Jollan

Star Wars: The Aftermath (A post-Battle of Endor RP)

@TheWatchDog
"Alright, that wasn't so bad. You really could have woke me earlier though, Eira," Dremmick said as they made their way to the atmosphere. He trusted Eira's piloting capabilities, bu the way she maneuvered the craft as an extension of her own body made some of the ships movements look more like daredevil stunts than actual flying. She would take maneuvers that other pilots wouldn't risk, even making Dremmick fearful of her when she flew despite nothing bad ever coming from it.

"I really wouldn't have crashed us though, you know that," she started defiantly with her arms crossed, "It's not my fault they weren't paying attention to know we were all safe."

"It's not that they think they weren't safe, its getting shot out of the sky for popping up out of nowhere I would like to avoid," Dremmick lightly reprimanded. It was soon after than another craft pulled up over theirs to look into their cabin. He returned the salute with a lazy and somewhat playful one, "Roger that, we'll follow."

"OH! Look at that ship Drem! Can I race them to the port?" Eira chirped in.

"Wha-n-no you can't race them to port! I don't think they are in the mood for games," Dremmick snapped at her, taking control of the ship from her in the process in case the temptation became to great.

"Fiiiiiine, ... such a killjoy...," Eira complained as she looked around at their escort. She had to get out of her seat a bit and look out the cockpit since Dremmick took the control from her. Partially leaning over Dremmick she pointed to some of the ships. "Hey, look at all the neat art on their ships! We should do that for the Nexu!" she said, nearly hopping with anticipation to try it out.

They continued to fly with the escort with Eira talking about ideas for a paintjob on the Nexu, unaware that the whole time she had forgotten to cut off their communications form nearby ships. The escort was able to hear the ramblings of the girl as Dremmick tried to be patient with her, then seeing that the comms line was still on and scrambling to shut it off. When they arrived to port, they followed any directions given to where they should land and f they needed to exit the ship while they waited for the jedi. Dremmick was a bit unsure what to think about meeting actual Jedi after posing as one for a while. He wondered what they would actually be like, though at the same time he wanted to avoid them whenever he could. He needed to information from the republic first and foremost to find more artifacts, but he didn't mind helping them if need be, as long as they weren't corrupt themselves. Power always seems to have a way to do that, no mater how noble the cause.

Feast Fantasy

Meeka listened curiously to the small man, a gnome to be more precise. His title and position sounded rather 'prestigious' as he had put it, and he seemed to carry himself with his pride on full display. It took her away from the music she was contentedly listening to, using it to calm herself, but she didn't seem to mind it so much. She did however, decide to go first before she became to shy to do so after everyone else. She stood and gracefully gave a small bow to the room as she introduced herself. "My name is Meeka Halsey. I hunt to help supply fresh meat and ingredients for my father's restaurant, Belle's Kitchen, though I can't quite say I am much help with cooking," she admitted a bit sheepishly. My father, Morton, should have been joining us, but he had to se to some paperwork to have us settled in the living quarters and to establish our stand in the market," she explained. "I apologize that he hasn't been able to make it in yet, but is a pleasure to meet all of you. I hope that I will be able to help wherever I can." She then bowed once more and took a seat, her heart racing. That was a lot tougher than she had thought! She hoped her stage fright didn't show too much, she believed that she made it through all right. If only her dad was here, he was much better at talking with people. What if they thought she was too stiff? She tried to calm down and concentrate on the music again if Eshima was still playing.

Eshima, on the other hand, may have started to feel a familiar disturbance in her chest. Or rather.... under it. She would be able to feel something working up from under her cleavage and then through it, till at one point, a struggling arm seemed to pop out... followed by another.....then two more. They did their best to part her bosom to where if Eshima looked down she would be able to see two orange glowing eyes contorted with concentration as a small creature struggled to pull itself up. There was a small high pitched chirp of frustration as the small strange creature pulled through. It chirped a greeting to Eshima as it got its upper half through, nuzzling her for a moment before pulling it's two legs up, a thin rope hooked onto it. It looped the rope around one arm and started pulling with the other three as suddenly a small drum popped out from Eshima's cleavage as well, the little imp squeaking in surprise as it did. It stumbeled back, nearly falling off Eshima's chest as it grabbed ahold of her shirt as if hanging off a cliff ledge, the drum slung behind it and luckily not pulling her shirt down. It scurried back up and then plopped itself right in the middle of her chest, now seeming content. It set the drum in front of itself, using it's legs to hold it and tapping on the drum to test its sound with one of its four hands.

The forest tinker looked around the room at all the others with wide nocturnal eyes, the slightly dim lighting perfect for it, before it gazed back up to Eshima, its head looking upside down to her as it looked straight up. "Shiima Shiima! Kitchi lehhav kiri?" the tiny voice asked.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Miiba was surprised when the glowing mass talked to her, "G-Glow-ball talks!? She took a timid step out of her corner towards Danny. "Big meanie attack cuz no want friends hurt! Is still mean though.... threw tree at Miiba when first say 'hi'. Wha! B-but you jump wall! Not even knock or call! Is rude too! .....and how do it? Miiba an Mr. Lear make sure wall good all day!" Miiba exclaimed, that wall should have been impenetrable! Well, to her anyway. "Wait, you and friend? Miiba no see other thing," she started, but her train of thought was cut off by hearing Mira call for her. Nearly at the same time as Danny, she called out to them, both of their voices coming from the cluckle coup. "Miiba find glow-ball in chicken home! she called out, however, Miiba had one more bit of info to add on. "No see glow-ball friend though!" she shouted after her last statement before looking back to Danny with her head tilted. "Is friend also glow-ball? OH! Is friend color same or no!? Is there a PINK glow-ball? she excitedly asked.

Feast Fantasy

Forest Tinker Imp

Kumokitchi

𝔽irst 𝕀mpressions

Name:
Kumokitchi

Race:
Forest tinker imp

Age:
30

Gender:
female

Appearance:

𝔾et to 𝕂now 𝕐ou

Occupation:
Tinkering!

Repuation:
Tinker imps are known to be little curious thieves that thrive at night.. Tinkers don't see taking what they want as a bad thing, though they do recognize that other creatures don't like their stuff stolen. Male tinkers will sometimes make fun of the creature they steal from, though sometimes this act of teasing can lead to their own injury or even death. Generally, contracted tinkers are harmless but a nuisance, and is a common joke when someone loses something to blame a tinker for running off with it. Forest tinker imps share most qualities with other tinker imps, though are usually covered in fur and can actually be quite vicious if provoked due to the more predator heavy environment, and has rarely ever been seen to make a contract due to their somewhat hostile nature. They are more beast-like than their human-looking counterparts, and can change their size for a limited time from their natural size that would fit in your palm to nearly three feet tall to fend off or intimidate larger creatures. More study is needed on this exotic sub-species, but many researchers return from their expeditions early due to injuries resulting from getting to close to the little forest tinkers. A tinker can always be lured by a specific fruit depending on its region. Researches had found leftovers of peaches, such as the pits, in the forest close to where a tinker may reside and have had much success staving off angry forest tinkers by dropping peaches as they runaway. Researchers are wary of getting too close to these territorial variants of tinkers, as they have occasionally seen a forest tinker defend itself or younger tinkers by burrowing into a predator monster and proceed to kill it from the inside out. One thing to note, however, is that no researcher has been fatally wounded by a tinker, as if not to hurt another sapient that isnt attacking it, but to chase it off. They are an oddity among spirits as despite not needing to eat, they still crave food which replicates hunger. They can replenish mana through absorbing the innate mana in what they eat, often needing to eat several times more than their own bodyweight to keep them stable should they venture out of the forests. The food seems to quickly disintegrate into pure low yield mana not strong enough to power abilities but enough to live on.

- Excerpt from the famous Merryfeather's Encyclopedia of Humanoid Spirits

Affiliation:
Eshima

Backstory:
Was almost caught stealing from Eshima on one of her travels through the spirit forests, however, Eshima was able to track her down to her hiding hole inside a large tree, where she would find an enormous collection of gadgets both primitive and complex depending on where it was sourced. Luckily Eshima was able to bribe the little imp with some peaches long enough to learn how to speak with her and then strike a deal. If she came with Eshima, she would be allowed to tinker as much as she wanted without care or worry of harm coming to her, with a bonus of as many peaches as the tinker could stuff herself with. To Kumokitchi, this meant that she could take things and craft with them without any fear of retaliation, and free peaches, meaning that there could be no possible downside! It took over a week for Eshima to strike this deal, however, but ever since, Kumokitchi has stayed with Eshima as a loyal partner, though she does not like being refereed to as a 'pet' since she has learned what the word means.

𝕌tility

Skills:
-Proportionate size growth up to three feet tall, the larger the more energy required, meaning the less time she can sustain it.
-Silk web production from palms.

Magic:
-Fire elemental magic, able to reach extreme temperatures when concentrated, able to withstand and even function in these intense temperatures without a problem.
-Fire enchantment, can imbue itself or things it it touches to pass a fire enchantment to an object, it can control the temperature of said object.

Equipment:
-variety of small tools powered with aetherium
-sharp triangular teeth
-retractable claws on hands and feet
-HIGHLY receptive ears with long inner fur that help pick up more vibrations
-nodes on head that allow precise navigation in total darkness
-tiny hand drum

𝕄iscellaneous

Favorite Foods:
PEACHES
Kumokitchi thinks other fruit is good but pale in comparison to the almighty peach.

Disliked Foods:
Anything bitter, sour, and most vegetables. High carnivorous diet despite love of fruit.

The Vanishing Kingdom

Scout Party

Bidzil looked to Allanon, but he couldn't hear him due to the blasts. However, he did see him gesture down to Kistal before sliding down a ladder, which made it obvious to what he was doing. Bidzil didn't have a ladder on his end, so instead he hopped off the platform to hang off the edge and use the supports as a quick way to climb down. When they got there, most of the front and back line had been decimated by the Kalla warriors and the other volunteers that had accompanied them. Even though the bandits were strong Varuk as well, they were nothing compared to the Varuk warriors of Kalla. Compared to them, they lacked formal training, proper nutrition, decent equipment, and the coordination that the opposing Varuk warriors had, putting them at an immediate physical, mental, and skill disadvantage. Aside from that, were the outlander volunteers that had joined them, bringing in fighting styles and abilities never seen by the bandits before. Unlike the horde of mercenaries that attacked Kalla, these men were largely untrained for combat, and relied on surprise to catch opponents off guard before retreating. Here, they weren't afforded that luxary, finding themselves on the receiving end of a surprise raid that swept through their numbers in an instant.

"ENOUGH!" boomed a large voice that seemed to shake the very cave walls around them. It was enough to make the remaining bandits back down and disengage if they were able, and demand attention of both friend and foe. Two figures started walking out of one of the caves followed by another who seem to be dragged behind. One older varuk man, in little clothing save for arm and leg bracers, a waistpiece, and a sand wolf head dress that had its armored plates removed. The other, robed figure with a metal breastplate, a hood, and a number of masks. Allanon, and maybe Kistal if he spent enough time studying Calibris operations, would immediately recognize this as a Calibris ambassador. Though the title 'ambassador' was a little misleading. While they handled deals for the Calibris family, they were known to be so of his most merciless cut-throats he had at his own personal disposal. It had been rumored that the loyalty of these ambassadors ran so deep, they would gladly slit their own throats at his command.

"My, my, Cheif Malkhad. It would seem your business proposition will soon be unable to make its quota," the ambassador said, the smiling mask and tone mocking the bandit chief. "I would hate to have to inform my master of your failure, especially after all he has done for you already~" it continued to tease.

Cheif Malkhad and the ambassador

"SHUT UP!" Malkhad roared back at him. "I'll show you who is still in charge here. Kalla will be under my thumb, even if I have to rebuild it brick by brick after crushing these bastards, and you will have your payment in whores," he spat, "but first, I think I'll make an example." From behind himself he drug out a young woman by the hair. Her body was nearly limp and barely clothed in rags, tattered and blood stained. He tossed her on to the ground before him and she barely let out a whimper. She seemed defeated and broken, and while her eyes were open and seeing ones she even knew on a battlefield here to rescue her, shear gaze was that of a void. Still, as an extra precaution Malkhad had placed a foot on one of her ankles so she wouldn't move. "DORRAN! This will be the first of many deaths in your name, I'll be sure to let everyone know who failed them!"

Dorran and a number of others were already trying to rush to stop Malkhad as he raised a great hammer into the air, preparing to execute the girl in front of him by brutally crushing her skull. "Don't do it, you bastard!" Dorran screamed at the top of his lungs as he ran for all his might, using his fire to propel him forward, but it wasn't enough. Just then Malkhad hesitated as another idea crossed his mind.

"No, you are right, let me start with you, and let you witness the strength I have found.... Krogan's soul races through my very being!" Just then, a strange light seemed to grow in is chest. Dorran paid it no attention, trying to get the the girl before anything. Malkhad raised his hammer once more to bring it down upon Dorran, but something was different about his presence.... he was too confident. Dorran raised his shield to block the blow, aiming to break the man at his knees and then finish him off, but he never got the chance. When the hammer came down, it brought with it the power told in the stories of old, breaking through his shield, and crushing Dorran into the earth below with a sickening crunch. "You were never worthy to lead...," Malkhad spat. Before the dust even settled everyone knew what had just happened. Dorran.... was dead.

There was screamin from the other girls, the few living bandits rejoicing, and the Kalla warriors shouting curses as they rushed in, fully enraged, but Malkhad simply struck the ground, causing enough force to cast them away and break up the ground at their feet. "Now, where was I, ah yes...," Malkhad realigned himself to execute the girl now, wanting to drive his point of their worthlessness into the ground. He lifted the bloody hammer once more...

"I WON'T LET YOU!" Was all he head before a young human looking boy blasted like a bullet through the dust cloud. It took a second for others that the boy had a single wing, slightly stained of blood shot by. Bidzl was not sure what took hold of him. All of the mana that seeped from his body out to the others seemed to stop, and filled him over his own limits as his rage took over. Still, by the time he got to Malkhad, the man's hammer was already on its way down. Everything seemed like it was in slow motion, even his own movements, as he changed his plan of attack to one of defense. If he could shield the girl, the other warriors would be upon them before he could bring any more harm.

With that in mind, he dove over the girl, his wing folding over him as best it could as the hammer made contact with his back. There was the sound of a magical explosion, which the shockwave seemed to clear the area of dust, letting everyone see again. Bidzil yelled out in pain as ethreal pure white feathers were scattered about, his wing dissipating and vanishing back inside him. He was on his hands and knees over the girl before he blacked out and fell on top of her. The shockwave affected all those around Bidzil, knocking everyone, even the Kalla warriors, back.

"What the hell was that!?" Malkhad grumbled as he got up. He shook his head, "no matter, by the end of this you will all be dead." He then charged in as the clash with the Bandit leader finally began. The ambassador watched with sadistic glee at the events unfolding, keeping a keen amount of awareness however for any trouble that may direct itself it's way.

Tribal Party

Gossk answered Lynn's questions, but she seemed to drift back to sleep just as fast as she had barely awoken. He seemed to let out a sigh before hearing Tyrael knock, wondering what was going on. As best as he could, he tried to explain that he had the idea to recreate a compatible environment to stabilize the ocean girl. Once she felt better and if it got cooler, they may be able to dispel it and move at a better pace. Progress was slow for a while, but smooth. When it was just about sunset, however, their sand boat seemed to attract some unwanted attention. There was a bulge beneath the sands that had started to follow them for some time. Sonia tried to keep to the shallows of the sands, but it was no use in some areas. She kept a firm grasp on the wheel, but she was nervous still. "Its a sand wyrm... she said lowly. The other girl exchanged worried glances and spoke among themselves. Gossk had soon left the cabin in time to hear about some wyrm creature, at first thinking of the earthworms he had seen, but upon turning around, realizing that this was no small wrigly dirt creature they were speaking of. As the monster slowly raised itself from the sands and pursued it on the surface Gossk yelled to Tyreal to go to Lynn. He dispelled the oasis he had created and prepared himself to fight. The craft instantly picked up speed, and the wyrm started its chase in earnest.

The 'crew' tried their best at everything they could to outrun the monster, but they didn't seem to be gaining any ground. In fact, the monster was closing in, and if it chose to dive, it would destroy their ship in an instant, stranding them in the desert against the beast. Gossk looked between them and the monster, trying to decided what to do, and thinking of how Lynn selflessly saved his life. He promised he would return the favor twofold, and as he thought about her down below deck, he know what he must to if he wanted to make sure she remained safe. He moved to the back railing of the boat and stood at the very edge. He declared his intentions and instructed them not to look back, and with a roar from the beast and himself, he threw himself at the beast. Nobody was able to see what transpired in that cloud of dust as it disappeared behind the dunes.

"Funny, I don't remember hiring another cook," a feminine voice spoke close to Sev. As he turned he would sylve woman who was slightly more curvaceous than the average sylve. Whether it was due to living in Varuk culture or having been mother to Allard's children, one could only speculate, but it wasn't a bad look compared to the mostly smaller women in The Scar. She wore simple and modest clothes though they still seemed to fit her quite well, and despite being close in age to Allard, she was still plenty attractive due to sylves having a bit of a longer lifespan. From the joking smile, she seemed not to mind him milling about after everything had happened. In fact, once he had left, she had made her way to the temple to check on her husband, leaving their son to look after the tavern for a bit. Sev would see her walk by when he returned to the square in front of the temple in his new disguise. Sahale and Sylph already seemed to be gone.

Sev and Maeve would have felt the magic surge from Jeevak when he healed the younger grusk of his mana sickness, but there didn't seem to be any reactions to hostility. Jeevak even stepped aside from the temple doorway to let Allard's wife through first before showing himself out. She was quite put off by the sight of the man, not knowing who he was made her nervous after everything that had transpired, but she was more focused on checking on her husband than anything, and slipped by with a slight bow of gratitude for his manners.

Jeevak nodded in return and the strode out to the square. He looked to Sev in his altered form and from and raised an eyebrow. "If you wish to to speak without being recognized, we could move our conversation elsewhere, maybe?" He then started to lead the way till they were just outside of town.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Miiba gingerly took the sheathed knife and wrapped it in her arms, hugging it to her chest. "M-Miiba keep this close, just in case, but... Miiba no know how to use. Miiba would never hurt people! Miiba be careful, will bring back, promise!" she said to Rueben. She wasn't thrilled to have a knife, she would have preferred a shield if given the choice, but if she were to protect others, she knew from her shows and Lear's stories that sometimes... to protect someone, you had to fight. Miiba then scurried off to catch up to Mira, though Mira was able to move much faster than her as she bolted out the door. She soon followed after, but by the time she got out there she didn't see anything. Geir was struggling, but with what she had no idea.

Her run slowed to a jog, to a walk and then standing still as she looked around confused. "Where glow ball?" she asked curiously, until a faint light caught the corner of her eye. "Hmm?" she hummed as her she turned towards the barn with a slightly tilted head. Soon she heard a chicken, or whatever this strange place called them, seem to get riled up. "Chicken? she called out. She then turned to where Mira was catching up to Geir, who seemed to be let go of whatever rage took hold of him for the moment, not knowing of his internal struggle with the ghostly Jason. "Mira! Pens! Bird making sounds! Miiba go look!" she yelled before turning and running to the animal pens to see what was wrong. She still held the hunting knife in it's sheath close to her chest as she quietly made her way inside. She looked around through the darkness. It easy to see when compared to the caves. Miiba, nervous, had a bit of a shake to her small voice as she tried calling out to whatever was in there.

"H-hello? Who there? Glow ball, why attack? J-just go away, leave Miiba an friends... and big meanie alone!" she called out, adding Geir to the list last. She didn't like him because of how he treated her, but from what others say, there was some reason, and he was important to them, so he was important to her. She knew how mean the goblins could be, or at least she thought she did, so maybe that's why he was so mean too. It was shortly after this thought that Miiba tripped on something...feathery. "AH!" she cried out as she fell over, dropping the knife and landing face first in the dirt. She quickly scrambled and grabbed the knife, pulling it close again as she sat up and looked at what tripped her. It was one of the chickens! "Waaaahhh! T-the chicken! Why no moving!? What happen!? she cried out in terror, using the word she knew for the creature instead of the common one for this world. She rapidly scooted back into a corner away from the dead bird and started looking around the room wide eyed. That was when she noticed it sitting on top of one of the coups, a small glowing ball of dim light. Despite her fear, Miiba slowly stood up, albeit a bit shakily and called to the creature, "You! Bad glow ball! Go away!" she yelled at it, though she has still yet to draw the knife, holding it closer to her more for comfort and a feeling of security than anything.

In The End (Code Vein RP)

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Delmina smirked, the narrows would work to her advantage here, meaning that the enemy could only engage with a small number at a time. "Deadly narrows," she cooed as she raised her own shield and took a crouching position to cover herself more as she aimed her gun. The situation was near perfect for Delmina. All the enemies were in a line, meaning she could hit more of them as the bullets passed through, and there was nowhere for them to run from the onslaught of fire that was about to be unleashed. All she needed to do was to lower their front-line shields. To do that, she pulled the trigger and started to unload her barrage at the legs of the shield bearers, aiming to topple them over or stumble them. The moment they faltered, she would adjust her aim up to start shredding through the ranks of lost, ripping through their columns as they tried to advance. The barrage was constant and unrelenting, though for extra measure, Delmina saved up the ichor she would be receiving so that she could cast 'fleet of foot' on Bridget once more if the group of lost started to get too close.

Feast Fantasy

Meeka was a bit surprised at the commotion coming from behind her. She would have never thought that someone would get sent flying across the room. Though, from what her ears picked up, it was quite deserved. Thinking about it, Meeka never really got into a fight with her antagonizers. There were plenty where she was from, and unless Morton was there to handle it there was little to dissuade them. Meeka usually tried to ignore nasty comments, aggressive people, or people she didn't like in particular. Sure she could make threats with her shooting skills, and shoot examples to show she could make good on those threats, but if it came to a physical struggle, she wouldn't be able to pull off what the half oni just did. In a pinch she was sure she could use her fangs and claws, and she would, but that would probably only serve to make them think of her as some rabid beast when its all said and done.

Meeka refocused on her task at hand, following the man she presented the flyer to into a back room where it looked like some chairs were set out for them. Meeka scanned the room, seeing a human and a gnome already inside and waiting. She went to a chair that was the furthest from the two as not to seem like she was intruding in their space, and neatly took a seat, smoothing out her dress to reduce visible wrinkles in the fabric. She sat straight and proper with her hands resting in her lap as she waited. To pass the time in her mind, she started to think about the different places she would go. Maybe she would find other wolf beastfolk? That could be interesting. Maybe even learn some new spells, though she would have to work on her calligraphy a bit more before moving on to new talisman designs.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Miiba couldn't help but shift around nervously the whole time, after all, there was a fight going on just outside, and it seemed to be taking longer than what Lear made it sound like it would. Miiba lifted her head slightly to try to angle herself to see through the window without leaving her spot, but it was to no avail. A few more moments pass and there was a loud shout that everyone could here. Lear mentioned it being a 'warcry' and asked Mira to go help him. Lear continued on reading the story, but he seemed a bit more distracted now.

"Mr. Lear? What if Geir in trouble? We help? Can Miiba help?" she asked. She seemed anxious, like she wasnted to do something, wanted to help, even if she didn't know how. She didn't have anything that she started out with, all her tools were gone, but in her eyes it just looked like Geir was in trouble. Despite how much she didn't like him for how he treated her, she still didn't want to see him get hurt, for both his and the other's sake.

The Vanishing Kingdom

Tribal Party

Sonia had a wry smile as Gossk pointed in the direction of where to go. "Home is actually in that direction," she corrected him, "once we reach Kalla, we can tell the others where the bandits have hidden themselves." She didn't know of the scouting party that had already started their mission to find them. A short while would pass before Tyrael would come up front the cabin. One of the other girls saw Tyrael come up as well and was the first to ask about Lynn. "Will she be alright?" the younger girl asked. Sonia then chimed in as well, "We owe our lives to you three. If there is anything we can do to help once we reach Kalla, we will be glad to do so. That girl, I've never seen one before, but she is merfolk isn't she? Kalla sits next to an oasis, so there should be plenty of water to keep her in good health. We should get there by nightfa-"

Just then there was an eerie creaking sound as the sand ship took on more weight, slowing it down considerably. "Wh-what was that!?" Sonia exclaimed. She looked down to the cabin and saw water at the step's edge. "How did we take on water!? And where did those plants sticking out of the deck come from?" Due to the spell, the growth of swap plants seemed to poke through even to the upper deck here and there. Sonia thought about the mergirl and the dracodile that went down there to help her. Did they cause this? a temporary pool of water to help the aquatic traveler, huh? Smart idea, but..."This will slow us down. Now by much mind you. But if we continue like this...," she trailed off as she took in the sights and their decreased speed due to the new weight, "it looks like we will arrive in the morning a little after sunrise. If it helps her though, I'm perfectly fine with it." she acknowledged as she checked their path.

As the water started to form around Gossk and Lynn, he would notice a large bubble of air seeming to automatically leave Lynn's mouth as her gills seemed to take over by instinct alone, flaring out ever so slightly as compared to the nearly fully sealed thin lines on her neck that they appeared to be above water. However, they seemed to act supplementary to regular breathing, as she looked to be breathing with her lungs as well. She would draw in water into her lungs as if it were air, and her multipurpose lungs acted as another set of gills, filtering the oxygen from the water. As Lynn slowly started to wake back up, she was surprised by the comforting feeling of being in water. Her vibrant red eyes slowly opened to see Gossk looming over her with a strange purple light coming from his eyes. It reflected in the water enough to seem to bathe the area around them in a dim purple light. As Lynn's head weakly tilted to look around, she noticed that they seemed to be in a strange swamp-like cave, with the sunlight peaking through a wood grated ceiling, of which had some stairs that led up to it. Lynn's horn seemed to pulse with a dim cyan light in it's core, and nearly instantaneously, Lynn's voice seemed to be projected mentally, as if she was speaking on dry land. Was this how merfolk communicated when underwater? It had to have been, since she did it so naturally, and honestly it would be a wonder how there could be any other way to speak when submerged. "Where...where are we?" Gossk would here her voice as if they were standing in a normal room. "What happened? Last I remember I was trying to heal that stranger with the cloak, and everything after is very feint."

Scout Party

The corpse hurdled to the first spearman, who failed his attempt at scrambling away as the fat body of his deceased comrade slammed into him. Before they could recover they were backed off by a strange display put on by the saytr, not knowing how to approach without becoming the next victim. As the man with the shield decided enough was enough, Kistal activated a minor curse, causing the dirt to kick up and blind them, almost as if the dust was purposefully going for their eyes. This caused the man to flinch, though by the time he looked up, Kistal already in the air again, spear about to come down on him. The bandit threw up his shield, but the power of Kistal's strike backed up by his own weight pinned the man down against his old worn shield. His back hit the ground and there was a loud cracking as the spear tip, broke through, moving through to impale them man in his chest. There was a quickly silenced shout as it seemed the now blinded heavily muscled man bashed his ally's skull in, swinging wildly in hopes to hit something in his blindness. It was nearly too late for Kistal to had been able to react as he brought his club up for another swing that would have surely stuck home. Before he had even begun the downswing though, his body twitched in a number of directions as he then became still. Slowly, he fell face first into the ground, revealing that the arrows that were shot in their direction had a few bury into his back, unintentionally blocking them from Kistal's path.

As for Bidzil, He picked up the body at his feet and kicked the door in to the archer's nest. Just as he thought, an archer spun around a let loose an arrow, burring itself in the corpse. Bidzil shoved the body into the closest archer and rushed the one that fired at him, running him through before he was able to draw his dagger. As the last remaining archer shoved the body away from him, he readied an arrow and drew, only to find a metal sheath flying through the air and slamming into him. It wasn't a perfect hit to the head, but BIdzil's tactic was still successful to knock the archer off target as he let loose the arrow into the wall behind him, Using a similar technique, he then rushed the other archer and drove his sword into his gut, yanking it to one side, and then turning it to yank it to the opposite side to withdraw it. The man fell to the floor immediately. Picking up his sheath in his left hand once more, he ran out of the room back out to the rafters where he could see Allanon, "This side's clear!"

It wasn't even a second after that phrase that there were multiple explosions heard at the gate. Everyone turned to the gate in shock as there was a brief moment of silence. Then suddenly, the gates were bowled over by a half minotaur warrior in a strange sand wyrm scale armor. Kalla warriors stormed around the man nearly instantly, seeing their targets and moving in to secure them, decimating the remaining bandits as they pushed them back to form a front-line in front of the kidnapped girls, allowing their back-line to free them and start moving them out of the encampment.

Hilde smiled at her handiwork, the heavy metal plates that were holding up the doors, slamming into the sands below. She could almost jump for joy at how well it worked but held her ground. Suddenly, however, Hilde could have swore she felt something slithering up her side from behind her and the thought nearly gave her goosebumps till she looked down and for a split second saw Chihiro's face as she went in for a peck on the cheek in passing. Due to Hilde's movement however, it ended up getting her right on the lips. Even as brief as it was it was enough make Hilde blush and freeze briefly. "H-hey you! No cutting in line!" she called out as Chihiro advanced forward.

As Anrak eventually bowled down the doors, Hilde stumbled forward into a run, recovering from the impromptu smooch. Some of the warriors passing by her laughed and jeered about it, all in good fun as they ran into battle. "That was perfect Anrak!" Hilde told the half minotaur as she passed him, there was a big smile on her face but she didn't stop to chat. After all, there were plenty of bandits to smash.

A little while after Dorran came up, trying to keep up with the younger warriors, and clapped Anrak on the back. "Beautiful work, lad. Now, lets see to those cages and the chains over there holding our girls to the pillars, I reckon you could break them free without a key, eh?" Dorran requested of Anrak. "Hop to it!"

Hilde went straight for the front-lines. Due to her Sylve heritage, she was much faster than her full Varuk allies, though still a bit behind Chihiro. As the other bandits rushed forward, seeing her as a smaller weaker target, they would get a surprise as the first of their front-line seemed to spontaneously combust in an a series of small fiery explosions, making the enemy's frontline nearly non existent and easy to put down as they pushed the others back and away from the prisoners. It was turning out to be the perfect raid on the camp. Hilde would easily deflect blows with her heavy bracer, grappling their weapon arm and following through with a thrust or two with her blade, the level of training being very apparent as she took on multiple foes at a time. She wouldn't overpower them like her father would, instead, she completely outmaneuvered them. As someone who studied her may realize, just because she didn't learn to dance with Madame Valia, doesn't mean she didn't learn the dance of warfare. Just like her father, she seemed to enjoy herself in combat. It was a place where she could let loose and feel like her skills mattered, using her abilities to fight to protect people instead of a dusty temple.

Sahale's head rested in Sylph's lap, as she seemed to have resized herself to a more human size. She softly cooed over him as he laid there. Despite being healed, the man was still trying to recover from the blow, his body still sore even though it had fully recovered. As Maeve moved closer to them, Sylph's gentle cooing faded and her ayes intensely glared to the isoli woman though she stayed silent and let her approach, but was still wary of the stranger. "For a guy who just had a farming too pierce all the way through him, I'd say I've been better," Sahale said with a wry grin. "Can't say I've even been so close to death's door, it's not a place I'd fancy visiting. Of all people to show up, especially to heal me, I wouldn't of thought it'd be him." He listened to her question and thought of the best way to put his answer.

"Well, he isn't just any grusk I'm afraid, and that is saying a lot since there are so few of them now. Jeevak is the lost prince of the Grandis Empire from history. Though, being the only heir after his father passed in the final battle, that would make him the King now. A king without a throne as it were. I'd assume he is here for exactly as he said, he is looking for whatever grusk he detected, my thoughts is that kid I brought back to the temple. He is in good spirits it seems." When she asked about why the two gruskan people he detected would be so important to him, he chuckled, "All gruskan people are important to him. He wants to rebuild his empire, a safe haven for his people that they can return to and live without fear. But be wary of him. Years of seeing cruelty has warped his mind. This town is safe because Varuk people value what you can do, not just what you were born as. As he sees it, his people were being taken care of and he has taken a liking to Kalla. Had it not been the case however, none of us would be left alive... I'd try to stay far away from his presence if possible..."

Sahale then waved a dismissive hand over his head. "But enough about that, I'll tell you more after we rest. I'm rather comfortable here for now if you wish to go rest at the inn," He said with a smug smile as re-situated his head on Sylph's lap. "Besides, I'm afraid I gave Sylph a bit of a fright, at this rate she won't let me out of her sight for a week," he chuckled as he reached up an stroked her cheek. She cooed softly at his touch and gently stroked her clawed fingers through his hair, petting his head, now paying Maeve no mind.