Nachogod

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Character: Bromann Dudemiester
Status: Thoroughly Unnerved.

As the dead began to rise Bromanns face would pale a bit, the unnatural movements and way they surged forward as one just felt…wrong. Yet he quickly shook himself from his initial discomfort and pressed on, tossing a quick “come on” over his shoulder at Rachel as he began to move closer. Nocking another two arrows he would take his time Aiming for the Elk creature and trying to put this shot right in its forehead. He would move to the left of Ironbelle still behind the mechanical construct but off to its left about fifteen feet waiting for the perfect shot alignmen.

He had waited for Axol to take his swing, noting Ironbelle Striking in tandem with him so that he was sure neither of them would be either his backstop or in interception of his shot. Finally he would exhale, holding his breath to keep steady and let fly the twin arrows. “Go back to being dead please.” He would say quietly as the shots sailed side by side through the air.

Actions

Move into position
Carefully take aim.
Ability use: Double tap

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Character: Bromann dudemeister

Status: Getting his head in the game.

The battlefield was pure chaos, yet for whatever reason it all seemed to click in that chaos. He saw the smaller creature take the arrow to the side, then back, while the third was a miss. Ironbelle Managed to get in between them, Rachaels attack didnt go as planned, and Both Andrea and seemed to be thriving. It was the words of the latter that cut through his musings. “Let the fight steer me…” he would repeat to himself, in that very instant his mind seemed to empty and his body handled business on its own. Stepping about three paces to the left and backing away from the approaching beasts he would nock an arrow. He would line his shot up just above Ironbelle’s, over the Shields top, awaiting the pattern in the creatures flailings before letting his arrow fly.

Wasting no time he would quickly nock a second arrow and turn to aim at the larger creature, choosing the leg opposite to Andrea’s position and zeroing in on the Knee he would let fly another shot. Turning slightly he would call out to Rachel “Stay close. Keep that flame thing you just did at the ready.” He would say flatly, his usual jovial tone replaced with a firmer and equally confident tone.

Actions

1. Moving left & backwards about 10-12ft
2. Ability Selective firing, Aiming above Ironbelles shoulder at the smaller creature,
3. Fired Basic attack aiming at Larger creatures Knee.

[West Empire-Kingdom of Rotia Border] Beneath The Sands

Character: Francis Fouquenot
Status: Elbow deep in prep work.

Francis was still in the process of identifying the taste of the strange disembodied hands when their source revealed itself. A skeletal creature with multiple limbs. His beady eyes would lock on the creature but he would say nothing to it, opting to let his allies do the talking. From what he had gathered this creature was a sort of crypt guard and as such would likely know the location of what they sought, or at least what the others sought. In francis case he had found what it was he sought. Magic. He was a tad ashamed that the answer to his question of culinary excellence was staring him so blatantly in the face. Magic. It had an energized undertone, with earthy notes that may well have been the creatures own ‘seasoning.’ Nonetheless his cold eyes never left the creature even as a smile began to spread.

His allies were in the process of negotiating with the creature, and francis heard an awful lot of carrot with very little stick, besides that which came from Von Mackstien. So he figured he would help in that regard. Fiddling around in his bag he would produce a pot, add to said pot some water from his canteen and then move about with his water filled receptacle until he found some still smoking debris. A bit of tinder added around the coals, some rocks moved about to form a base and viola, he had the beginnings of a boil. “Be sure you negotiate in good faith.” He would say to the creature as he took a seat beside his pot. Giving the skeleton an unblinking stare, even as he fished through his back for something yet to be seen.

[West Empire-Kingdom of Rotia Border] Beneath The Sands

Character: Francis Fouquenot
Status: Trying new recipes.

For a brief moment Francis was startled and confused as he found himself stumbling, dropping his pan in the process. Glancing down he spotted the source of his lack of grace. Two ghostly hands gripping his legs. There was a fraction of a second where he had begun to panic…but upon recalling his frying pan intercepting one he would muse to himself. “libère-moi” he exclaimed as he fished in his bag for what he hoped would be a solution to his predicament. Grabbing the first tube he found he would draw it and shake pepper over the two hands. Cursing he cast the pepper aside and fished out his second tube…salt. Shaking that onto the ghostly hands he would pause for a moment hoping that would do something yet when the response didnt come fast enough he took drastic measures. Pulling his left ankle up and bending down he would try to bite the hand off of his left ankle…inwardly hoping the seasonings made it more palatable.

Actions
1: Peppering the ghost hand
2: Salting the Ghost hand
3: Basic attack, Biting. (Elasticity F, Devour F, Enhanced digestion F)

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Character: Bromann Dudemiester
Status: Discovering A concerning response to fear.

Bromann was on edge as the group began to leave the fort. He had already drawn at least one arrow and had it in his left hand just in case he needed to respond quickly. He found that his anxiety did not abate as they traveled on. Instead he kept his head on a swivel keeping aware of his surroundings with squirrel like twitchy motion's. Still for all his scanning and careful glances he almost missed the lump in the middle of the road when the snow began to shift. Suddenly the dinnof battle from the fort behind him seemed to go silent. He wasnt sure if his allies were saying anything as he could only hear his own heartbeat in his ears as he watched the large form rise from the road. Still his body moved on its own, a good thing as his mind had seemed to go blank. He knocked the arrow in his hand and was just about to fire when he noticed the ditch skittering creature and he shifted his aim to that creature letting an arrow fly directly at its jagged maw. Unsatisfied he would already be reaching back into his quiver before his first shot even hit the target.

Knocking Two arrows simultaneously, he would quickly draw and loose them both at the same insect like elk aberration. As far as his limited cognitive capacity was concerned it looked faster and indeed moved quicker than the first. If he could pick that thing off it would make it easier to focus on the larger beast and wear it down with his allies. He shouted aloud hoping to direct his allies and coordinate with them, at least filling them in on his plans…but all that came out was “KILL IT KILLIT!!!” He shouted in a frantic tone that sounded to be having fun…despite that being the furthest from the truth. His nervous habit of smiling was still in effect apparently and it made it sound as if his frantic shouting was being uttered through a smile.

Actions
1. Basic Attack on Smaller creature.
2. Nocking 2 more arrows (Prepare for attack)
3. Ability- Double Tap: (Range F, Hotshot F) Both arrows at Smaller creature.

[East Empire ryke border] A friendly visit

Möhr Had been sleeping fitfully in the wagon when the bumpy terrain gave way to smother streets. Incidentally it was that very same loss of jostling movement that would bring him to the world of the waking. He would climb out of the wagon causing it to wobble noticeably though not enough to be of any concern to the wagons owner, who was his current employer. Sure he wasnt the only guard there, but the other Five were not particularly sharp, couldnt read the room like Möhr could, and he wagered they couldn’t hit quite as good as him. But he wasnt one known for being right…he was more known for his left.

“Seems like we left da sticks, Whys we waitin around?” He would announce in a tone that was equal parts sarcasm and bemusement. His gaze sweeping across his employer and the two traveling companions gathered there.

[West Empire-Kingdom of Rotia Border] Beneath The Sands

Character: Francis
Status: Startled and Irritated.

After throwing the flask at Aldearin he was pleasantly surprised at the way it seemed to land perfectly in the mans hand, despite knowing deep down that he had done very little to contribute to that fact, he would still count it as a win. He only had a few moments to enjoy his self assured success when the spectral voice and the hands made their attempt to grab him. “And What would you know of where i belong?” He would say in a jeering tone as he ungracefully Began to highstep in an effort to get free of the hands grasp. Simultaneously he would grab one of the pans dangling from his back, gripping it with both hands and making an effort to block attempts to grab him. “Dead don’t belong here either yet here you are!” He would further insult the Spectral hands as they rose and he continued backing away.

Actions:
1 Attempt to Highstep away (Speed G)
2 Draw cast iron skillet
3 Attempt melee Attack on Hands (Str G) ((No FS, No Weapon Grade.))

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Character: Bromann Dudemiester
Status: Undeservingly Confident

The blasting of the horn had cut the admittedly growing awkwardness of the conversation like a hot knife through butter. Bromann was greatful for the interruption but only until he heard the orders he and the others would be tasked with following. Slowly his smirk would begin to spread across his face again, a clear sign of his nerves. His eyes would shift from between Andrea, Axol, Rachel, and the Guy with the mecha suit. A chuckling “Not the time Axol,if we make it out alive then we can discuss the books.” Was the first reply, hopefully the levity in the statement did not completely overshadow his firmness. “Aye andrea, The faster we move the more likely we will be able to get there before the enemy floods the area. The tower is more defensible, at least more so than an open field. If we are able to get a defensive position in place we might be able to attract enough of the creatures to give the fort some breathing room.” He would say analyzing their situation with a shrewd eye and an optimistic outlook.

He readied himself taking his bow off of his back and gripping an arrow in his free hand, waiting at the gate for his allies to gather. He hadnt laid eyes on the Tower in the velley, had no idea how far they would have to run, yet he was worried a tad about Rachel and the mage. He wagered Axol and Andrea would be alright, they looked like they would be at home in a state of combat. The Robot guy, earlier had moved across the snow with enough ease that Bromann figured he would be the first to the tower, but rachel…he was not sure about. She seemed uncomfortable with the mission at hand, and he was by no means sure about her ability to run, or fight for that matter. “We’ve got this.” He muttered to himself, the grin on his face mixed with his wide eyes surely made him look manic, his anxiety was through the roof. Yet this flood of adrenaline was exactly what he was looking for, and for the first time in years he not only felt alive, but as if his actions would soon matter in a way they had not for most if not all of his life.

[West Empire-Kingdom of Rotia Border] Beneath The Sands

Character: Francis Fouquenot

Status: Wishing he had done more cardio.

The chef inspected the runes with no earthly idea what he was looking at but nonetheless impressed by the skillful craftsmanship that went into the design. He listened absentmindedly as the others spoke around him but made no real effort to get invested in any of theit conversations, for now it was enough to listen and assess the group he was traveling with. The click however seemed louder than any conversation going on around them.

BOOM!!!

Francis barely has the time to react to what unfolds before him. Suddenly the roof begins to cave in not too far ahead of him near that man with the Sword, he believed his name was Alaerin, the Thunderous retort of guns echoed, and flames began filling the narrow tunnel from the golem. In the midst of all this chaos Silus threw his potion. Normally Francis would have had no hope in catching something in a situation like this, but perhaps it was the flames making him feel at home, perhaps it was the fact that the potion was a drinknof sorts and thus fell into the food category, or perhaps it was just luck but nonetheless, he managed to catch the potion.

He was already halfway turned to run when the potion landed in his hands, he eyes it briefly before determining that it would be better used by that Alaerin gentleman. (Appraisal F) Thus he made what may well have been the most foolish decision of his life. “ rien ne va ici” he muttered to himself as he began to sprint, as carefully as one could, towards the lightning wielding swordsman. “Oi, stormy homme!” He would shout hoping it made it past all the cross noise, he got maybe ten feet from the man when he tossed the gifted potion to him calling out once more “Behind you, DRINK!”

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Character: Bromann Dudemiester
Status: Growing more optimistic.

Bromann left eyebrow rose with intrigue not sure if he believed her fantastic claim. “Thats…” he started, speaking slower than usual as if mulling over the words she said even as he spoke. “A great deal more interesting than my trip here.” he would say with a bit of a smirk. If her story was actually true, having a potentially wealthy family would certainly make his journey easier. However if it were true then she had been whisked away by a god and given a personal divine guide. That would certainly make his journey more easy. However…there was still a chance that she was off her rocker. If that were the case then the proper thing to do would still be to return her to her family, it would just make doing so Exceedingly more difficult. Either way, his response would likely have been the same. “Sounds to me like you are a literal godsend. Which i would wager belongs in a place like this about as much as everyone possibly more…tell ya what if you would like after we make it through this i can try to help you make it back home? I help you your family helps me, win-win. We just gotta get through”

Mere moments after his words left his mouth a mechanical being strode in a gracefully as if it were skating across the frozen group. At first he was startled and instinctively reached for his bow, but then the mechanical thing stopped, waved, and opened up to pull a short man out of its chest cavity. Finally bromanns other eyebrow would raise. “Howdy to you too…um,whats you purpose here?” He would ask, trying to sound official like a guard or something, and hoping their arrival was another ally to add to their barracks, the more they had the better, a foreboding sense in the back of his mind told him they would need all the help they could get.