((The following several posts are from the Rescue of the baker & the thief, live rp by the players of Anya, Julien Tenfeather, Ssaliist, Kruger, Pawn of Fate, Antonio, Bjorn Andrews, Gemethyst, Andu Kirost, Teslim, & Desert Sons, conducted Friday, Feb 17th, 2012))
Andu nodded, then patted his engine. "Andu get all to Docks faster than feet. Andu not do ranged." He patted his two axes and then the warmaul:: "Have key if one needed."
Kruger turned at being addressed by Ella, he seemed to remember something about her last evening involving fire, and a rather upset Scath priestess. That was their problem not his. He was here because there was a need for men, and he thought he might just qualify. "I am not usually one for projectile weapons either, Heaven and Hell come with me, though." Calloused hands move to the two light warhammers at his belt, the carvings of angels and demons barely visible in the dark light.
When the witch seemed disinterested in the map he'd formed through intensive questioning of the area's lesser denizens, such as the street kids and those who dwelt there, Ssaliist instead offered it to Julien or Bjorn. One taloned finger pointed to the marked area, "The city's lost will not go here. Traps, ambushes. They are here." The area marked on the map was roughly two or three blocks in size and located south and west of the tavern.
Julien looked at the map and nodded, eyes traveling over its surface before he looked to Ella. The bite on his arm was still prominent and angry, and a useful tool in this search. "I feel Anya. She is not dead." Beyond that, he did not know. He held one of the arrowheads Anya had left in his palm, the stone calling out for its brothers. "This way." Off on the path toward where the capture had occurred. There was no visible path, but the Native followed one still, his quiver creaking against his back as he took the lead.
The Lion man followed the others after Ella's verbal cautions to some of the group. "Nobody else needs to be careful" No 'thank you, Bjorn, for putting up with public blood rituals and crazy shit and a gross lack of cooperation for the sake of the greater good'?" Comical disbelief, but he seemed to be headed in whichever way the group was anyway, and as that group expanded to fill with people he hadn't been very acquainted with this far, the possibility of a public bleeding flattened his mouth out in disapproval. "Ella's right, though. If you see an oily black substance, steer clear - that shit's no damn joke, and neither is the cure. Count me in with those two, but somebody hooked me up with some grenades so I'll have those until they run out." He listened to the warning of traps, and if Julien didn't take the map, he did in order to scan it - but if it ended up in his hands, he'd pass it back to Kruger or Andu so they had the opportunity for a good look as well.
Ssaliist considered what he heard. "It is unfortunate I did not have a sample of this poison of theirs." The serpent lapsed almost chatty, "I might have developed a counter-agent."
Right, no "thank you? for a certain Lion. She stepped up behind Julien and put her hand upon his shoulder. "Feel her, she'll call to you. Hear her." Confident everyone was there, she breathed out and removed her hand from Julien. "Trust yourself." She's done all she can do at this point until the veil burns.
Andu locks up the train and climbs down, then lumbers after everyone else, axes stuffed in his belt and warmaul over one shoulder. His belt also holds a large thermos and a mug.
Docks district explained another reason why they were sending him, she would be long gone by this time, but he still needed to be sure. Kruger followed after Julien, with a determined set to his jaw, the branded wolf on his left cheek moved as he clenched his teeth. It almost seemed to be looking at the people in front of him. He stepped to the side of Andu, and spread further to the left flank of the group, ears listening for any noises not associated with their passing. He had no problems with rear guard, but the angles of attack in a city made the position difficult in the best light.
Ssaliist watched for a few seconds before he was in motion himself, keeping pace easily enough without legs, slithering back and forth as he followed the others. His forked tongue flickered into the air frequently to sample the air, while his cobra-like hood splayed to it's full width.
Julien heard what was going on about him, but he was focused on his task. It started at the bite on his arm as they moved, a heat that grew as they moved in the right direction. The feel of it kept them in a relatively straight line to the southwest. The going was well paced but he did not hurry, lest he be thrown off track. Finally they came to a stop, near the docks, an area alive with shadows and the remembrance of blood. He moved a few steps further, and crouched, his hand moving to touch the ground. Nothing was there, but he looked to those assembled. "The arrowheads were here. This is where it happened."
Bjorn took middle for the time being, perhaps with Ssaliist - easier to get to the front or rear of the line, depending on where the trouble sprang up. "I figure introductions couldn't hurt if we're all about to kill some bad guys together. Nobody's a vampire, right' ...right?" But he went quiet as they came upon some evidence, lion-like eyes ticking upward to check for threats that might come from above.
The area where Julien knelt is coated in blood. It's all over the walls of the alley, the cobbles beneath their feet, all is littered with splashes of blood. There are bodies, as well, those of the shadows that had been guarding Gem lay about as they had been left. The desert man who had died from Gem's two daggers in the eyes lay sprawled on the ground, the daggers...and his eyeballs...gone now. Rats crawled over bodies and chittered in annoyance at the gathered, not wanting their meal interrupted. Beyond this point, there was no further track, no trail on the city alleys or streets to follow, as the party of desert men had used magic to leave this spot and appear in their stronghold. However, Julien does feel the tug, still, and there is the witch's spell about to go off as sunset arrives. The sun is sinking, it is only a mere crescent of light to be seen, and the alleys are now getting dark. It's hard to see black smoke and blood, as well as traps in the dark, unless one has some special talent there.
That serpent's head tilted slightly to bring two eyes to bear on Bjorn, the other two constantly sweeping the buildings on either side. "I am Ssaliist." When he arrived at the place where Julien stopped, the serpent's tongue flickered rapidly several times, cobra-head dipping to the ground for a while. It was difficult to separate all the different scents, but he finally found two distinctly female scents. "I have their scents now. Can you still track them?" This last spoken to Julien.
Ella fell back and kept watch, watching the trail of the sun. "Soon." Murmuring. "I think they know we're coming."
A nod to Ssaliist then. "I can." Anya was helping him.
Andu adjusts the crown encircling one horn and gazes around, watching for ambushes.
Kruger's head shake to Bjorn indicated that no he was no vampire. As the party stopped he turned and checked the path they had used to get here, nightvision was a thing that took at least twenty minutes to achieve, so he fooled his sense of vision by closing one eye against the setting sun, an old technique used against sudden flashes on a battlefield. At last he says to Bjorn, "Names Kruger" a nod was offered, but considering the mission, he offered no hand to the man.
If Bjorn had an ability to sense traps, he didn't use it and didn't spend too long checking out the corpses; he saw better in the darkness than most humans, but it wasn't a perfect or crystal-clear science by any means. Single-minded in his focus, he nodded once toward Ssalist in recognition as well as the two in the rear if they threw out their names. Around this time, he did unlatch the filtering mask picked up from the warehouse to pull it over his head. "How much further?"
There were suddenly sparks lighting the darkening sky ahead of them, towards the southwest. Flickers and ropes of flame lifted and spiraled in the air, like a serpent sliding over the air, eating away at a domed-shape area over some building or other that could not yet be seen. As the people gathered and spoke to each other, there might be noted that black, oily smoke upon some areas of the walls, and upon the bodies of the eight fallen shadow men. Acrid and ill-smelling, it vied with the smell of decay in a different way, an unhealthy way that was intrinsically more frightening. The tug on Julien increased like a warm flame cupped in his palm. The snakeman, Ssaliist, had done a very clever thing in his efforts, finding that area of abnormal activity, and both Julien's tug and the fiery tail-twisting sparks were all in the same direction that Ssaliist had deduced.
Not seeing anything that isn't readily visible to normal vision, the minotaur just keeps watch. "Me Andu Kirost. Engineer, retired Adventurer.
After the light-show, the serpent turned towards Ella, "Your work?"
The witch's murmurs of the bad guys knowing they were coming had him shaking his head. Why did he keep getting himself involved in ambush's and situations where surprise was always against him' Just once he wanted to be the surpriser...not the surprisee. He gave a strange look to the mask Bjorn was putting over his head, he was reminded of a preying mantis. Of course they tended to eat anything that didn't eat them first...was that something he needed to worry over with the masked man' Hell breaking loose stirred him from those thoughts, and the hammers came to practiced hands with the smallest of movments.
Ella watched as it went up in flames. "Now, yes." She shook her head and not waiting for the others. The veil was going split open and spill out whatever was there. She was going to be there. The witch ran like a bat out of hell. No trains to choochoo, only her feet to get what should have never been taken. The Deliverer was going to pay. She ran toward the fire, if they wanted to follow they could. She's not waiting. She'd warned them the best she could. Now it was time for war.
Julien stood up sharply as the fire seared across the canvas of the night sky. The warmth that had originated at the bite suddenly burned, spread and seemed to start enveloping his arm....almost. When Ella took off, he was right behind, sparing no words. The others would recognize what was happening, he had faith. There was no time to waste.
A long-fingered hand adjusted the filtering mask over Bjorn's face meticulously, and it muffled everything he said from this point onward - didn't know, of course, if it'd combat the black smoke but he'd try anything to avoid another incident like the one of a couple days back. He'd been watching the show in the sky until Gabriella and Julien took off, and thereafter, was running in pursuit after them; not pushing himself, per se, just enough to keep up unless a trap sidelined him.
Seeing Ella run, Andu pulls out his great axes, each seeming like hand axes in his huge hands, and charges after Ella, letting his extra long legs keep pace and not pass yet, but ready with that extra kick, his place has always been as the lead ambush buster and trap finder. His eyes scanned ahead, watching for forms hiding behind the walls and detrius of the passage.
The witch ran headlong between the corners of two walls that led into a small courtyard, which lay before a building. As she ran between the two edges, a trap was set off. The same black, sparkling sticky web substance that had wrapped itself about Gem and shocked her body into immobility was even now attempting, with a very strong likelihood of succeeding, to wrap around the witch and do the same thing to her. If it grabbed her, it would shock her silly. The sight that met the eyes of the valiant troupe of would-be heroes was that of a wide area strewn with rotting things, rubble, and a building ahead, over which the fireworks were still shooting as the magical web of hiding was dissolved by the witch's spell. The building is ramshackle in appearance, built of stone with rotting timbers on the outside and lots of broken window panes. It looks to be a two story building, the roof of which has collapsed down into the upper floor in most places, giving the whole building the air of one that is about to fall down, should anyone so much as sneeze. Corpses of varying sorts, cats, dogs, and humans, litter the area and streets around the building, providing a nauseous smell that surely will scare off those with any sensitivity. Rubble and broken stone lay around as if the place had been through a hard shelling from enemy troops. The only obvious entry to the building is a pair of double doors set at the southwest corner. A shallow set of three steps lead to those doors. The wall is rounded to the right of the entry, before it joins the south wall in a point. There is a two story tower to the right of that curved section of wall, attached to the building, and its roof has not collapsed within itself, so it appears to be functional, if anyone would dare to live in such a place. From that tower above them, death came on silent wings.
It took but a second...two...three...then with a muted click, the smoke-filled sky filled with arrows as they went flying toward those racing through the tear in the veil with a chorus of hushed twangs. Blind, unquestioning fervor was a powerful and dangerous thing. It fueled wars, perpetrated atrocities, murdered, maimed, tortured, raped, desecrated...without prejudice, without conscience...without thought. And The Deliverer wielded his weapon with efficient, bloody effect. The alarm sounded once...sharp and shrill from the watch in the tower. In an instant, the still of the building erupted with activity.
Foolish witch, she felt the shock as it took her down. At least whatever was there would not get to everyone else. She crawled back after a few minutes of laying there spasming, the effects of the trap fading some..."GO...GO!" No one stop for her, get to them. She'd get herself out of this, some how.
If the serpent was capable of sighing, he would have as Julien and Ella took off running. With a sudden lunge, Ssaliist was in pursuit, showing amazing speed for something so big. That tongue kept sampling the air rapidly, alert for any scent out of place. His two upper arms also take the time to pull the two handguns from their holsters. He saw Ella spring that first trap, and twisted his last lunge to land behind the corner of one wall as the twangs of arrows were caught. "Incoming!"
Slaps his left chest and yells. "REBOOT", where stood a 10 foot minotaur, now stands a 40 foot angry Purple Gorilla, who steps over all those between him and the tower, letting the arrows hit where they will as he reaches up to pluck the archers from their roosts.
The witch told him to go on, Kruger was easily commanded on the battlefield, strike here go there. Point to the thing you want hit and he would hit it. Other times he had problems with authority, but never when lives mattered. He nodded as he passed by Ella, and shoulder blocked his way into the fight.
Julien pulled up short in time to avoid the webbing, but he wasn't quick enough to pull her back before it got her. Arrows thunked about, and although he ducked and rolled and came up near an outcropping to avoid a number, one still hit him in the left shoulder. A grunt of pain but he was standing before a few seconds and pulling it from his flesh. He looked even more determined, pulling his knife.
Anya heard fireworks going off and reached out for Gem. "They are coming. Hold on.." She couldn't touch the silver haired woman, but Anya started screaming at the top of her lungs. Leg broke, two broke ribs, naked and battered pretty bad. They'd racked her and Gem, but they hadn't said anything to their captors. Gave nothing away to the devils. "HERE.." Hoping they would hear the screams underground.
Bjorn had been prepared for just about anything — except the sight of a forty-foot purple gorilla, and so he toppled forward on a trip in shock (which saved him from a few arrows that would have pierced him otherwise) in the alley with a mask-muffled, "What the fxxk"!" Good thing Andu was on their side! He didn't stay on the ground but for a second, a second and a half with the threat at hand, and grabbed the lid off a garbage can to use as a shield on his way out of the alley, leaping up and over the prone witch to hit the courtyard with the others. His leathers were thick, and he was quite fast, but it was possible that he caught some flesh wounds on his way to that big gorilla. Big gorilla, big coverage and he dropped his improvised shield to grab one of six grenades out, peering around the edge of a furry violet leg. "Don't step on me, man!" He took a few moments to try and decide where the arrows were coming from before unpinning the weapon in his head to lob it high and over. If it was just one level and no more than thirty feet away, he had a chance of getting it close enough.
Gem was sitting in her iron maiden, dangled above the floor of the small stone room they were in. She knew they were deep underground. She could feel it. She knew this feeling. It was like heavy weights atop her, and she longed for the clean air and scent of trees and living things. Anya's words caused her eyes to open, mere slits in her beaten face, swollen and purple. Not a pretty sight this night, no. Her hands were hugely swollen from all the broken bones, nearly every bone in those delicate hands having been snapped. Both wrists were broken, too. Her hands lay at her sides on the bottom of the cage, her knees up under her chin. So many things hurt. She could not cry out, but the force of her thoughts was like a live thing.
The tower to the right of the door was the source of the arrows, that two storied part of the building still standing and apparently functional...and manned. As Grape Ape grabbed the unfortunate archers who gave their life in service to their Deliverer with gurgled moans, and they twitched in Andu's grasp, several hooded followers leapt down on the large purple gorilla, like a dark curtain with scimitars flashing to avenge their fallen compadres, before the grenade launched by the Lion man rocked their perch and the few remaining hooded minions fell out of the trees like strange birds, their deaths their penance for failure. A score and more loyal followers of The Deliverer had occupied the various rooms on the ground floor, chanting, watching, honing their weapons and prayers, in preparation for the glorious resurrection of The Redeemer. And now, with the same blind, fervent zeal, the hooded followers moved to glorify, protect and serve their Deliverer. More hooded zealots poured out of the building, like a black wave to engage the intruders, charging after Kruger and Julien; the fallen woman was not considered a threat.
Kruger's progress was interrupted briefly, as the wave caught up to him, a flash of dual circles blocked the first of the incoming strikes. He spun quickly as Julien caught up to keep his back cleared. "Oh fxxk!" simple words that conveyed many meanings. In this case it meant...how the hell many of these bastards are there" Blades nipped at his arms and torso but the light hammers worked in tandem, defend-attack-defend. There were too many enemies not to expect penetration of his defense...his name isn't Drizzt afterall.
The witch was down, but the old woman knew the desert tricks and she was there to heal the desert men, but she is a betrayer. In the shadows, she slid through and pulled the witch to the alley. Then she kicked her face for being stupid. "Dumb Gabriella. Dumb." But she would help the witch. Ella was crawling until Isabel pulled her and then kicked her in the face. She grunted and managed to get up. "We will meet again." Out of harms way for the now, they were going in. Now she was going to bleed them dry. Back tracking and she'd circle and finish the spell. They were gonna burn.
The sources of the those porcupine spine arrows irritating Andu's thick furry hide, he lifted and then slam dunked them into the courtyard ground, then slapped at the nasty, tiny men cutting on him, each open handed blow enough to break bone, crush skulls and smash rib cages. Those on the ground are not ignored, when one is seen far enough from his fellow attackers, that one is stomped to a messy goo.
One of the serpent's hands reached into a prepared satchel, pulling out a specific drug injector and brought it to his throat. He curled up behind the wall until the concoction took effect. His sense of time began speeding up, so that the world around him seemed to slow down to a crawl. His senses were at their sharpest, and he felt the surge of adrenalin fill his body with strength. Coiling himself tightly, the serpent launched out like a spring, aiming with twin handguns, while his other two hands pull two vials of blue-black powder. He could see the faces of the zealots in stark clarity as they poured out of that doorway and brought up the guns and pulled the trigger. A soft 'whiff' signaled the ejection of the two hypodermic needles, loaded with a powerful paralytic neurotoxin. Both vials are hurled with all the strength the serpent could muster towards the doorway. Inside was a powdered version of the same paralytic agent.
Julien had enough time to pick out the entrance to the building. His arm was infused with heat now, so close, so close to burning. They had to get inside. Had to. The tree. Roots go deep. Underground. The knife was thrust back into its holder and bow and arrow were pulled and knocked and it wasn't long before the Native was giving forth his own rain. He kept it up, and the distance, for as long as he could. The knife had its turn soon enough. They had to advance, Anya called- he felt her screams in his head.
She kept screaming because that's the only thing she could do. Eye swollen shut, but the poor elf, she had a child in her womb. Anya knew the pain of loss. She screamed until she couldn't anymore. She coughed blood and closed her eyes.
The thief's throat was very nearly swollen shut from all the screaming she had done, broken blood vessels from the extremes of sound she had made causing the ruptures. She did not dare to scream more lest her air be choked off. But oh, she burned inside for the rescuers, hoping, hoping, daring to hope. If they failed, she did not know if she could hold out.
"Motherfxxk!" Andu's leg left him exposed while he'd been working on unpinning the second grenade, and jerking that silver slip out in a hurry, he cast it off at a group that didn't seem too close to his allies. "I was using that leg, man!" The time had come to take a few arrows, if he didn't move fast or if the others weren't taking care of the above threat well enough by now. He really, really needed to become better acquainted with firearms. But currently, with four grenades left, he was pulling out the longsword strapped to his left hip with his right hand, the one on his back with the left. Time to get moving, and he'd run a fierce zigzag with intentions on reaching the building itself where a whole slew of men were pouring out. If the fates were kind, his filtering mask would give him away and he wouldn't be mistaken as one of the bad guys. Being stepped on seemed bad for one's health.
The hail of arrows coming from the tower had stopped, now, as the great ape had taken down those shooting, though he was still slapping some of that clinging horde off of himself while they shrieked and cursed at him. Their scimitars were trying to slice into the tough, hairy fur, though how deep they might go was uncertain. The flood of men pouring out numbered something like 20, and two were coming directly towards Bjorn, while five advanced towards Julien. Ssaliist had four coming at him, and the others were moving to attack the legs of the great ape. The arrows that Julien let fly and those darts of the snake man were having trouble getting through. A couple of each landed directly in the faces of the oncoming, cloaked and hooded men, taking down two of the five on Julien and one each of the others, leaving two on Bjorn and three on Ssaliist, now. Ella and the healer near her were ignored for now, as unworthy of the attention of warriors.