Mictlan93

Forgotten Realms: The Viscount's Crusade

"HhhnggH!" Lammy managed to stifle a yelp as he was attacked. That well placed slice did well to incapacitate the druid, dropping him down to a knee as the footman proved to be a worthy distraction. Sheeva didn't take that too lightly. As Lily tackled the spearman to the ground, Sheeva shot back into the spearman's face, making sure she dealt with the surviving eye, along with whatever else remained of the hobgoblin's already mangled gob. Or, at least proving to be a worthy distraction for the hobgoblin. The footman on the other hand, was beginning to revel in working over the druid, as several overhead strikes clanged and clashed with his quarterstaff. The hobgoblin would laugh and taunt as he struck, clearly working down Lammy's defense. One last strike ended with Lammy's staff falling to his side. With the defense broken, the footman went in for the kill, with a swing that would've no doubt lopped Lammy's head off. Acting on instinct, the druid dropped from his kneeling position, plopping back into the sand. The footman had a chuckle at the boy's tenacity, and instead went in for another overhead strike. "Any last words, kid?" The hobgoblin was sure he had the upper hand. Lammy scowled at the taunt. "Just one." He shot a hand towards the goblin's face, a ball of flame forming. "FIRE!" The orb launched, blasting the hobgoblin head on. He reeled back, squealing in pain as his greasy goblin cheeks sizzled and smoked under the influence of fire. With the opportunity presenting itself, Lammy grabbed for his quarterstaff. With his good leg he sprung into a spin, swinging the stick with enough force to knock the taste out of the hobgoblin's mouth. Lammy stumbled back into the sand, with the dazed hobgoblin following after him. The footman dove face first into the grit, unresponsive. The druid smirked a little before thinking back on his dire situation. "I gotta get out of here..." He mumbled, crawling back some before quickly reverting to Hawk status and flying off. Sheeva noticed her retreating companion, and followed after him.

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If I may be so bold, I think you should go with the bard class. I mean, who doesn't want to destroy their enemies with the power of rock?

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Lamont rounded back, the rush of battle keeping him interested in the fight. "SCRAWWW! (Found our next target!)" He spotted one of the spearmen, the one helping his leader gang up on the Lady Paladin, Lily. Diving in, he mentally prepped himself for another spell as he and Sheeva neared their target. His hawk screams turned human as he rammed into the spearman, knocking the hobgoblin off kilter. As the druid landed in the sand, his hawk companion followed up by going for the spearman's eyes. Successfully performing the same plan twice, Lammy had to wonder if the hobgoblins were really paying attention. "Hey man, 3 versus 1 is unfair!" He quipped, emphasizing his point with a well placed strike to the hobgoblin's chin. "Whoo!" The quarterstaff looked to inflict much more damage then he would've assumed. "Gotta love ironwood enchantments." He turned back to Lily. Didn't really seem like she needed the help all that much, now that he realized, but there was nothing wrong with evening the playing field. With a whistle, Sheeva returned to Lammy's side, finally letting up from the hobgoblin's face. Or, knowing Sheeva, what remained of the hobgoblin's face. Talons once stained in red, were now drenched in green. Lammy took a chance to grimace at that. "Ugh, please wash yourself after all this is said and done." He recommended before taking off again.

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At any other point (like, say, a few moments earlier, when the group conspired to kill a man) Lammy would've been a little hesitant towards the fight. He would've hopped in the wagon after the little girl, and hoped for safe passage through the treacherous lands. But, he remembered he gave Lily his word. That, and he was still coming down from his hunting high, so his adrenaline was still fairly peaked. He and Sheeva took off, flying over the expanse of the lake to avoid the volley of various projectiles. Through a long glide he performed a sharp banked turn, with plans on flanking this band of hobgoblins. It was in this moment where the druid guessed the lady paladin was probably talking about magical spells when she asked if he had any "tricks up his sleeves", as opposed to just diving head first into the enemy, like he was in the process of doing right now. "Oops." Well, now that he thought of it, there was one spell he could do (as opposed to Amaya, who had mastered damn near every druid spell by this point), he just needed to find the right time to cast it. As he came out of the turn, he spotted his first target: a hobgoblin bringing up the rear holding a crossbow and lacking some important pieces of armor. Namely a helmet. He slowed his descent some, letting Sheeva take the lead. "KKKEEEAHHRRR! (Go for the eyes!)" He commanded through a fearful cry. She happily obliged by diving in. By time the hobgoblin could yelp, she was already in his face, scratching and gouging for his ocular organs. Then, taking on his human shape mid flight, Lammy planted both feet into the hobgoblin's chest, knocking his target off to the ground. Naturally, this got the attention of the remaining hobgoblins. There was a brief twinge of regret on Lammy's end, as some spun to face him. "Uh oh." In probably the quickest, cleverest move he would perform for the week, he dove his free hand into the sand. In the same motion, a orb of flame conjured over the hand. With a fluid follow through, he released the mix of fire and sand into some hobgoblin faces. Then he high tailed it out of there before any of them could get a good aim at him. "That was dumb." He frantically flapped away, mentally scolded himself for such a brash mode of action. He was almost certain they were preparing to shoot him and Sheeva out of the sky. Evasive actions would be encouraged. Though, he had to admit, it felt kinda fun! Or, it was just the thrill of the hunt making him so excited that he couldn't think straight. One or the other.

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About six rabbits in, Lammy made note of the Hobgoblins moving across the land, practically making a beeline towards the plume of smoke rising from the beach. "The Campsite!" He thought in alarm. "KEAARRRRRH! (Regroup! We're heading back to the beach!)" He called out to Sheeva before performing a sharp turn towards the lake. As he neared, he managed to take note of some changes to the site, mostly the oxen-drawn wagon and female with the peculiar sigils floating about her head. He barreled towards the site, shifting mid flight to slide to a stop in the sand. With momentum to account for, Lammy almost slammed face first into said wagon. With the accident narrowly dodged, the druid trotted closer to the group. "Alright! Good news, I've secured us dinner!" The numerous dead bunnies dangling from his waist made that obvious. "Bad news, there's a skeevy lookin' group of Hobgoblins moving in this direction, about...uhhh..." He licked his pointer finger, and pointed it heavenward, to gauge for a proper estimate of distance. Not entirely sure how it worked, though. "2 miles...15...to...20 minutes out." He carefully confirmed. "...Annnnnnnd there's a fully supplied wagon here. Cool. We should go." He suggested simply. Honestly, he was surprised they hadn't left yet.

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The two hawks covered great ground over the grassy, hill laden plains. It was quite a cozy sight from above, as the flight let off a scene of tranquility and peace. Other than being a housecat, taking on the Hawk was one of Lammy's favorite forms. Flying was a very liberating mode of movement. As a human he probably wouldn't be able to stomach any of it. But as a bird, the sky was a domain in which he had full control over. He could be up there for hours if he wanted. Lammy might've been lost in thought as he explored the freedom of flight, but Sheeva was hard at work, scouring the ground below in search of dinner. Suddenly, her eyes perked up. "KEEEAAAHR! (Found something!)" She exclaimed, before falling into a descent. Looking down, Lamont could notice the typical field mouse, frantically scrambling for a hole as he realized a red-tailed hawk was practically dive-bombing towards him. His endeavors ended up being for naught, as Sheeva quickly scooped him up in her talons. She landed with the mouse in her grasp, the sharp nails quickly puncturing and dispatching the little rodent. Lamont soon landed beside her, looking on as she began tearing into its underbelly. "CHIIWRK?! (Are you gonna help me look for dinner, or just fill up on snacks?)" He quipped. She looked up briefly, blood dipping from her beak. "KEEER! (Maybe you can can fly around on an empty stomach, but I know I can't, so...)" It was all she said before digging back into the mouse. Lammy would've chuckled if he could. Instead, he took back to the skies in search for a proper meal. After reaching a certain height, he made wide, slow circles about the field, in order to not veer too far away from his companion. In time, he found a much more impressive catch: a young, plump rabbit. He mulled over the words of his parents, giving thought to properly dispatching of small game before diving down. "Make sure to dislocate spinal cord at the base of the skull as quickly as possible to ensure a quick, painless death." He had made his first catch as he thought this, with a talon grasping right where it was needed at the neck. He had to squeeze in quick, before the rabbit could panic or fight back. CCRRRK! The powerful talons snapped the bunny's neck, rendering it immobile. Lammy flapped down beside the lifeless carcass before quickly taking on his human form. "Agh, mom pushed me out without giving me my hunting knife!" He realized as he knelt beside his catch. "D'oh well. Someone in the group should have a dagger or something. Korick looked like might have a proper skinning knife." As he thought, he lifted the game by its neck, to ensure the spinal cord was properly dislocated. "That's one!" He said to the air, keeping note of his catch count before tightly binding the rabbit to his belt. He heard the call of the Hawk scream from up above, signifying that Sheeva was already on the search for more prey. With a content smirk, the druid broke into a trot before bounding into the sky, taking on his Hawk form once more. There was more dinner to catch.

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"Well, this was certainly a drastic way to begin a job." Lamont mulled over the last few minutes in silence. While he may've had trouble spotting the fight, Sheeva managed to catch it all. She would've cheered the Lady Paladin on with encouraging expletives if she had the parts needed to form proper words. Instead, she watched intently. As the battle ruled a victor, and Lily returned bruised and bloodied, Sheeva flapped her wings in a way that almost resembled hand clapping. "SCRRAHHKK! (Splendid! Now, we should turn to the hiss-mouthed rogue next! That illiterate halfie needs to answer for defending that undead! I say we slash his jugular in his sleep!)" Lammy had to perk up at that comment. He almost couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Geez Sheeva, what has gotten into you today?!" He exclaimed with a frown. "AHHHRRRR! (I'm sorry! We skipped breakfast and lunch to get here, and I've been testy ever since! And meeting the entrail-eater didn't help things!)" She protested in defense. Leaving his companion hungry filled the young druid with guilt. "You're right. Sorry about that, Sheev." Between Korick elaborating on the situation, and Lily considering leaving the area with haste, Lammy felt he should at least tell someone he was going instead of just up and leaving. "I'm gonna find some food. Don't wait up for us if you guys decide to leave before I get back. We should be able to spot at least one of you from the skies." He stated, finally relinquishing Sheeva from his grasp. As she took off, his physical form shrunk and shifted. Bones twisting and joints popping. Facial features shifted drastically, and feathers began to sprout en masse. His arms became wings. His legs shifted and hardened, his bare feet formed talons. He had took on his Hawk form once more, and let out a shrill screech before taking flight. "Find some field mice...maybe a rabbit or two...this shouldn't take too long." He thought, closing the gap between himself and Sheeva as the two flown towards the open grassy fields.