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Guardian Angel Haruki
NoriWasHere
Riaxh
Darc Matter
3 / 6 Stress || 0 / 9 Wicked XP || 0 / 3 Reckless XP || 0 / 2 Dark Hearts
As the group was debating their next course of action, there was a slight lull in the wind. And during this lull came a noise all too familiar for the monsters: the language of light. This strange tongue spoken by those who claim themselves mortals, a vastly different tongue than the universal language of monsters. Darc had once tried to learn the language for his own ends, but as it turns out he had a hard enough time trying to understand the dark tongue with his granted intellect. The light tongue was a different beast entirely. Still even if Darc did not understand the words he knew something, that there were mortals nearby. Mortals who could lead the group to great fortune.
The party stopped their squabbling and trailed the mortals to some form of mountain ruin. The ground was muddy and the rain did well to hide their approach. The group decided to lay an ambush: Zaz’ak would draw them out from the safety of their ruins while the rest lay in ambush. Everyone took to their positions, Darc choosing to attack from above as he often does. The slick stone was of no concern to him thanks to his natural body enabling him to stick to virtually anything. When one of the watchmen went to relieve himself, Zaz’ak entered the ruins to begin the operation. Shortly after there was some noise, likely Zaz’ak getting the attention of the mortals, and everyone sprang into action.
The succubus distracted the human while Darc crept closer to the dwarf. He did something, some sort of spell or perhaps a magic object, that caused her to freeze in place. Darc dove down to attack the dwarf but the dwarf spotted and duck even lower to the ground. If Darc did not land safely he would harm himself hitting the ground from such a height, so after his failed attack he lashed his tendril to the cliff face he leapt off of, using his momentum to swing himself safely onto leveled ground.
The others were fending off the other mortals, their fear and surprise easily routing most of them. Darc doesn’t intend to let many escape, or else they may warn other mortals of their presence. So to finish this job Darc would focus on the dwarf, as he seemed to be the only surviving mortal who could potentially be a threat. ”Ah if only you knew my tongue, meatbag. You would find some comfort knowing that your destiny will be in the serve of me, feeding me so that I may grow stronger. So rejoice, mortal. You’re about to become part of something much bigger than yourself.”