Legend Event First Act: Scales and Webs

[Wren]

"Lady Knight, of course, of course!"

Gilabree gave a child-sized and bloodied hand to the offered gauntlet of the woman, carefully pulling herself up. To the assumption of lizards she nodded, brown curls bobbing about her face, "Geckans!" she declared, "A most naughty of Geckans I ever did see." When had pilfering and pillaging been their way? Never, she thought, why Geckans were more alike her smallfolk than most other peoples, and not just in size.

"Well I don't walk on my hands so I should be able, this way Lady Knight, this way please!"

And off she went at a pace more akin to toddling than truly running with hurried steps that did not cover much ground.

They slunk through side halls between buildings and crossed a major through-way towards an open square. There was chaos and people and geckans running amok, and fire. Much fire. It had caught across a large swathe of buildings. Gilabree paused at the junction of the square, stammering between tallfolk as they ran hither-tither, attempting to avoid another collision. Just when the coast seemed clear, a spider large enough to gobble her whole descended upon the walkway.

Gilabree froze on the spot, so terrified that an eek couldn't even be made.

Angharad

 

[Angharad]

"There appear to be many of their breed about tonight" Angharad observed. Odd for the creatures to even risk attacking an elf, normally they would be petrified of her kind. There was much strange about this night. The thought of the spiders leaving the ship made her shudder but she focused back on her charge.

She easily kept pace with the halfling, her long strides impatient at the slow pace. The woman seemed to move with nervous, hurried steps, as if expecting something to jump out at her from every corner. They moved through side streets and then onto a larger one that led to a square. The fires were spreading and panic ruled the streets. Angharad's hand went to Gilabree's shoulder as other fleeing citizens went by. She wasn't going to lose her guide in this throng.

She felt the halfling press forward, ready to move again when a shadow fell over them. Angharad's words died in her mouth at the sight of it. She'd slain one back at the docks but that had been a stripling compared to this monster. It regarded them with its eyes before darting forward.

Only panicked reflexes saved them. Angharad yanked the halfling back and out of the way. She sidestepped the beast and swung her blade. It was like hacking at a tree trunk, she'd barely inflicted a glancing blow. "Stay clear!" she barked, risking a look at the halfling to see she was obeyed. The spider turned to eye them up, warier now that its prey was going to fight back.

Gilabree Gandy

 

[Samson Jadik]

A bed, blankets, and even shudders that kept out the persistent rain and wind. Samson had struck a proverbial goldmine and he knew it. He slept peacefully in a large bed, comforted by thick blankets and a hearth filled with glowing embers still crackling in the cool night air. His clothes and axe were neatly laid out by the hearth to dry and as the wind howled Samson rolled around under his covers to better protect himself from the nighttime chill that crept into the room.

Another strong gust of wind and the loud smash of the shudders against the outside of the house frightened Samson awake and he now sat up straight, the blankets falling to his lap as he sat face to face with something. He'd never seen the likes of it. Short, scaled and with a crude curved knife in its hand the disgusting little creature stood on the foot board of the bed and stared at Samson with wide-eyed surprise, the faint glow of the embers behind it clearly outlining its small stature.

Suddenly the Geckan pounced, and in a panic Samson kicked from under the blankets and luckily landed his foot in the groin of the scaly beast. It tumbled off the bed and lay on the floor groaning. The crude knife it carried had skittered across the floor out of reach of both parties. Samson, realizing he'd just nearly avoided death and still running on instincts, leapt from bed and as the Geckan looked up to his naked body, was promptly stomped to death. Screaming as he brought his foot down Samson was oblivious to the clamour of bells and screams of civilians outside his window; his sole focus was the sole of his foot and the still twitching corpse of something he'd never seen before.

Standing naked in the room Samson turned to face the window and saw another of the little creatures, but this one seemed to be apart of the house itself, the image twisting and warping in front of him. As it ran a dart against lightly coloured flesh on its throat Samson darted to the bed, grabbed the thick blankets and hurled them forward between him and the creature. The blanket fell short of the Geckan, the dart harmlessly caught in the wool. As the Geckan looked to Samson a sudden flash filled the room and the creature was sent hurtling backwards out the window and onto the cobblestone alley bellow.

The stench of seared flesh, like fish tossed in a scalding pan, filled the room and Samson stood with his right arm outstretched towards the window silhouetted by the dim glow of the embers behind him. The door to the room flung open and a maid busted in. She called out to Samson, too rushed to notice his appearance, or realize what had just happened in the room, let alone that a dead Geckan was sprawled out on the wooden floors.

“We're under attack!”

Turning and pointing to the dead Geckan by his feet Samson spoke in hurried phrases.

"What, what are these? Who-Wher .. Where are the damned guards?” He shouted after the maid as she ignored him and darted to the next room to alert the next patron.

Entirely awake now and still in the nude Samson rushed over to the hearth and quickly began dressing himself. He jammed his legs through his pants and slipped them into well worn leather boots, foregoing any kind of socks. As he struggled to pull a shirt onto himself he heard a loud clamour downstairs as the other patrons began barricading the door. A few moments later Samson erupted from his room, fully dressed with his steel arm guards tightly fastened over his doublet. At his waist hung a short axe and on the other hip a small pouch failed to cover the numerous scrolls within.

Sprinting down the hallway and knocking into a small table Samson loudly stumbled his way to the bottom of the stairs and looked around to see a rather full inn of guests ready to fight. He shouted unintentionally, his strong voice booming in the small room.

“What in the six gods is going on?”

| Douglas Haley | Acillio Nazzaro | Aurra | ​

 

[Urberus]

Areck Slums

"Wha' in the bloody moons?"

Galen closed the door to the loo and finished belting on his pants. He'd barely had time to use the chamber pot before the screaming and the thumping started. Several people were boarding up the windows, another was setting up a table in front of the door, Acillio was standing over two bodies and- bodies?

Grimacing, Galen synched his belt tight and pulled his robes close. His satchel containing a grimoire and a few spell components bobbed against the side of his leg, but it was the hilt of his dagger to which his hand gravitated. He squinted at the corpses. Lizardmen of some sort.

"Douglas? You alright?"

Galen accidentally stepped in a puddle of their blood and scuffed it on the floor to try and clean it as he came closer to the other mage.

 

[Douglas Haley]

Areck Slums
Interacting With Acillio Nazzaro │ Aurra │ Galen │ Samson Jadik
______________________

As Galen moved to meet the crumpled form of the semi-illustrious mage known as Douglas Haley, he would see a man in shock. His eyes stared solely on the dead still in the room, as if taking in their soul as much as the gore that now lined them; with mouth agape and tongue dry, he desperately tried to swallow whatever dread had festered in his head, only to risk throwing up. A quick sleeve moved across his face, wiping a cold sweat that had formed on his brow as he looked up to Galen;

“N-no, I’m… I’m fine…”, he said with little reassurance. His chest was heaving, signs of a panic attack as he let Galen help him up from the ground.

His stance was unsteady, and while he could see Acillio, the mysterious woman, and even the knight errant stranger, none of them seemed to register inside his mind. He leaned back against the wall once more, desperately trying to appease the circling motion he could feel in his head, as rationale to avoid the windows and like seemed to run rampantly from his psyche.

“I’m fine…”, he repeated, trying to come to terms with what he had just seen.​

 

[Wren]

When a warrior Lady told you to stay back from a gigantic spider, you tend to obey. Gilabree obeyed with enthusiasm and made herself scarce by hiding herself beneath an abandoned and partially on fire wagon in the square. Tiny heart hammering in her chest, she watched with morbid fascination as the arachnid took on the Lady after sizing her up.

Hiss. HISS. It used its front legs to strike out at the woman, aiming to knock her over with limbs capable of packing a punch like a mallet in the hands of a battle-frenzied orc. Rearing at whatever counter strikes with her sword came its way, it would advance again and again, legs after legs after legs, beady eyes gleaming under the growing light of spreading fire.

Fire.

Gilabree looked around, watching other people and geckans and spiders skittering and screaming about. The chaos was maddening and terrifying, but the spiders weren't going anywhere near the fires.

"Fire!" she squeaked out at Angharad from her hiding place, "Fire! Use the fire Lady Knight!"

 

[Raziel]

Areck Slums
Galen Acillio Nazzaro Douglas Haley Samson Jadik

"Fucking lizard people killing folk in'a streets!" Aurra shouted. She wasn't one for skirting around the issue. Her pale skin was slightly flushed. She balanced on a tipping point between anger and despair. Fear coursed through her veins like ice along with a healthy dose of adrenaline.

It wasn't her place to deal with an invasion. She was a street thug working for the Rutlands. She slit a few throats, stole from other merchants, helped carry out extortion. The guards, with polearms and armour were supposed to deal with this, but out in the mists in small groups they were being picked off. By the time they had rallied a serious force and set out this entire district could be flattened.

"We should get inside the walls," she said suddenly. "They won't send men out to look out fer us." It was no idle threat. The merchants would lock up the walls and then secure the docks. The slums wouldnt even feature in their plans. Aurra was relying on the numbers here for protection, but out there in the mists would she be better off sneaking towards one of the hidden tunnels under the walls alone?

Before she could finish that train of thought something thudded against the roof. It sounded like someone walking across the roof. Not one person, lots of people. Another loud thump and more scrabbling.

"What's that?" she muttered under her breath. The giant spiders were already busy laying webs around the exits and searching out the open window in one of the rooms.

 

[Angharad]

Normally Angharad would have snarled quite an unknightly reply at a lesser who dared to give combat advice. But a few seconds of dodging spider attacks and making her own futile ones forced her to think that maybe the small one had a point. Like a squeaky guardian angel, she urged her to go for the fire. One of the spider's limbs struck her breastplate a glancing blow but the impact still sent her sprawling. She rolled out of the way before another one could impale her to the ground. She was going to have some nasty bruises in the morning.

She scrambled for the burning wagon, seizing a pole off it and swinging it back at the spider like a mace. The flames made the creature howl at the first blow, scrambling back out of fear. Angharad circled it slowly, both her weapons pointed at it. The flames seemed to keep it back. "Move behind me" she ordered, at least with this they could keep it at bay.

Gilabree Gandy

 

[Wren]

Large, round eyes watched between wagon-wheel spokes as the valiant Lady Knight swung her new weapon of flames at the giant arachnid. Gilabree's heart leapt at the sound of the creature's recoil and her hand ushered through the wheel, striking with an invisible pole of her own in perfect mimicry of the elf. It was only when the woman called out to her that she scrambled from her hiding spot, ducking from beneath the wagon and pattering around the open space between beast and warrior until she came to the heel of the latter.

They circled round, shuffling this way and that, spider hissing and striking before balking at another swipe of flames. Once their backs were against a smaller alley where the creature could not fit the halfling scampered off.

"This way now, almost there!"

Sure enough the spider did not follow them but instead turned upon another unsuspecting victim who'd not the knowledge to use fire against it. Can't save them all, unfortunately.

Gilabree lead through the alley until they came to the crossing of another lane where she paused against the stone wall to peek around. There, across the way, was a row of wood and stone structures two-stories tall. Several were on fire, most of them had been broken into and ransacked. The halfling pointed across and down to the right, "There! That's my shop."

The location looked as though it had been a rather nice place before this strange siege of the city. Flames licked up along the roof but had not yet traveled to the first floor. There through the open door and broken windows geckans could be seen scrambling in and out, carrying what appeared to be apothecary supplies.

"The big one," Gilabree said, "the big one has my book!"

Angharad

 

[Angharad]

The familiar sight of a city at war. Flames threatened to engulf another row of buildings but the front of the shop was all smashed in with the door barely hanging on hinges and geckans hopping in and out through the broken windows. They were chirping and squeaking at each other in their own tongue, delighted at the spoils they could take. It ranged from valuable medicinal supplies to whatever was shiny and not bolted down.

"The big one?" Angharad's voice was dubious considering the puny scale geckans registered on. Most were of a size with the halfling with some even smaller. They seemed delighted to have succeeded against what they saw as giants. The corpses of two slain townspeople lay in the street, the geckans paying no heed.

She spotted him. A veritable colossus for its race. The geckan was easily over four foot tall and more heavily muscled. He awkwardly held a book under his arm while back orders to the other looters. Angharad gritted her teeth and adjusted her helmet, "Make sure to stay behind me" she said, eyes on her target.

The first geckan didn't even have time to squeal. Angharad's blow split his skull open. She waded into the fray, lashing out with her sword, fist, and boot. The tall armoured figure was a nightmare for the small lizards. The elf was hacking them down before they could even get close enough to strike.

The larger one cowered inside the shop, others fleeing to the presumed safety of the building. Angharad picked up a dying geckan and flung it through the window. The survivors were too wary to come out and die fighting in the street. They flung darts and other missiles at them, the elf ducking a javelin. Geckans were said to poison their weapons. "Take shelter!" she barked.

Gilabree Gandy

 

[The Herald]

If she could have laughed, she would have.

Her fingers clutched the staff slightly, her eyes wandered across the burning docks. The Mist was still thick as the sea itself, lingering low within the city. Yet through it she could see the fires, she could see her horde ravaging it's way slowly across Alliria. There were people fighting back, but they would fall.

Was this truly all they had to offer?

Truly all that could stand against them?

Nagai would laugh. Her people would laugh. Slowly the Priestess pulled herself forward, her tail etching into the wood as the crystal around her neck seemed to glow brighter and brighter. The skittering of legs could be heard as she swept her way onto the docks, a nearby human trembling in his hiding place.

A smile, if one could even call it that, touched a the corner of her scaled mouth. Her gaze did not wander, not one iota, but the gem around her neck seemed to spark with a bright glow for just a moment. A tiny crack formed within it's heart, but a second later the trembling human burst into a screeching flame.

The Naga closed her eyes for just one second, and then slithered forward.

Directly towards the Keep.​

 

[J'Darak Moghahk]

City of Alliria


The city was no place for an Orc, or so thought J’Darak Moghahk as he had entered with the caravan he was charged with protecting, too big, too many people and far, far too many Elves. Whilst the other mercenaries of his group collected their gold and moved to the nearest tavern or brothel, sometimes a mixture of both, Moghahk had taken to wandering the streets. Most folks gave the monstrous grey skinned Orc a wide berth; his rough-hide clothing and crude great-axe were a stark contrast to the more respectable folk and their fancy clothing and shiny jewels, even the serfs dressed better.

J’Darak however was a creature of the wild, a beast of a particular culture, one that enjoyed the free wind between his legs and the heated massage of the sun against his bare torso. The idea of covering himself up apart from the bare necessities for the sake of keeping those parts warm never crossed his mind.
After much deliberation -probably far longer than most- Moghahk had decided to sleep on the streets, under the night sky and the stars that lit it so fully, with the intention of leaving as soon as possible when he awoke, he missed the open road and the rolling hills, the heavy woods and their bounties he could take.

His rest was interrupted earlier than intended however, when the bells of a city under siege sounded, rousing the burly beast from his deep slumber; much to his distaste. Nothing worse than being woken up early. Planting a shovel sized hand against his rugged, scrunched face, J’Darak wiped the sleep from his eyes and smacked his lips. He could smell smoke, see the flickers of fire and watched a crowd run past the doorway he had been using as a makeshift bunk.

It did not take long before the culprits of the commotion and his early awakening made themselves known, tiny little creatures of scaley nature, chattering and wailing, throwing pointed sticks and blowing tiny darts at folk who ran all over trying to escape their miniature tormentors. Wrapping a large hand around Gja-Tok, the black-iron great-axe he was so very fond of, Moghahk stepped forward and into the path of two of the little lizards. The first scrambled mid-stride to escape the colossal mass of muscle and flesh that he had found himself facing.

Curiosity passed Moghahk’s features, or perhaps it was a grimace, it was honestly extremely difficult to tell. Either way, the Geckan found itself being lifted by it’s skull to face height with the Orcish behemoth, squealing in distress and clawing at his thick fingers. Moghahk grunted.
“You wakin’ me early, I don’ like bein’ wakin’ early.” He rumbled, his voice thick and guttural as his teeth gnashed wetly. The second Geckan who had narrowly avoided smacking into his shin like a brick wall, chattered angrily and threw a javelin in protest.

Moghahk felt the blade sink into his leathery hide with a surprising amount of force for something so small. For a long moment it seemed like J’Darak was confused, possibly pondering something, again, very difficult to tell. At some point however his mind was made up and with a blood-curdling lizardish scream, the Geckan’s skull in his hand was crushed effortlessly with a deep crack and liquid smush.

The body was discarded to one side as Moghahk raised Gja-Tok into his blood covered grip, golden, beady eyes set upon the second Geckan, who by now was seriously regretting his decision. Before it had even a chance to turn and flee, the creature was cleaved cleanly in two by the heavy black blade of Moghahk’s axe, his two parts being flung against the far wall of the street. The sound of more angry chatting and squealing erupted behind him as a group of the small creatures advanced, some threw javelins which made very little impact as they hit his flesh, cut and then fell from his thick, leathery hide. Some fired their little darts which again, were rather ineffective even if some did break skin.

Moghahk shrugged it all off and moved with a lumbering grace you would expect from a creature made entirely of muscle, his axe was swung, ringing out as it impacted the stone cobble, breathing sparks and blood as another Geckan was cut in two, a second was pierced on the spike before the first’s torso hit the ground.
Panic ensued as he clobbered, cleaved, smashed and mauled little lizard people, two guards took advantage of the commotion to try and lead a group of citizens down a side alley shortly after Moghahk crushed the skull of a Geckan against a wall, they were not even worth keeping.

Many skittering legs and even more beady little eyes drew his attention from the slaughter however, when the large spider scaled down the side of a building, it’s posture screaming predator and it thought Moghahk was prey; cute. Rolling Gja-Tok in his hands, twirling the heavy head, J’Darak lowered into a stance and circled the creature leisurely, broad shoulders rolling, muscles flexing. Finally, something worthy.
The spider charged, rearing its legs and exposing its fangs, slamming down against the burly Orc, who jammed the haft of his axe beneath its fangs, struggling against the power and weight against him. With a jerk and a twist, he sent the spider tumbling to the side, following the motion with a heavy heft of his axe, before bringing it down with a solid, wet crunch. Ripping the axe from the creatures thorax, he moved towards the fangs, before grasping both in one hand and tearing them from its face, inspecting the trophies.

More screams down the street drew his attention and he saw; what looked like a small child and a tall human. Probably a sharp-ear. Disgusting, thought Moghahk, as he lumbered from the twitching corpse of the spider and down the street, trophies in hand towards the She-Elf and her child. He did pick up a snack on the way though, a Geckan who was running away from the two and right into his path. His teeth crunched through its skull, chewy and somewhat tough, not bad though.

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Gilabree Gandy | Angharad

 

[Wren]

Gilabree stuck close at the woman's heel, managing a string of luck that both kept her out of the way of the Lady Knight and out of immediate harm from their assailants. She marveled at the Knight's apparent strength and grace as geckan after geckan fell to her blade and boot and arrow. The halfling made quick work of knocking out those that had only been stunned - taking hold of a nearby piece of wood and using it to whop them on the head.

Unable to see the one who had stolen her book from her unfortunate vantage point, Gilee could only hope that it was still here and that the Lady would be successful in apprehending him. The book was very important! Too important to lose!

"Take shelter!"

A rain of poisoned arrows and spears shot out of the open windows and door of her shop. Taking cover beneath her makeshift weapon, she dove down the alley behind a stack of crates, tiny heart hammering. It was then, somewhat removed from the chaos of the immediate fight, that she was granted a chance to spy the rather large gentleman making his way down the road.

"Oh!" Gilabree piped, pulling herself up atop the crates to get a better view, "Kind Sir! Big Sir! Are you here to help? Help please!"

Angharad J'Darak Moghahk

 

[Urberus]

Galen clutched Doug's shoulder, steadying him. He too heard the thumps on the roof, even as the woman spoke. A chorus of chitinous chittering outside took the place of the hisses and screams.

"That? Nothing good."

He looked around, stomach fluttering. Seemed like he couldn't even take a piss anymore without cities falling apart while he'd got his trousers down. He'd always attracted trouble, but ever since he joined the College the trouble had taken a different form. But the solution, thankfully, stayed the same.

"We should run," he muttered.

 

[Angharad]

The smart geckans were the ones who fled to the safety of the shop. It was the slack jawed gawkers, the greedy, and the stupid who lingered in the street. They died mercifully swift deaths. Those not killed outright were brained by the halfling with her makeshift club.

She slammed against the wall of the neighbouring shop, gritting her teeth. The geckans were flinging everything they had in a futile effort to keep them back. Books and glassware sailed out with their more traditional weapons. She snarled a curse that would have made faces pale at any Falwood court, debating her next course of action.

She could hear the halfling piping up and her gaze followed hers. "Off the street!" she barked in Common, gesturing at the improvised fusillade the geckans had come up with. She winced as the orc bit into a fleeing geckan. Barbaric to a fault. Their kind disgusted her but at least they were on the way to enlightenment.

"There's more in there!"

Gilabree Gandy J'Darak Moghahk

 

[Douglas Haley]

Areck Slums
Interacting With Acillio Nazzaro │ Aurra │ Galen │ Samson Jadik
______________________

A nearby sailor simply shook his head as he stood from his seat and wiped what was left of the ale from his beard. He domineered over Galen and Douglas; likely toned and built up by the hard life of the sea, and with a heavy Cera At’Thullian accent he spoke;

“Where ya’ gonna run, kid?”, he said with a slow shake of his head, “Sit down, enjoy the rest of your drinks.”

With that, he walked up to the other massive figure, the one who blocked the door and offered him a heavy pat on the back. The two met their gaze, and with an unsaid realization and a nod, they moved towards the back of the Inn; heading upstairs for some unknown purpose. Their heavy-laden footsteps could be heard over the chaos bending the boards above their head as they disappeared.

Douglas on the other hand, quietly muttered something to himself as he desperately loosened the collar of his shirt, as if it would somehow allow him a bit more breath. His gaze glanced to Galen, then Acillio before blurring; the edges of his vision threatening to give way just as his knees had only moments before. A hand desperately moved to his satchel, where a few potions had become jumbled with all else he had managed to carry. In one, a vicious blue fluid swirled around, and his shaky hands desperately pulled the cork and drank what little it had before it slipped from his fingers.

Rubbing his eyes with his palms, he adjusted himself, letting go of Galen to put most of his weight on the table, letting the potion do its work. A mixture of a relaxing agent and a focusing element made it perfect for bringing himself back to the situation at hand, at least for the moment. Even if it did cost him some of his awareness and magical prowess, at least he wouldn’t be useless; a useful trait as the situation slowly began to make sense to him.

“I…”, he said quietly, “I think we should stay put. For the moment.”

Sniffling, he spoke once more to the whole tavern;

“Until we know what’s happening, I don’t think leaving is a good idea.”​

 

[The Herald]

Chaos was running through the city, delicious beautiful Chaos. The Naga knew it, she could scent the fear, the anger, the blood. It wafted through the air, and it seemed to all flow towards her. The Gem around her neck pulsed with power, radiating it, calling to the mages around her.

Fingers wrapped tightly around the staff in her hand, the Geckans seemed to swarm around her, pulling themselves away from their slaughter and moving to follow behind her.

The Spiders did almost the opposite. Though fewer in number, they continued their massacres and moved in an almost exacting path. Cloaked still by the fog those unocupied began to move towards centers of population. They hunted, they were predators, killers, and they were here for but one purpose.

Sow terror.

The largest of them all, a Queen perhaps, skittered and moved towards the bridges of Alliria. It's great spindly legs pressed into the cobbles. Something stuck to the underside of her belly, an odd organic clutch that seemed to pulse with life. Slowly the spider skittered, and the army rolled forward.

OOC:
-The Naga is moving towards the Keep, Geckans are starting to form up with her
-Spiders are heading towards where people have gathered
-One Large spider with an egg sack is moving towards the bridges

GOALS!
-Stop the Naga from attacking/taking the Keep. She has The Shattered Eye and is gonna do something really bad!
-Survive the spiders, for those of you at the Tavern this may become a problem.
-Maybe stop the very large spider with the Egg Sack, that could get bad.​

 

[J'Darak Moghahk]

It was a sight to behold, a she-elf and her child, hiding behind cover as a group of small lizards launched all manner of objects in their direction, Moghahk was even sure he saw a chair in the mix before it hit the cobbled street and shattered into wooden pieces. Unfortunately, either due to his size or their tenacity, the Geckans soon focused their throwing on him too, a saucer and a cup bouncing first off of his skull and then off of his shoulder, followed by a javelin he narrowly avoided.

"Oh!" Gilabree piped, pulling herself up atop the crates to get a better view, "Kind Sir! Big Sir! Are you here to help? Help please!"

"Off the street!"

Overwhelmed would have been a gross understatement, his rough features scrunched in distaste at the shouting and the sound of the numerous Geckans in their makeshift fortress, the street suddenly seemed very cramped, buildings reaching far up on both sides. Roaring in a sudden bout of rage, J'Darak flung the beheaded Geckan up towards a grouping of the little lizards in one of the left windows, sending them scattering as it smashed through the glass.
His fist bashed against his chest as more objects were dashed across the ground around him, saliva oozing from between his teeth, frothing at the corners of his mouth as his agitation turned to a more deep seated anger. As soon as he got close enough, all of them would be torn asunder. First though, he needed the help of the she-elf, she would make herself useful to Moghahk, or die trying. Either way suited him just fine.

Wrapping a burly arm around an axel of an over turned horse drawn cart, he dragged the wooden make-shift palisade along towards the two hiding by their building, offering a more sturdy cover for them to take shelter. Sweat coated his body, shimmering in the small amount of lamplight in the street, multiple darts -unknowingly poisoned to him- covered his left arm and shoulder and a few streams of blood ran down between the valleys of his extremely well defined muscles from the multiple javelin wounds he'd sustained.
It was clear, even if not to him, that the poison was taking effect, but he still seemed capable of fighting, for how long though was anyone's guess. Lowering to one knee and using his great-axe as a support, he looked between the she-elf and her child, gnashing and grinding his teeth.

"I want kill all of them, rip and tear with bite of Gja-Tok..." He gnashed, grumbling something in an Orcish dialect under his breath, his deep set eyes filled with thought, probably on how exactly he was going to do the rip and tearing, there was not too much ground between them and the Geckan fortress shop. "I will push..." He stated, slapping a hand against the under-side of the cart. "... Then we kill inside." He added, as though it was decided.

Angharad | Gilabree Gandy

 

[Raziel]

Galen Douglas Haley

"We could stay. 'long as that door is still there." Aurra agreed. Her voice carried a thick allirian street accent. "They won't spare a fucking guard to protect us out here if it gets bad."

Aurra shook her head. The only one of her boys around was on the ground. Stone dead with a foam slowly escaping from between his lips. No one left was going to listen to a small girl in a big cloak here. She canted her head to one side. That scratching continued. The people who knew her reputation only tended to meet her once they had done something to offend the Rutland family.

"There a cellar we can lock up?" she called towards the bar.

A young man with curly black hair nodded his head. "There's a tunnel under the road too. Opens up on the next street over."

Aurra nodded. The doors were probably barred and well hidden. Used for smuggling in ale without the city's tax men seeing a penny.

"I'll get the k..."

Something large and black flashed across the length of the room and buried the words that would have followed. Aurra's eyes went wide with his scream.

"Fuck," she mouthed.

The boy was suddenly surrounded by a cage of dancing legs. He tried to struggle before the light glinted off a pair of fangs that were sunk into the base of his neck.

Aurra found herself rooted to the spot by fear. The largest spider she had seen in her life was maybe the size of her palm. The thing trying to drag the waiter across the bar floor was larger than a fully grown man.

 

[Urberus]

Eyes wide with horror, Galen watched as a spider the size of a horse kneaded the curly haired boy's neck with its fangs. They glistened red in the tavern's lantern light.

Excited chittering sounded outside and the scrabbling against the doors and windows intensified.

"Run, run!"

Fear lurched into Galen's throat and he grabbed Doug by the shoulder. They could not stay here and pray for help. Galen grew up hoping someone would come along to save him. A few years on the streets knocked the notion out of him. Now he viewed any "saviors" with suspicion and wondered when the other shoe would drop.

The woman wasn't moving. Shit. What was her name?

"Lady, we have to go, the cellars. Acillio!"

 

[Angharad]

The orc seemed oblivious to the fact that he'd been poisoned. The geckans poison seemed to have done little to slow him. Their improvised missiles had even less effect. The brute showed his species talents now as he dragged the cart over towards them. The weight didn't seem to bother him and the thick wood functioned as a makeshift palisade, impervious to the any of the projectiles.

She gritted her teeth at having such an ally but nodded, "Fine, you push, then we kill them" she agreed. She gripped her sword tighter, preparing herself for the rush. She had no desire to suffer a poisoned wound. Filthy creatures, these scum had despoiled one of the gems of the civilised world. "On three. One, two, THREE!".




Gilabree Gandy J'Darak Moghahk

 

[Wren]

Ripping and tearing and killing and biting wasn't quite Gilee's modus operandi, but the effective nature of it in getting her book back was hardly something she could argue. Misty eyes scaled the heathen's great sloping stature, eyes wide not for his brutish appearance but for the wounds peppering his dark skin.

There wasn't time to comment nor fuss, already the Lady Knight was counting to three and the two of them began pushing. Gilabree rushed forward, balling her fists to protect the skin that was already torn from her previous fall, and mustered what effort she could. A valiant effort of a halfling, if ever there was one.

"Thank you Big Sir, thank you! Please watch for my book!"

When the pushing was done Gilee trotted back for her slab of wood and held it perched in her hands at the ready to whap and whallop whatever stragglers may come her way.

Angharad J'Darak Moghahk

 

[J'Darak Moghahk]

Moghahk responded to the halfling with a simple nod of acknowledgement. Look for a book, sure. He did not know human buildings very well, but he knew enough that there would be hundreds of books in most of them, so that was not an impossible task at all. With the she-elfs guidance on her count down, he heaved and pushed in one motion. The entire cart was shunted and dragged along the cobbled street, -the assistance of the halfling doing nothing really but amusing him despite the situation-, the clang and smack of various weapons being thrown at its well built structure were no threat to the group, even as it slammed into the front of the store.
His chest heaved and fell, sweat dripped from his heavy brows and the area around each wound he had sustained had grown a deeper shade of grey, thick, slightly murky blood oozing from each. He knew something was wrong, something was weakening him. Unfortunately for the Geckan however, he also knew he had a task; to kill each and every one of them.

Handing Gilabree a Geckan sword that had been thrown at them so carelessly, seeing it was roughly her size, he grunted low and gnashed his teeth. "I kill, you find book, go with Elf." He barked, turning to the edge of the cart where one of the larger smashed windows was located, he would fit far easier through there. Next he turned to the Elf, pointing a clawed finger up towards the balcony where most of the ranged attacks had originated from. "Elf, you kill up, I kill down." He reasoned, she seemed far lighter and more lithe than he. It made perfect sense, to him anyway.

Both hands gripped the shaft of Gja-Tok, the black blade being drawn to his forehead. Saliva drooled from his teeth, tinged with the familiar tint of red. "Broda uk kema, kaoks vesr aeuir besa." He drawled in his orcish tongue, slapping the blade to his skull. With that done, the black orc shook himself down, shoulders rolling. Pounding his chest in a series of heavy beats, he growled and grunted, head shaking, muscles in his back flexing, before he bellowed an almighty roar and lumbered from the safety of the cart.
Inside, the Geckan were not prepared for the enraged beast that was so suddenly upon them. The first two were dispatched by Gja-Tok, the blade striking true to eviscerate its victims with ease. The rest of the Geckan scattered deeper into the store, realising the brute and his weapon were too large to swing effectively. They threw their weapons, threw their cutlery and kitchenware, to no avail as Moghahk burst through a wooden display cabinet and swiped the far counter with his axe, leaving it buried into a beam of wood. Instead J'Darak used his hands, clobbering and smashing, ripping Geckan limb from limb, his teeth biting through scaled hide and bone with ease, any quick enough to avoid his blows were savagely hunted around the shop.

Moghahk had one thing on his mind; kill.

And kill he did.

Gilabree Gandy | Angharad

 

[Raziel]

Acillio Nazzaro Galen Douglas Haley

Lady, that was something she hadn't been called before. Her face had managed to find a shade even more pale than usual. It took some force to tear her gaze away from the spider but she managed it. A scratching from behind had her leap forwards. There was a flash off light from the stilleto that found its way into her hand, not that it would be much use against the spiders.

A pair of hair legs were pushing their way under the door. Tapping on the floor, feeling their way forward. With a sickened look on her face she stamped heavily on one.

"Cellar," she repeatedly quietly. Walking for the bar her eyes returned to the spider that seemed content to drag its prey away. Cries came from the back room and above, but Aurra only cared for her own skin right now.

She vaulted over the bar and grabbed the keys from a hook behind it. Quick as a flash she grabbed a half empty bottle off the bar and launched it at a new set of eyes that peered out at the room from the stairs. The glass shattered and whatever it was got covered in home-brewed spirits that could probably strip the enamel of an orc's tusk. Aurra knelt down to avoid behind a target for any more leaping arachnids, her long cloaks brushing the floor.

"Help me with the door!" she cried out desperately. There was a heavy metal ring at one end of the cellar door and it didn't budge when she pulled at it.

 

[Angharad]

The geckan squealed in defiance, its cries silenced as Angharad took its head off. Angharad stepped over its corpse, moving with calm grace. It was the geckans worst nightmare. Two giant warriors out of legend and myth come to destroy them. Those who fled towards the beast were torn limb from limb while the knight hacked down others where they stood.

It was too easy. Angharad almost felt pity for the beasts. Their weak blows glanced off her armour and she was tearing through them with lazy strikes. She felt like some type of ogre or troll, it was unfair to fight foes so small. One leapt at her from the counter with a shrill war cry. Angharad swung her arm and batted it out of the way, her armoured gauntlet smashing its face in.

Flames were licking along the floor from a smashed lantern. They'd torn through it with reckless abandon, looking for anything shiny or valuable.

Gilabree Gandy J'Darak Moghahk