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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Aug 12, 2020 12:47:14 GMT
Juliette sighed in exasperation, eager to eviscerate these blade demons. But of course her flesh prison would be grateful for whatever Ceutinde had set aside. “We will do as you say, healer,” she said as if deciding for the entire group. She was almost courteous when she spoke, but of course her words still had that sharp edge to them.
She found a particularly grassy spot and then laid on her stomach, and, drawing the dagger, began to play the knife game with Justine’s fingers while humming her little song.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 12, 2020 15:25:15 GMT
Herneiros nodded. "Definitely before we are loaded down with so much ancient treasure. What we need are eyes below the bridge..." He scratched his beard before declaring, "This will but take me a moment." Herneiros then walked a few feet away to the edge and prepared himself for the task. He selected an arrow, kissed it with a spell on his lips, nocked it back and drew it while aiming it carefully before finally firing it at a spot below the bridge. The arrow flew a hundred fifty meters before stopping about three feet above the water’s turquoise surface. Herneiros could see the entire underside of the smooth bridge. The blade demons sat at the extreme end of the bridge, clinging to the underside. They are quite large but appear to be in some sort of torpor. As he studies the scene and the others prepare to rest, another earthquake strikes, this one stronger than before. One of the mountain tops collapsed in the distance behind the temple in the area not obscured by Mist and the placid lake roils with the violent movements.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Aug 12, 2020 16:12:12 GMT
When his spirit returned intact to Herneiros, he announced, "Found them. Hanging from the far end of the bridge. They seem to be sleeping at the mom-"
Herneiros swore in Elven at the quake. "I hope this vault came with instructions to it!!"
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Aug 12, 2020 16:15:51 GMT
Juliette merely paused her game and rolled over onto her back. “Do you think the second quake might have woken them up? If they did, I have a little present for them sooner rather than later.” She smiled, looking rather predatory. It didnt quite reach her eyes.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Aug 12, 2020 16:46:55 GMT
"If the first one didn't, I doubt it. Didn't the Professor say they slept all the way back to Innuria?"
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Aug 12, 2020 17:56:26 GMT
Silvia lounged on the grass, perking up only when Herneiros spoke up. She had been indulging herself with thoughts of their next 'encounter,' which she had decided would be a fitting way to celebrate a successful completion of the mission. Recalled to the mission, she grinned and sat up.
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Aug 12, 2020 18:15:13 GMT
Thalia looked at the ground as if she remembered something, “we shouldn’t linger too long, I believe the sudden appearance of the tectonic activity that has occurred is not the presence of new magic, but the removal of protecting magic, the stability of the island has likely been compromised, which is what is causing the shaking to increase in regularity,” she said, looking around, “I’m short the structural integrity of the island is break apart... thought you ought to know,”
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Aug 12, 2020 18:20:25 GMT
Done with the sling, Kjell produced a bottle of whiskey from her backpack and took a swig.
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Aug 12, 2020 18:25:31 GMT
“Then we should get going, with whatever we are going to be doing.” Tehol says simply. “I don’t plan on swimming back to the ship through the wreckage of the island.”
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Aug 12, 2020 19:03:46 GMT
“Well let’s get going.” Juliette leapt to her feet in a smooth, somewhat acrobatic motion. She retrieved her scalpel from somewhere on her person. “I’m ready to taste blade demon blood.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Aug 12, 2020 21:06:41 GMT
Herneiros called a (hopefully) short meeting. "The path is narrow, so we must tread carefully. I will lead the way, as I know where they are and will know where to cast my spells. I will attempt to hold the path while others reach the other side of the bridge, where they can fire on them as a group and perhaps lure the beasts to ground where melee is not such a terrible idea. I would ask that everyone move swiftly and with grace. If I die horribly, please tell my heart's father I died doing something heroic and there were many white doves mourning my noble passing, and I was not screaming like baby at Imperial carnivale."
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Aug 12, 2020 21:12:48 GMT
Silvia strode up to Herneiros and put a hand on his arm as she smiled at him.
"Of course we'll do that if need be. Just remember, you'd have one true mourner. But you're not going to die."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Aug 12, 2020 21:13:31 GMT
Juliette rolled her eyes. “I doubt you’ll die. Ceutinde won’t let you. Let’s just go.”
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Aug 12, 2020 21:14:37 GMT
During the rest, Nigel busied himself attaching the magic shield they had found to one side of the cannon's cart and his usual shield to the other side, before loading the artillery with grapeshot.
"We lead with with Little Nigel and give those demons a face full of grape shot if they crawl up," he explained, not having survived this long without some modicum of caution. "We're exposed but the cart, cannon, and attached shields should give us a modicum of cover. Sharpshooters on either side of the cannon, healer and mages in the center, Tehol in the rear with your beast in case they flank from behind."
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Aug 12, 2020 21:23:41 GMT
About halfway through Nigel’s oration, Kjell, looking for a new place for her ammo pouch now that her belt was gone, tested one of her pockets and pulled out squished remains of a hermit crab. “What the... fuck?” she muttered, staring at it for a moment before tossing it aside and proceeding to clean out the pocket, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
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