[Nexus] Outside XXIX

[Zefir]

[The Barracks]

Another person may fall out of the group of NPC mercenary. The man seems to wear no armor expect the leather gloves and shoes who look weird and some shoulder pads. On his back hang two rocket launcher and on the belts of them hang a few grenades.

"Zefir. Long to mid range explosives. Also close combat skills."

[Eadin]

Ocean of Sinbad

Eadin frowns at the green-haired girl. '' I'm afraid I couldn't bring them up too. They were dragging you down and I couldn't carry them. They sunk.''.
She flashes her fangs at the girl.''As for how I saved you... Lets just say I'm a good swimmer''

Sea

While her plotclone is out saving people, (other) Eadin is down at the reef exploring and gathering coral to make some jewelery later.

And then there was the net.
Looks like the good captain is going to find a surprise in his net.

[Mindfreak]

The Ocean of Sinbad
"Oh..."
She doesn't look all too happy about the fate of her stuff.
"So then where are we?"
She certainly hoped they were near a major continent of some sort!
((Morning :P))

[happyturtle]

Thessolonikan Walls

Sister, Gaius believes we need more guards at the geothermal vents. Felis sends.

But that's where Vulcan is strongest! How can we be vulnerable there?

Just relay the message.

I will, I just hate all of this. Uncle never should have rebelled.

It was the right thing! We deserve independence!

This is an old argument between Vita and Felis - and Vita has never shared her feelings about the foolishness of the rebellion to anyone but her brother.

There is a mental sigh from the sister. It hardly matters now. I will stand by Uncle and the city and you as well, fools that you all are. I won't let them take him.

They'll never get close to you. We'll stop the advance long before.

I pray you are right, Vita says.


[Thessaloniki - The War Room]

"Sir, Gaius believes that we need more guards on the geothermal vents," Vita reports to her uncle, as she completes the arrangements of figures on the board. She then lights a candle and places it at the back of the table. It isn't needed for light. It is there to represent Vulcan, and the place fire and forged weapons will have in the upcoming battle. Fire as danger.

She thinks of Vesta's more comforting fire, the hearth - baking, warmth, family. She had sought to become a Vestal Priestess, and spent a year as an acolyte, but when it came time to make the vows, she was refused. Her bond to her brother was too strong. Unless he also took the vow of chastity, she could not be considered chaste.

Felis had rarely refused her anything she asked of him, but to go into the priesthood was not a thing he would consider. And so she left the temple and returned to Thessoloniki, the abode of Vulcan, and had dedicated herself to making her Uncle's home as comfortable as possible. She worshipped Vulcan, and made sacrifices as duty and prudence required, but she maintained a tiny hearth shrine to Vesta, and carried with her always a small pouch of ashes.

Vesta, keep my family safe, she prayed, knowing her brother would hear her, and thus be a participatant in her prayer. "Vulcan, make the arms of our soldiers deadly, their armour impervious, their spirits fierce, their endeavours successful."

[Rebonack]

[Thessaloniki - Palace Gates]

Rebo is assuming this is where the boogy is. Is this where the boogy is? Or is it trying to pop in somewhere else? The post wasn't terribly clear. Rebo will need to know exactly what's going on before a coherant reply can be given.

[Thessaloniki - War Room]

Flavius Octavius furrows his brow at that report. "The vents...? That seems most unlikely."

The Governer turns his attention toward the high-priest who in turn shakes his head. "It is doubtful that The Legion could stage an attack at the greatest physical manifestation of our god's power. The vents are part of Vulcan's sacred furnace. After giving us such a clear sign it is inconceivable that such an attack could take place. No my lord, there is no wisdom in sending more troops to the temples."

Flavius seems to find that assessment agreeable. In fact, the better part of the court does. No, better to keep the troops at the walls. That is no doubt where The Legion will stage their attack. And no one has ever breached the walls of Thessaloniki!

[Thessaloniki - Racing Toward the Vents]

Gaius doesn't think twice, nor question the weirdness of the guy who just turned into an animal of some kind. He'll hop on and ride the shape-shifter, giving directions as he goes!

If anyone else feels inclined to come along then now would be a great time to join in! The ice elves will have a great view of them racing past!

[Thessaloniki - Barracks]

Zephir will be sent up to the wall along with pretty much everyone else. Why? Because that's where they're expecting the attack to come from after all!

[Legion Camp]

Wait...

Is that...

Could it be?

Over near the firing range!

Several of those continental breakfast carts! With fruits! And veggies! And danishes! And not to mention wine. Because how could a nation patterned off Rome drink anything other than wine? 's the sort that's only mildly alcoholic, of course. Drinks weren't nearly as concentrated.

A few soldiers and mercs are eating and chatting and telling stories. Others are taking their hand at the firing range. Others wrestling and practicing hand to hand combat (thankfully not in the buff).

There's a rather large crowd gathered around one fight in particular. A fight between a pair of pretty big cyborg wyvern looking things. One of the two is clearly more experienced than the other.

"Guuf...!" grunts LXXX as she lands face down in the dirt again with LXV's foot planted firmly on her back.

"Why can't you hit me?" the victor inquires, applying a bit more pressure as he does.

"Guuh! Because you're faster than I am," LXXX objects, flailing one arm around until LXV steps back. "I can't keep up with you."

"Hardly. You think you have limitations that you don't. You aren't some fragile animal or frightened child. You're the spear of The Legion. You react slowly because you still think you should react slowly. Let go of your limitations. Let go of your inhibitions. Let go of your doubts. Stop trying to hit me and hit me!"

[The Legion - C&C Tent]

"As a matter of fact we do," Centurian Legate replies as she pulls out another map of the buildings in question. "The Legion built most of modern parts of Thessaloniki. Including the barracks and the strategic ammo reserves. These ventilation shafts were specifically designed to allow infiltration on the off chance that they fell into the hands of forces unfriendly to The Legion."

She points at the shafts in question.

"You'll be outnumbered on this mission due to the importance of these caches to the rebels, so stealth will be vital to a successful op. And as such I believe I know the perfect Legion escort for your team," Legate makes a gesture toward a seemingly empty corner of the room.

The Seer probably won't be surprised when the cyborg Wyvern suddenly fills that location. Though the others might. Short of potent magical detection spotting her would have been... hard. Considering that light simply bent around her AA-composite armor and the thermally reactive coating had mimicked the heat image of her surroundings...

Though amusingly enough she looks somewhat surprised to be called on. Does her best not to show it, though.

"This is Wyvern Sixteen. She has ample experience in both infiltration and demolitions and will serve as your liaison for this mission," Legate explains.

The Wyvern opens her mouth to say something, only to be silenced with a raised hand. "I don't think you're going to be needed here as a body-guard. The Nexus mercenaries have all proven to be quite amiable thus far."

Sixteen nods in reply. "Yes, Centurion. As you order."

[happyturtle]

[Thessaloniki - War Room]

Both Uncle and the High Priest think an attack by the vents is unlikely, Vita tells her brother. Vulcan is too strong there.

Gaius seemed so sure... Vita can feel her brother's doubt, then his growing certainty. No, I'm needed on the walls. If there were three of us, I'd send the third to the vents, just in case.

If there were three of us, I'd have gone mad long ago and dragged you with me, Vita says. But her words have no sting. It may seem odd and even disturbing to others that she and her brother share all their thoughts, but to them it has always been that way. They don't know any other way to be, and wouldn't undo it if they could. Be careful out there, Brother.

As her communication with her brother goes from active to passive (it is always present in some form), Vita thinks over what she knows of the vents, and wonders if Gaius has had a true premonition, or simply a foolish fear.

GM exposition time!

[Hattish Thing]

[Path to Legion C&C Tent]

Marciao walks up the path to get to the tent and tries to walk in abruptly. Wel' 'Ello there...So, I 'eard tha' there was somethin' brewing 'ere an' tha' ya needed some mercenary assistance...Wel'. Me and me fren' are 'ere t' 'elp. So, which one 'o' you lot is the leada 'ere? Marciano looks around the tent at all the conversations he just interrupted with his random blurting of words that may or may not sound like gibberish to some people.

[Eadin]

The Ocean of Sinbad

Eadin shrugs. "The risks of fighting above water, I suppose."
Should be happy she's alive!
"Well, we're sort of close to Nexus..."
She looks around for a bit. Quite a swim.
"I could swim you there... It'll take a bit though."

[Mr. Moon]

Legion Camp - Firing Range

Allen's dirty face spreads to a grin as he spots the breakfast carts. This was more like it. Not enough jobs provided free food. A lot of them just demanded he buy his own food. Hell, some of his jobs back home didn't have any food at all! Living in a nuclear wasteland sucked.

As he approaches the food-laden carts, Allen wonders if he would be allowed to stay here. They could send him on all the suicide missions they wanted, so long as they kept up this 'free food' thing.

So focused is the gunslinger that he doesn't notice the unusual creatures wrestling until he has half a danish in his mouth. Not to say that he's surprised to see them. Even back home, mutants could be found here and there. What surprised Allen was the fact that they looked so similar. Their mutations were almost uniform - that never happened. At least, not as far as Allen had seen. He hangs back, watching them spar.

Fascinating.

Legion Camp - Unappreciated

Sammy watches the two halflings waddle off, unamused. The least they could do was thank him for his directions. Jeeze.
He sighs, looking around and wondering where Allen had gotten off to. This always happened. That dumb old man would wander off and leave Sammy alone somewhere he'd never been before. Well, whatever. Allen would come find him if he needed him. He hadn't abandoned Sammy yet. The boy adjusts his backpack, looks around again, and walks off to find somewhere shaded to sit down and read.


((Waiting for Earl of Purple to post before I post with the ice elves again.))

[Hattish Thing]

Nah. Marciano's too mean to thank him. He's probably better off without attracting his attention...Marciano's not the nicest of people. >.>

[Mindfreak]

The Ocean of Sinbad

Eadin shrugs. "The risks of fighting above water, I suppose."
Should be happy she's alive!
"Well, we're sort of close to Nexus..."
She looks around for a bit. Quite a swim.
"I could swim you there... It'll take a bit though."

The Ocean of Sinbad
The woman sighs.
"I guess so...though swimming might not be the best idea...do we have no other option?"

[TechnoScrabble]

Thessaloniki-Gate

RU1 strides up to the gate and waves to a guard, a bogey following him silently.
"May I deliver my message to the men of the Legion? I wish to let them know that any who attempt to harm my Patients will be removed from the situation-violently!"

Legion CC Tent

Jack gets a message from a bogey.
"Hmmm...are you planning an attack from the vents? Someone was worried about that, it seems."

[Earl of Purple]

Thessaloniki- Walls

"Narahar, not Nahir. I'm a cleric of the Lord of Invertebrates. I can heal, but personally I specialise in summoning and what's termed buffing- improving the abilities of myself and those around me. I'm pleased to meet you, Moon Called." Narahar bows slightly; it's stiff due to his armour and not as low as it could be (again, because of the armour).

[Zefir]

[Thessaloniki - Barracks -> Walls]

That was easy, but in such times people never ask many questions.

Zefir will go up for the walls searching for someone in charg or looking like he does.

"Hey. What's up? Do you have any more details about the enemys strength?"

[Eadin]

Ocean of Sinbad

"Hmmm, nah. we could make it." The hydriad stands up and stretches.
"Coming?" She asks as she wades back into the water.

[Mr. Moon]

Thessaloniki - Front Gate

((I'm pretty sure you sent Narahar to the gate, not the walls. Otherwise this scene makes no sense. =x))

"Ah. My apologies," Moon Called returns the bow, just as awkwardly as Narahar's. Her armour is even bulkier, but that's part of the territory with being a melee fighter. She stands upright, considering the cleric's talents. "I see. I had you pegged as a wizard, but a cleric is even better. Hopefully we won't make you use your healing talent," she smiles grimly as she says this. Injuries weren't a possibility in her line of work - they were an eventuality you had to be prepared for. She and the rest of the Sabertooths already had health potions, but not having to use them was even better.

The mercenary leader opens her mouth to say more, before the sound of a great beast thundering past draws her attention. Moon Called and the other ice elves look over just in time to see Gaius, mounted on a strange beast and yelling directions.
"Kavel!" Moon Called yells, turning her attention to the fastest member of her squad. "See what's going on, then come back and report!"

The scout nods. He and Mallod had been in the middle of climbing up to the roof of a nearby building, but he hops nimbly down with a clatter. After a moment to recover, he takes off after Gaius.

Racing towards the vents

Keval is fast, but not fast enough to keep up. He pounds the pavement, holding his helmet to his chest. "Soldier!" He yells, his voice booming louder than one would expect for someone so short. "Report!"

[Earl of Purple]

Thessaloniki- Front Gate

((D'oh! My mistake- I misread your first post title, since it's not inconceivable that after warding the gates he got onto the wall. I also used the wrong text colour, but that's remedied in this post.))

"A wizard would be useful, too. Fireballs make a large mess of most things, and that's something I can't produce. When they attack, would you like me to boost your strength, and that of your companions, or would you prefer extra dimensional support?" The latter in the form of gigantic demonic insects. Or maybe a massive flesh-eating snail. Or worse, a large swarm of tiny demonic insects.

[Mindfreak]

Ocean of Sinbad

"Hmmm, nah. we could make it." The hydriad stands up and stretches.
"Coming?" She asks as she wades back into the water.

Ocean of Sinbad
The woman nods and wades into the water as well.
She'll follow Eadin wherever she brings her.

[Rebonack]

[The Legion Camp]

"They're something else, huh?" comments one of the soldiers near the edge of the crowd. "The most advanced warbeasts The Legion has created. A sublime melding of machine and animal. And their AI is amazing, too. Almost as smart as a human."

How very fancy!

The guy also snags a danish of his own. Then offers a shaking hand to Allen. "Brutus, lowly solider of The Legion and proud to do my duty. Glad you Nexus folks have decided to help us put these rebels down."

Meanwhile XIV gets another mouthful of dirt as a result of a totally failed charge. Seems she doesn't quite get it yet. Though it also seems she isn't about to give in. At least she's got spirit! Then gets flattened again.

And again.

And again.

And eventually slinks off in a huff.

About the time Sammy settles down to read he might find one of these crazy looking monsters crawling in his general direction. Looks almost like a bat trying to walk. Or a really awkward animated kite.

[The Legion C&C Tent]

Centurion Legate responds with a rather flat, "I can neither confirm nor deny that."

They aren't going to be giving out any tactical information to people who aren't on a particular mission. That would be rather silly, wouldn't it?

And then the smelly halflings arrive!

"I'm in charge of mercenary recruitment," the Centurion replies. "And what do you believe you can offer The Legion mister...?"

[Things with Boogies]

So the boogy is at the city gate? Not the palace gate? Those are two rather different places. Veeeery different places. Though the guards at the gate don't seem too keen on opening up for the golem. One can probably guess why.

If he really wants out he'll be pointed to one of the 'back doors' of the city. Narrow heavily guarded slots in the walls that a man can scarcely squeeze through. He'll also be warned that The Legion will probably just take him captive if he heads over there.

[Thessaloniki - Racing to the Vents]

The answer to the ice elf is simply and to the point. "I had this horrible feeling that The Legion is going to send troops up through the geothermal vents in the temple! They could destroy the barrier generator if they get through!"

Sadly, due to the nature of the premonitions that Gaius gets, anyone who hears him will likely conclude that he's simply raving and insane. Because the gods seem to really like cursing people with visions of the future no one will believe.

The jerks.

[Thessaloniki - The Walls]

As soon as Gaius is on that... thing... Silvanus just gives up. There's no way he'll keep pace with something crazy like that. And so he trudges back up to the walls! Only to find a certain explosive experts asking for information!

"Oh, eerr... It's a lot of waiting right now. Eventually The Legion will start trying to pound through our barrier. We're up here on the wall to repel the attack," Silvanus explains.

[Thessaloniki - The Palace]

Everyone seems to be lifting in spirits despite some of the dire warnings and circumstances of the days. Many good omens have been provided to them. And thus far The Legion hasn't managed to put so much as a scratch on the barrier OR the walls. As futile as beating against Vulcan's own anvil with one's head.

Vulcan's Furnace itself powers their city. And no mortal weapons can compete against the might of a god.

For the time being the court retires to the feasting chambers for a good ol' fashioned Roman-style banquette.

[Gnrlshrimp]

[Thessaloniki - To the Vents!]

I suppose a little bit more detail about beast-Leeh is in order, hmm?

Well it was a rather rushed exercise in shapeshifting, so the end result isn't anything pretty. It's grey, with four legs, a rather flexible tail for aid in turning, and very little else.

The head is a grey lump with eyes and ears and that's about it...

Oh, and a mouth, yes.

The pistol and cane have presumably been absorbed into his body somewhere.

"You might want to hold on. I'm going to make a few adjustments..."

Said adjustments consist of a pair of...well...handles, I guess, forming just in front of Gaius so he can hold on tight.

Because the rest of the adjustments consist of strengthening the legs as much as he can so Leeh can go faster.

Zoom.

[Mr. Moon]

Thessaloniki - Racing to the Vents

Keval keeps chasing after Leeh and Gaius just long enough to hear the soldier's shouted reply. He slows his pace to an eventual stop, clanking to a halt. Holding his helmet loosely in front of him, Keval stands barely winded.
Shaking his head, turning, the Sabertooth makes his way back to the front gate.

Tessalonkiki - Front Gate

"Hmm." Moon Called mutters thoughtfully as Narahar lists his abilities. She had full faith in her squad, but boosts never hurt. However... "We'll see." She says, shaking her head. "For now, use your own discretion. We don't know what we're going to be up against. Once we have a better idea, we'll decide on something. For now it's best that you be ready for any eventuality. Remember, they wouldn't have called for so many powerful reinforcements if they didn't expect to need them."

As she finishes speaking, Keval returns, moving at a light jog. His armour clanks rhythmically with each step. "Excuse me a moment," Moon Called says to Narahar, before turning and walking over to meet her second in command. "Well?"
"I don't think it's anything," Keval says, shaking his head. "The soldier said that he suspected the enemy would be able to sneak in through the vents. I think it's just an excuse for nerves. This might be his first battle."
"You don't believe him?"
"No. If the vents were a concern you would have been briefed on them. This is the first any of us have heard about any vents."
"I see." Moon Called walks a few steps away, considering this as she looks over at the front gate looming before them. "Tavish?"
"I think we're being payed to keep these sorry humans alive, not blindly follow orders," the other female says, adjusting her pony-tail. "It sounds like the kid's the only one worried about this, but if this is a valid threat than we should at least take a look for ourselves."
Moon Called considers this a while longer, before nodding. "Right. Tavish, take Mollad with you. Go check this out. If this is a threat than I don't want it biting me in the a** because no one thought to guard it. If there's some way, send hourly reports back."
"Can do. I'll-"
"I have to object to this," interjects Keval. The lump of scar tissue in his lower lip twists his frown into a grimace. "Why are we splitting up over a fool soldier's hunch? Just three of us may not be able to hold off the attack. We're more valuable here. All of us."
"Four of us." Moon Called counters, her brow furrowing in annoyance for being questioned.
"Excuse me?"
"There's four of us. You're forgetting our friend the cleric here. Enough battles have been made and broken on someone's hunch, Keval, that this is worth investigating. Now you can go on your own and come back all smug latter saying 'I told you so,' or we can be prepared for a sneak attack."
The crossbowman is silent for a while, before shrugging. "Suit yourself."
"I will, thank you. Tavish, what are you waiting for?"
"Er, right." The heavily scarred woman nods. She turns, cupping her free hand around her mouth. "Hey!" she calls. "Mollad!"
By now, Mollad had finished climbing onto the building. Sitting on the edge of the roof, she pauses in the middle of stringing her crossbow. "What?!"
"Get back down here!"
"What? I just got up here!"
"Yeah, well get back down! We're leaving!"
Grumbling, Mollad shoves her roll of crossbow wire back into one of the pockets inside her cloak. Turning around, she slips over the edge and sets about clambering down. "Where?"
"I'll tell you on the way! Just get over here."

Soon enough, Mollad is on the ground and striding over to join the others. "This had better be important."
Sevran grins, shoving the girl in the shoulder playfully. "It's your big chance to prove yourself! You're going to help foil a rear attack."
Mollad's eyes light up. "I am?" She grins.
"Maybe." Tavish turns to head after Leeh and Gaius. "We'll see. Come on," she says, and the two head off.

[hr]

Legion Camp - Firing Range

"Muh?" His mouth full of the second half of the danish, Allen turns his attention on the soldier addressing him. As Brutus speaks, he swallows his danish and reaches for another one. Before he gets a chance, however, poor Brutus extends a hand. Allen looks down at it blankly for a moment. What was... Oh, right. Wiping his hand off on the breast of his coat (and leaving a smear of icing behind), Allen takes Brutus' hand and gives it a firm shake. A very firm, is somewhat slimy, shake.

"Allen Parker," he replies. Amusement flickers across his lips as Brutus thanks Allen for helping, but instead of commenting on this he turns to look at the wyvrins again. "So they ain't mutties, then?" He reaches out, picking up an apple quarter. "Not really. Some folk made 'em this way. Fas'natin'." He munches on his apple thoughtfully. "So if they's ain't mutties, why's it they kin talk?"

Legion Camp - In The Shade Somewhere

Having found a tent that didn't seem to be in active use (at least, not for the moment), Sammy sits himself cross-legged in the dirt. He drops his back-pack down next to him, leaning against it, and drops his baseball cap onto his knee. His sandy brown hair springs up into a cowlick once it's freed. Reaching into his jacket, he unzips a pocket and pulls out the weathered old book he'd been reading earlier. He's about to open it to his last page, when movement draws his attention upward.

Some sort of strange lizard-person was dragging itself along the dirt in an awkward shamble. Sammy's eyes go wide with amazement as he watches it shuffle along. A mutant, perhaps? Some sort of human-lizard-bat hybrid? The boy frowns. No, that was... highly unlikely. Some new race, then. He'd met a lot of them since he and Allen had arrived in this Nexus place. Nothing like this, though. What could it possibly be? He'd only seen humans in this camp so far, apart from those halflings.
"Um. Excuse me?" Sammy calls out, hoping he wasn't bothering the creature. It looked like it could rip him apart without a second thought.

[Rebonack]

Vent-Scene shall wait for Earl!

Meanwhile...

[Legion Camp - Under an Oak Tree]

Maybe now would be a good time to actually describe these things, yes? The Wyverns are all clad in orahalcum armor. Rather nicely polished brassy colored stuff with a reddish glint to it. Far stronger than steel. And quite a bit lighter to boot. Stamped into her breastplate is a large LXXX. And any weapons she has appear to be housed in a pair of metallic pods affixed to her back. The armor appears to be bonded to the Wyvern's body, as much a part of her as her skin. Where her hide is visible it's a maroon color with darker purple splotches. A long mane of reddish orange hair peeks out from under her helmet, a goodly portion of it twisted into a tight braid. And flanking the hair is a pair of backwards curving horns.

Her body's build is just human enough to be mildly unsettling, though she's clearly not human. More lithe than bulky. The armor on her long tail bearing fins to aid in flight control. And obviously at home in the air rather than on the ground even though her wings are tucked so tight against her long arms that they're almost unnoticeable.

She's been crawling along on all fours, three toed feet and three toed hands. And when addressed? Sammy will quickly find himself regarded by large, intelligent eyes. Not reptilian in the least, not. But rather human. Or at least what human eyes would look like if the iris filled the whole socket.

"Do you require assistance-" a pause as the creature squints a little at Sammy. Almost as if she was trying to read something on his person. "You don't have any identification? So you aren't a Citizen of The Legion. What was the term for the natives here again..."

She looks a little up and to the right as if the answer could be found there.

"Nexisian? No... Mars confound it," she shakes her head, seeming far more flustered than she should be over something this trivial. "Do you require assistance, sir?" the Wyvern finally settles on as she settles in a squatting position, looking rather like a large unfriendly bird in the process.

[Legion Camp - Free Food Place!]

Eeww... sticky handshakes...

Brutus tries his best not to make a disgusted look at his hand after retrieving it from Allen. "Charmed..."

Sure you are Brutus.

Sure you are.

"Not mutants, no. Nothing at all random about them. I'm no philosopher, but from what I understand they have an electronic brain. Thinking computers. Allows them to learn from combat and hone their skills unlike the other warbeasts. Pretty sure that's why they can speak."

As Brutus talks the Wyvern that was being whipped slinks off and ends up getting distracted by Sammy a few minutes later. The other Wyvern turns his attention to the firing range.

And starts cycling the rail-gun mounted on his shoulder.

Suffice to say the heavily armored target has seen better days after the resulting impact.

"They make marvelous distractions. They're fearsome enough in battle that enemy soldiers usually focus fire on them rather than us," he offers a small grin to the marksmen. "The less steel being thrown my way the better. Great way to keep casualties down. Give the enemy something else to shoot at. Once we get into the city remember to stay behind the warbeasts as best you can. Every bullet they take is one you don't have to."

[Hattish Thing]

[Legion C&C Camp]

Marciano grins at the man that asked him the question. He may or may not understand a single word the halfling said. Wel', I'm a sexy shoeless god of war! I'm quite capable Monsieur. If ya wan' I c'n prove meself t' ya. I work fer a low price. Plus, I can sneak into anywhere...steal anythin'. If ya wan' me t' show ya me skills, Jus' 'and me a soldier 'o' yours...I c'n duel 'im. Won't kill 'im. Ya 'ave me word.

[UncleWolf]

Sea

While her plotclone is out saving people, (other) Eadin is down at the reef exploring and gathering coral to make some jewelery later.

And then there was the net.
Looks like the good captain is going to find a surprise in his net.

Sea - Aboard Fortuna's Wrath

Blood and his crew pull the net up after a few minutes and when they release the fish on deck, they make their way through their catch to toss back the unwanted. Dolphins and sharks are let go, but when Blood sees Eadin, he offers her his hand. "Sorry, my lass. Just working on catching up our supplies. Welcome to Fortuna's Wrath. I'm Captain Blood, owner of the vessel."

Blood is a tall and slim man, well muscled and lacking a shirt. His chest has five playing cards tattoed above the heart and he wears several blackpowder pistols, a rapier, and a rather large hat.

With a poofy red feather in it.

C&C Tent

After looking over the map, Pet sits back down into a more comfortable position, leaning against Razorfang's knee once more. With an idle gesture, she reaches down to stroke his head gently and lovingly. Charlotte sighs happily as she watches the pair and does the same to Razorfang, scritching her behind the ears. As much as The Seer would like to join in, he glances up at the Wyvern, raising for what passes as an eyebrow. "So the liaison is mandatory. Her presence will likely slow us, but we'll make due. Is there a different way into the city? We'd rather not going into anything with the name thermal applied to it."

[Beans]

[Leaving Karyana's Forest]
Tsiln is with Karyana, as well as Aseti and Zwei.

[Rebonack]

[The Legion - C&C Tent]

"Once the barrier is down a high-speed troop-transport will get you close to the city," the Centurion replies matter of factly. "Unless you have your own means of transportation."

Many of the mercs came here on foot after all.

Makes sense that the Legion would assume they would need a lift.

XIV doesn't react at all to the 'slowing down' comment. No reason to. If they believe themselves to be the best at what they do then all the better. Let them prove it on the mission.

And now to the halfling!

"You want to test your mettle against one of our soldiers?" Legate asks, her tone somewhat bemused. It's hard to take seriously when he's so tiny.

[Hattish Thing]

Legion C&C Tent

Yes please, jus', make sure th' soldier doesn't min' a few scratches...I've been known t' get too into th' moment... Marciano takes out two gloves from a pouch. He puts the gloves on. Suddenly, four inch blades pop out of the area where the fingers would end. Five per hand, one per finger. He grins and clenches his fist, causing the claws to scratch eachother with a sound like nails on chalkboards.

[Lady Serpentine]

[Leaving Walkway Five]

They probably end up on a glacier, with various wind-carved ice forms around them, as well as silver and purple aurora over them.

[Thessaloniki - Walls]

The Bloodthieves send a call through their life-bond with the Siphons for the rest of Alteration to come along, though they won't arrive for a post or two, and head up onto the walls, probably arriving at the same section as Rose.

[Mr. Moon]

Legion Camp - Under an Oak Tree

"Hah-hah." Sammy laughs nervously as the great beast fixes him with that eerily human gaze. The rest of it - her? - is transfixing enough, but those eyes. Sammy can't look away. They were beautiful and terrifying at the same time. "I, er... I hope I'm not botherin' ya, but, well... I ain't ever seen anythin' like you. What... er... Who are you?" He puts his book down on his lap, spread open to the last page he was on.

Legion Camp - Firing Range

"That so?" Allen either doesn't notice or doesn't care about Brutus' discomfort. He turns his attention on the warbeast before him, watching it cycle up it's railgun and absolutely destroys a target. The gunslinger grins widely as he watches the display of prowess.

"So they's basic'ly robots, eh?" He observes. "How'd ya git th' skin onnem? Jes' scoop out their brains an' shove a computer in?"

[Beans]

[Leaving W5]
Tsiln and Aseti stare into the amazing sky, gasping in awe.
Incredible...