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Well our team has finally grouped at least.
Glad to hear it. Team ROZE has been working out our angle as well. Schedules permitting of course, and should have a massive update out by the week.
So about that latest episode.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS YE LOT
And so our Roleplay has been introduced to mounted Grimm
Morgan and Orlan - Emerald Forest - Tuesday
@FateWeaver @ryukan
”Morgan, we can’t fight that on our own. I vote we run like hell until we die or find help. I’ll make an opening, just be ready to go!”
Orlan punched through the group of beowolves to their rear to open a line of retreat and rocketed one of their foes into the air with particularly flashy stunt. As it was Morgan didn’t have time to admire his partner’s handiwork preoccupied as he was with covering their escape by firing wildly into the pack nipping at their heels. A thunderous howl was all the confirmation he needed to know that the massive beowolf was still in hot pursuit as it lumbered toward the duo throwing aside its smaller kin in its bloodthirsty desire to close the distance between predator and prey.
Morgan cracked off a few shots at the alpha beowolf as he ran with the pack hot on their back, which quickly proved Orlan’s point. The shots glanced off the charging monstrosity’s hide with little more than an annoyed growl and barely slowing its quickening pace right upon their heels.
“That thing’s not giving up easy,” he shouted still firing.
Sliding under a fallen tree before it could clothesline him, Morgan hopped into the air as a tentacle ripped out of the ground ahead winding itself into a springy platform and catapulting him back into the air. Spinning around in the air Morgan let loose a barrage shots from both of his drawn pistols at the Alpha Beowolf as it tore after the two of them. He wasn’t really expecting the wild shots to do anything more than distract it momentarily and give him time to think as tried to put some distance between the two of them, but his aerial jaunt gave him a bird’s eye view of a glimmering fire dust crystal nestled atop one of the Alpha’s bone ridges.
Oh you’ve got to be kidding me, Morgan thought as he realized what he was looking at.
“Eh Orlan, we’re looking for dust crystals right?” Morgan said landing back onto the ground next his partner and still sprinting.
“Cause that really looks like a dust crystal lodged onto the back of the big one that’s trying to eat our faces.”
“Oh, you’ve GOT to be kidding me!” Orlan shouts, mirroring his companion’s thoughts as he puts two and two together. Dodging trees and crashing through the foliage slows him down, but he manages to stay ahead of the pack. The remaining younger beowolves didn’t worry him, but they would have to pull of something clever to even get the crystal from the big one, let alone take it down. Recognizing that it would be nearly impossible to get high enough for him to grab it without drawing attention, he considers the tentacles that his new partner seems to be able to summon at will.
“We need that crystal, and I can’t get that high to take it without being spotted. Think you can do it? I can lead them along while you do,” Orlan explains as he sprints alongside Morgan. He had let Aegis fall after coming out of his slide to preserve his strength, and he carried Axios with the point behind him in case he needed to drive off Grimm or boost his momentum.
“We’ll have to figure out what to do once you have the crystal after seeing what the Alpha does, but it’s all I’ve got.”
Morgan risked a glance back at the pursuing monstrosity, noting that it still had a pack of a dozen smaller beowolves nipping along at its heels. The trees in the forest would probably give him some room for maneuverability, but once on top of the Alpha Beowolf Morgan figured things would start getting bumpy. First, Morgan needed to lose the pack at least temporarily so he could time this properly.
“I’m not exactly subtle,” he shouted as he ran. “but I can probably get on top. In the meantime, you’re going to need to be incredibly distracting.”
He snapped a pistol towards a copse of trees ahead. At the pace they were fleeing they’d get there before long so he’d need to quick about it.
“I’ll use those to launch myself out of the way and then try to circle back towards the Grimm. You’ll need to keep their attention on you while I try to get an angle on top and...times up let's go!”
Focusing, Morgan summoned a pair of rope-like crimson tentacles sprouting off the sides of a pair of tree trunks. They darted forth and wrapped themselves around Morgan’s arms as he dashed to the side. The tentacles stretched taut and expanded forward like a bungee cord as Morgan pulled them as tightly as he could become he leapt up and let the pent tension throw him backwards into the sky.
As soon as Morgan pointed out the cluster of trees he intended to use, Orlan stopped listening entirely. He had zero time to come up with a distraction, and they would sorely need one if this was going to work. His mind raced, and within a handful of sprinting strides he had an idea. A dangerous one that was likely to hurt, but one that just might work.
Slowing down to let Morgan take the lead, Orlan unlocks the cannon of his spear with a flick of his wrist. He couldn’t remember what sort of shell was lined up next, but he didn’t have time to load a new one and even a normal round would be enough for this. So he hoped, anyway. Morgan broke away, tentacles on his arms, and suddenly it was time to act.
Aura increased the friction of Orlan’s boots on the tree as he took two running steps up the trunk. The tip of Axios slammed into the wood, pushing him backward toward their pursuers. Having kicked off from the tree with one foot, he turns to reorient himself towards the Alpha. Judging that he would strike it at chest level, Orlan prepares himself for the worst.
From the corner of his eye, he spots exactly that. Claws flashing, the Alpha Beowulf brings one forelimb to bear on the human projectile. Orlan barely gets Aegis into place in time to deflect most of the blow, but it would have sent him flying regardless. As he crashes backward through the canopy, several thinner branches snap and whip against his coat and armor. One thicker limb, however, brings him to a complete stop. Before forcing him to the ground, the branch catches him across an unarmored portion of his lower back.
Orlan landed face-down, quite stunned. When he raised his head, his vision blurred and darkened. He forced himself to hands and knees anyway, taking stock of the situation. Aegis had faded when his concentration failed, but Axios had still been in his grip for the unintended flight. When his vision cleared, he found that the spear had landed next to him. Taking it in hand, he locks it and uses it to push himself to his feet.
The pack was still getting closer, if he could judge that from the bony ridge of the Alpha above the treeline. Hoping Morgan was alright and would be able to find him, Orlan makes his way carefully off to one side of the path. He wouldn’t be sprinting like that again for a good while and he was in no condition at the moment to fight the twelve smaller Grimm, let alone the Alpha.
Morgan didn’t have time to check how Orlan was faring with his part of the arrangement occupied as he was scaling the forest and lunging from tree to tree with calculated leaps and launches from his semblance. His first toss had sent him careening through the forest and out of the immediate chase, but now he needed to circle back and catch up with the group if he wanted to make good use of whatever distraction Orlan had managed to cook up.
Luckily, Alpha Beowolves weren’t exactly subtle when on the hunt and all he needed to do was backtrack towards the angry snarls.
Deftly leaping to another tree and bouncing higher into the canopy with a calculated launch, he caught sight of the pack just in time to see Orlan flying off into the underbrush.
Morgan winced in appreciation. He was going to need to get the fellow a drink when this was all over. Unfortunately, he would also need to find more rum. Back to the point, his last launch had sent Morgan well above the head of even the Alpha’s stature and he wouldn’t get a better chance than now while it was distracted with trying to relocate Orlan.
Plunging back down to the earth, he angled himself toward its unsuspecting back, searching for his prize as he fell. Morgan’s aura flowed through him, lending prenatural strength and endurance to his form as he plummeted, and cushioning the impact substantially when he landed feet-first onto the massive Grimm’s back.
The force of the landing was substantial enough to send the Alpha stumbling as Morgan slammed onto its back and grabbed hold of one its bony protrusions for support. With a snarl the Alpha whipped around and clawed at its own back as it tried to extricate the clinging sailor from its back, but whether by luck or unforeseen cunning, Morgan had landed squarely upon the small of the back where most creatures had an abominable time reaching.
As it was Morgan was having an abominable time holding onto the bastard’s back as it howled, scratched, leaped and otherwise offered firm protest to his presence. Wind whipping around him, his head starting to get dizzy, and the directions getting jumbled about by momentum, Morgan was laughing and cheering as he realized riding Grimm was actually a lot of fun if you ignored its attempts to murder the rider.
“Alright, where’d you put it,” he shouted, whooping as he was flung willy nilly along the beowolf’s back only just barely staying on his murderous mount. He gripped harder onto its back as it began running in circles and swiping towards Morgan. Swiping, but missing, though for how long would be another question.
Finally, a glimmer caught Morgan’s eye as he located the bone ridge right along the curve of its upper back that had somehow been lodged with the pair’s dust crystal. He highly doubted he’d be able to hold on for much longer, but it’d all be for naught if he couldn’t grab the prize before getting flung off.
Gritting his teeth, Morgan crawled up the Alpha’s back, nearly getting swung off more than once as it renewed its efforts to extricate him. Reaching up and towards the glimmering crystal he tried to make a grab for it only to snap his hand back to his grip as the Alpha swung around tripped itself in its efforts. Crashing towards the ground with Morgan in tow and shaking its head as it was momentarily dazed.
Now or never.
Letting out a final whoop, Morgan leapt forward and snatched his prize. Sliding off of the Alpha’s back with a barely controlled fall a tentacle sprung out and flung him towards the direction of Orlan’s flight. With any luck the Alpha wouldn’t immediately realize he’d finally manage to lose his unwanted passenger.
His last launch sent him careening through the brush where he landed squarely besides Orlan’s limping form, and slide a good five feet more. Laughing with exhilaration as he landed he pulled out the crystal and presented the shining piece of dust to his partner.
“I got the thing!”
@FateWeaver @ryukan
”Morgan, we can’t fight that on our own. I vote we run like hell until we die or find help. I’ll make an opening, just be ready to go!”
Orlan punched through the group of beowolves to their rear to open a line of retreat and rocketed one of their foes into the air with particularly flashy stunt. As it was Morgan didn’t have time to admire his partner’s handiwork preoccupied as he was with covering their escape by firing wildly into the pack nipping at their heels. A thunderous howl was all the confirmation he needed to know that the massive beowolf was still in hot pursuit as it lumbered toward the duo throwing aside its smaller kin in its bloodthirsty desire to close the distance between predator and prey.
Morgan cracked off a few shots at the alpha beowolf as he ran with the pack hot on their back, which quickly proved Orlan’s point. The shots glanced off the charging monstrosity’s hide with little more than an annoyed growl and barely slowing its quickening pace right upon their heels.
“That thing’s not giving up easy,” he shouted still firing.
Sliding under a fallen tree before it could clothesline him, Morgan hopped into the air as a tentacle ripped out of the ground ahead winding itself into a springy platform and catapulting him back into the air. Spinning around in the air Morgan let loose a barrage shots from both of his drawn pistols at the Alpha Beowolf as it tore after the two of them. He wasn’t really expecting the wild shots to do anything more than distract it momentarily and give him time to think as tried to put some distance between the two of them, but his aerial jaunt gave him a bird’s eye view of a glimmering fire dust crystal nestled atop one of the Alpha’s bone ridges.
Oh you’ve got to be kidding me, Morgan thought as he realized what he was looking at.
“Eh Orlan, we’re looking for dust crystals right?” Morgan said landing back onto the ground next his partner and still sprinting.
“Cause that really looks like a dust crystal lodged onto the back of the big one that’s trying to eat our faces.”
“Oh, you’ve GOT to be kidding me!” Orlan shouts, mirroring his companion’s thoughts as he puts two and two together. Dodging trees and crashing through the foliage slows him down, but he manages to stay ahead of the pack. The remaining younger beowolves didn’t worry him, but they would have to pull of something clever to even get the crystal from the big one, let alone take it down. Recognizing that it would be nearly impossible to get high enough for him to grab it without drawing attention, he considers the tentacles that his new partner seems to be able to summon at will.
“We need that crystal, and I can’t get that high to take it without being spotted. Think you can do it? I can lead them along while you do,” Orlan explains as he sprints alongside Morgan. He had let Aegis fall after coming out of his slide to preserve his strength, and he carried Axios with the point behind him in case he needed to drive off Grimm or boost his momentum.
“We’ll have to figure out what to do once you have the crystal after seeing what the Alpha does, but it’s all I’ve got.”
Morgan risked a glance back at the pursuing monstrosity, noting that it still had a pack of a dozen smaller beowolves nipping along at its heels. The trees in the forest would probably give him some room for maneuverability, but once on top of the Alpha Beowolf Morgan figured things would start getting bumpy. First, Morgan needed to lose the pack at least temporarily so he could time this properly.
“I’m not exactly subtle,” he shouted as he ran. “but I can probably get on top. In the meantime, you’re going to need to be incredibly distracting.”
He snapped a pistol towards a copse of trees ahead. At the pace they were fleeing they’d get there before long so he’d need to quick about it.
“I’ll use those to launch myself out of the way and then try to circle back towards the Grimm. You’ll need to keep their attention on you while I try to get an angle on top and...times up let's go!”
Focusing, Morgan summoned a pair of rope-like crimson tentacles sprouting off the sides of a pair of tree trunks. They darted forth and wrapped themselves around Morgan’s arms as he dashed to the side. The tentacles stretched taut and expanded forward like a bungee cord as Morgan pulled them as tightly as he could become he leapt up and let the pent tension throw him backwards into the sky.
As soon as Morgan pointed out the cluster of trees he intended to use, Orlan stopped listening entirely. He had zero time to come up with a distraction, and they would sorely need one if this was going to work. His mind raced, and within a handful of sprinting strides he had an idea. A dangerous one that was likely to hurt, but one that just might work.
Slowing down to let Morgan take the lead, Orlan unlocks the cannon of his spear with a flick of his wrist. He couldn’t remember what sort of shell was lined up next, but he didn’t have time to load a new one and even a normal round would be enough for this. So he hoped, anyway. Morgan broke away, tentacles on his arms, and suddenly it was time to act.
Aura increased the friction of Orlan’s boots on the tree as he took two running steps up the trunk. The tip of Axios slammed into the wood, pushing him backward toward their pursuers. Having kicked off from the tree with one foot, he turns to reorient himself towards the Alpha. Judging that he would strike it at chest level, Orlan prepares himself for the worst.
From the corner of his eye, he spots exactly that. Claws flashing, the Alpha Beowulf brings one forelimb to bear on the human projectile. Orlan barely gets Aegis into place in time to deflect most of the blow, but it would have sent him flying regardless. As he crashes backward through the canopy, several thinner branches snap and whip against his coat and armor. One thicker limb, however, brings him to a complete stop. Before forcing him to the ground, the branch catches him across an unarmored portion of his lower back.
Orlan landed face-down, quite stunned. When he raised his head, his vision blurred and darkened. He forced himself to hands and knees anyway, taking stock of the situation. Aegis had faded when his concentration failed, but Axios had still been in his grip for the unintended flight. When his vision cleared, he found that the spear had landed next to him. Taking it in hand, he locks it and uses it to push himself to his feet.
The pack was still getting closer, if he could judge that from the bony ridge of the Alpha above the treeline. Hoping Morgan was alright and would be able to find him, Orlan makes his way carefully off to one side of the path. He wouldn’t be sprinting like that again for a good while and he was in no condition at the moment to fight the twelve smaller Grimm, let alone the Alpha.
Morgan didn’t have time to check how Orlan was faring with his part of the arrangement occupied as he was scaling the forest and lunging from tree to tree with calculated leaps and launches from his semblance. His first toss had sent him careening through the forest and out of the immediate chase, but now he needed to circle back and catch up with the group if he wanted to make good use of whatever distraction Orlan had managed to cook up.
Luckily, Alpha Beowolves weren’t exactly subtle when on the hunt and all he needed to do was backtrack towards the angry snarls.
Deftly leaping to another tree and bouncing higher into the canopy with a calculated launch, he caught sight of the pack just in time to see Orlan flying off into the underbrush.
Morgan winced in appreciation. He was going to need to get the fellow a drink when this was all over. Unfortunately, he would also need to find more rum. Back to the point, his last launch had sent Morgan well above the head of even the Alpha’s stature and he wouldn’t get a better chance than now while it was distracted with trying to relocate Orlan.
Plunging back down to the earth, he angled himself toward its unsuspecting back, searching for his prize as he fell. Morgan’s aura flowed through him, lending prenatural strength and endurance to his form as he plummeted, and cushioning the impact substantially when he landed feet-first onto the massive Grimm’s back.
The force of the landing was substantial enough to send the Alpha stumbling as Morgan slammed onto its back and grabbed hold of one its bony protrusions for support. With a snarl the Alpha whipped around and clawed at its own back as it tried to extricate the clinging sailor from its back, but whether by luck or unforeseen cunning, Morgan had landed squarely upon the small of the back where most creatures had an abominable time reaching.
As it was Morgan was having an abominable time holding onto the bastard’s back as it howled, scratched, leaped and otherwise offered firm protest to his presence. Wind whipping around him, his head starting to get dizzy, and the directions getting jumbled about by momentum, Morgan was laughing and cheering as he realized riding Grimm was actually a lot of fun if you ignored its attempts to murder the rider.
“Alright, where’d you put it,” he shouted, whooping as he was flung willy nilly along the beowolf’s back only just barely staying on his murderous mount. He gripped harder onto its back as it began running in circles and swiping towards Morgan. Swiping, but missing, though for how long would be another question.
Finally, a glimmer caught Morgan’s eye as he located the bone ridge right along the curve of its upper back that had somehow been lodged with the pair’s dust crystal. He highly doubted he’d be able to hold on for much longer, but it’d all be for naught if he couldn’t grab the prize before getting flung off.
Gritting his teeth, Morgan crawled up the Alpha’s back, nearly getting swung off more than once as it renewed its efforts to extricate him. Reaching up and towards the glimmering crystal he tried to make a grab for it only to snap his hand back to his grip as the Alpha swung around tripped itself in its efforts. Crashing towards the ground with Morgan in tow and shaking its head as it was momentarily dazed.
Now or never.
Letting out a final whoop, Morgan leapt forward and snatched his prize. Sliding off of the Alpha’s back with a barely controlled fall a tentacle sprung out and flung him towards the direction of Orlan’s flight. With any luck the Alpha wouldn’t immediately realize he’d finally manage to lose his unwanted passenger.
His last launch sent him careening through the brush where he landed squarely besides Orlan’s limping form, and slide a good five feet more. Laughing with exhilaration as he landed he pulled out the crystal and presented the shining piece of dust to his partner.
“I got the thing!”
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