RUNE {IC}

[Major Ursa]

Her shoulders shook as she barely contained the amount of laugher tricking out as a few hardy chuckles, a small series of giggles, her chest jiggling only a little...while simultaniously crying, hot tears coming down her cheeks, her mouth curled into a strange sort of grin, "I...that story...Sir Sinatra, you should learn how to handle animals better, I could teach you how to handle them better! Its just, the story shouldn't have ended with you killing the horse!"

Whilst saying her bit, there was a loud yell as Jural was attacked by what looked to be a--metal werewolf? With a mental 'hell to the no', Chaikin got up with the intentions of subduing the beast with her own strengths till the others could bring in their own choice of arms. Grabbing to latch on around the neck, she tried to reach other to the beasts ear to yell into it, but much of her breath was forced out of her from the beast's eratic movements. So instead, she decided to improvise and spit into the werewolf's ear (wtf?). Opening up wide with a mouth full of saliva, another of the beast's sudden movements caused her to lose some grip and fall a bit, sticking her tongue directly into it's ear while some hot breath was forced out into it all the while.

[Keia Vewyx]

Dena had heard about the Deserts of Terra. It was much less harsh than the IGNIS barren lands, but it carried its own potent hazards. The barren lands were hot, too hot to survive long stays, but the desert of TERRA… it was devoid of life. It was almost like there was no sky, with the sun scorching the day and the moon freezing the night. It was pure earth; FJELL’s absolute territory. While they were traveling, their guide, Hondo, had told Dena of their purpose: to find an item or artifact for the paladin, Jural, and keep an eye out for other, more expensive treasure. When she first heard their purpose, Dena tried to contain her laughter. She had thought them all mercenaries, or a traveling band of misfits. But treasure hunters? Dena was quite glad, and amused, that she was taken into such an interesting group’s care. But…

The moment Dena set eyes on the desert, without cart or road or city in sight, she felt that their goal was surely possible. The desert glistened like a sea of jewels under the shimmering sun, a vast wealth of treasure hidden just beneath the surface of the golden waves. And even now, under the twinkling starlight, small glimmers of treasures forgotten would touch the surface of the frozen sea.

The agitation and stress of the day were soon forgotten in the cave they settled in. Dena stayed just inside the mouth of the cavern so that she may watch the glittering sands. How calming it was, the cool and crisp air sharply kissing her red hands and the soft light bouncing among the dunes. It was peaceful and calming. Perhaps it was because she was a demon that she did not worry about the beasts that traversed the night, or how –without this cave and fire- the bitter cold would soon be gnashing at their bodies.

Grey approached Dena and thanked her for earlier in the day, probably implying her removing the White-Rise Reaver’s poison. She slid her hands back into their sleeves and spoke quietly, though she did not hide her naturally demonic voice from Grey, “Don’t worry about it. After all, you brought me along in case things like that happen, right?” Dena knew quite a few spells and tricks against poisons and venoms, what with such blights being rather abundant in IGNIS. But, perhaps, Dena was just lucky that the Reaver’s poison wasn’t much different to other similar species in IGNIS.

Dena was rather conflicted. She wanted to talk, but didn’t want to. She liked to converse with people but was afraid of letting slip her identity. In actuality, like the demon she was, she was a rather outgoing and “honest” (or more correctly blunt) individual but she constantly hid under layers of black cloths, the church of BRANN, and her own species. And with Jural, a paladin, traveling with them, Dena wondered if she would ever be allowed to lose the heavy black cloaks that held her secrets.

Secrets are one thing. Staying alive is another.

Dena recoiled when the large, metallic object flew over her head and collided with Jural. A quick struggle ensued and Jural was able to force the object, what looked like a wolf, off of him. However, it was soon revealed that the large beast was a large, metal werewolf. Chaikin quickly leaped upon it, but Dena was unable to see what happened as she quickly escaped outside the mouth of the cave and hid behind the walls of the mouth outside. Mostly to stay out of battle to stay hidden, but part of it was so that she could trap the beast inside. A faint smoke trail started slithering out from her sleeves as she steeled herself for combat.

[Freeshooter92]

"True, true. But job or not, I can't help but feel grateful." The mercenary replied. All in all, today was a good day. He was still a little annoyed that their esteemed guide had stolen claim to his kill, but it sure beat being dead. It was a bit cold out, But Grey would manage. after all, UMBRA was not a very warm place anyhow. It seemed the others were enjoying themselves, something about a horse or somesuch. "Well, I'd say it's about time to get some-" BOOM. "The hell?!" In the distance it seemed someone set off one of Sinatra's traps. And when he saw the object hurtling towards him, he had no choice but to fall to te ground to avoid being carried off.

Scrambling up, he had realized that it was some sort of armored werewolf! "Get back!" Grey unfortunately did not have his axe on him, but he did have his shield. With his thunderous charge, he knocked the beast up and into a wall(inadvertly shaking Chaikin off), Slamming him into it and pinning him there with his shield. With a rage he had not yet demonstrated he began to repeatedly struck the thing in it's metal visage, ignoring the pain one would experience punching solid metal. After about the ninth blow, he released the creature, at least confident his mighty blows wer sufficient to knock the creature out, if not outright kill it. He simply stood there, looking over the creature, flexing mangled, bloody hand.

[Lucius Cypher]

As Sinatra finished her tale, she listened to the responds of the others."Kill? I said put down, not kill. I just got the damn thing off of me. A bit extreme, dontcha think?" As her story ended, a surprise came in the form of a wolf man of metal. The others attacked it, with Grey being the one who seemed to be landing the most blows. But as they kept the creature occupied,Sinatra decided to show off the better features of her maul; the Gun Hammer. While she was experimenting with the cool drink,she also managed to amass the chemicals she needed to make improvised Gunpowder; not enough to make the shots deadly at long range, but more than enough to destroy the wolf at close range. After Grey disengaged from the monster, Sinatra cocked back her hammer and charged, slamming her weapon into the body of the beast. The impact triggered the firing mechanism, causing the hammer of the gun to slam into the primer of the bullet, sending a large caliber bullet into the body of the metal werewolf. But as a person who endorses overkill, as Sinatra lifted her hammer back up, it rotated to a new chamber, with another bullet to fire. And so she slammed her maul against the beast again,firing another bullet the size of her arm. "DOUBLE TAP!"

[Rtron]

Jural was about to stab the metal werewolf when Chaikin leapt upon it. Jural saw everything. "What....the...hell....?" Was all he could mutter before Grey slammed into it. The werewolf snarled and attempted to bite his hand, but eventually gave up, slightly stunned. When Grey let it go, it slumped to the ground.One could see it's armor getting harder and heavier and the werewolf shaking itself when Sinatra slammed into it with his hammer. Twice. The bullets left dents in the werewolves armor, and it let out a low whimper, and began to shrink before their very eyes. With a gods awful screeching sound, the metal werewolf shrunk to a dwarf. Girdun let out a groan. "That was a little unnecessary don't you think? The punching would have done just fine." The short being picked himself up and glanced around. "A good fight. Though, next time, try not to shoot me with a whatever the hell that thing is." He said these last words while gesturing at Sinatra's Gun Hammer. Girdun sat down, as if he hadn't just got done trying to kill anyone and began muttering a song under his breathe.

Far over the mountains cold,

To dungeons deep and caverns old,

The pines were roaring on the height,

The winds were moaning in the night,

The fire was red, it flaming spread,

The trees like torches blazed with light.

Jural, glanced around. "Er...who are you?"

Girdun was shaken from his reverie as he stared into the flames. "Eh? I'm Girdun. You are?" "Jural." Girdun nodded his head. "Pleasure to meet you meet you Jural." Jural pressed him for more information. "So, what were you doing near the temple?" Girdun glanced at him before returning his gaze to the fire. "I needed to find a weapon." Jural cocked his head. "A weapon for what?" Girdun glanced back at him sharply. "A weapon for killing a certain large beast. Let it be at that."

[Lucius Cypher]

"Yea, well, maybe next time I'll make sure I only need ta do it once." Sinatra raised an eye brow at the creature as she readied another swing. "What da hell was that all about? Who is this smaller man, and why shouldn't we kill him?" Sinatra had four more shots, and was considering aiming for something soften then the dwarf's head this time. "I can't trust someone who comes around and attacks us. Too common back at home. Generally policy is kill em all and get it over with."