RP:What The Fox (Was) Dragged In (By)

Part of the Unforeseen Consequences Arc

Blood Fountain

This historic fountain has been magically restored, though with differences. The outer wall stands three feet high in a perfect circle, and a central pedestal rises a foot above that. On this have been raised two figures carved of pure white stone, a noble Lord and Lady of proud bearing, both obviously vampires. They are dressed in elegant robes, the embroidery depicted by fine, spidery engravings on the stone itself. Around the outside of the pool are carved, in slightly less detail than the statues above, depictions of all the races that may be sired, each in a vampiric form. The pool is already filled with bland but nutritious blood, the pipes creating a hypnotic spiraling motion as it flows in a clockwise direction. To the south a dimming path leads to high and ornate iron gates, beyond which may be glimpsed the tops of tombstones glinting below the bright moon as well as several larger buildings, and to the north seems to lie another hub of activity for the citizens and visitors of Vailkrin, to judge by the stream of nobles,commoners, traders and ruffians alike that are constantly treading to and fro.

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Kasyr is present. Sweeping. With the end of the world having been postponed for the immediate moment, the Kensai is simply sweeping the glass, gibs, and other ..miscellaneous material out of the square. A job he is doubly qualified for, given that he can solve the occasional cultist or aberration related problem with a solid dose of extreme (and excessive) Violence.

Iintahquohae knits blankie patches and lurks. <<;

Gorzhageigk wanders into view looking not too dissimilar from the zombies and other assorted undead that often roam the streets. A lack of anything living to nom will do that to a fatty. It is for this reason that the very large and very filthy beast-turned-man shambles down the cobblestone streets of Vailkrin toward the Blood Fountain. If he takes notice of Kasyr, it is only for a brief second. Stoopid dead people, walking and whatnot.

Iintahquohae , with the assistance of her makeshift crutch, heads for what remained of the Blood Fountain. Staying cooped up in that tavern with her leg propped up was beginning to wear on her, and fresh air - even if it sorta smelled like whatever those monsters' remains might smell like - would probably be a good thing now that the sky wasn't raining down horrible things. The seamstress spots the Kensai sweeping and waves, but keeps her distance so she doesn't end up blocking the path of his broom. "It's been quiet," Inks says, whilst shooting a brief glance skyward. "Do you think this is calm before the storm?"

Kasyr doesn't really take all that much note of Gorzhageigk, until he continues to amble further and further into the midst of the town square. It's only when the fatty-dragon-in-disguise get's near the remains of the fountain that the Kensai begins to make his way over towards him. Wasting no time, the Revenant nudges at Gorz with the broom, seemingly intent on redirecting him away from it "Oi. We're cleaning here, et toute cela." Which includes cleaning up the rubble of the fountain, given that infamous landmark had been obliterated, yet again. It was like some sort of...disaster magnet. "Would tu mind?" It's only when Inky addresses the Revenant that he ceases badgering Gorz with the broom, turning to face her, "I'm not sure, Cherie. Though, given that thing es still visible? I imagine it's far from done, yet. We still haven't cleared out the cultists, or slain their leader." A pause, and then the revenant adds, "You gotten someone to look at that wound, Stitch? Wouldn't want it to get infected. Or, all that other fun stuff."

Kirien has found himself in quite the sticky predicament - literally. Maybe he'll explain how it all happened later on, but for now he seems more focused on yelling at Kasyr as soon as he, and the beast he's stuck to, emerge with an explosive burst of rock from the sewer system tucked below Vailkrin's streets. Covered head to toe in a curious, gooey substance that appears to work quite effectively as a strong adhesive, the genasi has somehow managed to get himself stuck to the rough hide of one of Jolie's old 'pets'; the chitterling, as hungry as ever, has finished devouring anything Kirien left alive in the tunnels and now seems set on consuming anything else, apparently unaware or uncaring of the vampire currently glued to its back, just behind its great head. Funnily enough, he looks more bored than panicked by this point, presumably because he's been there a while. Sadly he's been unable to free himself, his magic reserves heavily taxed from fighting other nasties, and his beloved axe as stuck as he is, still clutched tightly in his hand. Taking a moment to sniff the air curiously, the chitterling's attentions pass briefly over Gorz and the destroyed street then snap to Kasyr. It exhales its trademark chittering noise, sounding positively -excited-, while Kirien sighs heavily. "Aren't you full yet," he remarks.

Kasyr said, "....Hold that thought."

Kirien 's ears perk up slightly at the sound of a familiar voice. "Oh-- Kasyr!" He twists a bit, but due to his position, he's sort of blocked out behind the juvenile crest of short tendrils framing the chitterling's head - so he can neither see his sire nor can he be seen, really, seeming more a disembodied voice than anything. But that chitterling smells a lot like Kirien...

Gorzhageigk grunts at Kasyr and his incessant prodding. He looks across to the tiefling then down at the offending broom handle, briefly considering the thought of tasting one or both of them. He dismisses the thought, however, with the knowledge from experience that wood tastes woody and the assumption that a simple sweeper can't possibly taste good. He glances toward Iintahquohae. She seems normal. Normal generally means human. Humans are delicious. He grins at the thought and makes his way toward her, politely tipping his filthy little hat in greeting.

Iintahquohae didn't know if anybody checked the healing cuts running up her leg for infection before it was bound up and placed in its makeshift brace, but hoped that that was proper procedure with whoever did it while she was unconscious. A curious glance is given to Gorz, followed by a lofted brow - Inks assumed he was a vampire like the majority of other folks she had encountered in Vailkrin so far. Maybe they drank so much that they grew bloated. The thought lingers for a moment before her attention returns to Kasyr, who she answers with a slight shrug. "I would imagine before it was wrapped up in this," she pointed at the makeshift brace and the layers of cloth coiled around her leg, "that it was checked.." The approach of another creature that didn't look particularly friendly makes Inks think her decision to go for a walk was not the best one. As she's about to turn, her eyes find Gorz again, and once more her brow raises. "..Hi there," she greets.

Gorzhageigk does, indeed, ignore the sticky beast and its rider/prisoner, with blatant disregard. >.>

Kasyr looks to the chitterling for a moment, before his eyes drift down to the broom, and then back up to the chitterling. For a moment, his expression seems almost thoughtful, albeit a touch on the homicidal side. Following Kirien's words, tThere's an absolutely caustic murmur of, "Look what followed you home." before the Revenant simply backs up towards Inky and hands her the broom. "Hold this a moment, Stitch. Oh, et er, brace yourself?" Which is about all the warning the seamstress gets before Kensai moves to curl his arms under her, so that he can literally try and sweep Inky off her feet. And run. Away from the chitterling, which is starting to reach uncomfortably close to the 'could eat a small building..whole' size rating.

Kasyr internally wonders if the gore-stained Gorz will trip, or something. This is like outrunning a bear. Right?

Kirien , subject to the chitterling's whims and with no real warning as to when it will act upon them, gives a startled shout when the beast springs forward suddenly. The remaining length of its enormous, serpentine body bursts out of the sewer hatch and shreds the surrounding rock in the process, its bulk simply too vast to squeeze through the hole; and it twists across the ruined cobblestones as Kasyr turns to flee with Inks. Moving with a frightening amount of speed for something so massive, the chitterling slithers after the revenant, apparently rather excited at the prospect of a chase if its gleeful chattering is anything to go by. The sound is unsettlingly reminiscent in tone of a youth's laughter. "Kasyr!" Kirien yells again as he figures out what's happening, drawing out his sire's name in a distinctly irritated voice. "Get back here! Oh, goddamn it-- catch him, uh...beast! Whatever tu are!" And the chitterling seems quite intent on doing just that, though likely not because Kirien said so.

Iintahquohae doesn't remove her unblinking, wide-eyed gaze from the chitterling when Kasyr hands over the broom. She blindly feels for it and holds it loosely in her hands, but her grip tightens when the revenant scoops her up and starts to run. She keeps one hand on the broom and the other practically clings to her speedy carrier, while she watches the chittering creature chasing them and the terramancer adhered to its back. "What is that thing?!" The seamstress yells. By the way Kasyr knew to flee immediately, she assumes this one didn't fall out of the sky like the others. As much as Inks detested being lifted off of the ground, she's gratefully appreciating the lift now.

Gorzhageigk growls a bit and lunges for Kasyr as he takes off with his dinner. He turns around to inspect the commotion behind him just in time to see an enormous, "What in the sands is -that-?!" rushing toward him. He scrambles backwards, nearly tripping on his own two feet, before grimacing and steadying himself. No matter. The only thing for a 'could eat a small building whole,' kinda monster is a 'could eat a rural village,' type beast. He plants his feet parts his jaw, releasing a terrifying roar as if to scare off the approaching monstrosity and, failing that, he rears back a fist ready to impale the monster's face with the force of an angry and huinger-motivated brown dragon, his muscles and features already rippling with the transformation from man to beast.

Kasyr nimbly sidesteps Gorz's lunge, something which has him sprinting full tilt towards an alley, instead of along the main road. "Hungry. Er." Leaping over a rain barrel that's been stuffed to the brim full of body parts, the Kensai lands on the other side and keeps going, "Chitterling. It eats things. People. Spiders." A quick glance backwards, and the revenant casually adds, "Wants to eat moi." Darting down a side-alley, the revenant finally asks, "Are you fine with getting stuck on a roof? I need to go back there. Et, er, try et get it out of the city." Means pending.

Dami just so happened to be hiding in that very same side-alley. Smoking a cigarette, keeping an eye out- but mostly smoking a cigarette. Up until last night, where she was last seen in the Hanging Corpse, Dami had doing her best to duck out and avoid as much as this fight as possible. If that mean hiding in an alley smoking cigarettes like an underaged teenager.. then so be it. "I'm not going on any roofs. Just letting you know right now." Kasyr was the last person she expected to find here.. and just who in the hell was he talking to?

Kirien :: When its beeline after Kasyr is annoyingly interrupted by an intervening individual, the chitterling does not balk nor cease its chase, hell bent on catching the revenant. Anything that gets in the way, be it building or person or...monster-thing, will simply become collateral damage left in the wake of the wyrmling's destructive course. Its maw spreads wide, revealing a sight that would drain the colour from the face of the living and send shivers through the bones of any stood in its path - for it's like looking into a hell of a sort, rows upon rows of serrated fangs circling a black abyss that descends into a stomach of seemingly-unfathomable depth, since it's always hungry. An ear-piercing screech, like that of nails scraping down a chalk-board, rips through the air in response to that challenging roar and the chitterling appears intent on barrelling straight into Gorz, hoping to catch him with a swift and unforgiving lunge before he has the chance to transform, its jaws snapping at that tasty arm he so politely extended for it to chew up. Even if it misses, the sheer bulk of its body makes the chitterling a veritable battering ram, and it's been tearing up the durable stone used to pave Vailkrin's roads, leaving a noticeable, slithering trail of crushed rock behind it.

Kirien , in the meantime, has ceased shouting due to the fact that some of the goo covering him got into his mouth, and has half-sealed his lips shut. Quietly fuming, he remains firmly attached to the chitterling's crown, and makes a mental note to let the beast snap at Kasyr a couple of times even if he -does- get freed.

Iintahquohae didn't know what to make of the growling man as Kasyr brushes past him. With each word he uses to describe what exactly the chitterling is, the seamstress's face goes paler in hue. While she didn't like the idea of being in a high place where the likelihood of her falling and making her broken leg worse, or even worse, breaking her other leg, Inks doesn't see much of a choice. "It won't climb up to the roof, right?" Both of her hands cling to the broom instead of the revenant now, as if it'll be any help against something that could easily swallow her whole. "..And I can take this with me?" Dami's voice nearby causes her head to turn, and she waves with a trembling hand. "Hi Green."

Gorzhageigk isn't one to back down from a challenge and he'll be damned before something can out eat him. If that means saving the poor sods in the area so that he can dine on them himself, so be it. He lurches forward, gagging, his body still mid-transformation. Dirty white skin melts away as light brown scales replace it. The man's arms and legs begin to expand and contort into powerful claws and haunches built to support the beast's impressive size. Sand pours from his now gaping maw, the obvious source of his unseemly retching. It is at this point that you might have lost sight of the brown dragon as the wyrm bites down on his prey only to be met with the equal and opposite force of that sand exploding outwardly in a protective bubble around Gorzhageigk, preventing him from being devoured as he finishes his transformation.

Kasyr hurries further down the alley, up until he finds what he's looking for- a portion of the building that's been suitably damaged by the various calamities to befall the city. Taking a moment to gird himself, the Kensai promptly hops up onto a partially collapsed wall, before making his way up to a portion of the buildings roof that -hadn't- caved in. By this point, the chitterling would no doubt be visible again, which coaxes a particularily unpleasent truth out of the Kensai, "It won't climb the roof, non." It wouldn't need to. ".. But, er, sure, Stitch. Take the broom. Maybe you can use it to ..uh. Fend off...cultists?" Or as a toothpick. That morbid thought aside, the Kensai simply moves to settle the seamstress down, before he simply begins to slide down to a part of the roof that overlooks the alley, "Hey, Dami. You can fight the chitterling on foot then. Which es to say, come help me get this thing out of here."

Dami drew the cigarette in-- held it --and gave the man the most quizzical of looks. The hell was a chitterling? The seamstress was given a subtle wave while she walked towards the edge of the alley, peeking around the corner quite scooby-doo-ish. So -that- was the tremoring she felt coming his way.. of course he would bring it her this way. Exhale.. one big ball of smoke. "I'm going to kill you when it doesn't.." Dami tried to sock him in arm none to playfully before dropping the stump of her cigarette on the ground, shortly exiting the alley. "How do you insist we-" Both the feeling, and sight of sand pouring from the dragon caught her off guard; why was there sand in Vailkrin?

Shishi said, "No way."

Kirien scrunches his nose a little as a wave of sand bursts like a breaking ocean wave over his head. He only really succeeds in getting his face stuck in that incredibly disgruntled expression, whilst the granules that cascade down the chitterling's hide and onto him promptly glue themselves to the sticky film coating his body. On the other hand, the chitterling does not appear too bothered by the sand explosion nor the shifting barrier now blocking Gorz from view, merely momentarily bemused it didn't manage to catch its snack. A second, clear eyelid formed specifically for protecting its eyes from the sand blinks once before the juvenile sandwyrm strikes a second time, lightning-fast, throwing its maw at the sandy globe as its body coils tight about it and begins to squeeze, -hard-. It really will eat anything. It bites at the sand a few times before its sharp eyes catch recognisable movement from a nearby rooftop - the monstrous beast's head jerks round to stare up at where Kasyr and Inks stand framed by the jagged scar of the newly-stitched rift. In an instant it's peeled itself away from Gorz to race headlong for the building the two are perched atop of, the looming walls doing little to deter it as the chitterling slams headfirst into the unfortunate construct, bulldozing its way through a shop front in a violent spray of glass shards and broken brick. Slithering through three rooms and four solid walls, it bursts into the alleyway on the far side, twittering eagerly. Somehow Kirien manages to avoid taking too much damage, likely due to the relative protection granted by his position half-under the tough crown of spiny tendrils growing from the top of the beast's head. He's started shouting as best he can again, though. "I swear to god if someone doesn't get me off of this thing, I'll raze Vailkrin myself!" An empty threat really-- even more so considering his current situation.

Dami thought something was familiar..

Iintahquohae still held that broomstick in a tightened grip after Kasyr settled her down on the roof, and from her elevated position of the scene, her skin goes even paler than before. A dragon spouting off plumes of sand -and- that chitterling thing? She was beginning to think the stuff falling from the sky was nicer, even more so when the chitterling makes its way over toward the alleyway and the roof begins to shake. She's on her feet with the help of the broom, and begins a not so speedy (though as speedy as she could possibly move) hobble away to the far end of the roof that wasn't near that monster.

Gorzhageigk turns as he watches the chitterling head toward the rooftops, sand falling from the sky as he drops his concentration. Contest be sodded, this was much too much like work and so the fat dragon abandons ship, taking to the skies with a beat of his wings and high-tailing it right out of there

Kasyr gives Dami an absolutely unamused look, "Well, I don't think we'll have any trouble getting it to follow us..." Specifically, it seems to remember that the Revenant is tasty, so realistically, it's chasing him, but anyways. The Kensai doesn't elaborate on this point, however, as he instead hops over to a roof adjacent from Inky, favouring the section that borders along the road in an attempt to get the chitterling to get out of the alley. "So. Really, just help me lead it to the forest? And keep ahead of it." This is shouted over his shoulder, as he begins to hustle in that direction, "It eats spiders, et such. Well, it eats everything, but spiders moreso." Kasyr ponders about his plan, wondering whether or not it'll scuttle back underground after this. It then dawns on him that he's forgetting a key part. "Oh. And rescue Kirien. That needs to happen, at some point." There we go.

Dami let a long, deep sigh. Help Kasyr fight it, lead it away, feed it spiders, and save Kirien; next time she was punching him across the jaw. This was for the elf, day three in the fight for Vailkrin. Too much energy and muscle had been spent, too many injuries sustained, and all around- too much bullshi *Chitterling smash* -t for this elf to handle. Still, she'd comply, only because she wanted to save Kirien.. who she couldn't quite see. As she broke into a staggered dash towards the wyrm, the halberd dragging behind ripped apart what was left of the cobblestone road, doing more damage then good. The care for tactics, technique, and stratagy was at an all time low for Dami. Her new plan for anyone and anything from here on out was smash it hard, and if that didn't work, smash at it harder; she was going headfirst for the chitterling's body like a linebacker would a quarterback.

Kirien is briefly glad for the gluey substance holding him in place when the chitterling rears up, lifting its great head from the ground and inadvertently repositioning the helpless genasi at a near-vertical angle in the process. He's only saved from a rough descent by the very troublesome goo that got him stuck here in the first place. While the beast stares at Kasyr with rising excitement, Kirien faces the rooftop Inks has been left on and, sensing her via her emotions more than anything else, offers a weak smile in her general direction and a half-hearted, "This es not my best day." Dami's reckless rush actually draws the chitterling's attentions away from the revenant on the roof, if only for a brief moment - its tail comes bursting through the house wall a second later, showering bricks and dust over the narrow alleyway and catching the poor vampire fully in the side. It flicks her up into the air with its tail tip then effectively hits a home-run, sending Dami soaring across the cityscape as it winds its way back out of the alley and into a wider road. Hot on Kasyr's heels, the wyrmling chitters and bites at his shadow, while Kirien takes the opportunity to complain loudly, "How could you -forget- that fact until the last minute?!" Apparently he heard the revenant's prior words.

Dami is blasting off once again. *Ting*

Iintahquohae turns at the sound of Kirien's voice, and frowns. He's been on the chitterling's back this entire time? Poor thing..Ah. A lightbulb goes off, and she heads back toward the chitterling and the terramancer adhered to its back. The bristled end of the broom is shoved out for Kirien to grab (she isn't aware of his lack of sight, unfortunately), and shouts, "Grab on if you can! Maybe I could pull you of-" The rest of the seamstress's sentence is lost in the in the crashing noise somewhere below. She jumps with a start, and a very unfortunate trip due to the angle of the roof. Due to her uneven footing, Inks falls into the direction of the chitterling and the broom acts like a springboard. After the few seconds that she's in the air, the woman is effectively stuck to the chitterling's back, just like Kirien, only upside down. The broom's bristled end sticks out at an odd angle on the chitterling as well, just inches away from her sticky hand."..Dammit." Really. Could this get any worse?

Kasyr has been stealing glances this entire while... which is why he's able to get an eyeful of Dami's fate. With a notable wince, the Revenant can't help but murmur, "Way to make an Impact, Dami. ..Well, I guess when you land..." For his wit (or rather, due to his lack of paying attention), the Kensai quite nearly runs right off the edge of the roof, one foot fleetingly dangling out over nothing in particular, before the Revenant resumes his frantic course. It's during this time that he becomes distinctly aware that there's now two voices behind him, when there should only be one. With a sigh that is bordering on contemptuous the Revenant valiantly dives off the house...and straight towards the ground. This isn't a display of the Revenants sudden hatred for his own life, however. Mid-fall, the Revenants back begins to crackle with energy, before the Kensai promptly slams into the back- a momentous shockwave of raw kinetic force tearing through the street and sending debris crashing into the sewers. Kasyr, for his part, follows soon after, hitting the ground in an awkward handstand, before he drops himself to his feet and continues to rush. The Revenants goal, at this point, is simply to momentarily stall the damnable thing.

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Streets of Vailkrin

The main shopping district continues here, though the broad central street of the City narrows somewhat toward the west. North is the armourer's shop, and to the south is a small stone building with a range of well-made coffins displayed along its outer walls. To the west the road is heavily lined with trees, and leads toward some sort of historic monument.

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Kirien registers some vague impact close nearby him shortly following Inks' words, and it takes him a second to understand that she's now suffering the same predicament he is, stuck to the chitterling's back not too far below him. "Should've stayed on the roof," he sighs faintly as the chitterling snickers and chirps, rampaging through Vailkrin's streets and tailing Kasyr closely. So close, in fact, that it's left with no time to defend against the oncoming shockwave caused by the revenant's impact with the ground after dropping off a roof. The blast sends the wyrmling flailing back in pain, disorientated and shrieking, its vigorous head-shaking in an attempt to ease the dizziness only ending with it smashing into a nearby building and tearing its snout through a third floor room. Luckily, the angle mostly displaces the debris away from Inks and Kirien, the latter of whom has his ears pinned back in agonised response to the eruption of physical force ringing in his sensitive hearing. Hissing, the chitterling regains its bearings and searches for Kasyr, and focuses on the cavernous opening that leads back down into the sewers. "Might want to keep your head down," suggests Kirien to Inks in a distinctly sarcastic voice as their unwitting captor literally dives into the network of tunnels, snaking its way enthusiastically after Kasyr.

Kasyr 's solution is elegant in it's simplicity. Once more, the Kensai begins to shimmer with that familiar electrical glow, those peculiar sparks manifesting at once around his left leg, and his blade- if only so that he can thrust his arm forward. This time, however, the reaction is far different, as the Kensai proceeds to surge down the tunnel in a surge of literal lightning. Essentially, the Revenants simply using the unobstructed straightaway that runs beneath the streets to gain as much distance between himself and the Chitterling, without skewering a few dozen citizens along the way. It's only when he reaches the relative end of the tunnel that his 'charge' gutters out, something which sends him skidding to a halt just moments before he impacts into a wall. Takking only a brief pause to check his now bleeding left leg, Kasyr promptly proceeds to concentrate. At this point, things were about to get a fair bit...tricky.

Kirien :: The chitterling gives a faintly furious hiss as it watches Kasyr streak away into the tunnel's inky depths, unable to keep pace despite its very best efforts to do so. It might be frighteningly fast for a creature of such magnificent size, but its speed simply cannot match the revenant's lightning. Still it doggedly attempts to chase him down, slithering along the passageway, sheer stubbornness driving it - the chitterling refuses to give up the hunt of its most delicious one-time snack, practically drooling at the idea of sinking its teeth into Kasyr's flesh again. He really would make a good meal...and there's blood on the tunnel floor, now, whose scent it recognises. The chitterling redoubles its efforts and rushes headlong for Kasyr at the end of the tunnel, its excited noises rebounding eerily off the walls, while Kirien simply sighs. "Stubborn thing. Gotta admire your tenacity, I guess."

Kasyr has not been spending his time idly waiting. Even now, both the darkness upon the Kensai person and that within his immediate vicinity begins to twist and quiver- as though the very shadows had gained depth. And indeed, those tenebrous shapes begin to pool about the Revenant, gathering about his feet, if only to begin crawling over him like some nightmarish second skin. Kasyr may even be obscured for a moment, as he proceeds to gather all those shades about his arm, and form an overtly large gauntlet-esque construct..the likes of which is immediately put to use in bashing a hole through the sewer ceiling. From there, the Kensai puts that oversized appendage to use, grabbing onto the edge of the hole he created if only to pull himself out from the tunnel. By this point, Kasyr has effectively reached the bridge which connects Vailkrin to the dark forest, what has now become a -very- pivotal area in his plan. At this point, the Kensai simply intends to stay upon the edge of that precipice, whilst still remaining within few of the hole he made in the ground. Once the beast (hopefully) lunged towards him, he'd simply take a step back, and effectively 'plummet' over the edge, with the chitterling hopefully in tow. 'Plummet' being the key word here, since he's more or less just going to grab hold of a lower edge, with a little help of the shadowy construct he's currently wielding. Still, it's not like such a fall is all that likely kill the damnable thing, though it'd at least get it out of his hair.At the very least, it might get distracted by the creatures that lived at the bottom of the ravine, for a while. Perhaps drift back down towards the underdark. As for the comedy duo that are currently glued to it. Well, Kasyr's pretty sure he has that part worked out.

Kirien braces as best he can for another impact. Through his secondary connection to the earth granted by picking up vibration -through- the chitterling's body, he sees as much as he needs to perceive the abrupt end of the tunnel, and knows well that the beast won't slow down anywhere near enough to stop before crashing into it. However, it changes the angle of its head all of a sudden, coiling its entire body before pushing off and surging straight upwards to burst out from underground, leaving a second hole in its wake a scant ten feet away from the one Kasyr created. It twists into the air, curves in a graceful arc, then dips and dives for the revenant, its mouth yawning wide in preparation to swallow him whole. But it does not get to taste this delicacy. Hungry jaws instead snap shut around a great chunk of stone on the edge of the precipice, and then the beast goes careening into empty space with a piercing shriek of mixed surprise and anger at being outsmarted. Totally blind now, Kirien resorts to borrowing the chitterling's vision by establishing an empathic thread between their minds. He comments, "Interesting," as everything blinks into vivid detail. A ravine; a great, massive scar in the earth delving down to a bottom he cannot see even with the chitterling's sharpened eyesight. Kirien swallows thickly, and curiously enough feeds a tiny amount of reassuring emotion through to the tumbling wyrmling before severing the connection and calling blindly to Kasyr, "Well?!" He really does hope his sire has some plan worked out for their rescue - if not for him, then certainly for Inks, who appears to have fainted.

Kasyr||The very moment that Chitterling & Co begin to plummet over the edge, the Kensai is already prepared for the next phase of this particular rescue mission. By this point, that peculiar aura of darkness the Revenant had called upon was no longer needed, the gauntlet he had formed out of those twisting shadows now seeping away into Vailkrins darkness. What takes it's place is light, a radiant surge erupting from the Kensais position, the likes of which seems to sink into the Revenants arms. As though on cue, the wing tattoo's on Kasyrs wrists shift, swell and then rip- aureate and platinum energies bleeding out across his flesh. For those who are familiar with the Kensai, they might recognize Empera- the virtuous 'weapon' of Temperence whose chosen form is a set of Platinum vambraces, whose unique design has lent them some particularily fierce claws. Without a second thought, the Kensai shoves off from his 'perch', hurling himself after the chasm-bound chitterling and it's unwilling companions. With a fluid grace that seems altogether unnatural, the Revenant flicks the Katana he's still clutching forward, the blade's tip leveled towards the beast- even as a frenzy of sparks begins to erupt in the air around Kasyr. Inwardly, the Kensai can't help but reflect on the monumental nuisance his current lack of wings has turned out to be; the damnable things having failed to regenerate after the events leading to the stitch of the portal, no doubt due to the sheer number of secondary wounds he'd accumulated. Wounds which he was once more accumulating, even now, due to the invocation of his abilities- coaxing patches of flesh and muscle along his back to begin to eroding away in a wash of electrical energy. Not that it was enough to stop the Revenant.

Kasyr hurtled down towards the pair like some errant bolt of lightning spat down from the heavens, cleaving down through the canyon in an erratic series of arcs until he finally slams the blade into the chitterlings back. Unnaturally durable scales cedes beneath the incredible force that crashes into it, failing to protect the flesh beneath. Kirien, should he be capable of looking off to the side, would only have a few moments to contemplate the trench that had been carved into the creatures outer hide- if only because the Kensai's sword abruptly flicks out to make a second, deeper gash...the likes of which is accompanied by all the residual energy that the Kensai had not yet expended. Forces which are more than enough to sear through the creature and effectively sever the mass of scales that Inky and Kirien are attached to from the whole. Kasyr, for his part, manages toresheathe his blade, before launching himself away from the chitterlings shrieking body. It's only now that the true reason for manifesting Empera is revealed, the Revenant whipping his left hand towards the cliff side, if only for a number of nigh imperceptible wires to flick outwards, each one seeking purchase upon the rocks as if they possessed some rudimentary form of sentience. Simultaneously, his right hand reaches out towards the plummeting pair, a number of filaments lashing out to ensare them both, scale and all. Which is about the point the Kensai starts to curse profusely, as he's promptly made subject to their combined body weight being essentially maintained by his still injured form. "And this...is why you don't wander away..from home. Et get lost." Kasyr is currently being pendulum'd back and forth. He's allowed to be immensely angry. On the bright side, he's unnatural enough that it isn't splitting him in half.

Kirien has become so very used to falling. He should have been far more panicked than he is but he falls with only a hint of trepidation, his eye closing. Through the chitterling's eyes he caught a very brief glimpse of a resplendent light just before cutting off the connection, and while the sight of it bemuses him, Arte appears to react by shimmering in a similar manner, if nowhere near as brightly. Kirien simply assumes it to be some form of rescue measure concocted by Kasyr. And he's right, though he does not realise it until moments later. All of a sudden the chitterling's emotions spike with immense agony and Kirien's glad he severed the bond, else he might have felt that pain more fully himself. Being blind, he's not wholly certain of what Kasyr is doing except that it involves electricity and that it's hurting the beast terribly, causing it to shriek and scream, twisting madly beneath him. Then...well, then it's simply not there any more. He hears the chitterling tumbling deeper into the ravine, its thrashing tail colliding with the wall here and there, the scent of blood strong but fading, gradually. The fall ends with an abrupt jolt as those unseen (to Kirien) wires draw taught and the empath hears Kasyr's anger and pain in his voice as much as he senses it somewhere above. "...To be fair, I didn't plan any of this," he answers with a soft frown. "I don't even know what that -was-, truly." Angular patterns of light begin to glow faintly upon the genasi's skin, glinting gold as they trace their way out like old scars, from his forehead to his fingertips. Arte's aura grows, too, until Kirien feels he has the strength to speak a word that aches with magical energies and sparks on his tongue like electricity; and the ravine ripples, before two slabs of stone shoot out from either side of the chasm and join in the middle as some sort of bridge, and are conveniently positioned right beneath the slice of chitterling scales Kirien and Inks are still stuck to. Kirien merely wants to help relieve the strain put upon Kasyr, but the repercussions of forcing himself to cast without movement have him trembling. "How do you propose we get out of here?"

Kirien sounds utterly exhausted, by this point. That's because he is.

Kasyr , once he's lost enough momentum, deposits Inky and Kirien onto the ledge with all due haste, before settling himself down not far off from it. "Now? Now I get you pried off of there, bit by bit, et then we get both you et her back to the city. Because, since you essentially caused it's rampage...?" There's no proof otherwise, anyways. "... it's only fair you see after the repairs." A pause, and the Kensai casually adds, "Not that you're obligated to do it alone. If tu can wrangle Dami to help you, all the better." It's on that note that the Revenant gets to work at liberating Kirien from his plight, "Also, Feed. When you get to the tavern, get a bottle in you- et then go feed. You will -starve- to death in this city if you don't watch it. We don't.. our appetites feed, if tu stay here. So make sure to feed. Make sure Dami does, too."

Kirien pulls a bit of a pained face and is not wholly sure he agrees with that accusation. "Did I? I'm not sure I did-- it saw you, es all. Seems to like you, actually," he muses, before heaving a sigh of defeat. "Oui, sure, fine. But I definitely need a bath first." Wincing, his szuldar fading until they resemble nothing more than faded scars, he tries to pull himself up off the scaly plate and fails abysmally, then attempts to twitch his head toward the unconscious Inks. "I hope she's okay." He doesn't focus on her for too long - she's alive, -alive-, with a pulsing heartbeat and oh, gods he's hungry. It's been over a day and Kirien can feel that twisted, bloodthirsty thing within him craving to feed. He nods. "Bottle, food, bath. Works for me." And then he has a city to help rebuild.