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"Ah, thanks." She tried to put it on, after a few tries, she stopped, "Sorry, I'm afraid these don't quite fit me."
"Drape it over your shoulders, we can't afford to have you..." He trailed off as he heard the quiet chanting, as it were distant, "Be sick." He finished, narrowing his eyes and scanning the area around them, the trees were dying at an unnatural rate. He looked at Juno, who looked at him, and the two looked at Edwin and his flying friend. It seemed like it was not an isolated thing, everyone heard it. With a thunderous noise, which caused Stas to crouch into a battle ready position, a massive multi-winged dragon creature emerged from the ashes of the forest behind them. The ground shuddered at its awakening and laughter.
"Stas! Get them to safety!" Juno ordered, Stas, lightning fast turned to Edwin and Linnea and dashed towards them. But he wasn't fast enough, the ground cracked and split apart, frighteningly quickly the section of ground he was running on sunk into the ground. He skidded to a halt and cursed, "I'm trapped!" He yelled, hoping someone would hear him above. The oval section of ground, roughly 20 meters wide and 25 meters long was too deep into the ground for him to climb up. He looked up at the sky and saw darkened skies instead of the blue skies that were there mere minutes ago. He thought of a way to get back up when he heard the sound of feet scraping against the ground. Out of the dirt walls the surrounded him came nightmarish creatures. Stas readied his spear, hearing an unholy whispering clawing at his mind. Unlike the chanting before, which had merely been present, this whispering seemed to pry into his very thoughts, attempting to drive him insane.
Stas dropped his spear and fell onto his knees, clutching his head. He couldn't make out what the whispering was saying, he could only hear three words. Grant us eyes. He looked at the creatures that were slowly approaching, mangled messes of flesh and bone. The blood that dripped from their open wounds sizzled the ground. They were slouched over, some with claws where the hands would be, some were crawling on all fours. None had eyes.
Stas closed his eyes again and tried to assemble his thoughts, but they were disrupted by the whispering. Stas opened his eyes again, looking up at what would be his murderers. Instead, a ghostly image appeared. A knight, wearing leather and plate armor, he wielded a familiar spear, and stood strong against the whispering. Stas recognized the man. And his spear, the one he had been carrying all this time. How could he have missed it? The Knight spoke, and the voice cut through the unholy whispers like a blade.
If it's hostile, you kill it.
And the Knight tossed him his spear. Stas followed it, and watched the transparent spear land right where he dropped his own. This spear was Cazavar, the Spear of The Frozen Peaks. Forged by the master smiths of the Frostvein Ridges. Stas remembered, his thoughts clear as ice. The shaft, cornel wood, the strongest wood in the land. Wrapped with the black leather of The Obsidian Bear, which had stalked the mountains for decades, slaying all who opposed it. The spear tip and sauroter spike made of the finest steel in all the mountains, masterfully emblazoned with runes of the ancients. The whispering was gone now, and Stas had one thing on his mind. The spear, in one fluid motion he picked it up and lunged forwards, thrusting the spear right into the eyeless head of the abomination who was closest. He slashed it to the right, nearly slicing it's head in two. The spear found itself slashing another creature across the chest. The black blood sizzled on the blade of Cazavar, but it did not damage it. Stas dodged the attack of one creature to his left, they were beginning to move faster, recognizing that Stas was now resisting. Stas rotated clockwise and planted the spike of his spear into the neck of the attacking creature. Stas remembered all of these movements, despite having never performed the techniques. Stas stabbed another in the chest, as it fell he caught a glimpse of a way out. A large hole in the wall, a tunnel entrance. He smacked an undead who had gotten too close with the shaft of his spear, throwing it aside, giving him an opening. Stas dashed for the tunnel.
"Drape it over your shoulders, we can't afford to have you..." He trailed off as he heard the quiet chanting, as it were distant, "Be sick." He finished, narrowing his eyes and scanning the area around them, the trees were dying at an unnatural rate. He looked at Juno, who looked at him, and the two looked at Edwin and his flying friend. It seemed like it was not an isolated thing, everyone heard it. With a thunderous noise, which caused Stas to crouch into a battle ready position, a massive multi-winged dragon creature emerged from the ashes of the forest behind them. The ground shuddered at its awakening and laughter.
"Stas! Get them to safety!" Juno ordered, Stas, lightning fast turned to Edwin and Linnea and dashed towards them. But he wasn't fast enough, the ground cracked and split apart, frighteningly quickly the section of ground he was running on sunk into the ground. He skidded to a halt and cursed, "I'm trapped!" He yelled, hoping someone would hear him above. The oval section of ground, roughly 20 meters wide and 25 meters long was too deep into the ground for him to climb up. He looked up at the sky and saw darkened skies instead of the blue skies that were there mere minutes ago. He thought of a way to get back up when he heard the sound of feet scraping against the ground. Out of the dirt walls the surrounded him came nightmarish creatures. Stas readied his spear, hearing an unholy whispering clawing at his mind. Unlike the chanting before, which had merely been present, this whispering seemed to pry into his very thoughts, attempting to drive him insane.
Stas dropped his spear and fell onto his knees, clutching his head. He couldn't make out what the whispering was saying, he could only hear three words. Grant us eyes. He looked at the creatures that were slowly approaching, mangled messes of flesh and bone. The blood that dripped from their open wounds sizzled the ground. They were slouched over, some with claws where the hands would be, some were crawling on all fours. None had eyes.
Stas closed his eyes again and tried to assemble his thoughts, but they were disrupted by the whispering. Stas opened his eyes again, looking up at what would be his murderers. Instead, a ghostly image appeared. A knight, wearing leather and plate armor, he wielded a familiar spear, and stood strong against the whispering. Stas recognized the man. And his spear, the one he had been carrying all this time. How could he have missed it? The Knight spoke, and the voice cut through the unholy whispers like a blade.
If it's hostile, you kill it.
And the Knight tossed him his spear. Stas followed it, and watched the transparent spear land right where he dropped his own. This spear was Cazavar, the Spear of The Frozen Peaks. Forged by the master smiths of the Frostvein Ridges. Stas remembered, his thoughts clear as ice. The shaft, cornel wood, the strongest wood in the land. Wrapped with the black leather of The Obsidian Bear, which had stalked the mountains for decades, slaying all who opposed it. The spear tip and sauroter spike made of the finest steel in all the mountains, masterfully emblazoned with runes of the ancients. The whispering was gone now, and Stas had one thing on his mind. The spear, in one fluid motion he picked it up and lunged forwards, thrusting the spear right into the eyeless head of the abomination who was closest. He slashed it to the right, nearly slicing it's head in two. The spear found itself slashing another creature across the chest. The black blood sizzled on the blade of Cazavar, but it did not damage it. Stas dodged the attack of one creature to his left, they were beginning to move faster, recognizing that Stas was now resisting. Stas rotated clockwise and planted the spike of his spear into the neck of the attacking creature. Stas remembered all of these movements, despite having never performed the techniques. Stas stabbed another in the chest, as it fell he caught a glimpse of a way out. A large hole in the wall, a tunnel entrance. He smacked an undead who had gotten too close with the shaft of his spear, throwing it aside, giving him an opening. Stas dashed for the tunnel.
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Can I be a Squat?
As Co-GM I'd give you the green light.
I'll run it by the GM though, he may have a differing opinion.
A 40k RP FINALLY I WANNA JOIN
Edit: *grumbles* nevermind, got too many rp's. Hmph
Don't be a weakling.
Fight for the Emperor.
Any news?
None so far.
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So uh... I had the dirt road group arrive within visual range of the village. Hope that's okay. Also hoping that I didn't butcher any description of the village that the GM had planned, I tried to keep it as vague as possible.
EDIT: I'll be able to post tomorrow night.
EDIT: I'll be able to post tomorrow night.
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"Fire?" Juno turned her head to look towards it, "And the three men... No, we get to the village, for all we know those were the very same persons who set off the fire, and that monkey thing may be in league with them. Forest fires move very quickly, or so I heard, so let us not stand around here, lest we be engulfed in flames ourselves."
Stas gave her a short nod and slowed his pace so that the others would pass him, he had taken up the position of rear guard, and he would stay as rear guard unless someone else who was better at the job appeared. After a short while, it began to rain, turning the dirt road muddy. Stas despite the rain kept his head on a swivel, scanning the tree lines and brushes. He was accustomed to running in mud, but he didn't enjoy it. The mud stuck to his shoes and made it more difficult to move quickly, the sounds weren't helping either. He muttered curses in both English and Russian as it got muddier. The road took a turn and he made sure to keep his footing. Edwin couldn't keep his footing though, and skidded into a tree trunk. Stas stopped and looked at him, scanning him for any injuries, he recalled that even the smallest of falls could sprain an ankle or break a finger.
"Sorry about that ladies and gentleman, feels like I'm running on ice." Edwin commented. Linnea, the floating girl came down to help him. Stas grumbled and spoke up, "Edwin, we'll have to make sure you haven't broken anything when we reach the village. And we'll get you some actual shoes." He said, looking at Linnea and Edwin. He noticed that they were wearing just some casual wear, unsuitable for this weather, but at least they were wearing pants. Juno was only wearing a shirt and skirt. He jogged over to Juno and looked around the bend, noticing that the village that they had to reach was in sight. It was still a small ways away however. He stopped and planted his spear into the ground, "Officer Aulia," He said to get her attention, he took off his fur lined leather jacket and handed it to her, "It might be a bit small, but it's better than nothing." He picked up the spear once again and looked towards the village, "Can't be long now. Maybe we'll find a bar or something, where we could dry off." He noted the wood and stone buildings, he couldn't make out any details. He thought about what kind of weapons they might have, axes and hammers obviously, maybe chisels, judging by the wood and stone they used for their buildings and walls. He couldn't make any accurate judgments however, he had seen simple farmers living in mud huts suddenly whip out AK-47 assault rifles and several RPG-7 rocket launchers in his service. Thinking back, they probably weren't 'simple' farmers.
Stas gave her a short nod and slowed his pace so that the others would pass him, he had taken up the position of rear guard, and he would stay as rear guard unless someone else who was better at the job appeared. After a short while, it began to rain, turning the dirt road muddy. Stas despite the rain kept his head on a swivel, scanning the tree lines and brushes. He was accustomed to running in mud, but he didn't enjoy it. The mud stuck to his shoes and made it more difficult to move quickly, the sounds weren't helping either. He muttered curses in both English and Russian as it got muddier. The road took a turn and he made sure to keep his footing. Edwin couldn't keep his footing though, and skidded into a tree trunk. Stas stopped and looked at him, scanning him for any injuries, he recalled that even the smallest of falls could sprain an ankle or break a finger.
"Sorry about that ladies and gentleman, feels like I'm running on ice." Edwin commented. Linnea, the floating girl came down to help him. Stas grumbled and spoke up, "Edwin, we'll have to make sure you haven't broken anything when we reach the village. And we'll get you some actual shoes." He said, looking at Linnea and Edwin. He noticed that they were wearing just some casual wear, unsuitable for this weather, but at least they were wearing pants. Juno was only wearing a shirt and skirt. He jogged over to Juno and looked around the bend, noticing that the village that they had to reach was in sight. It was still a small ways away however. He stopped and planted his spear into the ground, "Officer Aulia," He said to get her attention, he took off his fur lined leather jacket and handed it to her, "It might be a bit small, but it's better than nothing." He picked up the spear once again and looked towards the village, "Can't be long now. Maybe we'll find a bar or something, where we could dry off." He noted the wood and stone buildings, he couldn't make out any details. He thought about what kind of weapons they might have, axes and hammers obviously, maybe chisels, judging by the wood and stone they used for their buildings and walls. He couldn't make any accurate judgments however, he had seen simple farmers living in mud huts suddenly whip out AK-47 assault rifles and several RPG-7 rocket launchers in his service. Thinking back, they probably weren't 'simple' farmers.
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Two trees don't qualify as large forest fire.
Sorry. Didn't really read your guys' posts since our groups are currently separated.
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I thought it was 3 coming from the village? I might have mistaken it, since they said it was three moving together, and coco was separate? Maybe I confused something
They were PCs running from a large fire in the forest. The dirt road group is continuin without investigating.
Speaking of that group, should my next post be us arriving at the village? Just coming into view of the village?
I posted in the interest check as well, but if you still have room I can post a character tonight
We have room.
EDIT: News just in, our glorious and all powerful Inquisitor, bestowed with the ability to pass the Emperor's Judgement on xenos and heretics alike, is currently hunkered down in a storm shelter to wait for a nearby Warp Storm to pass.
It may be several days more until this warp storm is lifted.
Thought of the day: Survival is no birthright, but a prize wrested from an uncaring galaxy by forgotten heroes.
(He is actually dodging tornadoes. IRL, no joke)
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