescuing themselves and others from the tavern via an elaborate magical construct. As they were busy talking though the latter thing started to desintegrate slowly but steadily. An opportunity truly gone -- they'd have to find another way to follow the others now.

Then it burst out of Týfurkh straightforwardly: "Did someone called Bob message you ? Or no..." He sighed. "Did you receive a strange message telling you something about some people you'd have to find here and team up with ? People that might not be aware of your presence and intentions however ?" Inside him, Týfurkh prayed for a short and direct answer. A simple 'yes' would perfectly suffice for him at this point. This wasn't the right place to perform any in-depth analysis and consideration about who might be telling the truth or lies about what. They had to get out of here or a wall of flames wouldn't leave as much as that puddle of blood behind after having consumed them. And if what he was thinking was true than they had yet another reason to hurry up.

The question was... how. He couldn't cast magic steps and ladders, so unless she could do something about that or had other means of fast transport they had to try and get through those buildings still standing somehow.

"I'm Týfurkh. What's your name ?"

The Five Senses

@eclecticwitch I really like your post and will try to get something up within the next two days if my work allows so :)

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Well I've honestly lost track about where the group actually is right now due to the confusion, so I've decided to try and make my post abstract and vague enough so it would fit pretty much any location that one can leave and enter again. Don't know if that worked exactly well though :/

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

An-Hasst turned his head as he heard the familiar voice of Argon nearby. He was in no way surprised that the pround lizardman was accepting the plan they were going to put into action. The hissing in his tone shared some exaggerated similary with a cloud of volcanic gas forced to escape its sizzling pressure vessel via a very narrow crack, but something in the back of his mind told the Skayleigh that this kind of comparison might even be a bit understated when it came to Argon's will to hunt. He wouldn't be surprised to find the lizardman greedly consuming a dead Dorcha, to be honest. And some people claimed that his own kind would be barbaric...

"Three miles ?" he addressed Beren. "So that's half a mile away from the village. Sounds acceptable". An-Hasst gave a nod, then went off to retrieve his stuff. As he was doing so he unavoidably encountered Nicademus in all of his impressively clanking armor. Probably the knight didn't know it, but the statement about 'needing some fresh air' came very close to triggering a spontaneous burst of laughter on the Skayleigh's side. If Nicademus was in true need of fresh air shortly after having strapped on all this metal, what would he be in need off once having fought with his helmet on for a while ? Or, to put the theory the other way round that didn't compromise on the assumption that the knight was a thoughtful man who knew what he did: This had to be a petty excuse for getting outside, so an extra motivation for himself to head out, too.

An-Hasst didn't venture exactly far with that in mind, though... He was stopped by Settionne screaming something to the gods. "And a new set of ears, too!..." the Skayleigh added seconds after the ritual appeared to have reached completion. When had been the last time he had heard the small man to ascend to such a high volume ? He couldn't remember, but at least the outcry had triggered him to stop on his way outside and stay very close to the ritual circle. Maybe there was some truth to all this fuzz and he was still in range for some blessing, too ?

Now he ultimately headed out though, patting Nicademus onto his armor shoulders from behind as he reached the man. "Everything alright ?"

@POOHEAD189@Gardevoiran@The Fated Fallen@BCTheEntity@Stormflyx@Mortarion

Kings & Killers: A Classic Fantasy Adventure (Chapter: 0) (COMPLETED)

I'd like to ask if it is still possible to join this :)

I don't have a readily fabricated character idea as of now though.

Mortal Empires

@Brand I have to apologize for the huge delay. I hope things will stabilize for me within the next week :/

Mortal Empires

Very slowly, but also very surely, it had come to Othuoy's mind that the Library of Ages might have been the preferable choice after all, at least if he had opted for it. At least there the worst thing he would have had to expect would have been the legendary tempest in the teapot, not this men-consuming havoc. However, even though he had hardly any experience with the sea at all, the way those two men had gone overboard had been... strange. Were there large, carnivorous, predatory sea-dwelling species in these waters ? Could very well be. At least those probably wouldn't care about any storm on the surface since they could just dive deeper. That wouldn't make things any better for those still aboard though.

The gargoyle tried to get closer to the Captain for the sounds of wind made it very hard to understand each other, but the harness that had kept him safe so far didn't allow him to get far away from the mast. "Frankly I don't see anything!" Othuoy yelled into the storm, hoping that at least enough fragments would reach the mad man's ears. "How long do you think it will take ?" It was a rather innocent question for the outside observer, but if Othuoy was honest the real intention behind it had been asking 'Do you still believe we can make it ?'. Even if the ship would hold together not collide with anything, they wouldn't do it without any crew left to handle things. And, at least some day, they'd have to get back as well.

Now Othuoy had enough. Having been tied to the mast for the last couple of hours in the midst of a storm unable to do much was nothing he could appreciate. The gargoyle started fumbling around with the knots and ropes that the harness was comprised of and undid the thing before ramming his claws into the surface of the deck's wooden planks. The captain wouldn't mind that way of moving around with improved safety, would he ? Othuoy knew he was heavier than any man, so him getting tossed around now would put the deck to the test. Slowly, he crawled forwards towards the captain.

"I want to see this myself!"

The Five Senses

It was directed at Chres.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@Fetzen
I thought I saw you did, I guess I was mistaken. Well, I'll let you have until monday. You don't need to post much.

@POOHEAD189

I double-checked it and it is true that I indeed have not. At least until now. It's a rather shitty post, sorry for that :/

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

The Skayleigh had not slept particularly well. In fact he had hardly slept at all. Trying to get some rest in a wild environment was one thing, doing it inside a completely foreign city was another. He had become so accustomed to nothing but the earthen ground and a thin layer of cloth beneath him that the sudden change in environment hadn't done his sense of calmness particularly well. It was a quite disappointing experience for the half-elf had clearly hoped otherwise. One could tell An-Hasst's current state of mind and tiredness by, well, the interesting colors of his normally entirely gray-ish skin around his eyes.

To make matters worse an announcement and offer was made that he had no way of rejecting. He himself had told Nicademus the day before about the dangerously close presence of Dorcha, so it would have been unacceptable for him not to go on this endeavour right now no matter what. He gently raised his hand to indicate that he had something to say. "Well if I'm allowed to speak frankly, we already have demonstrated that we don't care about what the Dorcha deem to be their territory. And given the carnage they had to suffer due to our unexpected interference I think pretty much anyone with only the slightest knowledge about the concept of retaliation would be more than happy to see us encountering one of his traps. If they're on our tails than they could as well wait for us to leave this settlement again. We, at least those participting, will do this now, but at least with additional support around us. Why hide now if we have to leave this place sooner or later anyway again ? I'm in."

The Skayleigh didn't wait as much as a few seconds for a response. Right now he was capable of strictly linear thinking primarily, and that meant that retrieving his armor and weapons was the next important step on the agenda. They could very well talk more once underway -- and maybe eat something. His stomach was indicating hunger.