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Into The Depths; [Minor ST 3]
Topic Started: Wed Mar 15, 2017 11:02 am (2,482 Views)
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"Volare I want you to go above and watch. Volare has a metamana like mine and we can communicate a bit. Once she is up above she can guide the team coming from bellow to some extent and point out the enemy positions as we go. I am decent at sneaking, so I will go with the party moving in from bellow."

Volare nodded, saying nothing as Shirine spoke. She wasn’t necessarily angry with her, although she was annoyed that she would not be joining her mate below. However, given her opinion, she understood and respected her Captain’s decision. She bristled slightly when one of the Dal’mar said that they would be going above as well. They didn’t seem the stealthiest of sorts, it was true, but she didn’t like or trust the Dal’mar. Kagiso and Kalim, at least, were independents rather than soldiers at the beck and call of an inexperienced elf prince. But she didn’t have much of a choice right now, and seeing as she wasn’t the stealthiest herself, allies would be necessary to prevent becoming an easy target. Thankfully, it was only Tyrist and Zilyana that would be coming with them - not the princeling; the former might serve the latter, but at least they knew what in the Abyss they were doing. When it came time to depart, Volare ensured that she was shifted into her hybrid form for maximum efficiency and prowess.

They moved swiftly but silently. When someone finally spoke, it was Zilyana speaking up about machinery. Her whisper likely could not even be heard except by elves and weres, such as Volare. The blue haze of shadow through which her fae eyes saw everything in darkness such as this had not changed in the slightest as they made their way into the settlement, but the greater threat at the moment was the clearly audible Na’hill patrol nearby; they did not attack now. They moved on, Volare copying the others’ movements and remaining as invisible as possible in the darkness.

But Volare noticed something as they moved past the Al’shari and humans in the group. She had been born of nature and raised in the wilderness among all its creatures, and her gift from Shirine had heightened her awareness beyond even what she had possessed before. She smelled something off about the group. She could do nothing about it at the moment, but she marked the scent in her mind and kept herself as alert as possible.

They came to the hole the saurian had marked, and Volare looked over the edge. From above, she could not tell what exactly was below, only that they were guarding this position. Her fae eyes would have told her exactly what they were with ease had they been in a different position, but there was nothing they could do about that now. Gauging the distance, Volare judged that it was about twelve paces - an easy leap for her, given her physical prowess and her wings. Kagiso dropped first, easily reaching the rooftops and moving out to survey the streets. Volare was readying herself to leap over the gap in order to watch it from the other side, which would have allowed both paths to be seen, but she didn’t have a chance. She whirled at once when she heard a voice behind her, Ivyn’s Ire practically leaping out of her scabbard with fluid grace and lethal precision.

Before the others could react, she stepped quickly forward and unfurled her wings while block or parrying whatever blows came to her before she was finished. She unleashed their full power at the werewolf that had appeared and then immediately folded her wings once more before moving in to take in stride the advantage she had hopefully just gained.

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Mistalee nodded to the Del'mar and handed them her quiver for them to look at the arrows within. "Take what you feel you can use," she said.

She nodded to Throatslitter and drew her mark where he suggested.

The stealth portion of their job seemed to go well so far. Almost too well. Her gut just told her that something was about to go dreadfully wrong. So, when the vampire made it's appearance, she didn't even look surprised. And it was a talkative one at that...the over confident ones were always the talkative ones...

As the vampire spoke she drew a light arrow from her quiver and placed it upon the string. She didn't even wait for the creature to finish speaking before she loosed the arrow, only to fire another, and then another. She would keep up a steady fire upon the vampire, hoping it would either strike and injure it or give her companions an opening they needed.

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A plan, to Ahkrum, was always a loose-knit thing. The best sort of plan was trying to move pieces to places and then hoping that they could deal with things properly. Too many things could go wrong, be unplanned for, and Ahkrum did not need to be a strategist to know that, which was good since he was not. For this, he was beginning to like the lizard man with the name that seemed like it was earned through a particularly brutal feat, which, again, was something that he could definitely approve of as a violent little bugger. Even better, that same lizard was going to be joining them on the underground path.

Violent woman with the knives. Very large cat. Elf with a bow. Giant lizard. Ahkrum. For fairness sake, even in his mind it might just be best to refer to himself as angry and small, for relative to even the smallest of the others in the group, he was vastly underscaled. To make up for that, he had incredibly strength, best harnessed in battle, and so far it seemed that most larger enemies were simply unsure of how to handle that absolute shift in size, to fight with something smaller than their dolls and yet stronger than most being their size. Ahkrum was an anomaly in the world away from the Spiderhaunt Woods, an Asivah'drok Enacot from Ivah'galagaj, a member of the Ilok Aracak, in service of the Kakaraja. Even away from home, even away from the Force and on his own, what he did would ultimately represent the Kakaraja's rage and fury, and for that he could not act completely foolishly.

Ahkrum sat upon the shoulder of one the larger peoples to ride, L'akolb and Danag left behind to spare them the rigors of a deadly battle and stealth against foes they did not have a complete understanding of. The shoulder he rode upon was of the elf, the archer, who allowed him to sit as such when none others seemed particularly interested in the plight of his tiny legs. Perhaps they simply had other things on their minds, but this was where he was now, and that was what mattered. He was a bit of a weight, solid built for a Hagaan, but that was still probably nothing to people of this size.

Yes, from her shoulder, he could see clearly when the light revealed. . . Revealed nothing. Emptiness. There were lights for nobody except for them. No workers, no corpses, just their sub-Force. Other routes were blocked off, sealed, cut off from them. It was a feeling that left even the little spider-like heart of the fae feeling uneasy. They had just hit a proverbial web, but what choice did they have? The others must have noticed it as well. One way in.

Then came the spider, so to speak. It was like no spider Ahkrum had seen. Red eyes, like blood. Six fingers on each hand. Declaring itself an immediate threat. Ahkrum descended as quickly as he could off of his fellow Force member, drawing his weapons and kicking off the floor towards the pale foe, lashing out with his corded weapons to get a hold on the enemy so that he could deliver far closer, intimate blows with the weight of his incredible strength behind them. No time to waste, to speak, to muster up a proper battle cry. He was in their way and they had already walked right into his web, so they may as well do everything to prove they were no mere flies.

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Kagiso watched the rooftop group, near motionless other than small adjustments to the massive weapon she held. Her eyes roved over the enemies.

<Enemy count on the streets is about eighteen enemy troops. Most of the enemy are armed with two-handers.>

Her allies ducked into a building and were greeted by a pair of gloomwood werewolves. The sound of fighting would bring more enemies. <Combat has started. Expect enemy reinforcements to be inbound. I will do my best.> SAKLOS swung towards the nearest lizardperson. Kagiso paused, took aim and fired. She dropped the weapon. It swung off the strap on her shoulder. She fell prone and drew out her trusty repeater and hammered a red box into the base. She pulled the trigger as quickly as the mechanism would allow. Blazing bolts leapt from her clifftop position and into any exposed member of the opposing forces. Her primary effort was on keeping the lizards from entering the building her allies were fighting in.

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It was decided that Volare and the two remaining Dal'mar would also come with them, and with their party decided they set off. Kalim stayed silent for the majority of the trek, focusing on keeping an eye out for ambushes. Sound carried in the tunnels, and there wasn't much point trying to plan further before they saw their destination with their own eyes.

They eventually came out into a city. The mercenary glanced around, but other than the seeming relatively better-tended, it looked just like the others they had passed through on their way here. Kalim scowled. Despite what Throatslitter had said, any one of those building could be hiding the lizards, waiting to fire a volley of arrows at them. He instinctively raised the buckler strapped to his left arm, covering his upper torso with it; the small piece of steel provided barely adequate protection. His tension had jumped several levels, and so he himself jerked when he suddenly heard Zilyana's whisper. He squinted at the object she had indicated. His curiosity was piqued at the mention of machinery, and he wanted nothing more than to go examine the thing. But it being left here untended was far too suspicious. There were likely patrols nearby, and so with some regret he left the thing behind along with the others.

To soon the assumption at the presence of their enemies proved to be true. With his enhanced vision he could easily make out the shapes of Al'shari, accompanied by two humans. Too many for them to quickly eliminate as a group, and from the way they lounged about on their seats made of broken stone, they likely weren't getting up anytime soon. That ruled out any possibility of separating them. The group snuck past them, though Kalim frequently shot glances back at them until they approached the main passage leading to the enemy camp. Leaving enemies behind bothered him. His shoulders stiffened, as if he was expecting a blow to strike him at any moment.

A short walk later, they finally stood at the collapsed floor. Kalim walked close to the edge of the hole and looked down. Roughly twenty feet below, he could see where the crumbled stone had landed on a rooftop, and beyond that, the rest of the camp was visible. He stepped aside to allow Hawkmouth to leap down, her golem body having no difficulty in taking the fall without damage. Sadly, he didn't have the same structural integrity. From here, he could see the camp, but if they needed to intervene, he wouldn't be able to quickly launch an assault. He'd need to head down and find a place to hide out. He was prepared for something like this, though.

He didn't have a chance to think further. A voice from behind elicited a loud curse as he spun. The patrol from earlier was positioned behind them. He immediately crouched, arms raised defensively in front of him, narrowing his eyes as the humans approached...and transformed.

Kalim gritted his teeth together so hard it felt like his jaw would snap. Werewolves. This was the first time he had seen ones with four eyes, though. A realization dawned on him, one that was based purely on assumptions, but given the circumstances, it seemed too likely to dismiss. The Na'hill were working with Balefire. The presence of the dead sheriffs above, what the city-state had to gain from stealing the weapon, and now creatures that felt most at home around the Gloomwood.

Hold on, Novi. This might get rough.

As Volare's wings folded back behind her, hopefully curtailing the enemy's inital attack, Kalim's hands snapped down and grabbed two of the metal spheres he carried, one from each side of his waist. "Close your eyes," he warned his companions. He didn't wait to see if they obeyed him. One he threw straight up, the other directly at the first of the advancing werecreatures. He muttered two words in quick succession.

The first sphere, the one thrown in the air, exploded with a burst of light and sound. For the briefest of seconds the tunnel was illuminated, then nothing but stark white and ringing ears. The second sphere cloaked itself in flame as it soared towards the werewolf's torso.

Moments after they triggered, Kalim's breathing slowed, and his squinting eyes suddenly widened and unfocused. It seemed he was unaffected by the burst; in fact, he no longer needed senses such as sight or hearing; the world around him was a battlefield, one he could make out with perfect clarity.

Drawing his siegeblade in a flash, the mercenary rushed the werewolf, closing the already short distance with remarkable speed. His left hand, palm outstretched, thrust like a viper at the creature's stomach. He aimed to activate the shocking mechanism built into his glove. The other hand stabbed his siegeblade forward towards the same location where he had thrown his fireball bomb. The speed of the stab almost matched the self-propulsion of the weapon as it's enchantments detected the attack.

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Death from above! (Kagiso)

Kagiso, you inform both parties - at least those that have metamana, of what you see. And as yet, no one noticed you, either. In fact, the werewolf back with the others didn't see you slip down which, as it turns out, is very fortuitous indeed.

You aim is impeccable, of course. You shoot, and for the first half dozen shots, every single bolt strikes home, clean headshots that bring at most am uffled grunt before the Al'shari you strike drops dead as a stone. It is not something that can last overlong, though; sooner or later the enemy will see that their numbers are thinning out. You've managed to take down a third of them before they notice, and manage to catch another two as the remaining ten that you can see take shelter from your bolts, growling in a thick tongue that you do not understand as they seek cover.

Something crashes from above, back the way you dropped down just minutes before. There is no time to worry about that now, though, because even as your enemy take shelter, held down by your fire...others come out of the buildings below. Most are Al'shari, but some of them do not easily fit into a category just by visual identity alone. One, a creature that looks to be all skin and bones with leathery wings and overlarge, piercing eyes, immediately looks up at you. A feeling of mortal dread rolls around you. It is very much unnatural and easily identified for what it is: some kind of manifestation of predator-prey reaction, given raw force. The creature, still looking at you, screeches and eerie wail. Something was doomed to die but, as you have already been killing saurians with ease, it is a prophecy that is easy to fulfill.

As the thing takes wing, heading straight for yiu and flexing razor sharp claws on the ends of limbs that seem utterly insignificant, that wail slams into your mind, threatening to destroy any semblence of concentration required to shoot or, even, flee. Behind it, a group of six of the Al'shari that you ahd suppressed a moment before leap out of their hiding place and began to sprint towards you with that terrifying reptillian speed, murder in their eyes.

What do you do?

Huff, and puff, and blow this house down! (Volare, Kalim, Tyrist, Zilyana)

The pair of beasts recoil as you slam them with the power of your wind magic, Volare, which strikes hard enough to force clawed feet to grate as they slide backwards. The burst of wind is not strong enough to topple them, though the Al'shari that have come up behind them are bowled over like pins. The werewolf that had not been doing the speaking before smirked, and opened its mouth to make some nasty comment, no doubt.

Light flashed, and sound deafened. Fire came next, and the primary target was englufed in flames. Both beasts stepped back, dazed, and then Kalim leaped into the breach, even as Zilyana darted past and the smell of burning hair filled the small space. Without a royal to guard, she had far fewer things to worry about other than the sanctity of their mission and the well being of the participants. The elfin woman was a beast unleashed, darting past the werewolf and going straight for the chattel at the back of the party, that great weapon of hers out.

Kalim, your assault comes as a complete surprise to the werewolves. You strike a foe that puts up no resistance, at least at first. The blow to the belly makes the beast fold over in shock, although not much more than a grunt escapes it; it is already aflame, of course. The siegeblade strikes home, punching through unarmored flesh easily, blood spurting from the wound as the force of the strike makes the beast fall backwards in a heap.

"Watch it, comrade!" The warning comes from Tyrist, who steps in to deflect a blow that would likely have crushed your skull. The beast is using heavy bladed knives like the other was, and the sound of steel ringing is loud. The Dal'mar deftly deflects the overhanded blow into the stone floor, sending chips of stone and sparks flying. "Watch that one, too."

The werewolf you struck down is, incredibly, getting back up. The ames have already died, but even as you watch the burned flesh seems to writhe and crawl with the pulses of light there werewolf is giving off. The wound in its belly is healing too. In defiance of any kind of expectation, the beast charges you, Kalim, and though you have a bladed weapon to parry with, the frightful strength of that strike is enough to make you stumble back several steps, a faint and temporary numbing sensation in your fingers. The damned thing rushes again, seeking to catch you off balance-

-A burst of some kind of powerful force slams into it from behind. Bits and pieces of an unfortunate Al'shari pepper you and everyone else down the hallway; the werewolf is less lucky. Although all it gives is a grunt, it staggers forward and stumbles under that invisible hand of force, going on hands and knees for a moment. Its back is a bloody ruin, already healing.

"Take this!" Tyrist tosses you his great sword, Kalim. [You have been offered a Resonance weapon] I hope you know how to use it, because that beast is already back up, and the other one is rounding on Volare now. You hear about what is in the streets, but this fight is too intense to worry even a little bit about what is going on below.

What do you do?

Illumination via bowstring! (Mistalee, Ahkrum, Shirine, Throatslitter)

It turns out to be the right weapon for the job, even if none of you expected to meet a vampire down in the darkness. Mistalee's opening action catches the vampire completely off guard, and the first shaft sinks into the creatures chest. The smell of cooking flesh as it deals aggravated damage to the thing is sickening - like rancid bacon on a fire.

Ahkrum, your attacks prove effective, or at least they do at first. The wounds do not heal, but neither does the undead appear to notice them. All of its attention appears to be the arrows it is trying, with limited success, to dodge. No mere flies, indeed. The savagery of your attack forces the thing to grab you and throw you from its body, taking bits of flesh with you as your weapns tear through flesh, slowing your flight considerably. As quickly as the damned thing had appeared, it was back up the ldder it had come down. Or trying to, anyway.

Mistalee, an arrow of yours pierces its body and leave it transfixed for just a moment. It is that moment that the Al'shari steps forward and hurls one of his spears at the vampire, skewering it through the chest. The saurian doesn't even wait to see if that killed it before scrambling up the ladder, stepping on the wide-eyed face of the vampire as he did so. There may have been a look of supreme joy at having that opportunity.

"They are fighting above. Lets go, we can make use of this distraction." The lizard person vanished into the room above.

And the room above houses only one saurian, currently as dead as can be. Throatslitter and un it through the back of the head as he came up the ladder, and interesting trick given he had been climbing at the time. That worthy was already at the door that led onto the street. Kagiso had managed to thin them down some, and drawn their attention to boot...but there were still half a dozen o nthe streets, watching warily for anything out of the ordinary. The remainder of the estimated force remained unseen, likely protecting the hostages or trying to move them to a different location.

"Only a couple of buildings they can be in, and onyl a few moments to take advantage of the chaos." The saurian notes to two buildings across the street with gaping open doors, and a third down the way a bit. The hostages could be in any of these.

What do you do?

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This is exactly why she carried such a variety of arrows. One would never know when they could come in handy for a situation like this. The light arrows were the perfect weapon against this creature, and it was felled as quickly as it had appeared.

Throatslitter impaled the vampire and was up the latter quickly. As Mistalee moved forward she put another arrow straight into the creature's heart for good measure, before scrambling up after the lizard friend.

They needed to find where the hostages were and quickly. She extended her senses to see if the shadows could give her any clues of where creatures might be hiding and which building they wanted to investigate. She also separated her own shadow from her body and sent it to go scout out the farthest building from them.

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Ahkrum had grown too used to ambush tactics. Maybe it meant he could keep an eye out for them, but at the same time it would take so readjusting to remember more proper training. He was a trapper, an ambusher, he lurked in branches and launched himself from the trained back of his spider. He knew to work well with a Force, no matter how dysfunctional, but he had no idea just what these larger folks could actually handle. The enemies he had faced earlier had not responded too well to his strength, and for his allies he had genuinely been concerned if leaping off of a shoulder might dislocate it through sheer force, so instead he descended. He lunged at the enemy, attacked, even got some solid strikes in with his weapons, but everything about it felt off, not like there was something sinister lurking behind the battle, but like it was alien to him. It had been so long since he was in a real vertical battle, facing the foe head on, that to get the right angles seemed odd to him, like something went wrong because he was not striking when the enemy least expected it.

Difference in scale. That was also a new problem. Despite his attacks, the enemy managed to grab him and threw him. The Hagaan's arms jerked against the cords of his weapons, reducing his velocity as they made one final tear through the enemy's flesh, but he still had no real time or control to maneuver himself from colliding against the wall. Fortunately, he was tough for his size. He fell a short distance before managing to clumsily catch himself on the wall with his Spider's Boots. Once he stopped himself, he could reassess the battle.

Already finished. The enemy was very much dead. Not much of a trap if the web was broken easily and the spider killed by its prey. With the enemy dead and another arrow of light put into its body for good measure, they needed to be off from this distraction and return to their original mission. The others were larger, with longer legs and arms. They could ascend quicker with ease, but he needed to work to get up the ladder.

Ahkrum, putting all the effort he could in scaling the ladder, using his weapons every chance he got and his strength to launch him upwards, followed as quickly as he could. There was no time to wait for him, he could understand that, but he could still curse that pathetic excuse for a spider for throwing him away.

Things were darker above, unfortunate, but with enough fires burning to make sure that Ahkrum was not completely blind in this situation. They were faced with a dilemma of several buildings.

"Ahkrum not know. . . Closed door one? Open doors from guards?" He questioned, being unfamiliar with any tactics aligned with invasion. The Hagaan were mostly defensive fae, though brutal in how they applied that. If he could, he would prefer climbing back onto the shoulder of a companion, but if he needed to then he would just keep pressing as much speed as he could muster.

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The vampire seemingly disposed of Shirine followed Throatslitter up she unsheathed her Wakizashi as she wanted to be ready. She considered activating one of her higher abilities of lunar disciple, but decided against it as using the high powered abilities boosted creatures of the night... well assuming it would even work without moon or sun light coming from some where... she hadn't tried lunar totality underground before.

She thought on it and wasn't sure. "Hmm I don't think we can sneak by them all and inspect each building. Perhaps just use this chance to reduce the number watching us. I can maybe sneak up on a couple of them. I could probably take out at least one, maybe two if I take a pair close to each other. If our archer can take out a couple and Ahkrum could take out one and throat slitter another we might be able to take all out with a simultaneous strike. Others may be hiding, but at least we will take those out there and reduce the numbers and if luck is with us we may take out those guards without others noticing.

If everything else goes bad I will try to form a new distraction by attracting as many as I can to myself, so the rest of you can get by."


If there was no objections to the plan Shirine would pick one of the targets after they agreed how to strike each target. Using the best steal to sneak up and strike down her targets before they were spotted. She would even use her primal shifting to give herself a little bit off extra reach that would help her ambush, grapple or otherwise dispose of her target(s). Unarmed or with a blade all options were good. She also had her disruption gauntlets which were good to stun a target before it let out a yell of surprise.

If there was new information or objections brought up she would pause before moving out making sure they were all agreed on what they wanted to do. The decision had to be fast, but hopefully they had time to figure this out without screwing things up too much.

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Hard vibrations ran through each of his arms as his attacks struck home. The blow from the siegeblade would have been enough to fell most lesser creatures, but preconceptions and assumptions had no place in the stark clarity of his battle-focused mind. Kalim took a single step back, giving himself distance to launch another assault on the crumbled werewolf. He gave a dismissive glance to his side as the sound of rattling steel; the other werebeast had struck at him from the side, but the blow had been deflected by Tyrist. The mercenary turned his attention back to his initial target.

It was returning to it's feet, but more shocking was the rate at which it's injuries were healing. In moments, it would be like he hadn't even hit it at all. A flicker of doubt lanced through his thoughts, threatening to shatter his focus. It cost him, as he barely managed to deflect an attack from his risen foe. He staggered back a few steps, then gritted his teeth and stared down the werewolf, his mind a blank slate once again.

A powerful blow from behind knocked the thing down; the Dal'mar's doing it seemed. He sensed that an object was being thrown at him. Kalim quickly jammed the bloody shortsword into it's sheath and caught the much larger weapon with one hand. Regardless of it's weight or his own strength, it was still unwieldy. He brought his other hand over and gripped it's hilt tightly with both.

He bent his knees for an instant, precipitating a charge, before rushing forward, greatsword raised above his head. Again, the distance was closed almost immediately, and he swung the large blade much faster than it's size should have allowed. The edge flashed diagonally down towards the side of the werewolf's thick neck. The heavy swing left him infinitely more open than would have been the case with one of his own armaments, but he didn't take time to consider that as he struck.

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Volare covered that opening at once, darting around Kalim and thrusting Ivyn’s Ire at the monster from behind him. She unleashed a star from the blade in order to burn a hole in the werewolf’s flesh and fur, thereby hopefully making the strike that much deadlier. It might not hurt him the way Kalim’s strike hopefully had, but it would give the werewolf one more thing to focus on. It also ensured that the werewolf could not find purchase upon Kalim’s glaringly open defense. She darted back as soon as she had struck, seeking another hole in the defense of her companions to fill.

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They came like cockroaches, crawling from every little place they could have hidden. A larger, winged creature reared up from one of the buildings. It screamed. Kagiso was afflicted for a brief moment. But she was iron, unflinching and unbending. She snapped mundane bolts into the weapon and fired quickly, knowing the saurians would not be far behind if they were good climbers. Metal spheres rose from her shoulders. Lightning arced straight into the oncoming beasty.

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n the Sky (Volare, Kalim, Tyrist Zilyana)[/b][/big]

You snatch the heavy weapon that is thrown to you as the Dal'mar plies his lighter weapon, Kalim. In taking it into your hand, you understand the limitations and strengths of this weapon almost instantly, by instinct or martial training. None of it matters, though; all of this is below the surface of thought. Your enemy is before you, and you rush to deliver a mighty blow.

There werewolf sees the strike coming, and knows that it cannot effectively parry it with his own lighter weapons. That doesn't matter to the beast, though. You have already struck it with what would be a mortal blow to almost any other creature. But not to it; the blood coursing through its veins offer powerful regenerative abilities. It knows this, and knows it need not parry the attack at all, that it only needs to deflect it from a truly mortal blow. It doesn't even try to parry, simply sliding away. That heavy blade slams into its shoulder from the left, carving a path of bloody ruin through that side of the body. It doesn't strike anything mortal, or at least not mortal to it. With a howl of pain it goes down, blood splattering everywhere.

But its wounds do not heal as quickly as they should. The damage is already mending, but at easily half the pace of before, and something gleams in its eyes: fear.

Volare, you slide away as the second werewolf comes in for the kill, managing to somehow avoid getting cut down in the process. Driving your own weapon into the striken beast, you are just in the process of withdrawing your sword when Tyrist flashes past, the shorter and lighter weapon in his hand. Steel flashes, and suddenly the beast, only half recovered from its wound, lays still as its head rolls away.

"Damned werewolves," Tyrist growls as he spins to face the other beast. Zilyana has cleaned up the last of the Al'shari, although one arm hangs useless at her side. It was, all in all, an even trade. She gestured with the light sword in her hand at the other werewolf.

"Don't let him get away!" Her words are emotionless and, blood dripping from the dangling arm, she gives chase. Tyrist runs after the damned thing too, but it drops through the hole and onto a roof below, speaking into a metamana as it goes. "Pull back. Our job is done, pull back." it snarls in Bridgetongue as it drops over the edge of the roof.

Tyrist and Zilyana follow after it. There are no enemies here, now, but you have reports of what is going on below, those of you with metamana. There is no point in trying to be overly stealthy; the battle has been joined. What do you do?

Iron to Bind (Kagiso)

The Banshee was never a match for you, Kagiso. Its primary weapon was its wail, used to paralyze its victims with terror before moving in to tear them to pieces. Oh, if your will had been any less than iron, that insidious thread of terror and despair would have wormed its way inside, and eaten you from the inside out. The creature is far, far stronger than you...at least in terms of raw strength.

It is, unfortunately for it, little more than a leathery paper doll in the face of your onslaught. Its overlarge eyes widen in surprise as you fail to fall victim to itssignature attack, and that surprise lasts only as long as it takes for the first bolt to slam home, let alone the electricity you launch into it. It falls out of the air in an almost graceful arc, trailing smoke and dark, poisonous blood behind it. Where ever that blood struck, stone smoke as if on fire, and boiled away,.

A thrown spear slams into your position, but it is only one spear. Before you can shift your attention to find the offending spear thrower, though, you note that the enemies that had been ascending to your position with n economical efficienciy are now leaping back down. The foes in the street stand their ground for the moment, but you can see many of the Al'shari fleeing. In a rather orderly manner. A werewolf passes your line of sight, moving with an eerie, unnatural speed...but not towards any of your allies. Away.

Something else seems to be happening below, now.

The Empty Streets (Everyone)

Throatslitter was about to make a comment on your plan, Shirine, when the first of the watchers on the street fell back. In silence, you watch as the rest of them leave, always in an orderly manner and watching warily for pursuit. A muttered oath in his own coarse language at the werewolf fleeing , and then silence.

"I don't think we'll need a plan to deal with them now. I do not understand why they have left, though. We need to find the hostages quickly, though, before they decide to come back with reinforcements." The Al'shari did not sound very confident, though. The lack of understanding was clearly eating at his mind.

The saurian stepped into the street warily, but whatever senses the Cunein lizard used to keep his scaly hide in one piece must not have sensed anything. He motioned for everyone else to follow, even as Tyrist and Zilyana dropped o street level. Zilyana still had blood oozing from the armor of her arm and, with no enemy present to fight, Tyrist stepped up alongside her and laid a hand on that wounded shoulder. The steel had been pierces, and faint light could be seen through the wound channel, hued red from blood.

"A moment, Zil," he said, and then the armor on her arm glowed as he muttered something in nonsense syllables. The flow of blood slowed, and then stopped.

That done, you quickly search the buildings. There is more evidence of ancient technology being brought out of the ground and worked on, but these are not a primary interest right now. In the second building you search, you find both of the captives, bound hand and foot and gagged. They do not appear to have been abused and, judging by the lack of injury caused by their binding, they have not been in such a state very long. Both of them look at you with wide eyes, eyes darting to the door where their captors had gone. The woman is shaking her head in negation, no, tears leaking from her eyes as you cut the bindings that hold them.

Almost as soon as the gag comes out of the mans mouth, he shouts at all of you. "No! No! You shouldn't be here!" His voice is frantic, more frantic than you would exepct on being rescued. "This is a trap! All of it is a trap!"

Tyrist and Zilyana straighten immediately and draw weapons, heading for the doors, but the man shouts them down. "Not that kind of trap. You have been deceived. We're all being deceived!" The two Dal'mar look to one another, and then to Throatslitter. The saurian simply shrugs, clearly as clueless as they are.

"You have been drawn away from what you should be concerned with," the man says. After a long moment, the woman finally stops sobbing and speaks in a choked voice.

"The city! Its really going to happen! You have to stop them!"




"The weapon was never ours."

The words are spoken by the male technician, who goes by the name of Warde. His narrow features are drawn with worry and the seeming hopelessness of it all. You are all in the same camp where you found these hostages; the enemy has not returned. And wouldn't as the hostage Warde had informed you already.

"The weapon belonged to the ancient civilization that you see the remnants of all around us. I am no historian, and have no knowledge of the people that once lived here. They were not Al'shari, though they might be their distant ancestors."

Throatslitter is staring at the pair of them, shaking his head. The revelations already given were like blows to the gut, one after the other. They had been told that the weapon was 'discovered' by the Kingdom of Norwood; in truth, the technology had been introduced through an outside source. And that outside source had been Balefire and the Na'hill who, as it turned out, were allies of a sort to the dark city state that even now encroached the borders of Norwood.

"I don't understand how they could do it," Tyrist said at long last.

"Agents within the government, in high places. Thats what they said - they had people in place to make this go down. They never said who. They never even said who it was that had brought the tech into this thing, and I know little enough about the weapon itself. They only showed it to me to make sure it was still functional after whatever happened. I couldn't give them a definate answer; I had never seen anything like it before." This was the woman, by the name of Misrey. "They were more interested in some of the things they were unearthing down here; that is what we worked on for them. There is some...terrifying devices down here."

"Its no wonder this place is dead." said Warde, shaking his head.

"So, let me get this straight," Tyrist said in a gruff voice. "Balefire planted this weapon into a program unrelated to it, presumably by inserting technicians of their own onto the team of a supposedly top secret project," he paused, and look at them. "...and hey have help from some high placed person in the capitol itself. And they actually planned for the prince - and for us - coming down here."

The pair of technicians nodded.

"To what end, though?" Throatslitter growled.

"Something to do with the city itself. They wouldn't say much more than that around use." And that made sense, of course. "I am sorry we do not have more information than that. They only captured us to help them understand some pieces of arcanotech they found recently. They didn't have time, they said, to sneak their own into Norwood before....whatever it is they plan on doing."

"I am sure we can guess." Zilyana does not sound pleased in the slightest.

"What about all of you? Do you have any questions of these people? There is still those Na'hill squirreled away in the back tunnels, and the Cellar itself-"

A faint crackle on the saurian's metamana was just auidible. The Al'shari looked even more displ;eased. "Well, the Cellar anyway. And now, apparently, the city. The Na'hill have managed to escape our sentries posted to keep them in." The Al'shari rubbed its chin, and shook its head. "Things move too quickly. We need to decide what to do; go to the city and stop something we know nothing of, or go to the Cellar and see what we can dig up. Or look at this tech these two are talking about. Whatever it is, we must do it quickly."

What do you do?

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The next ST post will be Thursday, May 4th, at 12:00 NOON. This round is longer due to the fact that I go straight from work to bed, and then work again at1 AM Thursday.

Please feel free to use the OOC Discussion to ask the NPCs any questions you may have and interact with each other.

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Shirine was surprised as the enemy retreated. Soon they were together again listening to yet a new story. What the heck this was political bullshit at it's best. Who would be so foul to sell out their own people... they couldn't be called an elf anymore in her opinion. Sigh that research may have actually been close to something actually useful than destructive... still was it worth it to try the cellar... Sigh this was getting complicated ... well she had enough of the complicated shit.

"I am of the opinion we are on a deadline now that we can't see. I am not sure we have time to investigate this technology... though perhaps we have enough time to at least get these scientist back to a safer area... or maybe a one or two of us can escort them back and learn what they know while the rest of us pursue the enemy.

Regardless I vote to just pursue the enemy as the primary goal. I can track those who left with that equipment and find the path they took. We should pursue them and just take them down as well as we can. Foil their plans. It maybe a simple plan, but planing doesn't seem to be working too well, so simple may be best."


Shirine felt that it might be time to kill as many as they could and wreck shit up. Sigh she really was wishing she had her full company, but they were probably still a couple days out hmm... maybe she should call down the ones she had... out there already. She decided it might be fore the best.

"Oh also Throatsilter if you are in contact with your people could you have a few of your people go up to the bandit camp. I have some men up there a little under twenty warriors and about eighty more coming in a day or two. I can of course give you the information to contact them peacefully. I think with all this stuff going even getting the first group to join your people could help in this fight. If it takes long enough for my full group to join us it will add a good bit of firepower for whatever we need to do down here."

Shirine was confident in her men being decently skilled. Not specialist like this group, but they were battle hardened and had fought in the dwarves deep roads. If nothing else a few extra blades guarding their backs might help down here. She swore to herself that she would trust her instincts in the future. She had hesitated to bring her men and that had been a mistake on many levels. Only because it was the government that she had at least trust a little bit, but her trust was misplaced. It seemed at least some were no better than short sighted humans who lived brief lives. She hated politics so much.... Sigh.... she was sighing a lot... sigh....
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Tangled in the web. All along, thinking they were free to follow their path, that the worst of the spiders were behind them, and yet the whole time they had just been caught deeper than they understood in crystal clear thread. Clever and sinister, and it made Ahkrum's heart sink.

Ahkrum was not a thinker, he was a doer. He put his effort into fighting, into acting without deep thought, to following orders. Even he could put together the pieces from what was said, and what it could mean for the surface. If there was somebody at the higher levels of the elven society acting as a betrayer, then what of his very simple request? His part in all of this was selfish, to get reinforcements for Ivah'galagaj simply so that he would not feel obligated to return to aid them against the pixies who would surely take advantage of the destruction. If that was not secure.

"How high!?" Ahkrum shouted in a newfound panic, an angry sound as every muscle in his little body tensed and his Common speech started breaking, his mind simply not caring about getting close to proper sentence structure, "Ivah'galagaj for help here Ahkrum! Ivah'galagaj for help elves send elves-- for help elves say send elves! High traitor! High traitor! Ivah'galagaj need safe! Ivah'galagaj need safe for safe Ahkrum! Ivah'galagaj need safe for Ahkrum! Ivah'galagaj for help safe need elves! For need know Ahkrum!"

This information stirred up every single doubt he had held about leaving. He had barely been gone from the place he was born and raised for a month and this was all happening. He thought that maybe it would not be so bad if he could get the help of the elves, but the very idea that it might be subverted by some bastard pulling strings set him ablaze with fury. They needed to go, but his legs were too short, and his spider too far. He would need them to ultimately find out what was happening, whether he liked it or not.
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