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#91
05-25-2012, 03:00 AM
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Glancing over his shoulder upon entering the woods, Endland is surprised that the mob hasn't made chase. That combined with the sense of security provided by the cover gives him pause. Not to mention that his side hurt. Kalia! he whispers harshly, gesturing to her that their would-be persuers haven't moved and holding his ribs with a grimace. Taking another look back to make sure they aren't coming, he settles into the under growth to keep an eye on the mob. 
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#92
05-27-2012, 08:35 AM
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klebklebklebklebklebklekleb...
__________________Myla glances up anxiously, toward the cabin. She can hear the horde on the other side... 'ow many? She does not know. There is no time, as ever, to equivocate: she has to rely on Kleb's small stature and animal cunning to get him out of his predicament. Like oi gotta rely on mine... they're on the move now... The party did indeed appear to be fleeing. It is the sensible thing to do. Last night had been a lucky escape. C'mon, Wil... grab at this lump 'ere... we're gonna need 'im.... With a heavy heart Myla helps Wil to hoist the bound villager aloft, and the two rapidly scamper into the woods. The puppet was needed to find out what exactly was going on- and to see if whatever had happened to him could be undone. If Marek had fallen under the same spell.... she shuddered at the thought. Her priorities remained the same: find Marek, then flee... everyone else was expendable, ultimately, even Kleb. Oi'll come back fer ye, mate... oi promise...
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#94
05-31-2012, 06:07 PM
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Kalia is pulled in opposite directions.
__________________Literally. The new girl has one hand, and Endland the other. One is trying to pull her farther into the forest, and the other is trying to stop her. To make matters worse, Spunk is so worried he is trying to eat her dress. It's just a little too much. "Calm down, all of you!" Kalia whispers a bit more harshly than she intended. She pauses for a second to peer back at the mob, then yanks on Endland's hand. "No, thank you," she continues in a loud whisper. "This is too close for me. If we're going to spy on them, let's do it after we're sure they are not coming after us!" She tries one more time to get Endland to come along, but if he stays, she reluctantly follows Qaella.
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#95
05-31-2012, 10:06 PM
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Qaella
__________________Qaella turns to look what has made Kalia pause. And then the harsh whisper. She frowns, not knowing what to make of this. The man before whispered harsh at her, when he was angry. Maybe Kalia was mad at her. Qaella waits while Kalia makes her decision. Noting the slight tug on the boy's hand, and Kalia once again moving to go with Qaella, she begins to lead the further into the woods, as originally planned. Sowry. she says, as she tries to Survival, to find a good place to hide= 16find them a place to Hide, for once it is found= 20hide, not too far ahead.
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#96
06-01-2012, 02:39 AM
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Endland lets go of Kalia's hand and practically vanishes into the shadows of the forest. I'll make sure, then. Watch for me; I'll catch up if they come. He divides his Spot to keep track of the girls: 22attention between the mob and the girls as they make their way further into the forest, to at least get an idea where they're going in case he does need to follow.
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#97
06-01-2012, 05:03 PM
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As the horde comes around the corner of the cabin, all those present scatter. Wil and Myla drag the unconscious villager with them, slowly putting space between themselves and the horde. The newcomer, who they recognize as a jack-of-all-trades by the name of Sergey, darts ahead of them, shouting instructions to help them not trip as they lug the dead weight of a man between them.
__________________Kalia and Qaella disappear around the cabin, getting away from the horde quickly and finding a copse of trees to hide in. Endland gets just out of sight of the horde and dives into a bush. He can hear them rumbling past him as they chase the others, but can't see anything without risking being spotted himself.
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#98
06-01-2012, 09:27 PM
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Qaella
__________________Qaella looks at Kalia, index finger to her lips. Shhhhh. she then tries to Spot= 8look and Listen= 8listen for the horde of evil villagers. It must have been a village of ninjas, for she sees no evil, and hears no evil. And she barely speaks. Last edited by Lexkat; 06-01-2012 at 09:28 PM.
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#99
06-02-2012, 12:56 PM
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As Wil, Myla and Sergey struggle with the weight of the unconscious hostage Myla attempts to remember somewhere nearby that might offer some cover and shelter... a cave by a stream, a hollowed tree trunk... anywhere they can hide from the horde once there is a safe distance between them and the villagers. The three flee in virtual silence, only the sharp utterances of Sergey warning them of upcoming obstacles breaking the wordless retreat. He had been wise: swift had been his escape, but the others... maybe they'd not been so lucky...
__________________Endland vanished pretty quick... always wuz a good 'ider, though that wound still looked bad... that girl took Kalia, reckon they'll be alright... but what about Niels? She can't remember having seen Matthias, either. Soon as they find new allies another member of the party is picked off. She shudders as she recalls the red light that had erupted behind Forsetti's eyes as they had fled the village only the previous night. What had become of him? And what happened to Stitch? Where was Marek? And what fate was yet to befall Kleb? For the first time since it all began, Myla finds herself really thinking about what's happening. Her lower lip trembles slightly as the desperation of her situation is brought into sharp relief: what the bloody 'ell's going on?
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#100
06-04-2012, 01:02 AM
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Brilliant. As the mob mulled around Endland's hiding place, he had to bite his lip to keep from cursing himself aloud. After a moment of doing so inwardly, he gathers himself to attempt something productive. It's only a matter of time until they find one of their party, and he doubts they'll give up until they do.
__________________Obviously, to show himself would be suicide, such that he fears even to attempt a peek outside the bush. At least he can hear what's going on, so he comes up with a plan in case the worst should happen with Kalia and Quella. As for himself...well, he'll deal with that when it happens. He suddenly remembers Myla and the others, hoping they escaped the notice of the mob, and mouths a quick prayer for them to whatever god may be left to listen.
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#101
06-05-2012, 07:15 PM
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Vetnes is torn as Wil and Myla struggle with the bound captive--his impulse is to flee shedding anything that would slow them down. And yet, abstractly, he can't help but appreciate the value of what they're holding--answers, in a time when the number of questions seems to keep on growing.
__________________"How can I help?" he finally says--but it seems they have it for now, so Vetnes simply keeps pace. He wants to help, and maybe if he needs to he'll grab a leg, or even take over for either Wil or Myla if they get tired--but right now it seems like the best course of action is simply to stick together.
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#102
06-06-2012, 02:30 AM
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Kalia stays quiet and sticks close to the new girl, though she is a bit annoyed that Endland stayed behind. That boy is going to get himself in trouble, and he is not even healed from his last scrape! As they hide in the copse of trees, she realizes she has lost track of every one in her original group, except, of course, for Spunk. She holds him close now and tries to peer through the foliage to see if she can spot their pursuers. She also sneaks a glance at her companion, trying to remember where she has seen her before.
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#103
06-09-2012, 05:41 PM
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Wil risks a quick glance over his shoulder as he and Myla lurch along with their burden. We gain, I think. Gods grant we outlast them. Will they tire? What of Kalia and Endland, Niels and Matthias? What if they —?
__________________An urgent bark from Sergey ("Loose stones, there! Watch it; watch it...") brings Wil's full attention back to the struggle at hand. He grunts and takes a heartbeat to get a better grip on the unconscious villager's sagging body before they continue their shuffling run through the woods, sidestepping roots and ducking under bare branches as nimbly as they can. Vetnes catches up to them but has to slow his pace to stay with the struggling group. His alert manner reminds Wil of a hound growling after a stranger. Wil smiles at him, but the concentration and effort required by the group's flight with their stunned prize makes it come across as a pained grimace. They all four labor without speaking for a time, driven by an urgency that snaps at their heels and inspires continued haste. The man he carries with Myla seems to weigh more with each step. Does wickedness make you heavy? Now, Wil, that surely isn't fair. This poor fellow didn't have any say in what that blackness made him do. Least, I don't think so. Sam wouldn't have done those things on his own, I know it. A heather-filled hollow in the ground requires careful maneuvering down and through. They almost drop their hostage getting back out. Easy, Wil! Got to pay attention. This is hard enough on that girl without you dropping the brute. Myla. Wil gazes at her over their captive. She has not complained at all, the creature. A rare plucked one. He decides, in his deliberate way, to say this out loud — "Myla, you're a rare plucked 'un" — but does nothing more than open his mouth like a codfish; for Myla's lip is quivering ever so slightly, and his fond, foolish heart goes out to her in anxious concern. Is she hurt? Tired? Don't be daft, Wil; of course she's exhausted like everyone else. We're being chased and we're carrying a monster like those that hurt our friends — and the girl's got family, doesn't she? Those dark deeds will reach further than this. Daft... daft. Vetnes speaks up as they toil, asking, "What can I do to help?" Wil heaves the villager up and into a better carrying position once more, shouldering as much of the man's weight as he can. Studying Myla's face has renewed his determination not to falter, and he grimace-smiles again at Vetnes. Brave Vetnes — they're all brave. What good people these are. Surely the gods smile on such as these. "Keep us safe, Vet," he says, watching his footing carefully over a rough patch of ground. "All will be well. Just keep us safe a little longer." Last edited by Feldring; 06-09-2012 at 05:43 PM.
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#104
06-19-2012, 03:41 AM
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For Endland, Qaella, and Kalia the mob grows quieter, though their lurching around can still be heard in snapping branches and rustling underbrush. Kalia can see them moving, but cannot see anyone else, nor remember where they might have disappeared to.
__________________Vetnes can do nothing but keep an eye out like Sergey, as adding more hands to carry their prisoner would do nothing but entangle them all the more. Along with Wil and Myla, he can hear the mob following them, though they seem to be gaining some distance.
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#105
06-19-2012, 05:30 PM
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Kalia sighs and relaxes a bit. "I think they're moving away from us," she whispers to Qaella. She takes a good look at the girl. "You're the hunter's girl, aren't you? Qaella, right?" She was just about the same age as Kalia, but the two hadn't really ever met. Kalia just remembered her mother and father discussing rumors of the girl and Havric around the dinner table, and she remembers seeing her, once or twice, hurrying past Kalia's farm and out of town.
__________________"I guess I'm lucky," she continues, keeping her voice down, "to be thrown in with you. You were raised by wolves out here, or something like that, right? I'm sorry if that is a bit crude, but that is what the rumors say. I'm Kalia, by the way. Kalia Wright." Kalia sticks her hand out to shake Qaella's hand. "And this is Spunk," she says, nodding her head toward the goat. "I guess we should lay low for a few more minutes, then try to find the others." She realizes that she didn't grab any weapon when she had the chance in the cabin, and she only has one more enchanted stone left. I have no idea how long that enchantment lasts, she thinks, peering at the softly glowing stone clutched tightly in her hand. At least she managed to throw the pack with the bandages over one shoulder as she fled the cabin. But it would sure be nice to make it back inside to pick up equipment and supplies...
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