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Aslo - Raven's Inn

Initially shocked by the sight of a militia member throwing themself in front of the spear meant for James, Aslo nodded, understanding just what was about to happen. The options presented were to enter the fair, or forfeit all the lives at stake. Aslo was not accustomed to being put in a situation like this, and he did not enjoy the path he was about to be put on. However he put on that same smiling face he had been wearing since first joining the group, and continued forward.

He placed a hand upon the warrior monk's shoulder "Of course you are correct, life is never a game. However in the case of an illusionist the truth is whatever he wills it." It annoyed him to give such credit to a coward like James, but in a case like this it wouldn't do to antagonize him any further. "I suggest we enter this carnival, and see if we might best him in this game of his."

He began to approach the entrance of the inn, holding his hands close to his weapons and ready for any tricks that he might accidentally spring. Before long he was squared to the entrance of the inn and he looked at James. "I for one will accept your ticket of admission, meet your so-called Guardian and enter the inn."

Aslo bowed slightly to thabk James for permission and entered inside, from there he saw a road made out of stone and brick, twisting and curving its way up to a tower about half a kilometre away. Inside the tower, on the top floor visible through a window, he could see the chest... Circling the tower, he could see the guardian. A giant sabre tooth cat, almost twice his size, which could easily outpace even the centaur. It growled, but didn't attack. It was likely there to deter people, not to actually attack unless they approached. James' voice rings throughout the area: "I met one of these on my journies! I call her Freya. Kill her, and everyone dies, because I tied their lives to that of the cat!"

Well he most certainly has seen some interesting things Aslo thought to himself. He liked this challenge more. Without the option of killing the beast there were still several ways to go about it, however without the rest of his group he didn't want to commit. Instead he kept his eyes on the beast, making sure it didn't get any closer, and he would wait for the rest of the group.
Gat said
Woo! First kill!


Achievement Unlocked: Manslaughterer
Aslo had been content to walk silently as the group made their way towards Arian. Some of the group seemed quite pleased to be in the beautiful countryside with it's lush trees and open plains. He was somewhat less impressed. Compared to the Freeholds the area was fairly chilly, and he had always found a certain beauty in the sand and death that the Holds held.

Trouble had been brewed, and as everyone else had done, it had come time to choose a path. Quickly Aslo weighed options and information. He found that while he may know roughly the same amount about everyone in the group, that information was more or less trivial in trying to discern whether he'd survive working with them on a collaboration.

His eyes floated through their ranks until he found the pair of mercenaries fragmenting off towards the inn. Finding this, his mind was made up, and he began to follow behind. There was a certain safety in a pair of brutes who knew their business, and he had faith in their professionalism.

As the Mercenaries began to speak to this James illusionist as he was, Aslo began to become very concerned for those inside. It seemed that he had very little regard for human life. A quality that makes for a good employer, but a terrible adversary. He listened intentlty to the conversation, attempting to piece together what awaited them inside.

However before much information could be gathered from either party, the man best described as "Warrior Monk" decided to stab out towards James. At forst it didn't appear to be too hostile an intention, just a blunt staff, but a quick stream of liquid flowed from one of the waterskins that the man wore, and froze onto the spear as ice. Water magic it was, and an aggressive additude to boot. This was becoming a much more interesting adventure.
Sounds like you've read quite a few chicken soup for the soul.
LimeyPanda said
Kiku takes offence to this.


She's pretty in her own way?
Alphakoka said
True enough, oh well, raider mentality, jump/run/shoot first, worry about friendly-fire later.Eh, it's either jumping down or trying to kick them. It's not like he has (remember) any means of identifying them quickly, is he?


It's not like there are radios.
It's not like they're probably pretty clearly not mutated freaks.
It's not like they're wearing matching uniforms/armor.
It's not like the aforementioned armor matches the armor he is wearing.
It's not like he would have been updated of his team's approximate location before being dropped.
Zed said
Oh rlly?I'd be fine with that.


Ideal I'll send what we've got to you.
Zed said
I would totally get in on that.But I didn't.So, single post for Sam instead. :D


Not too late if you're interested in jumping on board
South West - Liam

It felt as if the earth were screaming. Every muscle in his body was tense as he plumeted towards the ground. His fingers clutched the parachute release for dear life and he wanted nothing more than to pull it immediately, and float as slowly down as he could. Perhaps the emtire ordeal could be missed in this case, but he doubted that. He breathed very deeply, calming his nerves as best he could. How many simulated drops had he done? Enough surely. Feeling that it was the correct time to pull the chord he felt himself slowed down as the parachute engaged

Looking down he noted the bank of fog that the South-West was bathed in. "Shiiiiiit" he whispered to himself. Reaching to his side he grappled for the gas mask which would probably be a good idea to wear, having it secured he still didn't relish the thought of landing right in the thick of it, and so he began steering his parachute towards it edge, and closer to those he had deployed with, so that they would all be closer upon landing. "S-sam? Ma-arvin? I'm coming closer to you both so we can all venture into the fog together. Strength in numbers, right?" With a nervous quiver in his voice he squeaked out a weak laugh as he continued upon his descent. He had as it happened pulled his rip chord to soon allowing the others to whiz past him, he was now trying to make sure he was manuevered between them.
GreenGoat said
That yellowish substance and Jenive being burnt irks me. What is that yellowish stuff? THermal energy? Can we use it to power up our stuff? Is that what the chainsword running on? In any case, I'm writing a post up.


My recommendation would be to not touch it.
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