The Fox Without

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

GARM

November 19, 1:48 A.M.
Northeastern Proximity

A rolling growl like thunder in the distance issued from Garm's throat as he was somewhat violently brought back to consciousness, aware only that someone was jabbing what felt like a rather large, burning sensation. The memories of the night came rushing back with the various aches and pains of his little romp in the forest. His last memory was the sight of the fifty-eighters rushing into the night as a barrel of gun powder blew in front of him. Panic tried to take grasp as the thought of the 58 taking him prisoner, eyes snapping open with a blazing red light as a feral look crossed his face, lunging clumsily free from the grip of whoever held him, shoulder throbbing in protest from the movement. He released a gout of flame at the form that held been holding him. The few short moments as the flames licked the form within gave Garm a moment to calm down, noticing his surroundings as his eyed dulled to a light glow, seeing himself surrounded by Engineers looking at him with a look of horror, sighing as he looked at the burning figure. He started looking about for an exit plan as he waited for one of the Engineers to make a move towards him. The sight of something moving in the flames grabbed his attention as they died out, laughing in relief as he recognized the creature. He'd been lucky this time.

"Ello there Koar*, sorry 'bout lighting ya up there," he said sitting on his headquarters and looking about, "don't suppose you'd seen a cute lil' red headed dame carrying a pile o' clothes have ya," trying to finder the Engineer he'd left his clothes with. He was doing whatever he could not to look at the now cuaterized bullet wounds, dreading the thought of having Kantus open them back up to dig out the bullets . He could see Horace taking reports and doubted it'd be long before he'd have to talk to him, but he felt no rush to give his report.

*pronounced like core

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Working on something right now,might take some time since my sister is graduating. Just fact checking though, Koarin is fire proof right?

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Lol, I was just trying to figure out a good reason to justify Garm waking up from that to report to Hugo, looks like he just got a wake up call :P. Got an idea of what I'm gonna write, but it's almost 1:00 here so I'll get something up tomorrow.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Will get timestamps on there, just gotta double check the timeline.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

MORGAN

November 19, 1:45 A.M.
North East Gate

Morgan sighed as he saw fear (and caution overtaking the few men and women remaining, a few stray shots ringing out in the night from the retreating forms. Morgan watched, a look of unchanging disappointment as he strode through the forest after them, a few flicks of the wrist dispatching those who'd stayed back to cover the others retreat. The sharp whiny in the distant followed by a scream signaled another of the 58 being trampled by his warhorse, having dismounted early into the battle, although that may be to generous a term for this skirmish. This would be over soon, he could already see the Engineers and Hands fanning out to catch any stragglers. He could feel the lights of life going out all through the forest, and turned back to the walls of the city, shaking his head as he made his way to the gates. With it's purpose fulfilled, he returned his blade to it's resting place, a small shiver passing through his body as the lights finally entered with the rest of the blade. They had gathered at the hilt, as if running to escape the grasping tendrils of smoke swallowing the blade. The short burst of euphoria passed quickly, placing his head back, the armor dissolving into the nigh air as his familiar suit took its place. The screams seemed to be growing further between each other, he doubted it'd be an hour befo-

A loud crash broke through the night, glimpses of a bright flare seen through the limbs of trees.

Make that half an hour. He could make out the lanterns of the scavenging groups he'd asked for in the distance, the Cat-kin punctual as always when profit was involved. He'd meet with them back at the tavern later this morning. He wasn't sure how much they'd be able to get before the cities "cleaning crew" made its way through the carnage. It always surprised him how a creature that seemed to move so slow could always arrive so suddenly when needed. It didn't really matter in the end, it was all free profit whatever they pulled in.

Morgan gave a nod to the passing Engineers that were going to collect the wounded, his horse appearing with little sound beside him, the scales and bone gone now, a normal, if large, black Clydesdale idling along side him. And so another night passed in the city of Voldoa.

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GARM

November 19, 1:38 A.M.
North East Wall

"...nd so far as we can tell there are at least 15 in the woods, perhaps mor.." and on and on the Engineer rattled, Garm sighing as his foot beat an ever increasing beat, already regretting asking her about the battle, so far confirming only that they were under attack, and no leader had been spotted as yet. Groaning as his impatience reached critical mass, Garm's hand snapping forward as he covered her mouth. He grinned disarmingly as she stepped back, a look of dismay covering her face at the act.
"My apologies dame, but honestly, ya drivin' me up the wall," he said pulling his hand back and removing his shirt quickly and handing it to her, "so what I need from you, is to stay alive, and hold these cause I'll be needing them later," he said as he freed himself of his pants, dropping them in her arms, an affronted gasp coming from her. He gave her a grin before backing up a bit, crouching a bit, a snapping sound emanating as his limbs deformed, the ever present smirk stretching into something much more sinister, smoke escaping from the now gleaming fangs, a dull red glow quickly filling his eyes, the strange changes continuing as he took off at the wall, a small leap taking him off the wall and hurtling towards the ground, and into a storm of bullets.

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November 19, 1:40 A.M.
Surrounding Forest

A creature the size of a small horse raced through the forest, the glow, bypassing the forms of men and women in a single minded pursuit, a dozen or so bullet wounds oozing a black ichor, hardly slowing his chase. Frustration was taking over as he continually failed to find anything resembling a leader in this pack of fools, another dead end looming as the group was beating a retreat. He was starting to despair of any gain, but a sudden flash of red caught his attention, the only Mark of rank in this thrown together militia, and the scent of horses detectable over the constant barrage of gunfire, blood, and fear. Garm crept forward silently, observing the cart in front of him.

"I'm telling ya mate, he's fucking gone, one sec' I'm hearin' tha bastard screaming orders fer more ammo, I come back and he's gone, and everythin's gone ta hell, wit tha demons to match, we need to git ba-" the man was suddenly cut off as Garm burst from the thicket, a torrent of flames escaping from his mzzle, two more bullets tearing into him as the canvas covering the cart caught ablaze.

Garm groaned as he landed, from left leg buckling as he found himself unable to move it, the bullet having lodged itself in his shoulder, but that could wait. He turned to face the two men on the cart, only to see their retreating forms, crouching to take after them before the smell of gun powder igniting filled his nose, eyes widening as everything went white, feeling ribs crack as he slammed against a tree, the world fading from sight.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Sorry to hold y'all up, I should gave something up to night, basically know what I'm gonna write for Morgan, but having a little writer's block on Garm, should think of something by the time I'm off work.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

MORGAN

November 19, 1:28 A.M.
Overlook

Morgan retrieved the item he'd been searching for as he reached the blaze, seeming to release a dam as a torrent of smoke rushed from his neck, a thin coat of it covering the ground as he came upon the men still reeling from the blaze. As his hand emergeod from that pit, a large zwiehander emerging. The sword seemed splintered and spiderwebbed with cracks, a multitude of lights pulsing along the cracks, 24 shimmering bulbs all traveling an infinite loop through the steel instrument. Morgan took a moment, enjoying watching these men and women of civilization scrambling to get some semblance of order back.

In his distraction, he hardly noticed as one of Fifty-eighters raised a rifle, only broken from his revelry as the bullet glanced off his armor, focusing his sights on the man who was readying for another shot. Morgan's eyes widened slightly as he urged his steed towards the offender, raising his blade as he neared, little flourish in the move but simplicity held a primal elegance in itself. He almost pitied the man as he saw the reflexes and discipline was displayed, lifting his rifle to block the blade. His stance was practiced, the rifle placed to merely glance the blow off the instrument. It would allow him to use the momentum from the strike to angle his bayonet into the horse, while protecting his body. Truly a sign of a prodigal soldier in the making.

The Valkyries would surely welcome him with open arms.

As Morgan's blade met the man's rifle, his eyes widened in disbelief when there was no resistance from the blade, the cracks throughout the blade expanding where they met the rifle, the pulsing lights dancing where they touched the gun before continued their journey through the cracks as they reformed on the other side of the gun, Morgan's swing neatly cleaving through the man's torso, the leathers he wore offering little resistance to his blade.

Morgan's path took him a few feet placing him in the thicket of Fifty-eighters. A few seemed to finally be regaining their senses now that they had a clear target. Morgan snapped his blade to the side, cleaning the blood from his blade as it soaked one of the riflewomen nearby. He ready his blade for the next act of this battle.

The Shattered Blade

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GARM

November 19, 1:24 A.M.
Arboretum->Walls

A deep growl issued from Garm as he was roused from his slumber, trying to see what had unceremoniously brought him to the world of the walking so soon. He raised his head as he listened in the distance, trying to stand and failing as he felt something grab his arm. Wild-eyed he looked back at the offending appendage, memories from the night before returning in a rush. Ahh yes, The young, sleeping water nymph clinging to his arm having been his latest assignment from as "A hard working Hand of the City." She had been a new addition to the city. They'd asked him to show her around, and he may have let slip there were rumors of hunters infiltrating the city, and he'd be happy to keep an eye on her if she wanted. The rest had simply been a warm welcome to the city.

Garm grinned as the nights revelries. He hadn't been lying, there was always some rumor floating around concerning some hunter or other, but Garm always found dead ends with them all. The sound of gunfire brought him back to the present, prying the sleeping girls arm from him, checking the direction of the noise as searched the meadow for his clothes. He got dressed as he walked languidly, following his ears as went to the commotion, following the wall once he hit it till he found one of the towers, staring up the steps as he debated heading up, pulling up his pants as one of the Engineers rushed past him holding a rifle in one hand and sheathing a short sword with the other. On the one hand, there was a very willing water nymph still expecting him back in the meadow, a very enthusiastic nymph.

"Damn Fifty-eighters, I swear they've more rifles than brains among 'em,"

Garm sighed as the other hand showed itself, his mission overriding the welcoming arms of a waiting nymph... "Ah well, maybe I can have her play doctor for me after tonight," he said to a confused Engineear as he began climbing the steps, "Hell knows she'll have a better bedside manner than the old bird," he finished as he threw on his shirt, though from the screams and smell of gunpowder he doubted he'd keep it long.

The mention of Fifty-eighters had peaked his interest, urging his motives that night. His informants had told him that Tarnish had been in contact with the Fifty-eight recently, if he was lucky and quick, he might have a chance at grabbing the leader and finding a location.

First, though, he had to find the leader. He rolled his eyes as he caught sight of his fellow Hand Baldwin jumping from the parpets, before making his way to the Engineer Baldwin had finished traumatizing, placing a hand on her shoulder to gain her attention, "Now, I know your a bit busy at the moment ma'am, BUT," he said, breaking off as he pulled her head down as a bullet passed overhead, continuing with hardly a pause, "I don't suppose you could grace me with a breakdown of current event, you know numbers, munitions, any leaders they might have," he said, grabbing her spinning around as another volley came by, smirking as he looked down at her, "quick as you can dear pup."

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Alright got that done, my next post will probably have Morgan enter the fray and introduce Garm.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

MORGAN

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November 18, 7:15 P.M.
West Commons, The Pale Horse

Morgan finished another glass as he was talking to Baldwin, a movement in the gambling hall catching his eye. The group of Cat-kin nodded to an unexpected face coming through the door. Morgan narrowed his eyes as he saw the emissaries companion, something he'd be sure to mention. His excitement cooled as he stood, straightening up and brushing the wrinkles from his suit. "I'm afraid I must excuse myself, but enjoy the meal, make a toast for me, and if you can manage it, find a woman for the night to help you unwind," he said with a chuckle, "you seem like you use the help sleeping."

Morgan motioned for the wait staff to take care of the bar, before giving an apologetic nod to Jasper, "you'll have to forgive me, the less festive side business has reared its head, but I hope you enjoy yourself," he said to the regular as he made his way out of the bar, patting backs and shaking hands as he made his way through the crowd. His jovial manner melted away as he broke away from the crowd to a severe business manner.

Morgan took a seat as he listened in silence, motioning for a drink from a passing waitress as Kaja went through the list, pointedly not getting one for the Cat-kin. Morgan took it all in with little change until he finished, taking few moments to enjoy his drink before responding in a even tone, "I've no complaints with building breweries, in fact you may want to advise your father to open talks to the dryads within the city, they may be open to providing supplies to such a venture," he said pausing for a moment and taking another drink, " but as for the contact outside, I'd advise lowering our order, but keep doing business with him, there are always uses to having sources away from home."

"Pertaining the supplies, I'll have my men pick them up post haste, and I'll deal with Kree when I see him," he said, before raising his glass in a toast, "My condolences to your clan for the loss of their kinsman, may they be welcomed home by Bastet herself. " he said, finishing his glass after the customary prayer, standing and approaching the young Cat-kin, eyes hardly wavering as they locked with his.

"Now, with buisness out of the way, I fear I must make something clear," he said as he began circling Kaja and the tiger, eyeing the creature, "as fine a beast as this may be, I cannot abide you bringing in your work so callously," he said, a curt edge to his voice. " Normally I'd assume you had been raised in a barn, but I've seen you with your father, and I know he suffers no fools, so I take this as a lapse in judgement that shall not be repeated."

Morgan allowed that to sink in, before continuing on, " Luckily I've no time to focus on this." He said, the pleasant tone returning as he went onto new business, "How soon can you have say..." he paused looking back at Baldwin at the bar, noticing the aura death was around a few of the patrons that night, "I believe 4 yes, 4 carts with scavenging teams ready," he said, looking expectantly at Kaja.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Lol, the real question is does Kaja speak Egyptian, always nice to know your father named you woman :P