Janius' opponent was without help from his allies, but he was stubborn. When Janius got close enough to engulf the spearman in fire, he thrust his spear a number of times to keep him away. Janius had to back off, but the man fell shouted and fell forward. Behind him, Runt retracted the nail she had found from the behind the man's leg and pinned him for long enough to sink it into his torso. When she got up, Janius sent one last fireball spell upon him to keep him down.
With Ahnasha's help, Fendros was able to sidestep and swiftly pass his dagger across the wounded hunter's neck as he stumbled towards him from Ahnasha's kick. Looking around, Fendros saw the Orc struggling with a seemingly smoking Lorag, both of them enraged epitomes of strength and ferocity. Nearby, Fendros' stomach dropped as he saw Meesei on the ground with the Orc's spear running right through her. His eyes grew wide as his nightmares flashed back to him. He was frozen in place for a moment, there were no more of the Orc's followers to fight, all were dead or dying on the ground.
"Meesei, no!" Janius' reaction was for more pronounced. He looked to the Orc hunter with a fear and rage not normally seen outside of his beast form. He picked up the spear of his previous opponent and ran towards the Orc where Lorag and he were fighting and tried to thrust it into the Orc's side.
Sabine didn't betray much in her eyes, she was worried as well. In an instant, she was my Meesei's side, assessing the wound. They had left her potions further back down the tunnel when they transformed, what were they to do? The silver wound would not close easily even if she pulled out the spear, and in such a spot on her body... Sabine's pleading face shot up to Fendros and Ahnasha. "Potions!" Sabine shouted.
The shout snapped Fendros back into reality. He didn't need to be told what else to do. He sprinted back through the tunnels the way they came. It was a distance back, but he had to save Meesei. He ran as fast as he could, he didn't realise until then how unreal her death would seem. He couldn't let that happen.
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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
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The gas was a shock to Fendros' entire system. He stumbled to the ground as he felt the beast thrashing and rearing in his mind, before it fled like a dog from a whip. It was a few moments before he recovered and processed what had just happened. He was smaller. He looked down to his hands and found that he was in his Dunmer form again. Naked and unarmed, he suddenly felt very vulnerable against the Orc and his final cohort.
Meesei held back their magical assault and Ahnasha was still able to use her bound bow. That's right! Bound weapons! Fendros tried to calm himself for a moment to try and summon a bound dagger. It was difficult with all of the commotion.
Janius was in a similar position, but had recovered quicker than Fendros. He had looked around for anything he could use as a weapon. Spotting nothing viable, he decided to start using his own magics some more. He wouldn't bother with a bound weapon just yet. His fighting style was not nearly as effective without a shield as he would be just burning his opponents. With the mage out of action for the moment, Janius swept his arms in the air in front of him, releasing small fiery projectiles at one of the warriors. With his shield, the warrior was able to block each of the spells, but obscured his vision as Janius closed in with a deliberately paced walk. He would need to be covered, but as soon as he got close enough, he intended to cast flames over the hunter's entire body.
After several frustrating moments, Fendros finally managed to keep his bound dagger in Mundus in a state that he could use. The dagger was larger than most, so he could somewhat use it in a fight, but the warriors had better reach with their weapons and defending himself would be a significant challenge. He paced up to the second warrior, set to exploit his freedom of movement however he could. There was no obvious opening, no immediate way that Fendros could see how to get close without being hit himself. A a small combination of attacks from the warrior what Fendros barely managed to defend against before he broke off only brought the sense of urgency closer. At least the warrior was occupied, rather than interrupting Meesei, who appeared to be challenging the Orc directly.
Runt was nowhere to be seen, having slunk away in the initial mist. She knew that facing these opponents directly would not do any good. She was dangerous when unseen though.
Meesei held back their magical assault and Ahnasha was still able to use her bound bow. That's right! Bound weapons! Fendros tried to calm himself for a moment to try and summon a bound dagger. It was difficult with all of the commotion.
Janius was in a similar position, but had recovered quicker than Fendros. He had looked around for anything he could use as a weapon. Spotting nothing viable, he decided to start using his own magics some more. He wouldn't bother with a bound weapon just yet. His fighting style was not nearly as effective without a shield as he would be just burning his opponents. With the mage out of action for the moment, Janius swept his arms in the air in front of him, releasing small fiery projectiles at one of the warriors. With his shield, the warrior was able to block each of the spells, but obscured his vision as Janius closed in with a deliberately paced walk. He would need to be covered, but as soon as he got close enough, he intended to cast flames over the hunter's entire body.
After several frustrating moments, Fendros finally managed to keep his bound dagger in Mundus in a state that he could use. The dagger was larger than most, so he could somewhat use it in a fight, but the warriors had better reach with their weapons and defending himself would be a significant challenge. He paced up to the second warrior, set to exploit his freedom of movement however he could. There was no obvious opening, no immediate way that Fendros could see how to get close without being hit himself. A a small combination of attacks from the warrior what Fendros barely managed to defend against before he broke off only brought the sense of urgency closer. At least the warrior was occupied, rather than interrupting Meesei, who appeared to be challenging the Orc directly.
Runt was nowhere to be seen, having slunk away in the initial mist. She knew that facing these opponents directly would not do any good. She was dangerous when unseen though.
I think I'm going to need to wait until other people join in on the dinner that Cook has graciously made for us before I do any more interaction.
Their approach after breaching the walls was something more akin to a shock and awe approach than their previous tactic. All of them were in their beast forms and nothing was going to stop them catching up to the Orc hunter.
With the guards posted onto the rock wall being short work, they came across another formation. This time they didn't have high-ground archers stopping them, and Meesei had taken full advantage by compromising their line and causing their formation to break. It was a move that presented great risk to herself, as evidenced by the scratch she took across her front, but these hunters were not as disciplined as they needed to be to survive.
Fendros, Ahnasha, Janius and Sabine each picked their own target. With little chance of helping each other, the bouts ended with either the hunters' bodies being eviscerated by claws or ripped in some form by the pack's teeth. Courtesy of being injured, Janius' opponent managed to fend him off for a moment, but the hunter made the mistake of being too aggressive. Janius still held enough control over his mind to grab the man's spear and pull him up into the range of his other claw, resulting in the man's death. Sabine had decided to take a similar route to Meesei, but managed to reach a higher point and jump a little further in order to reach her target. The beleaguered swordswoman she landed on hardly had a chance as she had been attempting to defend herself from Ahnasha and Fendros with her remaining companions. The moment of distraction gave Ahnasha and Fendros the opportunity they needed to follow through and leap onto the remaining hunters.
With the fight over, Fendros couldn't help but think that maybe they were getting ahead of the hunters. There were a lot of them, evidently, but whatever they were trying to set up here, it either didn't trigger or didn't work. Without realising it, Fendros was falling for his own sense of security now. There was no time to reflect, however. They had to keep moving.
With the guards posted onto the rock wall being short work, they came across another formation. This time they didn't have high-ground archers stopping them, and Meesei had taken full advantage by compromising their line and causing their formation to break. It was a move that presented great risk to herself, as evidenced by the scratch she took across her front, but these hunters were not as disciplined as they needed to be to survive.
Fendros, Ahnasha, Janius and Sabine each picked their own target. With little chance of helping each other, the bouts ended with either the hunters' bodies being eviscerated by claws or ripped in some form by the pack's teeth. Courtesy of being injured, Janius' opponent managed to fend him off for a moment, but the hunter made the mistake of being too aggressive. Janius still held enough control over his mind to grab the man's spear and pull him up into the range of his other claw, resulting in the man's death. Sabine had decided to take a similar route to Meesei, but managed to reach a higher point and jump a little further in order to reach her target. The beleaguered swordswoman she landed on hardly had a chance as she had been attempting to defend herself from Ahnasha and Fendros with her remaining companions. The moment of distraction gave Ahnasha and Fendros the opportunity they needed to follow through and leap onto the remaining hunters.
With the fight over, Fendros couldn't help but think that maybe they were getting ahead of the hunters. There were a lot of them, evidently, but whatever they were trying to set up here, it either didn't trigger or didn't work. Without realising it, Fendros was falling for his own sense of security now. There was no time to reflect, however. They had to keep moving.
After Meesei had done what she could about his leg, Janius agreed with her, but decided to wait until the situation demanded either form.
The next passage allowed them another glimpse of their quarry. The next series of events got Fendros wondering. He was waiting for them all, why was he just standing there? He couldn't have set up the cave in in the time it took to deal with his hunters. The whole situation made Fendros uneasy about transforming, as if doing so played into the orc's hands, but there was no other way. He shifted his form without taking the time to remove his chitin armour properly, causing some pieces to crack. They couldn't spare a single moment.
Janius decided to down his agility potion before transforming for the effect to carry over to his beast form, and it showed with the pace he set.
Working together, the pack burrowed and displaced as much of the rocks and dirt as their limbs could shift. Fendros found himself in sync with his beast form almost completely at this point, both fractions of his consciousness vying to pursue the orc on the other side of the rubble.
The next passage allowed them another glimpse of their quarry. The next series of events got Fendros wondering. He was waiting for them all, why was he just standing there? He couldn't have set up the cave in in the time it took to deal with his hunters. The whole situation made Fendros uneasy about transforming, as if doing so played into the orc's hands, but there was no other way. He shifted his form without taking the time to remove his chitin armour properly, causing some pieces to crack. They couldn't spare a single moment.
Janius decided to down his agility potion before transforming for the effect to carry over to his beast form, and it showed with the pace he set.
Working together, the pack burrowed and displaced as much of the rocks and dirt as their limbs could shift. Fendros found himself in sync with his beast form almost completely at this point, both fractions of his consciousness vying to pursue the orc on the other side of the rubble.
Snapping back to his senses with Meesei's command, Fendros nodded and strode around retrieving as many intact arrows as he could find.
Sabine, looking up from her last kill, followed Lorag into position, glancing at Janius but trusting in Meesei to deal with the situation.
Janius didn't have to be told twice to drink the potion Meesei handed him. It relieved some of the pain as promised, but removing the arrow was still a long moment of torture, followed by instant relief. "Why on earth didn't I drink that agility potion before this bout," he mumbled. Meesei's work on his leg was prolonged relief as he caught his breath. "Thanks alpha," He strained to say, "I'm not out, but I don't think I'll be sprinting anywhere else today."
Fendros managed to find about fourteen arrows before he looked over to Janius and Meesei again. "Is he going to be alright?"
Janius grinned as if it was nothing. "I'll be fine, he didn't kill me."
Sabine, looking up from her last kill, followed Lorag into position, glancing at Janius but trusting in Meesei to deal with the situation.
Janius didn't have to be told twice to drink the potion Meesei handed him. It relieved some of the pain as promised, but removing the arrow was still a long moment of torture, followed by instant relief. "Why on earth didn't I drink that agility potion before this bout," he mumbled. Meesei's work on his leg was prolonged relief as he caught his breath. "Thanks alpha," He strained to say, "I'm not out, but I don't think I'll be sprinting anywhere else today."
Fendros managed to find about fourteen arrows before he looked over to Janius and Meesei again. "Is he going to be alright?"
Janius grinned as if it was nothing. "I'll be fine, he didn't kill me."
Ninja dinner. By ten minutes... appending mah post.
"Charmed, you can call me Leopold." Leo said, reciprocating the warrior's flat tone, but more out of exhaustion than sorrow, "I'll deal with the wound when I've had some food and some sleep. For now, firstly, you have my thanks for saving my life. Both of you. Cheer up." Leo looked not only to Talon, but to the quiet dwarf that had dressed his wound. "But, you've been here for longer than I have," Leo squinted at Talon questioningly, "I thought this place was my mind finally breaking, but it's real. What is this place?-"
Before Talon could respond, a loud shout sounded from the front door. Dredges? It seemed to move some people into action, so Leo thought it only appropriate to see why. He slid off the table and tried to keep his balance, he really shouldn't be moving too much with such blood loss, but he didn't much care at this point. His crossbow was on the table as well, obviously shifted out of the way to treat him. He picked it up and loaded it with his foot and his good hand, before walking somewhat clumsily to the door. He didn't much mind whether Talon was following him, but he shouted back to the warrior all the same, "Remind me to buy you a drink for your troubles, master Drayben."
Out of the door was nothing short of madness. Rotting demonic canines were ravaging various standers-by, while being ravaged in return by others. One of the creatures was latched on to a gruff looking human's arm, apparently causing him no small amount of trouble. Lazily, Leo hefted his crossbow, bearing the pain of resting its length on his raised elbow for the moment to aim, and took an easy shot onto the rotting dog's middle body, causing it to writhe for a moment before becoming limp on the human's arm. There were others about. A dwarf was facing one off with a couple of hatchets, dancing like a performer, and there was an armoured man -no, lizardfolk?- nearer to the edge of the clearing having more trouble.
Before he knew it, the situation seemed to be containing itself. Leo's curiosity had been spent and he had seen enough. "That's it, I'm going to bed..." He spun on his heel and walked at a deliberate pace back into the bar room, before laying his crossbow at a table, sitting down, and resting his chin on his arms on the table. He fell asleep almost immediately.
Leo snorted awake at someone nudging him on the shoulder, however. It was a serving maid, apparently someone had purchased him some food. Moving his head out of the way, he accepted it without question, nodding to the maid before beholding what he had been given. Stew! Some description of meat and vegetables, but stew! Warm, hearty, thick, filling stew! The smell was so rich it almost made Leo faint. It even had bread to mop it up. He looked around, it seemed that not everyone had come for dinner yet. Was the strange show outside still going? No matter, he had noticed how hungry he was and began his meal, savouring it so as not to regurgitate it if he ate too quickly. The first mouthful felt like he had been relieved of the task of carrying the world. The bliss persisted for the entire meal.
Before Talon could respond, a loud shout sounded from the front door. Dredges? It seemed to move some people into action, so Leo thought it only appropriate to see why. He slid off the table and tried to keep his balance, he really shouldn't be moving too much with such blood loss, but he didn't much care at this point. His crossbow was on the table as well, obviously shifted out of the way to treat him. He picked it up and loaded it with his foot and his good hand, before walking somewhat clumsily to the door. He didn't much mind whether Talon was following him, but he shouted back to the warrior all the same, "Remind me to buy you a drink for your troubles, master Drayben."
Out of the door was nothing short of madness. Rotting demonic canines were ravaging various standers-by, while being ravaged in return by others. One of the creatures was latched on to a gruff looking human's arm, apparently causing him no small amount of trouble. Lazily, Leo hefted his crossbow, bearing the pain of resting its length on his raised elbow for the moment to aim, and took an easy shot onto the rotting dog's middle body, causing it to writhe for a moment before becoming limp on the human's arm. There were others about. A dwarf was facing one off with a couple of hatchets, dancing like a performer, and there was an armoured man -no, lizardfolk?- nearer to the edge of the clearing having more trouble.
Before he knew it, the situation seemed to be containing itself. Leo's curiosity had been spent and he had seen enough. "That's it, I'm going to bed..." He spun on his heel and walked at a deliberate pace back into the bar room, before laying his crossbow at a table, sitting down, and resting his chin on his arms on the table. He fell asleep almost immediately.
Leo snorted awake at someone nudging him on the shoulder, however. It was a serving maid, apparently someone had purchased him some food. Moving his head out of the way, he accepted it without question, nodding to the maid before beholding what he had been given. Stew! Some description of meat and vegetables, but stew! Warm, hearty, thick, filling stew! The smell was so rich it almost made Leo faint. It even had bread to mop it up. He looked around, it seemed that not everyone had come for dinner yet. Was the strange show outside still going? No matter, he had noticed how hungry he was and began his meal, savouring it so as not to regurgitate it if he ate too quickly. The first mouthful felt like he had been relieved of the task of carrying the world. The bliss persisted for the entire meal.
No one panic. Everything is back. Now, who's still alive?
Well, that was a disappointing lapse in the sight. At least I was on the IRC when the big M defibrillated the server (apparently it reset itself for some reason).
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