Muttonhawk

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Once Fendros took Ahnasha's shoulders and received her kiss, his smile began to fade and he looked over his shoulder. "Actually, it wasn't ideal. Even though we managed to capture a few of the enemy men, the leader of the group killed herself before she could be captured. That and..." Fendros looked at Ahnasha and hissed in breath through his teeth. "A woman and a girl were hiding in the wagon during the ambush. They're claiming to just be the wagon drivers, paid and told nothing else, but...well, Kaleeth found them in her beast form. We haven't decided what to do with them yet."

Sabine stood up from the wagon, smiled, and gave a wave to Ahnasha.

Fendros let Ahnasha go and began to turn to the wagon. "Let's get everyone inside and you can tell me what you've found out."

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

[@everyone thanks to kho]

@Lauder

That video was my favourite thing for at least a month after I found it. It's especially great if you've seen/read the series/book it's parodying.

Right, here is the stat file:

docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1b7-wNs..

I believe it is up to date as of the beginning of this turn. Each player may edit their own character's stats to reflect their present state. Demigod stats are in a separate tab (see the bottom).

I will put the above link on the first page for ease of access. Find it under question 28 29 of the FAQs.

@Kho

I'M CHANGING THOSE COLOURS TO BECOME READABLE. JUST YOU TRY AND STOP ME!

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@BBeast It was spending a bunch of time charging capacitors, maybe? I'm sure Teknall is a responsible power engineer.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Sabine soon gave the Breton pair less attention as they progressed. Fendros' words had obviously sunk in far enough that they did not feel like talking. Instead, Sabine looked ahead as the wagon bumped along, only giving the captives occasional glances.

Their approach to the meeting place was mercifully lacking in anyone else. To have a werecrocodile pulling a cart become a story spread around the local community was not something they could afford, let alone the pack of werewolves escorting them.

Upon spotting Ahnasha by the cabin, Fendros flashed a small grin. He waved and called out. "Greetings, o lithe and graceful hunter! Have you any fur to trade?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

It was likely not the best idea, Fendros realised, to question the Bretons while they were still in such a panic. He looked to one side and licked at the inside of his cheek, considering Malithus' suggestion. The meeting place was not a sensitive one, there would be little risk in taking these two along with them.

Fendros looked sideways at the woman for another moment when he had made a decision. He pointed a finger at her with a stern frown. "If you want to live, you will stay where you are until we tell you otherwise. Don't run, don't raise a fuss, don't step out of line, and you'll go home safe with your pay, along with some extra. Understood?"

There were likely more questions or demands. Fendros ignored them. He instead turned to Sabine, who returned his look with confusion. "Sabine, you sit across from them and keep an eye on them," he said quickly. They were not threats worth binding in rope. Fendros jumped down from the wagon and shouted out. "Let's start moving!"

Sabine pulled herself up and over the wall of the wagon to sit across from the Bretons, just as she was ordered. She remained quiet for the moment to allow them to speak on their own. The curiosity she had was a good distraction from the Imperial's death, however guilty Sabine felt about keeping some innocent wagon driver and her daughter captive.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@BBeast If there are tools available that we can see to facilitate your system, I would be interested to see it work. We have the dice here on RPGuild, it's the long-term polls that I don't have any idea about. Just so long as the RNG doesn't select the same person consecutively, it sounds good.

As for technology, why do you think the Greek gods were so pissy at Promethius? This is what happens.

I was under the impression that we would be in the bronze age for another several turns. The invention of steel this early was a tad jarring, though if it's magical, rare, and misunderstood, I guess I can accept it for now.

I don't know. As long as there's a gap between innovation and ubiquity, I'd be mostly comfortable. I think it's just that nations move slower than mortal lifespans, which puts temporal consistency at odds between the various elements of this RP. We have a lot of things going on.

As for nations, remember that we have -- at best -- city states with a few protectorate communities under them. At widest, we have tribal nomadic horde cultures. Actual nationhood isn't really a thing yet (not until Yorum or some other unifying arc gets completed). I think what we have now is a fair natural progression from the spread of agriculture (which, admittedly, I thought there was a longer period of time that passed to give that, though Vowzra dying can hand-wave that :P).

The funny thing is that the scale of Galbar appears to be relatively small compared to Earth in terms of territory if, for instance, Vetros controls the entire firewind desert. Local maps are few and far between. It's probably easiest to take it as interpretation rather than accurate measurements.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Fendros leaned on his arms up on the edge of the wagon and waited patiently for one of them to calm down. The woman's response surprised him, though it quickly turned into narrow-eyed suspicion.

"Wait, you don't know what was happening here?" Fendros asked. His tone was not exactly hostile, it was a strange mix of sympathetic confusion. "Surely you would have overheard what went on before we arrived. Do you honestly have no idea what you've gotten yourselves into?"

Being that a few minutes had passed by this point, Sabine had stabilised all that would live long enough to provide answers. Her curious face poked up from behind the walls of the wagon beside Fendros to peer at the Bretons within.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

The shriek turned everyone's heads. None of them had seen a child nearby. Fendros was only half-invested in his vain search of the leader's ashes, so he leapt up and jogged over to where Kaleeth had called him to.

When Fendros propped himself up on the side of the wagon with his hands and feet, he laid eyes on the woman and the girl -- presuming them to be mother and child -- and let out an exasperated breath. "Azura's light..." he breathed, looking to Kaleeth. They had seen her. That would mean they couldn't just let them go. Not to mention, the most likely reason they had to be here was not encouraging.

Fendros raised a hand and tried to talk them down. "Hold on, hold on, we're not here to hurt you." His hand gestured behind him. "This is Kaleeth-rei. She isn't going to hurt you either, isn't that right?" Fendros turned his head. Even if Kaleeth just nodded to show intelligence, it might give them a reason to calm down.

"Okay, okay..." Fendros took another breath as he faced the pair. "Were you sent here by the Viper as well? What are your names?"

If they were Talos worshippers, hopefully they were smart enough to realise that the Thalmor didn't use werecrocodiles, let alone hire Dunmer.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Fendros was quick to point at Rolaan after hearing his whimpers. "Woah, hey, careful around Kaleeth. She's not quite a pack animal." The attention took him away from Malithus, who was already working on the rest of the hostages. Fendros proceeded to scan the rest of the area, sling his bow over his shoulder, and assist with assessing and moving the wounded. He had a healing potion to help where needed.

It didn't take Sabine too long to reset her rib. It would be painful for a while, but she could attend to the other wounded as long as she didn't strain it. She tried not to look at the charred Imperial woman as she went about treating the prisoners, though images of her demise kept brushing across her eyes.

The work was quick and quiet. Soon, the remaining prisoners would be loaded, unconscious and bound into the back of the wagon and they could start moving them to the meeting spot.

Fendros was still disappointed about not getting their leader alive. He focussed on the task at hand for now. Before they started moving, Fendros took one last look at the charred remains of the leader to see if any identifying jewellery or other items survived.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@Antarctic Termite I see no mutual exclusion between those two statements. Snorple is the key. Snorple holds the answer to everything.

We have to protect Snorple.