Aurethius
Elder Member
--Wyld Hill--
Other than the unusual kneeling Warstrider and the Warstrider Archer, Broken Heron can clearly see the members of the Wyld Hunt assembled. Among the mortal archers and armored warriors, there are ten Dragon-Blooded.
On the hill, a particularly massive Earth Caste brushes the snow from his wide beard angrily. Get this under control dammit, we know they’re out there now. One of the bastards just hurled a tree at us using an Avalanche! Spotters, get me a damned target! The Urban Team had one of them sighted, have we triangulated a distance and direction yet? I want their location!!
A pair of Air Caste Dynasts in long blue robes, each wearing medallions with a symbol of an Eye on it, close their eyes and concentrate…
—Urban Team—
The aforementioned Urban Team, split now into two groups, begins receiving messages sent via Wind-Carried Words. The Fire Caste receiver of the team who had halted on the trail upon spotting Broken Heron jostles a comrade, who had been locked in deep meditation.
Ey, snap out of it Needles, tell us something useful already.
The Wood Caste in question eases out of an apparently difficult trance and glares at his comrade. Useful?! Certainly. My target is now standing on the left shoulder of one of our fabulously observant Warstriders… My guess is the Hollander, considering the fact that he was eyeballing the things’ cannon. He was holding something big, but I don’t know what.
The Fire Caste sighs, mentions something about ‘Nobody looks up these days’, and closes his eyes…
—Wyld Hill—
Back at the hill, the massive Earth Caste angles his head as if he’s listening to a distant sound, and then shrugs.
Bugger it, we lost em! Circle up on me men, get over here! Jillian Leth’terr, Stand Up!
From inside the helmet under Broken Heron's feet, a voice comes out... Aye, Sir.
To Broken Heron’s surprise, the strangle modeled Warstrider suddenly stands! Luckily for him, his enhanced ability to balance on even the most unstable of surfaces, (Graceful Crane Stance) wins through... He remains, completely unseen and motionless, standing on the head of the Warstrider.
The Earth Caste, watching from the corner of his eye, curses under his breath... I know he's there, but that didn't shake him...
Other than the unusual kneeling Warstrider and the Warstrider Archer, Broken Heron can clearly see the members of the Wyld Hunt assembled. Among the mortal archers and armored warriors, there are ten Dragon-Blooded.
On the hill, a particularly massive Earth Caste brushes the snow from his wide beard angrily. Get this under control dammit, we know they’re out there now. One of the bastards just hurled a tree at us using an Avalanche! Spotters, get me a damned target! The Urban Team had one of them sighted, have we triangulated a distance and direction yet? I want their location!!
A pair of Air Caste Dynasts in long blue robes, each wearing medallions with a symbol of an Eye on it, close their eyes and concentrate…
—Urban Team—
The aforementioned Urban Team, split now into two groups, begins receiving messages sent via Wind-Carried Words. The Fire Caste receiver of the team who had halted on the trail upon spotting Broken Heron jostles a comrade, who had been locked in deep meditation.
Ey, snap out of it Needles, tell us something useful already.
The Wood Caste in question eases out of an apparently difficult trance and glares at his comrade. Useful?! Certainly. My target is now standing on the left shoulder of one of our fabulously observant Warstriders… My guess is the Hollander, considering the fact that he was eyeballing the things’ cannon. He was holding something big, but I don’t know what.
The Fire Caste sighs, mentions something about ‘Nobody looks up these days’, and closes his eyes…
—Wyld Hill—
Back at the hill, the massive Earth Caste angles his head as if he’s listening to a distant sound, and then shrugs.
Bugger it, we lost em! Circle up on me men, get over here! Jillian Leth’terr, Stand Up!
From inside the helmet under Broken Heron's feet, a voice comes out... Aye, Sir.
To Broken Heron’s surprise, the strangle modeled Warstrider suddenly stands! Luckily for him, his enhanced ability to balance on even the most unstable of surfaces, (Graceful Crane Stance) wins through... He remains, completely unseen and motionless, standing on the head of the Warstrider.
The Earth Caste, watching from the corner of his eye, curses under his breath... I know he's there, but that didn't shake him...