RP:Skirmishes in the City
Part of the Rynvale Darkest Night Arc
Summary: What had begun as another quiet but tension filled evening in the lull before the expected storm of war, suddenly explodes into a conflict that finds the defenders of Rynvale’s peace fighting on two different fronts. While an imp wraith minion of the Time Lord Vuryal draws members of the island’s wolf pack into a trap for the parasite, another nuisance to that wolf family makes it difficult for the rest of the pack to come to their aid.
Characters: Ixiel, Bozrah, Niawtu, Ciya,Vuryal, Mahri, Bainwen, Keturah, Angelo, Kirien, Sterling, Roelstra, Kirien, Nalani, Athyaron, Lynette, Araina, Leoxander, Arien, Jolie, Kasyr, Satoshi, Ranok, Tysinni, Alaine, Groth, Hanan.
Location: Rynvale; The Broken Barrel Inn, Rynvale intersection.
The Broken Barrel, and a skirmish already underway…
Nalani shifted her weight to shove herself off to the side, though not quick enough. The wraith’s claws would promptly bury themselves into the lycan’s arm, she hissed lowly before she unsheathed the dagger and aimed to bring it up the wraiths chest, hoping to at least make him back up so she could change into her wolf skin.
Ixiel parries the thrust from the woman, the dagger scratching its steel upon the bones that compose the chest plate of the creature of the night. His arms flail once more, this time in a hugging type strike, aimed at slashing both sides of the woman as he lunges forward to add to the momentum of his deadly strike.
Bainwen gripped her rapier hilt tightly, not yet drawing the blade. She didn't want to interfere and risk hurting Nalani by mistake. But she was tense, very tense.
Araina had a mind to merely relax in the barrel, but she should have known better. Who the hell relaxed these days? But the sight she met more than bothered her, the anger and exasperation she'd been feeling all week coming to the forefront. The shift was swift and done in mid-leap, open jaws directed at any open skin really, and if there were none, to crunch through the armor he wore. A rapid thought was silently given to the young, "Don't let him bite you Dodger."
Nalani called out to the words trying her hardest to avoid any more injuries then she had. With a shove, she pushes away from the wraith, or attempts to at least get some distance between it and her, dagger held out for the one side as she tries to at least keep the creature’s jaws away from her if the escape failed. Sword at her other hip completely forgotten at the moment.
Nalani called out to the words, " Didn't plan on it!" She growled, trying.
Ixiel growls, or some sort of noise within the confines of his blood stained hood, the voice shrill enough to curdle the blood of even the strongest of fighters. His ashen gaze catches sight of the mid-flight lycan, his attention diverted from his first prey. This predator loved the hunt, and he was good at it as he envelops himself within the shadows of the tavern, slipping away from the second assailant through the usage of his special gift. He reemerges into view behind Nalani, or at best within an arm's reach as his hands cut through the tense atmosphere, aimed towards the woman's neck in hopes of severing the spinal cord with those malicious claws he owns.
Araina wasn't an Alpha for nothing, and knew more than a little about shadows. As the ability was garnered and used by magic, though Araina couldn't see the male when she landed, she felt the magic, and the direction in which it came. Emerald hues cast stark obsidian as the druid called for her aid, a gale of wind barreling against the back of the coyote, most likely pressing her forward under its weight and saving the young from more than a mere scratch. The ebon wolf faced them, staying her ground for the moment not wanting the male to catch her by surprise as well. Her words were audible, a low, chilling growl within the tavern, " Nalani, get out of the way." She probably wouldn't listen, damned stubborn dog.
Nalani growled loudly when the man had just.. dissipated out of view and she looked around quickly, not expecting for the wraith to be behind her. She could feel the stinging of the wound in her arm and it wasn't long before she was stumbling forward with a yelp, turning quite suddenly to face the male and the wolf. " I'm not letting you fight him by yourself." She snorted like the alpha was insane. Her stormy grey eyes locked once again on the wraith.
Bainwen looked about as the wraith vanished into the shadows, her long ebon locks shifting with each turn of her head. When she saw him reappear behind Nalani, she took her chance, unsheathing the rapier and slashing with it in one fluid motion, her aim that outstretched arm. From her place beside, or behind if Araina's wind gust had worked, the coyote, she shouldn't have to worry about hitting the other.
Ixiel shrieks, a truly hideous sound that causes multiple glasses behind the bar to break into shards instantaneously. The wraith slowly allows his blood-stained hood to drop to his shoulders, the grotesque face, or what is left of one, tossing its gaze from side to side, looking towards the prey that seem to have stacked up against him this eve. Not one for backing away from a good hunt, and this was a very good one, Ixiel begins to run towards Ariana, only to suddenly disappear into the darkness once again, the shady lights within the Broken Barrel playing well to his liking. Just then, a cold chill comes bursting into the tavern. In a moment, it turns beyond frigid here as the remnants of mugs begin to ice over, the fire almost fizzling from view. The flooring of this place soon begins to ice over with blackened ice that seems to creep higher upon anything that is unfortunate enough to be attached to the ground. A slight beating of wings is heard, though it is hard to pinpoint from the ruckus being tossed about here as Ixiel watches his enchantment go to work from a safe distance away...
Araina growled lowly at Nalani, though it wasn't though much of further than that, her attention now solely on the wraith. If she found repulsion in his visage, she showed no sign, and emerald hues closed automatically, the female now attuned to his magic. Padded feet began to slip against the black ice, and with little thought she shifted back into human form, uncaring of the quite vulnerable state she was left in. " Elemental." Lips crooked in a smile as the druid chanted softly, " See who likes to play with fire." The floor beneath glowed brightly as flames burst from it, raised and controlled by her careful hand. However, due to a higher power, suddenly the barrel was free of the wraith, and of any magic that had occurred, leaving things still and much too quiet, " The hell?" Still-obsidian hues scanned the area, not entirely convinced of their freedom. " Dodger, get over here. You too." She wasn't sure who Bainwen was, but she carried the scent of pack.
Bainwen covered her ears at the glass shattering screech, rapier still grasped, but carefully so that it would not cut her pretty face. As the screams subsided, she turned to slash again at the Wraith, only to have him disappear amid the shadows once more. Ice sent a chill down her spine, but soon had vanished as flames roared to life around them, and all traces of the wraith seemed to disappear. The elf moved toward the lycan on her command, assuming her to be a part of Angelo and Nalani's pack. "Too easy." She muttered, referring to the seeming retreat of their adversary.
Athyaron had heard the screams from outside and came dashing into the Barrel, door hitting the wall with a loud thud as the male kicked it in. He caught two..no three familiar scents, all belonging to people he knew and his heart was racing some. What in the bloody hell made a noise so vile? Standing idle for just a moment, the male withdrew his crossbow and loaded a fire enchanted bolt into it as a precaution as he looked about before he spotted Araina and Co. "The hell is going on in here?" he asked curiously as he made his way toward Araina, duty bound to protect her.
Sterling shouted, "-A painful howl echos into the night, resounding just outside of the Barrel.-"
Araina said to Athyaron, "Get outside now, pack needs help. Ath, protect Sterling like you would your Alpha. Go, now."
Athyaron said to you, "Understood" Athyaron exits south.
Nalani managed to keep her footing on the ice as much as she could but she looked a bit like a deer trying to stand up for it's first time. Maybe those drinks weren't such a good idea. Once the ice subsided and the man disappeared from view, she quickly made her way over to Araina, the pain of her right arm causing her to snarl a bit. " What in the seven hells was that?" She growled, making to look about the inn, her shoulders were tense as she placed her other hand over her arm, the blood seeping between her fingers.
Ixiel hisses as the fire erupts beneath the flooring, the ice sizzling from view. However, this does not stop the wraith from reacting as he lands from his perch against the southwest corner of the tavern. His glowing steely eyes erupt with delight as he now lunges forward, not towards any here, as they are quite some distance away. But instead, his hand swipes over the fires that roar, turning their golden flames into a pitch black inferno, the blaze corrupted with the dark arts coursing through the created's veins.
Another clap of thunder, louder than the first, erupts into Hollow's delicate landscape. A shrill howl follows it, similar to the first. Another creature? Surely not... How devious would that be?
Bozrah steps from the shadows, allowing the cloak of invisibility he so effortlessly weaves to fade away. Grey eyes, hollow and empty, stare at those foolish enough to defy his master, the Time Lord Vuryal. The deceased wraith's aura consumes the light around him, like a ravenous lion, yet he makes no move to intervene. He remains there still, every so often clenching his twisted claws.
Araina cast a glance at the coyote, making certain she was physically alright before her attention returned to that of the wraith, or more accurately the black flames that now erupted from his hand. But not just one, there was another, and Araina nearly rolled her eyes at the appearance. " Can't you just have a drink and relax anymore without corpses trying to kill you?" She eyed them both, but spread her hands to back away, just a few steps, with the other two. She leaned towards the only non-lycan with them and whispered to the elf before tossing her head back with an unholy growl that would sound throughout the land.
Araina whispered to Bainwen, "I'm going to sound the alarm, get the wolves from outside, would you?"
Araina shouted, "~ A mighty howl is heard, calling any pack in the vicinity to the Barrel. Aid is needed~"
Bainwen gave a nod to Araina, and turned to run out the door, rapier still in hand.
Bainwen exits south.
Vuryal : A black mist suddenly begins to grow in intensity here, almost clouding vision. Something... 'fiendish'... appears to be at work within this pissing hole called a tavern in Rynvalian terms.
Upon the isle of Rynvale, a black mist begins to grow in intensity, covering the center of the city. One might say something... "fiendish"... is at work in this land.
Lynette ran into the tavern quickly at already being outside the doors from the other fight. She didn't know what to expect when entering but she kept her guard up and was building energy. For she knew this was going to be a long night.
Bozrah turns his empty eyes to Araina as she calls forth her pack. The wraith opens his mouth and seems to speak, yet his words cannot be heard. Before the twisted servant of Vuryal begins to laugh. It comes from everywhere and nowhere, filling the room with a tangible sense of madness and despair. For a long moment it lasts, drowning out all other sounds, before the dark mage abruptly resumes his silent staring, letting those in the room know he is far from impressed.
Mahri isn't far behind Lynette. And enters smack dab in the middle of..laughter? It's soon ended though and Mahri is scanning the interior. For some reason, she expected the parasite to have arrived personally. The beta will have one hand on the hilt of her dagger and the other carelessly tracing sigils in the air. They flash briefly before fading away, the ancient spells of protection coming like second nature to the druid, learned at her mother's knee, they were meant to keep evil out while healing patients. Too bad Mahri hadn't followed in her mother's footsteps.
Nalani had some very unholy curses coming out of her mouth as she noticed the other wraith and the black mist, " Uh, Rain... This doesn't look too good." She growled, her eyes moving to Bozrah, silently sizing the creature up as the dagger would be removed from its sheath again, her feet spread to shoulder length apart, this definitely was going to be good.
Athyaron comes running back into the Barrel, finding Araina's howl to mean slightly more danger than Sterling's human problem. "Sorry Araina..." he says as his eyes rest upon not one but two wraiths now. "Bloody hell, Vuryal's been busy..." he says with a grin. His blood pulsated with excitement at this. It had been so long. In fact...last time he felt this excited...Helich had attacked Kelay.
Vuryal : A clap of thunder echoes within the Broken Barrel as another of the wraiths appears within its confines.
Mahri , incidentally, had killed Helich the first time. But that is neither here nor there, unless that bastard is brought back at all. Closing her eyes, Mahri isn't trying to block out what she's seeing. Those soulless figures with their infernal laughing. No, she's screwing up a bit of courage, which she has in spades most times. "Vuryal.." she says softly at first, "Vuryal you ugly, sniveling cowardly sunnovabitch. C'mon in here and do your own dirty work, bloody worm. Parasite, bottom feeder!"
Roelstra charged in through the doorway of the Barrel, gear donned, masterwork bow in hand with an arrow already nocked and ready to loose.
Araina tensed as Niawtu appeared, though it was short lived. She couldn't focus on who she'd been, only who she was now. A short smirk offered to Nalani, " Looks like we're not in Kansas anymore Toto." Grinning, she reached over and placed a hand on the deepest gash, a few moments later leaving it healed, " Can't have you fighting injured can we?" Mahri was offered a nod, " Good of you to join us Mah. Got a feeling it’s about to get ugly."
Vuryal slowly emerges into the Broken Barrel, a place all too familiar for the former lord of Rynvale. "They still haven't condemned this place, Simon? Did you poison the piss that the inspector drank?" And with that, the fiend sets himself between his wraiths Ixiel and Bozrah, Niawtu closely behind him. "Well, well, well. What have we here?" he poses, fully aware of what is going on, but the cruel smirk within the darkened shadows of his hood pleasing his mental state at this moment.
Ixiel tilts his head slightly at the emergence of his creator, pausing all actions as he waits for the coming commands to bellow forth from the fiend.
Niawtu looks about, as she is summoned. Her stare is eerie, and unblinking. She speaks naught, but every now and then a fog of inky blackness pulses beneath her flesh, which is now a dark gray. Her eyes look nearly emotionless, yet she has a smirk upon her naturally black lips. Every so often her spindly fingered hands twitch. Whether her hands do this because they wait for a command, or because of the pain of the transition, none would know. Her hair is very limp as it streams down her back, and her tail moves naught. Her wolf ears listen closely and her mouth remains silent.
Bainwen tensed as Nia appeared. She knew that the girl had been changed. The poor, sweet little wolf was no more. But could she bring herself to hurt the child-wraith if necessary? Her eyes drifted then to the figure that spoke. This must be Vuryal. Her forest hues narrowed as she beheld the time lord for the first time.
Mahri opens her eyes then and stares at Vuryal with silver-grey irises gone stone hard. Clenching her jaw, a muscle ticks. Everyone and anyone is ignored. Even the child wraith.
Bozrah turns his hollow eyes briefly to Vuryal, before looking back at the members of the pack. He remains silent, awaiting the Time Lord's command.
Lynette goes to join Araina and Nalani about to heal if need be but seeing how it was already done she waited. It was a good thing she saved most of her energy today for she had a feeling she would need it tonight. At the sight of Vuryal coming in she took in his sight more closely. So this was the time lord and his... wraths. This was going to be a show.
Mahri squares her shoulders and lifts that stubborn jaw of hers and steps forward towards the Time Lord. "This is my island, Parasite. Stolen from you and I intend to keep it."
Vuryal turns towards each of his creations, letting his right hand, holding his amber stone staff, stretch towards Bozrah while the left, flush of any adornments, mimics the right but at Ixiel. His gaze, fire filled and brimming with malice, squares itself upon Mahri, an oh too familiar face. "Ah, Mahri. Did you appreciate the rose? I seldom give flowers away without some thought behind them. You should feel honored. And I see you have met my latest creations. Pleasant, aren't they?" he says, quite mocking the woman and the plight it seems that has come upon this makeshift battlefield.
Nalani growled as she heard the man speak, turning quickly her stormy grey eyes narrow with anger. Though when a hand was placed on her arm, she sent the women a small smile, " This should be fun." She said to no one in particular. The alcohol in her system had worn off a good portion and she was able to keep her balance. She watched the wraiths with a close eye and waited.
Araina cast a glance at all of the pack who'd shown, thinking it was a mighty big group in one area, fresh meat for the timelord. Internally she cursed, motioning those few not by her side to get there. All but Mahri. She could not order the Beta, nor did she try, merely kept emerald hues trained upon the woman.
Mahri 's eyes narrow to slits and her lips pull back from her teeth in a silent snarl. "If you go near my home again, anywhere near my family, there's no hell deep enough to keep me from finding you."
Athyaron 's eyes lit up with excitement, despite every fiber of his body tensing up slightly at the sight of the Time Lord himself. "You're one sick bastard ya know that?" he growled. "Turning a child into one of your abominations...." Slowly but steadily his crossbow was raised. It would be foolish to attack Vuryal head on..not when he had his damn creations protecting him. "You won't be reclaiming anything tonight..."
Mahri said to Araina, "*without looking at the kelay alpha* get everyone out. Now. "
Bozrah remains silent at the Time Lord's side, though a twisted parody of a smile shows on his dark flesh. It is obvious he finds Mahri's words absurd.
Bainwen clutched at her blade. The wraiths, from what she had seen, were fast, and her bow would do little good against them, at least that was what she thought. Of course, the slender rapier she held might not be much good either, but she would be damned if she would give up without a fight. Her weight shifted as she readied herself for the impending battle.
Vuryal slowly walks forward, taking a seat at an empty table, tossing his feet upon the table top, crossing his arms before him as the staff of his seems to float off to his right, unattended. "Come, come. Would I let you actually know when I was attacking? This is simply to see what 'fine' prospects you have amongst your...*coughs*... ranks. I have seen what I have wanted to. Now, sit! And that isn't a suggestion, lycaness..."
Araina growled low in her throat, the only objection she would voice before reluctantly turning her gaze upon the others. Her words were quiet, but held the distinct command of an alpha, albeit not their own, but one none the less, "We're not playing lambs to the slaughter tonight. You heard her. Get out. Now."
Niawtu looks at Athyaron, with her eerie and unblinking eyes of gray. She cocks her head, her pure white and thin hair slightly moving over her face. A creepy and crooked grin places itself upon Niawtu's black lips, her white fang-like teeth showing, but not in a threatening way. Were her eyes not so emotionless, one would have thought she was laughing at Athyaron inside.
Ixiel continues to watch, emotionless as a statue of obsidian, as his creator does his thing.
Mahri remains standing. At least until the others are gone. Out of the Inn.
Vuryal pauses. "But, before we begin..." he says, tilting his head towards the door of the tavern. The amber stone suddenly flashes with extreme intensity, an eerie glow now put upon the tavern's only true exit. "We don't want anyone to leave, or any uninvited guests."
Mahri grinds her teeth against a growl. "They leave safely or I won't talk with you." By talk, he likely meant bargain. And Mahri had gone down that road before.
Vuryal looks down towards the table top, his attention seeming more upon the knots on it than the woman 'barking' orders towards his very being. "Whether they leave or not, they will not be safe. Wouldn't you rather watch what is to become of them than they dying in the night, howling for help yet no one can ever find them? No. Sit down, welp, before I make you."
Araina cast her gaze towards the timelord, though foolish it may seem, she spoke to him, " You'll get two, for the price. Let them go, and I'll stay as well."
Bainwen suddenly felt quite trapped as he blocked the exit to the inn. She tensed still more, ready to do what was needed. Her deep green gaze sweeping her fiance's pack mates as she waited to see what they were to do now that escape was impossible.
Lynette gave a quick glance to Araina as well as Mahri's. She didn't want to leave them here, not without protection at least. She would have spoken against it but it wasn't her place being so knew in the pack.
Mahri 'll hiss at Araina to 'Shut. Up.' But she will take her sweet time sitting down. To let him know it was her decision rather than Vuryal's order. "You can't ~make~ me do squat, Parasite. What do you want?"
Nalani frowned as she listened to Araina's words, her gaze finally leaving the Wraith’s, only to move to Mahri then Araina, her nose twitching as she growled lowly. " Great..." She goes off on her unholy curses again before her steady, disdainful gaze settled back on the wraiths with a clenched jaw.
Vuryal laughs. "Good puppy dog!" he exclaims, clearly mocking the lycan. His sight now falls upon the woman across from him. "Do you honestly believe you can do anything to stop me from taking what I want? To think you have enough power to stop the will of the gods themselves?"
Roelstra had come to Araina's side soon after she had entered the tavern, looking over her shoulder towards where the exit is. At least half the pack...and her lycan mate...were safe outside. The thought of death parting her from her beloved and those few near and dear to her tugged at her heartstrings, but she'd rather be the one to go than them if it came to that. Looking back to the Time Lord, emerald greens narrow but remains silent. Her bow is strapped back over her torso, arrow slid back into its quiver.
Athyaron growled slightly as Araina spoke. "Araina...." he started slowly, not sure exactly where to begin. What? To remind her he had twins she would need to take care of if something happened to him? Remind her she had her own family now? There was far too much to begin with. Hopefully she would understand.
Mahri raises her chin that much, for all the world looking down her nose at the Time Lord. Unfortunately, as much as the beta would l like to make sure her pack, which included Araina, were still safe, she didn't dare look away. "The will of the gods? Who's gods. Not mine. I follow none. My will is my own and no one is going to take that from me." A sneer curls her lips again, "Yes, we will do everything we can to stop you."
Araina couldn't help but smirk, albeit slightly at the hiss, grumbling something that sounded like, "...having all the fun." Course, it wasn't meant the way it sounded. To those next to her, she murmured quietly, " Formation, keep the 'humans' in the middle." Not that it would matter much, but she doubted she'd be forgiven for not protecting Roelestra, especially. " Ath, stay at the back." She didn't want him doing anything stupid, and it was better he be their last defense, " Dodger, to my left, Lynette to the right."
Bainwen pursed her lips, able to feel the unease in the room. She didn't know what to do, but felt she needed to do something! It frustrated the elf, who gave an exasperated huff. Vuryal said, "Whether you believe in gods or not, they exist. They do not need you, puppy, to believe in them, when they have creatures like myself that do. And do you honestly believe 'everything' you have will be enough?"
Mahri shrugs, careless perhaps. After a moment, the wolf leans back in her chair and crosses one leg over the other. Inside her mind was working. "If not, others will come, more elves, wolves, humans. They'll come and, like water against a rock, will wear you down."
Nalani nodded quickly and, without taking her eyes away from the Wraith’s, particularly the one that gotten her arm earlier, she moved to Araina's left side, her dagger being replaced in it's sheath for now, though it was at ready.
Lynette moved to where she was told but her eyes soon drifted to the small wraith, eyeing it with curiosity, almost, though her attention stayed alert.
Athyaron growled and did as he was told, as much as he hated it. Moving to the back like he instructed, he never once let his gaze linger from the Time Lord, a thought or two that surely at least Araina would be able to read. Thoughts of redemption...of making up for every last bit of his past recently tonight.
Bainwen wasn't sure if she was meant to be counted among the 'humans' as she wasn't lycan. She kept her hand tight about her rapier, none the less.
Vuryal waves a dismissive hand at the thought. "Please, poppet. I control the water and the rock. Now, where is that awfully brutish Alpha of yours?"
Niawtu slides her eyes upon Mahri, here spindly fingers twitching slightly once more, and her grin simply moving back down to her eerie smirk. The child was truly a sight of pure and utter creepiness.
Mahri had seen many things. In that obsidian pool, on the Labyrinth. This child was not about to send chills down her spine. She wouldn't even look at Niawtu. "Oh, I'm sure he's about." Outside. Gods she hoped so.
Vuryal nods. "Well, too bad for you, then. For I have business with him. The rest of you," he says, turning his gaze upon the entire pack opposite of his wraiths. "Are unnecessary. Do any of you wish to have last words?"
Mahri felt a twist in her gut at the thought of anything happening to any of them. "Don't hurt them."
Mahri clarifies, "By that I mean, don't alter or harm them in anyway. Let them leave and live on as they are right now."
A slight frown comes to Niawtu's face, and her gray eyes flicker to her old bright silver ones for a split second, as though a memory flashed through and was gone. This occured at the word Alpha, for she was quite fond of Mahri's Alpha. However another dark fog pulses through her skin and her look of remembrance fades swiftly.
Bainwen tensed again at the mention of last words. She didn't want to die! Gods she felt like a coward for the thoughts running through her head, but she didn't want to die! She had so many reasons to live! But she wouldn't beg for her life, pride would not permit it.
Mahri might have to add, "Until they die a natural death, Vuryal."
Lynette twitched slightly, looking at the boards and then Mahri. Soon afterwards brown eyes find there way back to the child trying to figure something out.
Athyaron 's finger tightened slightly upon the trigger of his crossbow. He had accepted this might happen..but damned if he wasn't going to make sure the wraiths and Vuryal didn't kill him easily...seeing as he refused to be turned into one of those abominations. Jaw clenching he began to think about everyone he actually ever cared about. Eilyo, Yasmine, Araina, Ceraphina, Ally, his son and daughter...his nieces, yeah...all that.
Vuryal snaps his fingers, all the wraiths suddenly disappearing from view, back to their cages, so to speak. "I won't even have to use them, unless you want me to, of course." He then turns around, back towards where the wraiths once were, mocking all of them in the process with such a scene.
Mahri says again, "Let them leave. Unharmed, unaltered, just as they are to live out their their lives as they see fit. No mind-bending memory wipes. None of your tricks." Mahri did learn well, after all. "I'm the one who blew your navy all to hell."
Mahri barely blinked at the removal of the wraiths. Her gaze is locked on Vuryal, watching and waiting for any sign of weakness.
Vuryal laughs at such a request. "Tricks? Why do I need tricks to dispose of this... trash?" he states, fiery eyes flashing to and fro upon those behind Mahri. "Come now, give me one reason why I should not sheer you right now, poppet?"
Kirien shouted, "~A violent and powerful earthquake strikes suddenly in close vicinity to the Broken Barrel, dislodging the ground underfoot and causing buildings to tremble and shudder~"
Araina allowed her thoughts to roam, more specifically to connect to somewhere, or someone else. Once that rumbling would start, so would the soft chant of the druid, calling the earth to aid. Runes glowed to life on her palms, a bright emerald flash filling the room as the wood behind them creaked and splintered, aided substantially by the quake. Her only thought as the wood from the wall behind them burst and fell, slipped from her lips in a shout, " Run!" Those lesser of the pack would -have- to follow the command, given without any leeway. They must follow.
Araina shouted, "~Run!"
Mahri is going to do that noble-ass thing she accused Leo of thinking about. "Why, when you could just punish me over and over and over again? What's the fun in one death?"
Nalani almost sputtered at the words of the time lord, the fear was clawing at her stomach. She didn't want to die. Not now. But other than the slight widening of eyes with her hands clenching, nothing was given away- at least that's what the coyote hoped. When she felt the earth tremor, she shifted her weight, waiting. She had a feeling something was coming or going. When the wall came down and Araina's words were spoken she waited only seconds before she darted out of the tavern, hoping like hell this wasn't a trap of the time lords.
Bainwen drew a shaky breath. The wolves would be able to smell her fear, and the time lord might well sense it. But she was trying her damnedest not to show it! She glared hard at the parasite.
The Broken Barrel rattles violently, all patrons inside, friend and foe, family and enemy, appear to be at perilous risk should it collapse...
Mahri isn't going anywhere, rather she slides her behind off the chair and under the table, covering her head as debris rained down.
Lynette blinked as the child vanished, turning her glaze upon the time lord. Many questions burned in her head but now was not the time to ask. On the right side of Araina she would watch until something happened. And that it did for the wall soon fell and she heard the command bear into her.
Vuryal reaches for his staff, taking it firmly in hand, allowing that stone to glow brightly as the whole tavern appears to phase for just a brief moment before an amethyst hue radiates through the whole establishment. "Well, now, that'll keep everything at bay," he says, wiping off some debris that had fallen upon his new cloak.
Bainwen wasn't expecting the earth to suddenly writhe beneath her, she looked wide eyed at Araina as she was told to run, not needing to be told twice before she turned and headed toward the exit, praying it would open once more.
The whole building of the Broken Barrel appears to be radiating with a bright amethyst glow about it. Perhaps someone didn't like the room a rockin' with people trying to be knockin'.
Athyaron wasn't expecting an earthquake, but was grateful when that wall came crashing down. Waiting until Araina's command was given and that Nalani and Co had a headstart the male gave chase, however he wanted to take an opportune moment, as surely Vuryal was caught off guard. "Hey bastard..." he says, as he fires a shot from his crossbow whilst on the run. Honestly, he hadn't even aimed, so it was doubtful that the shot even would hit Vuryal. If anything, it was probaby stuck in a chair somewhere.
Mahri shouted, "Godsdamn you, Vuryal let them go!"
Vuryal watches as the arrow wizzes by quiet close to his head, but he makes no motion to try and give the man some semblance of credibility, instead letting it land with a rather loud "THUD" into the wall behind the chronomancer.
Lynette would have ran if there was anywhere to run to. Seeing how there wasn't she looked back to the time lord who had kept the place from falling in on their heads. He was powerful, she had to give him that. More thoughts swirled in her mind. Things that happened but only a few days ago, what happened tonight and the things the child had told her that was silent to others before her departing.
Mahri is, pissed. Crawling from under that table, the beta is barely missed by the arrow. She doesn't notice. "You want me, I'm here. You want Leo so Godsdamn bad, what the hell is stopping you from going after him? Well, I'm here. Now. You don't bloody well need anyone else do you!?"
Araina apparently figured out that the male would not let even a legitimate escape happen, so she simply stood there, with her hands over her chest. If they were going to die, might as well find something constructive to do.
Nalani came to a complete stop, growling lowly before she turns on her heel and made her way back to Araina, grumbling, " Well, Rain... That was a whole lotta nothing." She, once again went off on the unholy curses.
Bainwen skidded to a halt when the quaking stopped, silent curses given as the entry failed to open. This could not end this way...cut off from the one she loved. She turned to face Vuryal once more, not about to let him strike her down from behind.
Vuryal said to Mahri, "You are wasting my time. Call to your Alpha and let him know that his presence is requested..."
Lynette flopped down in a chair, didn't look like they were going anywhere and now her head hurt. That was a dumb idea she told herself about something not even pertaining to the clan.
Mahri stubbornly sets her chin, "Do your own dirty work.." Really the only way she would call to Leo was by force.
Keturah shouted, " ~ Windows or wall of the Barrel might be rocking anyway as the stone golem set about pounding fists against them in an attempt to break open an exit in the building.~"
Araina had a glimmer, only slightly, of a smile once she noticed that a few, had indeed escaped. But soon enough it was grim once more. They still had people in here. In danger. Friends, family. She didn't mind risking her own life, but it was unacceptable to her to put the rest in harms way.
Lynette looked around since nothing was going on, seeing how the headache was now slightly going away. It looked like at least of few of the people in the back were able to escape. She then turned and looked at Vuryal. There was no anger, not much of anything, showing on her face. But there were questions she wanted to ask.
Mahri was of the same thought as Araina, apparently. Except she was more relieved that Roelstra had gotten out. The vampire's scent was fading.
Araina was a little surprised that she was going unpunished for her actions, but had to count your blessings, there. Lynette was scanned, " You alright?" She meant that in the injury sense of course.
Lynette glanced to Araina, "No, though grateful in the least that some escaped. It's just a headache." A headache from what she wouldn't say just yet, perhaps at another time. She would stand but felt no reason to just of yet, seeing how they were all waiting on someone.
Leoxander shouted, "Let's go you sonuvabich, it's me you want!"
Mahri 'll have to chastise Leo later for stealing her curse words.
Mahri turns towards the blocked door way at the sound of Leo's shout. She might even take a step or two towards it before darting a glance to Araina, "Be ready" that look said.
The Time Lord faded into nothingness.
Araina looked away for a moment, letting her mind wander for a , connecting with those outside as well as someone in. As the Timelord vanished, she glanced at Mahri, " Nalani, Ro, Bain, they all got out." But then, that shout, and she locked gazes with the woman, then about the tavern, " We still trapped?"
Mahri nods at Araina's question. "No way out for us."
Lynette stood quickly, awaiting orders. She knew this could get intense and fast.
Leoxander shouted, "-A shattering of glass, as one of the windows of the Broken Barrel is... well... broken by a barrel. Watch out!-"
Mahri ducked as shards of glass went flying, covering her head protectively with her arms before looking up at the hole made. "Go. Out. Now!" She'll be the last to go. Mahri had, at one time, been alpha herself and her voice would hold that ring of authority.
Lynette followed the orders given to her by Mahri and jumped out the window quickly. The headache made things a little more difficult and swayed slightly after the jump but moved quickly out of the way.
Araina heard the call, grabbing Lynette on her way. Trusting Ath to make his own way she helped the youth through the hole and climbed out behind her.
Meanwhile.. Just beyond those magically locked doors
The remainder of the pack was locked in their own fierce battle with the chaos weaver Ciya.-
Ciya feels a sharp pain rip into their back with deadly aim. A howl of pain emanates from the feind’s throats from the shooting pain...Stumbling forward from the force of the bolt forces the fiend to close their eyes before seeing their spell snuffed out by the woman’s magicks. Opening their eyes quickly they regain their stuttering stance and balance to turn upon heal quickly, facing Leoxander squarely, then with pain, and the cold sensation of blood running down their back the fiends rage intensifies, this evident as the foam whips up and froths around the crazy weavers lips. Sensing that more are gathering, the weaver huridly begins whispering arcahic, menacing words. As they carry upon the wind, Ciya places his left hand out, palm facing Leoxander, thusly launching once more a mass of raging infero, as it draws near grows in girth, and as it does, spits into two, small masses of fire, aiming at the lycan's torso. Ciya seeing that his first spell in motion, potentiall burning the alpha, they turn, twirling upon heel, seeing ten arrows flying at his way at a rapid speed, and not knowing how to react he reacts to slowly and feels pain wrench their mid section as the bolt bounces off of the breastplate equipped. Though the armor only prevents the arrow from drawing blood, it does however take the wind out of the fiend. Turning towards Angelo, he throws his hands skyward and intending to put on an impressive fight, throws his now grasping hands together forming a wedge shape, and shouting wicked words, a wall of fire blasts from the chaos weaver's hands. A huge, imposing wall of raging, intense flames rushes swiftly at Angelo. This wall is nearly the length of a giant, and as wide as two humans, leaving little room for the lycan to run. Then he turns to sterling, and watching his two other opponents handled, rushes the woman, hands throwing a volley of seemingly never ending fire balls, the rage pushing the fiend.
Sterling 's shoulders slump after her spell is completed, and softly, her breath comes in pants but determination and an animalistic ferocity burns within those lavender pools. The expectation of another attack flung her way isn't met first, because the fiend is instead attacking Leo. Despite her depleting energy, it takes the Delta no time to rip through her clothing by aid of rapidly expanding bones, musculature and body mass. It's the fastest transition into her wolf she has ever completed, and just as the Druid is turning onto her now, Sterling's black figure is being swallowed by the cowl of that black mist that rolls into the port city. Despite the foreign nature of the atmosphere, she uses it to her advantage, and coupled with the flickering lights emitted from the balls of fire flung in her general direction, Sterling is able to pin point the direction from which they come. Deftly, her sleek body rips through the dark fog, dodging the first handful of wicked flames that are thrown her way, but when she's practically baring down on the man, one of his many attacks land, and with a yelp of pain, it's safe to assume the ebony furred wolf was hit. Assuming Ciya turns his attention elsewhere, such as another attack, within seconds the smell of burnt fur will fill his senses, and if he's not quick enough, he'll find the injured wolf upon his back with her teeth clamped over his left shoulder.
Leoxander flexed his hands around the leather grip of his blades, which had a curved length to the end of his bracers, and were brought close against his forearms in an assassin's technique. "Bring it..." He taunted the creature through a growl, through a clench of teeth when the bleeding man came to look his way, making it very clear that black feathered arrow was his calling card. While fire seemed to be this druid's greatest talent, Leo's attribute was speed, and lycan burst pupils thinned to specks when the flare of that flame started to build in palm to progress forward, at him, with tremendous force. In those brief, split seconds, he'd already determined the angle of what he hoped was a straight shot of fire, and well gripped boots clutched into that cobble stone as, surprisingly... the rogue seemed prepared to run head long for it. A shift of weight to right foot and he dodged, rolled to his left, shoulder carrying momentum right back to his feet to propel forward, into a sprint. Unfortunately, he hadn't assumed right at all, and that fork of element split to hurl right for him. That wave of pure heat and pain crashed over him with only an arm raised in defense, that duck of body not quite enough to keep blisters from bubbling onto his skin where arm hair was no longer existent, scarring up the ink of an already wolf bitten tattoo. However unfortunate this misstep, it had also brought him dangerously closer to the fire caster, and one of those dragon-forged knives in hand would be hurled with terrible force into a spinning aim that curved right for Ciya's kneecap, only altering his aim last minute at the sight of Sterling's black, furry silhouette.
Angelo || "Son of --" Angelo was pleased that his attack had at least worked, to an extent. Sterling and Leoxander also seemed to be handling it quite well, so for now his focus was on getting the hell out of the way, no easy task considering his already-fatigued state. He simply turned to the right and began running, diving at the last second in an attempt to narrowly avoid the wall of flaming rage, only to feel his feet receive the brunt of his assault, decimating his black boots and setting his feet aflame, something he'd try and put out before returning to the conflict. The pain was excruciating, but it was nothing he hadn't felt before, as he tried to throw some dirt on the flames and deprive them of their precious air.
Arien did not approach on the ground. The elf had heard that shriek of maniacal laughter in the earlier hours of the evening, but had been loath to leave those militia without command in a strange land when it seemed there might be activity afoot. Precious time had been spent offering directive and establishing defenses on their position in the event that the cry was a diversionary tactic ad she was reasonably sure that the coves were secured. It would have been that summoning howl and the fiendish weight of dark mists that prompted her to action, finally, Jhadia bringing her just to the outskirts of the city before the elf dismounted in a fluid action that preceded her melting into increasing shadow and beginning a climb along the drains of the town’s older shop fronts. Surprisingly catlike, for one whose heart housed the soul of a wolf, the elf was moving across the roof tops where they adjoined, crouched low in that concealing darkness and moving toward where that call had sounded. They would be hard to miss. Fire. In the darkness and from that high ground the lips of the elementalist began their own whispered spell cast. An objective eye was cast, and an instantaneous decision made. The cast at Angelo was a greater danger to his person than that directed to any one else present. Whether or not that lycan made effort to dodge the wall of oncoming fire, the earth between he and his foe would be trembling and a wedge of that island rock had erupted from the cobbled surface of the street to form a protective barrier from the worst of its effects, before emerald gaze flew to encounter that shifting form of the Delta on her own attack. Having sacrificed the opportunity to defend the rogue in her choice, the elf would be adding her own assault on his opponent, her drop to the ground from that roof accompanied by the whipping of her mana flail toward his form, that manifesting earth magic demonstrated in the weight of ore intended to whip around his ankles and drag him to the ground where he might be easier prey to the encroaching wolves.
Kirien raced through the crowded streets with Keturah, the Wraith's fingers laced tight with her own so as not to risk losing the desert-born to the throb and flow of nervous citizens. The scent of magic was strong in the air but, to his surprise, it did not seem to bother him so much as it had before the unlife. Despite it all, the knowledge of this had the vampire grinning as he ran, up until the point where he and the healer skidded out of the streets and hit the intersection. Something dreadful was in the air but he could not tell what it was and he did not much care either, halting on the cobbles, panting. Keturah's hand was given a soft squeeze and it'd be all the warning she would get before the ground gave a mournful rumble underfoot, then a deafening roar; fuelled by emotion and deeper reserves of magic carved out by vampirism, the earth responded to Kirien's call in the form of a great, powerful tremor; an earthquake that struck abruptly and would last for all of half a minute. All around the vicinity of the Barrel, buildings shook and the street beneath cracked, slabs and jagged shards of rock punching up through cobble stones to provide potential cover for some, or a swift impaling for those less careful. "Alpha!" Of course he'd call to him.
Kirien shouted, "~A violent and powerful earthquake strikes suddenly in close vicinity to the Broken Barrel, dislodging the ground underfoot and causing buildings to tremble and shudder~"
Araina shouted, "~Run!"
The whole building of the Broken Barrel appears to be radiating with a bright amethyst glow about it. Perhaps someone didn't like the room a rockin' with people trying to be knockin'.
Mahri shouted, "Godsdamn you, Vuryal let them go!"
Hanan dashed up from the docks, hands balled into fists, eyes flitting about sharply. "What's going on---" Immediately her eyes fell upon Kirien, the rock mover. "You... ruttin' idiot! Stop it!"
Keturah 's hand flicked into her pocket, where the weight of the golem was still a moderate comfort. At some point between the dash from her clinic to the darkness that overtook Rynvale's center, the druidess had managed to slip most of her weaponry into proper place- even holding tight to Kirien's hand. She stopped when he did, moss-gaze widening briefly before her face set into a grim cast. Ah.. Hell. The island. She squeezed his hand in turn, only to find a moment later, the ground beneath her feet did not want her to be standing. She clung to the fox, willing her balance not to betray her. He might have felt the murmur of a spell against his back, then, before her head lifted to peer toward the center of that darkness. From her pocket, the gold flame raced ahead of her, snaking across the ground and flying toward the rubble piles various earth magics had created. Dislodged island rock cracked, rumbling and shaping into a lumbering golem. Unsteadily at first, the construct paused once, and continued inward.
Ciya grins as seeing their attacks reach their marks, though this arrogance now turns to agony at the sensation of being drug to the ground and also the slice of dagger rip through the back of his unprotected legs, through the black fabric, deep into the flesh and sinew. Falling hard to the ground, Ciya smashes his head upon a rock, rendering the fiend dazed..Though the daze ends quickly as Sterling lands upon him, making the fiend umpfh. As the lycan bears down upon them the weaver raises a hellish spiked wrist in defense feeling the fangs rip into the flesh of their forearm, Ciya howl in pain. As the lycan tears, the chaos weaver jerks hard and swings wildly at Sterling in hopes to land a blow to create some separation..Then reaching down, they untangle the whips grip. Sliding backward on their backside they feel the sting of Leoxander’s well placed blade strike as they fell.. Struggling from blood loss, they prepare..Knowing they’re being outnumbered needs to begin concentrating on a more area attack and Ciya's stance reflects this notion, and so does their facial features as malicious wickedness plays the fiddle to this madman’s fiery attacks and dark thinking. Kneeling down upon a wounded leg they wince landing with a thud as the rigid gaurdian breaks the chaos weaver’s fall, pain also shoots through the mans gut, which also makes then wince once again..None the less, they push through the pain, though fatigue is showing as sweat rolls down Ciya's brow...Reaching a steely hand to their neck the tear from its leather binding a demon's eyes..Placing his non holding hand to the ground they say, "Now we shall unleash hell upon you all..." Clenching the eye tightly the man begins wicked archaic words. And as they whisper these words wriggling begins underneath the whites of the chaos weaver’s eyes wriggling towards the mans iris...As they converge upon the iris they begin to pool, forming dark lakes of blackness, producing soulless eyes... Using the intense pain and dark artifact beings to speak softly..And as the man’s form speaks the ground begins to rumble. A few seconds pass as the ground qaukes violently, and more and more rumbles follow the initial quake. Then suddenly the ground rips apart, all around the pack members, looking down one can clearly see a massive chasm before them, making then now Leoxander, Sterling, Angelo and Arien hard pressed to jump as the chasm grows.. Then the earth stills, then rushing up from the seemingly pits of the earth comes spewing forth molten walls of intense fire, shooting up in a cell like manner in a column of molten hellfire. As the column shoots into the night sky, towering all, they begin to crash in upon themselves under their mass..sending the motlen rock raining down upon Leoxander, Arien, Angelo and Sterling...Leaving them the option of death or pain, though them being lycans, they can surely, maybe survive the leap through flame.
Leoxander still had one blade left in hand, and despite the smell of burnt hair and lights dancing in front of his vision, he knew right where his enemy was. Adrenaline pushed him through that pain, for now - Leo was hardly aware that he'd been wounded, just as he hardly registered the words of those yells. He was entirely aware of that first burst of rock from the ground, whether Arien's magic or the Empath's, the rogue was just trying to footwork around them without breaking his intentional path - and that was a direct line to Ciya. One name that did process very clearly was Vuryal's, and it only enhanced that dose of rage that fueled his not yet transformed body. Ciya might have all these intentions of casting a spell, opening armor, transforming, floating into the air and destroying part of an island but as said, Leo's got that speed thing going for him, and he's already dangerously close to his opponent. Thus the moment that those words are flooding and the ground quakes, a hard slice right, followed by a bladed uppercut is already swinging for the chaos druid's throat, across, then vertical, across face. Magic was great an' all but it took time that Ciya very unlikely didn't have in a close range fight. If that hellfire should succeed, it would likely crash right for him at the cost of the psychotic's blood. The man, however demonic or brash, has taken on too many, and Leoxander entirely intended to end this man attempting to uproot his territory so powerfully.
Keturah shouted, " ~ Windows or wall of the Barrel might be rocking anyway as the stone golem set about pounding fists against them in an attempt to break open an exit in the building.~"
Bainwen managed to make it free, probably only because Vuryal allowed her escape. As she saw the crowd on the intersection, which included Angelo, tears stung at her eyes. Elven pride told her not to cry, especially in from of so many, but she had been so scared by the thought of death. Through vision blurred by tears, she looked around. Of course she was scared for her friends, but she was alive!
Sterling 's jaw's locked firmly around the man's forearms, jerking and tugging the limb as if her intentions were not only to dislocate it, but to jerk it completely free from his body. Regardless of the punches she takes before Leo nears, the Delta continues to hold on, refusing to give up her prey while allowing Leo to hopefully land punch after punch. Ciya had certainly taken on too many.
Hanan noticed the giant earth-rending fight, the shaking of the ground, and the freaky lights coming from inside, and that gods damned golem thing, but her eyes were trained upward, to the second story. Lita's room was up there. Was she inside? Hanan couldn't be sure. Which meant she had to get in. "Ruttin--outa' my way!" Said even though nobody in particular was in her way. She gave the fighting a wide berth, ran into the alley, around the back, looking for a window... any window.
Ciya outnumbered, succumbs to the blood loss and is unable to even stand anymore, let alone avoid any other attacks feels the steel of the blade slicing their neck. But being pulled back by Sterling’s grip avoids any major damage from the cross face actions of the lycan. Falling to the ground, concentration broken, the spell simply ends as suddenly as it began. Laying limp within the mouth of Sterling, he lays there unconscious. Leaving him prone..
Nalani followed out after Bainwen but she stopped and cursed loudly, the unholy things coming out of her mouth was enough to make a priest blush. She turned and glared at the inn, wishing more had gotten out, but she was thankful for Roelstra and Bainwen being able to. Once she spotted the fight, she paused and waited for everything to be over before she got any closer. She's had enough fighting for tonight. Her gaze flickering to each face with a small amount of worry, mainly for the people in there. "Damn it Rain..." She grumbled under her breath.
Kirien , being particularly skilled with the earth by this point, and quite used to its tremors, managed to remain upright and, holding on tight to Keturah, ensured she would not fall either. Hanan's shout had him turning some but he did not have time to form a response, for it appeared he was not the only one messing with the ground beneath their feet right now. "The HELL?!" He was not fond of fire of any kind and it was most certainly not he who had summoned that vicious surge of molten rock from deep below. The vampire would be the one to put a stop to it even as the creature named Ciya lapsed into unconsciousness - whether or not that spell was fading, any residual magma would be suddenly hardened into a more solid state. While it'd still be hot to the touch for the moment, it should hopefully prove less dangerous. With the after effects of two earthquakes still sending light tremors through the ground, the empath knelt to place his free hand against the stone, hushed words urging the earth to calm.
Leoxander retrieved his blade from the busted up ground, one in each hand and compound bow still hugged to torso. Blood dripped down the front of his leather armor, most of it not his own, though the furious burns down his right arm, half melting the bindings on his wrist, those most certainly belonged to him. If anyone thought Leo was about to take any chances with this unconscious body on the ground, they were dead wrong, but not as doomed as Ciya. If he were mortal, that end was all the more probable, a hard crunch of snapped bone coming from the twisting hug the assassin offered to the man's skull. Standing, dropping whatever was left of that pile, trying to catch his breath but still processing from one drastic step to the other, Leoxander turned, toward the glowing windows of the shaken up building... and he approached it, with anger written across his red splattered features. No quarter.
Leoxander shouted, "Let's go you sonuvabich, it's me you want!"
Angelo let out a small hiss of pain as he finally and shakily rises to his (incredibly burnt) feet, groaning before he drops to his knees again. He can't feel his feet. Why can't he feel his feet. That's not good at all. He looks towards the now prone mage and wishes he could show him exactly what he thought of him...but he couldn't. He couldn't even stand. "Damn it...damn it..."
Bainwen rushed toward Angelo as she picked him out from among the crowed with her blurred sight. Tears sprang unbidden from her forest hues to trickle in gentle curves down pale cheeks, "Angelo!" She cried, she could tell he was in bad shape, "Angelo, hold on." She embraced him, kissing his cheek, "I love you." She felt as if she needed to say it, given that a few moments ago she had thought she would die. Her hands began to glow a gentle green as she released the embrace, just to move her hands to his feet, trying to heal what damage she could.
Roelstra had let herself be surrounded by the pack at Mahri's orders, glaring at Vuryal the whole time. She did her best to hold onto her balance when the ground quaked beneath her feet. But, she was truly thrown off when the wraiths disappeared and she found herself outside soon afterwards. She looked around at the pack gathered, trying to take stock of who was in bad shape and who wasn't.
Keturah 's golem was not getting far in that pounding, and once the spells had faded, the construct stopped entirely. Hallowed eyes shifted toward Leoxander, and a stone fist would give another pound against the front wall of the already beaten inn. The desert-born was on the move already, once the earth had calmed enough that she could dart between raised shelves of stone to find those injured.
Ciya slumps to the ground, the sleeper hold finishing the job off that the blood loss did not do from the battle, knocking the fiend out..harmlessly laying there.
Sterling keeps Ciya's arm within her jaws, the man's blood coating the fur of her maw in a gory display of triumph. Once Leo takes it upon himself to ensure the man can't wake up any time soon, the wolf releases her prey. In the visibility of night allowed by the glow of the moon, Sterling's wounds can be accounted for; the left side of her barreled chest is seared to the flesh, blistered and bubbled to a almost dangerous degree, and the right fore limb's fur missing and the flesh beneath blistered to a more benign caliber. Regardless of her injuries, she manages to remain on her four feet, panting quickly while the residual adrenaline coursing through her veins dies out slowly. Within a matter of minutes, the witch-turned wolf collapses into a spent, unconscious pile of fur and dangerous muscle.
Leoxander would find something, out there. It was a tavern, near a dock, and there had to be a barrel sitting around there somewhere, empty or not. "Reach inside and pull it open." He'd suddenly find himself talking to what appeared to be... the rock creation, albeit larger, and made to throw that barrel hard for the largest window he could find. The magic was focused on those doors, anyhow, and he'd sacrifice that collection of stone before he'd be testing the other possible wards defending them out. Hopefully, that barrel would go crashing through and not hit anyone inside...
Angelo coughs, spitting out a little bit of blood - he had hit his face in the dive. Lovely. He glared at the mage, who now lay prone and harmless...not today. Not today at all. He calmed down some at the kiss, and his feet were feeling better than they had - but he could still feel the burning. He'd hesitantly try to bring himself to stand, shaking his head at the violence that had occurred all around him before the adrenaline finally went away...and he fell into Bainwen, practically asleep already. Too much illusion. Too much fighting.
Leoxander shouted, "-A shattering of glass, as one of the windows of the Broken Barrel is... well... broken by a barrel. Watch out!-"
Mahri ducked as shards of glass went flying, covering her head protectively with her arms before looking up at the hole made. "Go. Out. Now!" She'll be the last to go. Mahri had, at one time, been alpha herself and her voice would hold that ring of authority.
Lynette followed the orders given to her by Mahri and jumped out the window quickly. The headache made things a little more difficult and swayed slightly after the jump but moved quickly out of the way.
Araina heard the call, grabbing Lynette on her way. Trusting Ath to make his own way she helped the youth through the hole and climbed out behind her.
In the aftermath of both skirmishes, mayhem reigned
Hanan didn't know how she did it. She wasn't really thinking. She just ran around the back and started throwing her shoulder at windows. It would have been comical if anyone had seen it--Hanan may have had a vampire's strength but she still had a short woman's stature, and throwing herself at the proper back window panes meant a running start and a small jump. For several minutes they wouldn't yield, the glass like stone. But eventuallly one did. She crashed in hollering. "ACE!"
Leoxander barked the order when they escaped that hold. "Everyone get to the cove. Now." He expected pack to wait for pack, friends to assist friends, and everyone to comply to that order and go to their defended base. There was a heavy mark of a soot burn down one side of his face, and some of that leather was melted and singed.
Bainwen continued to cry as she worked on healing her lover's seared feet. The adrenaline was wearing off, and leaving her drained, despite not having done much. Fear for ones life has that ability, after all. She caught Angelo after his attempt to stand, carefully lowering him to the ground, sighing softly as she went back to work on those poor feet. Slowly the pain would ebb, but that was about all the more she could do. She was better at dealing with cuts and open wounds. Destroyed tissue was not her area.
Kirien made to follow Keturah though he was no healer, but he would not get far before stumbling, the stench of blood filling the air enough to make his head feel far too light. Gods damn it, he was hungry - but most of those here were lycan, the blood that had been spilled not fit for his consumption. It still tugged at his senses though, prompting the empath to growl low in his throat, clutching onto a slab of street that was still raised up. He stamped at the ground and the slab fell abruptly, a couple of others nearby following and attempting to mould messily back into their original places. Kirien himself ended up kneeling on cracked cobbles, panting but seemingly trying not to breathe and inhale the scent of all that spilled blood.
Athyaron climbed out behind everyone else, except Mahri just in case Vuryal had a surprise or two in store for them. Plus, he felt it his duty..despite not being a beta anymore to ensure everyone else got out first.
Mahri was still inside, waiting for all the others to leave before she went about to make sure no one was left inside. Hanan might catch her picking through debris and Leo wouldn't see her exit yet at all.
Angelo groaned, reaching up to clutch Bainwen's shoulder. "Cove. Now. You heard him." He'd then stand (burned feet or not because damn it, he needed to get out of here) and would wrap an arm around Bainwen's, using her as support as he tried to walk.
Bainwen called out to Angelo's pack mates, "I need help moving him! His feet are badly burnt!"
Keturah took note that Angelo was being tended, even if he received a sharp, "Don't stand until I can see to you-" as Keturah made her way for the collapsed wolf. She knelt there by Sterling, hand diving into the folds of her robes to seek out the healer's guild symbol. It had already begun to glow by the time she slipped it on over her neck, and the desert-born herself would be lowering into her trance to begin tending to the witch's wounds. At Leo's directive, the golem leaned down, moving to snake a rocky arm through the window before that flood of people appeared. Keturah twitched, darker gaze turning on Kirien. "Help me, then. I can tend to everyone in the coves." Though she could hardly lift anyone herself. That was what her golem thing was for.
Angelo said to Bainwen, "I do -not- need to be carried. I refuse to be carried."
Tysinni came sprinting from the direction of the forest. She had been hearing loud noises and shouting for a while now. It was quite the shocking when she came around the corner and noticed the mob of people, some of which seemed to be injured. "What the..."
Bainwen supprted Angelo as best she could as they began to make their way toward the cove.
Hanan made her way into the utter mess (presumably) of the Tavern's common area from behind the bar, her right shoulder and sleeve all dirty. Simon rarely scrubbed those windows. "Mah--what the @&%& happened here?"
Leoxander looked around with a trickle of Ciya's blood running down the side of his face. "Anyone near dead?!" A snarl of a call, for anyone in that debris, buried, or unable to stand.
Kirien looked to Keturah, a little breathless. "Gimme-- gimme a minute or as much time as you can." He needed to -move-, clear his head, help out. "Ugh. Just. Damn it."
Araina simply reached in and pulled the woman out, most likely with help from the vampiress, " Damned stubborn wolf." Once she was safely outside Araina would stay toward the back to make sure everyone was safe and heading toward the cove.
Hanan didn't get an answer. No matter. She was turning up the steps, still hollering that name. "ACE! Gods damn it--ACE!" She'd not be going to that cove.
Bainwen just smiled a little at Angelo's protests, "Alright...alright. When we get to the cove, we'll make sure your feet are cleaned and bandaged...and maybe a more skilled healer than I can look at them.
Leoxander looked toward Tysinni when she approached at that run. "Help us with some of these injured. We've got to get these people to the cove." There were barrels and tents of supplies, and a large refugee spread throughout, now.
Araina had heard the name before, and was fairly certain who it pertained to because she'd stop the captain, " She wasn't in there."
Lynette stepped out onto utter chaos to her descriptions. She was able to heal people but she couldn't tell from one to the other who was hurt and who wasn't. There was large amounts of blood too that didn't help her senses or headache. She stayed close to Araina, seeing how she was about the only one she could make out though everyone.
Keturah nudged Kirien with her shoulder. "Go on, then. I have golem thing. Will follow to the coves." Her golem thing did not quite need the order to be lumbering the druid's way again. Seemed the rock construct would be carrying the wolf, if no one else did.
Angelo would set off, then. "Let's...get the hell out of here..."
Ranok || A horse and cart combo thunder down the street in short order. Its approach was reckless completely in its coming. Following are several men on horseback. Men from the Fold. On that cart is something positively enormous underneath a tarp that was well secured. Ranok may have been among those men, but it was hard to tell. Each were dressed in full battle regalia, and the one on point was wrapped up on an old and holey longcoat buttoned up tight. A mask and hood drawn tight up against the rider's face covers much of his identity. He was the first on the scene, the hooves of the horse he rides clattering on the cobblestone. The creature bucks once, seeing the stone strewn about and refused to go any further. As its rider dismounts, the mask does not come off. He was as big as Ranok was, but that was the only trait that could be seen. That and the gray eyes that peered out from the covering. The rest of the riders arrive on the scene shortly after, and he immediately barks orders in a gruff voice. The soldiers dismount and begin getting supplies off. The wounded would be helped by the men. The object on the cart remained where it is, its purpose mysterious.
Sterling 's bout of unconsciousness can be chalked up to a short black out, and groggily, she thumps her tail against the ground while a struggled whine escapes her throat.
Keturah is noticed belatedly, another side-effect of her injuries and lack of energy, and lazily, Sterling's tongue laps once at the air as though she were trying to reach the healer's hand to show her gratitude.
Nalani made her way over to the unconscious wolf and frown, crouching down she placed a hand on her shoulder, " Hey! Need some help over here!" She called out, she was sure her short self couldn't carry the wolf.
Hanan shook Araina off--literally or figurtively, whichever was required. "You wouldn't know, gods damn it. ACE!"
Roelstra stepped away from the broken window, looking Leoxander over briefly. " I'll grab Sterling and a couple others and head over to the Cove. The Rangers arrived this afternoon and should be setting up now. There will be plenty of tents for everyone and then some." The vampiress darted over to Sterling and gingerly scooped the youth into her arms, looking around to see who else she could escort.
Keturah was totally there next to Sterling. As was the rock golem moving to pick the wolf up.
Bainwen nodded to Angelo, "Let's."
Tysinni looks towards Leoxander as he yells, nodding her head and snapping into action. She hurries to the nearest person in distress and starts assessing injuries. Time for a little triage. She knew enough to figure out who needed immediate attention and who could make it to the Cove without.
Keturah probably grabbed Kirien's hand on her way toward the coves too, in case he needed the coaxing.
Araina let the woman go, though once she'd considered it a moment and went back to the woman's side, " Where would she be?" She was already going toward the open window.
Kirien climbed back to his feet with a bit of a grunt, and it took all of his force of will to resist reaching out to grab at her. Thank gods she wasn't injured or he might've been unable to stop himself. "Right. Right," he called to Keturah over the clamour, "Golem thing better look the hell after you or I'll turn him into lava or somethin', Damn it!" Mostly a futile threat, because he was not entirely sure of the construct's nature. He was also swiftly being dragged along with the desert-born, it seemed.
Leoxander was still standing there among the rubble and debris when that horse cart and unit came closer, and he could only pray they were there to assist. He'd watch the man dismounting and giving orders to his battalion to do just that, and resisted the urge to sigh in relief. Eventually, he'd have to move, but Leo finally glanced down to study the burn that blistered his ink in places. A whispered curse for that fact, and he'd turn to look around and see who was still alive and moving. He still hadn't seen Mahri, but he'd heard her yell from inside. For a moment, Leo would just stare at that busted up tavern, blades stabbed back into the holsters on his belt.
Athyaron decided to follow Keturah after noticing Sterling's unconscious form in her golem's hands. "Ketu, would you like some help with the healing? Hers specifically looks rather nasty.."
Leoxander hardly heard Roelstra, staring toward that building.
Nalani wanders off towards the cove, grumbling something about stupid wraiths and their time lord.
Leoxander noticed the rock thing picking up a wolf, though...
Arien, following Keturah’s lead, was already moving among the crowd which only seemed to be increasing as all those late night patrons who’d been trapped inside streamed out, most with the nicks, cuts and bruises that the unsettling rattle of earthquake had caused guests and gamblers. The caretaker’s gaze was seeking first for pack, however, and it would be to Sterling’s side that the elf was moving, her mana already astir. In the back if her mind she was aware of the injuries of her mate, but knew only too well that surge of adrenaline that could keep him on his feet long after others had fallen. Assured by that stirring to consciousness of the pup, Arien would be offering Keturah aid in healing the wolf to stabilize on her feet. When that barked directive came, the elf would offer a sweeping look around, in the event that any others should be in need of aid. “Jhadia is near..” she called over the din. “If any need a mount to move..”
Lynette made her way to Leoxander checking to see if he was alright. "Do you need help?"
Arien 's gaze would turn back to the rogue, worried eyes settling on those vicious burns.
Ranok || The leader goes to Leo, making a beeline once he saw the lycan. As he approaches, he says in a gruff voice, "Is there anyone in the rubble?" The soldiers that he had brought helped anyone that needed it. But if there were people still trapped inside, that was a considerable problem.
Arien said to Leoxander, "Now..or later?.."
Roelstra had carefully taken Sterling from the arms of the golem and was already moving towards the cove.
Hanan ::"Her room!" Which is precisely where Hanan was headed--up the steps, to the right, across from Finn's parlor. But she'd be going alone, as her writer needed to get to sleep, and would be loitering until that happened. Responsibility sucks.
Leoxander studied Arien for a moment from the center of that scene, managing to hold a strict expression despite how dazed he was.
Araina watched as she left, grumbling softly, " Damned stubborn woman." Though, it was slightly more fondly that it would have been in times past. Rubbing a hand over her dirty features, she then looked to Leo, " You need any help there wolf?"
Tysinni fell into helping people get to their feet if they could walk or finding the newcomers to help them. She was good at picking through debris to find those who needed aid. Most people were slowing making their way west, either under their own power or with help. The thief looked around for any stragglers as she headed towards those in charge. "Might as well see if I can help..."
Leoxander took a glance toward Araina. "Just help me get these lot to the cove. We've got defense there... medical supplies... healers." He looked grim, mostly because that tavern was empty. The Chronomancer was taunting him. Finally he'd take a step from where he stood, and approached Arien with hopes she had that mare near, as he'd overheard. "I'll take a ride..." Came his tired request, in a hoarse voice, weapons all suited against his frame, once more.
Arien offered another look around into the mayhem. The pack was moving, it seemed as if those injured were being tended and moved toward that security. The governor allowed herself one moment to grieve the loss of peace, and then she was moving toward him, despite that strict and dulled expression. He could not lead with a broken body and the pack needed him now.
Leoxander would grip her wrist softly in a hand when she tried to lay it upon him. "When we get there..." He'd not waste time.
Arien said to Leoxander, "We got them out wolf. And live to fight another day.."
Araina nodded swiftly, looking over at Lynette, " Come on then, young one. We can use another pair of hands. The governor can handle him." Smiling somewhat forcibly, she headed toward the cove.
Groth had made his way into the city from the Fog Forest and found himself unable to ignore the shouts and loud noises any longer. The Troll eventually tracked the noises to this Intersection but approached with caution. there was an awful lot going on after all...or so it sounded like. Groth stealthily, or as stealthily as a Troll can, peers around the corner of a nearby building to see what he could. Quite a mess there was there. If Groth wanted in on the action, he was far too late now. He didn't quite feel comfortable enough revealing himself yet though. He wanted to see what they were up to. The loud noises that encouraged him to venture in were long gone now, but it couldn't hurt to watch.
Leoxander knew that scent, and he looked right in the direction the troll was 'hiding', sharply.
Lynette nodded towards Araina, turning to the west. She was a bit slow in the moving part but she would make it there none the less.
Leoxander had already answered, and he'd continue passed the elf after a touch of his blood marked forehead on hers, the only affection he could offer. The rogue continued toward the scent of that white mare, should it be in range, though he'd spare another sidelong look at the edge of that particular building. One still intact.
Araina looked back, regarding the thief, " He'll not move easy until we're going." It was said with the expectation of her joining them, " Come on."
Tysinni blinks at Araina in surprise before murmuring, "Of course..." Another quick look around, assessing the damage and she'd follow the others to whence they led.
Arien whistled softly, and that soft crunch of hooves on broken cobbles would herald the picking of a snow white mare through the debris of battle, nostrils flared and ears swiveling to the sounds of chaos. Jhadi would be at the elf's side in moments, and Arien would turn to ask that alpha at her side quietly. "Can you mount?"
Arien gave 1 white mare to Leoxander.
Ranok || The hooded figure shouts more orders. Double time, the soldiers work. Anyone that could not walk, through injury or other reasons, would be given liters born by the soldiers. Those that could ride were offered a horse, as their riders would be walking with the injured. All but the cart, which smelled sharply of metal, would be heading to the cove to assist the injured. The cart was sent back rumbling down the street, its purpose unstated. It would not be outlandish to assume that it had a reason for being there, though what is a good question. As for the hooded figure himself, he keeps his men working and does what he can to assist, boosting people up onto horses and onto litters.
Leoxander was unaware of his previous introduction of this mare, so he didn't expect it to be any more spooked of a beast than the typical equine. Eyes traced over Ranok and he said simply. "Follow, if you want. We could use a hand with the wounded." It was the only sign of trust Leo could give, right now. A nod given to Arien, and giving the horse a wary look, he'd attempt to place a hand on wither and saddle, or that hindquarter bone for grip, if there was none, to try to pull himself onto Jhadia, leaving some of her white fur and mane touched in the red that had been on his hands.
Jolie || A shadow crosses the sky, jagged of wing and circling.
Tysinni gives one of the hooded soldiers a warning glare as he tries to boost her onto a horse. "I don't ride. I'm not about to get eaten by a horse." Head held up high, she'd start heading to the West behind the others.
Groth :: It would appear that what ever rage had previously controlled almost all of Groth's actions and thoughts had, for the moment, subsided. His curiosity was the prevailing theme to any thoughts now. Even so, he still remained where he was. Being a Troll, he wasn't very good at hiding, but he thought he was right now.
Leoxander would have reached down for Arien, if not for some of the skin peeling on his forearm, and the thick red welts. It was instead kept close, while left hand took reins. He didn't have the grip to hold onto Arien and wouldn't be riding in the back....
Hanan starts yelling incoherently about 'rutting crows' from the vicinity of Lita's room.
Ranok || The hooded figure nods to Leo. His men would follow. He also changes his mind about the cart, seemingly. A shout calls its driver back. Wounded might be able to ride on the sides, if absolutely needed. Either that, or the man suddenly reconsidered the need of what was in it. He himself would not mount, the first to offer his horse to anyone who would use it, walking instead alongside the rest of the group.
Jolie 's familiar made a rapid swoop down, the necromancer shouting an 'ahoy' in case any arrows were pointing her way. The gaunt made a four-point landing not far from the group, unless they were shot at.
Jolie || A coin branded with the symbol of Archmosia rolled from the sineater's fist. Jolie dropped 1 Archmosian daric.
Jolie said, "One down."
Ranok || The men that the hooded man brought were well trained. Though there were shouts of alarm and unrest, they kept their weapons sheathed.
Leoxander shot a look back Groth's way, probably as the elf made her way onto the back of her horse, hooves stirring and balancing out the weight of two riders. "And you could damn well make yourself useful, already." He'd call back for that hiding cave beast, a snarl showing through the bit of blood that was left stuck in his beard. A nudge of heels into ribs would start the mare forward but she'd likely toss a bit in worry at that sudden swoop of necrobeast if Jolie would come to land before that glass and wood and rock scattered intersection, the street cracked and torn, the front of the building missing a window and part of a wall and torn up from earthquakes, inside. Most of the buildings on that part of the island would suffer -some- damage, and bits of fire still burned here and there, on parts of molten rock.
Leoxander shouted, "Hold your fire!"
Jolie stared about at the damage, murmuring, "Weren't kidding, were you..."
Jhadia was a horse bred for war. Despite that wafting cloud of noise and mayhem, the scents of blood and lycan so close over her back, it would only be a nicker and a toss of head the elf's way that would betray her unease. Arien had no intention of leaving that scarred and burned alpha to his own devices on the mare, and she would be, without that assistance that couldn't be offered, swinging up into the saddle to settle at his back. "Hold on.." she murmured as the rogue made that first attempt to guide the mare. An arm would slip around his waist to reach that reign, an extra layer of security against a slide earthward, and she’d attempt at taking control, urging the mare carefully forward into the thinning crowd toward that ocean side walk.
Tysinni gives a suspicious look at the taller hooded soldier that was walking a bit aways from her. He looked a lot like her friend Ranok....only with a hood covering his face. Before she can speculate further, her attention is caught by the strangeness that comes to land not that far away from the trudging survivors. "Erm.....not good." Her statement is more than realized as the familiar drops a coin and it comes to a rolling stop not far from where she stood. "Damn symbols."
Jhadia might have paused, under that elf's touch as company approached.
Leoxander released reins to grip the horse's mane, instead, letting Arien control her steed from there. His eyes were up toward the necromancer, though. "I may not tell the truth, but I don't lie. How many of those g'damn things does he have now?"
Ciya is still harmlessly passed out.
Groth stepped out from behind his cover knowing full well who Leo was referring to. Who else would he speak to in such a way given the circumstances? Even if he was there to be seen, he didn't really do much "helping" at first beyond simply meandering about through the ruined intersection. He was a Troll, what was he supposed to do?
Jolie 's brow buckled. She had to assume the lycan spoke of the same breed of creature who'd come to offer her the Parasite's threat. "That one," she glanced at the coin, "was just some hapless kid he fooled. But another... never seen anything like it, reeked of the dark, was the one who brought Vuryal's word to me. Vailkrin's next, I think." Another glance around. "Anyone know where his hole is? I'll blow the f***er up."
Jolie wore an expression Leo might recognize as the one she wore when she really, really meant it.
Jolie stepped down off the abomination's back and into that shattered street. Her familair canted its head toward Arien. Joliette did not.
Arien said to Jolie, "If you speak of the parasite..he's rebuilding his castle, in the nothern plateaus, there is a hole there, as well, that shows signs of being a point of emergence for a creature of some sort." Arien more than welcomed the idea of Joliette sending either back to whence they'd come.
Leoxander lifted a hand to wipe what was left of druid blood off his face, glancing down at the coin dropped in a frustrated manner. "He just disappeared when I tried to call him out. Locked several inside with some kind of magic. We had to bust 'em out. I'd find yourself somewhere safe to station your people, Jolie. He waited until just the right moment to attack us..." When they were attacked by another, cowardly enough. And Leo was wounded, burned for it.
Jolie said to Arien, "I don't mean the bloody yuletide gnome, do I?"
Arien glanced a maladroit it was still unnerving to meet that eyeless visage.
Leoxander said, "What the hell do we do with that?"
Leoxander motioned his jaw toward the coin, trying to keep Arien and Jolie's attention off one another.
Jolie curled her lip. "When have I ever hidden from a fight?" Clearly, Leo had changed somewhat. She would have shrugged, were it not for the damned knife wound he'd given her. "I'm heading straight for him. We have ... " She bit her lip. "He'll get the message Vailkrin is no sitting duck."
Leoxander said, "I don't think blowin' that hole up is gonna damn well do much."
Jolie said, "It'll make me feel better."
Jolie paused. "Got a better target?"
Jolie might have slid a meaningful glance toward the gubernatorial mansion.
Arien inclined her head to that retort. "At the rate things have been sprouting out of the ground around here, he might be next on the list.." That yuletide gnome. But her eyes were on that coin Leo had indicated.
Leoxander spoke through his teeth. "It's still my g'damn island. Don't muck it up." Arien's, technically, according to the system of government... but, eh... details.
Tysinni was also eyeing the coin. She was a thief after all.
Leoxander didn't have the strength to dismount and pick it up. He wasn't sure he wanted to touch it. "Well?"
Jolie said, "Hm? Well, that's why I'm asking you, isn't it?" She stared. "Or I can just bloody well go home and take care of myself."
Jolie put her boot on that coin.
Tysinni looks slightly disappointed.
Leoxander narrowed his eyes, but he finally said, "Tomorrow. Don't think I'm not going with you to watch your ass." His tone suggested they still had that level of distrust to overcome. Still, she was here. That was a plus. "I've gotta check on the pack and make sure the wounded are seen to. I'll send word to you through Steadmen."
Jolie 's next turn of head was to the familiar, crouched apelike behind her, a large sack strapped with leather thonging on its back.
Arien 's fingers might have curled around the reins then, awaiting that signal to progres when he was ready. Still she'd offer a quiet word to the sin eater.
Leoxander looked at Groth, and then he'd motion his jaw toward Jolie, giving the troll a task he hoped the sin eater would just adore. Sarcasm included. "Watch her." He wasn't sure if the brute would comply, but he sincerely hoped so.
Leoxander nodded to Arien. He wasn't going to touch that damn coin.
Arien said to Jolie, "I can lead you there tomorrow, if none other are available. She had scouted the hole on Jhadia while the pack hunted the noisy beast that had emerged from it, last night."
Jolie said, "I have the means right now to drop him a reply, Leo. You're not ..." she chose her words carefully, despite how rankled she was. ".. my alpha. Nor is Vuryal's demise your show alone. Look around you. This is what happens when you sit on your hands. I have O'Bannion primed to help me with an attack. I'll consider any target you offer me."
Jolie lifted her gaze, finally, to the elf. "Are you unable to draw a map?"
Ranok || The hoodman sidles up to Leo and whispers in the lycan's ear.
Ranok whispered something to Leoxander.
Leoxander narrowed his eyes on Jolie, and he was about to tell her where she should stick that coin when Ranok's near whisper paused him, in a sneer. "Come on then, we'll talk at camp. I can't g'damn well feel my hand." It was the only offer she'd have to further discuss it, or find a place to draw that requested map.
Jolie nodded curtly, and stopped to take up that coin - another present for the Parasite - before once more mounting the abonination's back.
Groth looks around slowly, taking all the havoc in. Occasionally glimpses of his home came into mind as well as the skirmishes his people had with the Dwarven and Drow people alike. The devastation they left could get pretty bad, but this...this was different. Then again, that just might be because this environment was more open than his enclosed stone home. He shook his head free from such thoughts. Nostalgia had no place here. Groth wasn't sure what to do now. He hasn't being attacked, and he was at the dead center of a city filled with beings who would most likely want him forcibly removed from existence. That was a first. In that regard, he felt no inclination to attack, however, he did feel like leaving. they had the situation under control and he certainly wasn't doing anything useful here. Perhaps the fates suddenly smiled upon Groth as he heard Leo ask him to watch the one known as Jolie. Bu why? Has she done something? Will she do something? Either way, Leo wasn't yelling at him, so he might as well stare at Jolie for a bit...so he did.
Tysinni contemplates the energy it would take to leap on that familiar hooded figure and try to see under his hood.
Arien said to Jolie, "You won't need one. Travel north, into the plateaus as far as you can walk. You will see the signs he has erected to declare his offering of goods to the people, the hole is just west of the entrance to that place. I can provide a more detailed map, once I've secured a place to draw it." . Arien was nudging Jhadi into her walk then, ensuring the advance of the trio toward that secure camp.
Jolie shivered, feeling eyes on her. She'd turn a gaze upon Groth as chill as any Frostmaw morning. But it was momentary. The gaunt took to its wings.
Leoxander might have finally slumped back a little against the elf, cradling that right arm and mourning the damage of his ink.
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