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Post by Trebias on Jan 24, 2011 21:34:43 GMT -5
Obadiah's lips drew back from his teeth in a snarl as Zeus drew his dagger. He didn't activate any of his abilities yet, but he'd be more than happy to.
He scented the air, not liking what he found there. His neck muscle prickled with that feeling that he got before an ambush sometimes. Coupled with the smell of dead and rot that wasn't the three of them. It just wasn't right. It was too quiet, like some pansy had gotten the civilians out before trying to take the Hellhounds.
He watched those little black whatsits with unease. He wasn't sure what they were. He wasn't sure he liked them. All he was sure on was that he would sting the everloving glory right out of them if they so much as twitched in his direction.
"What next, O Fearless and battle-hardened leader?" he asked, growl deepening his voice.
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Post by seraaches on Jan 27, 2011 12:52:11 GMT -5
Despite the fact that his attention was focused on the strange black things, a frown tugged on his lips at Obadiah's sarcasm. Still, his mind was moving in the same circles as the other Hellhound's; this was too much like an ambush and since they were the only ones here, it stood to reason that someone was after them.
So be it.
Of all his pack members, Obadiah was probably the one he most trusted in a fight, just not always at his back. He shifted his weight as he glanced back behind them, trying to ascertain if they were being surrounded, and something brushed against his leg. He glanced down, surprised to see the net hanging there.
"Well, my brainless minions," he said, a small smile beginning to form. "Let's see if we can catch ourselves some vermin." Maybe they could find a way to figure out who sent the things if they managed to catch some. He pulled the net from around his waist, shaking it out with one hand.
"Trott, see if you can herd some this way. Obadiah, watch our backs." Because these things really didn't look friendly. He stuck his dagger in his mouth, holding the blade between his teeth so he could reach it quickly if this plan went south, then gathered the other side of the net with his other hand. This should be a simple plan with simple execution. Heh. Maybe if Trott wasn't involved. . .
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Post by Kasatsu on Jan 27, 2011 22:42:07 GMT -5
Dusting himself off, in the processes of which he seemed to only get himself more dirty, he glanced over at the irate Shepherd.
"OH! That! Yes . . . Well I . . . uh I had it then uh . . . well . . . I lost it" He tried to explain.
Following like a dutiful fellow he plopped his butt down when Sargenty started to hound him on his new toy.
"I earned this." He replied looking offended and hurt at the same time. "And you can't play with it" He added for good touch. Though he did cringe away from the larger male just in case he, for some reason, decided to swing at him.
Having gotten distracted and a little bit behind - though not by much, after all he was not brave enough to face any of this on his own, he only caught the tail end of their conversation.
"Alright!" he called out before running forward to do goodness knows what.
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 28, 2011 19:32:59 GMT -5
(( The small, dark blots are zipping around with some fairly incredible speed; a heavy smell lingers in the air...ink?
They swish along, sticking to the walls and away from the light or direct line of sight...
Something down the far side of the alley is moving, something much bigger.
A man wander out of the alley and balks at them.
Huge, hulking, 8 of Clubs, and such a blend of creatures that it's impossible to tell quite what he is; the man stares at them.
"What'chu lot doin' out 'ere?"
Obviously a pure Lowlander, he doesn't seem offensive, simply confused.
"Ain't you been evacuated yet? Or..." He gives Zeus a good look.
"Oh...sorry, Sir. You on th' rescue party, then?"
His shoulders roll back and he relaxes into an easier mood, eyes following over the other two and giving them respectful nods.
"Good ter meet'cha. Name's Mirung, who're the lot of you, and are yeh free at the mo'? We got a bunch hurt up a few streets and we can't get 'em all through Cale's protal."
The blobs seem to be numerous, maybe 15 of them, and one seems to have a bit of a purple tinge to it...
What are they?)) ~Nathalia |
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Post by Trebias on Feb 4, 2011 16:14:40 GMT -5
Obadiah stepped forward, taking point, to draw attention away from Zeus in case they needed a big opening to the fight. "It'd be nice to know what you're talking about, Private," Obadiah said, his tone welcoming enough.
The blobs would make him dizzy if he were the sort to get dizzy over quick-moving little things. It was pretty annoying though. And he could just barely detect, over the smell of the rot on his neck, a sharp chemical smell. He rarely had use for scrolls and pens and such, so he didn't immediately recognize the smell as ink, though he thought he might have experienced the pungent aroma before.
"As a matter of fact, there, maybe you could tell me what in the name of Rot is going on out here," he said. "Something's not right. I don't like it," he said, shaking his head while warily keeping an eye on the newcomer.
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 6, 2011 15:27:08 GMT -5
((Mirung seems to relax a hair under someone with such confidence and extends a hand to the Shepherd.
"What's goin' on aroun' 'ere? Th' damn Josiggies are attacking, y'know? They been comin' n from everywhere an' we're evacuatin' the city, right?"
He grinned and gave the pair a half-bow, ignoring the odd-looking lolloper in the back with the green hair.
"We gots some people up near th' front from the Lowlands council board. They takin' everyone back t'the home Realm, iffin' y'want t' go."))
~Nathalia
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Post by seraaches on Feb 9, 2011 0:12:58 GMT -5
Zeus, unaware of Obadiah's reasoning, bristled at the sight of one of his underlings stepping up to try and take his authority. Why the bloody rot did he put up with this overbearing Club?
Still,, he was distracted from his task and, at least a bit, from his anger, by the new Lowlander's response. His fists clenched. He knew those Josiggies were up to something! That corpse-loving Queen Shinrai had probably done it. However, his ears went back at the last of the Card's speech. "Back to the Lowlands? Why the bloody rot would we want to go back to the Lowlands? We need to get our people out of there and take one of the other regions."
It suddenly occurred to him that he had no idea what Trott was doing and he glanced over to make sure the Club hadn't accidentally gotten himself killed.
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Post by Nathalia on Feb 9, 2011 17:16:13 GMT -5
(( Mirung gave the Queen a respectful nod and listened, head cocked to one side.
"We tried, yer Lordship, certn'ly, we did. None a 'th' other Realms were willin' t'host us, so we've built magical barriers an' we're gettin' everyone back in as quick as we can, Sir.
Tried the Range, so we did, but th' Josiggies started t'kill anyone harboring us. T'hey wern't too willin' t'have us'ns aroun' after that, Sir."
The Lowlander is obviously a lover of authority and he seems to be relaxing a bit now that he's around someone in command again.
"We'd 'ppreciate your help, yer Lordship, if you're of a mind t'be willin' t'give it."
Should Zeus accept, he will be led quickly down three streets and two alleys until they connect with this thread:
decadentsuits.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=outerbazaar&action=display&thread=7359&page=2
And his Hellhounds! Should he not, then continue onward.
Either way, those black blob shapes seem to be following along at an alarming rate, squirming just out of reach.))~Nathalia |
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