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Lintha No. This, I do not like so much. Lintha keeps her position, but lowers herself into the water a little, taking some cover in the waves....but keeping her wings in place. She bobs a little, not caring how wet she gets. The water is her ally in this. She'll get the boats right up...

Lintha "The Captain says 'Sing!', but right now, I ask for silence." Lintha treads softly among her assault crew, looking each man in the eye, meeting each woman's gaze. Her voice is a rasping whisper, carrying over the air, demanding attention. "Launch the boats from the far side...

Lintha She speaks, the rasp of her voice carrying over the constant wasshh of the waves. "Succulent, and slow. We may need to strip the scales off of the meat, of course." She turns to Ufiya. "Violence of hand, or of tongue, captain? Blood in the water, or simply fear in the air? Do...

Lintha The Gunwale Peering over the edge, across the water, Lintha narrows her eyes. Is it a fat fish? Is it a slow fish? Is it good eating?

Iselsi Marinn Firing from the mists (where they hopefully cannot see him), Marinn looses a wickedly sharp, cruelly designed arrow, more to test the defences of these undead than to try to genuinely strike fear into them. He reckons there's a master waiting to show up. 3949 (base damage...

Iselsi Marinn Oh no, no no...cut the shit. Here and now, we are alive. Kill the enemy. Marinn skulks in the mist, picking targets. 3913

Iselsi Marinn Oh. Oh dear. I suspect that some bastard has been less than scrupulous about maintaining secrecy concerning our planned course. Moving quickly across the ship's deck, Marinn checks his bow and quiver. Well....we can...we can.... His hands shake, and he has to...

---> Sage Melanie, always the bravest or at least the most outspoken, looks the rather creepy old doll lady in the eye and nods. She's still clinging to Hood's jacket. "Pea'butter jelly? Can I'vea sandwich?"

All Passing through the gate is...interesting. The children cling to Hood and Red, and won't look at the sky or look around much. Hustling them across the garden and into the kitchen looks to be the best option. God knows what big Auntie Ogre Peg will think.

All The Hedge is dim, in shades of red and dusty gold. The storm passed, and left leaves tossed here and there, impaled on the thorns. However....with a little bloodyminded ness, the gate back out appears from beyond a curve in the path. Hard to know how long you've been gone, in the...

Lita The goblin merchant is still there, a little bemused. "I see you're fond of all kinds of lost things. I.....can perhaps lower my price a little?" His eye has a twinkle in it, and you get the sense that he's not fucking around. You do have a piece of lost, stolen jewelry on you...

Lita Regardless of how the deal was going, the children are....pretty quiet. There's a bundle of rough fur lying quivering in the big wolf-man's arms. Cute? Maybe? The little girl looks up at you with eyes that are simultaneously a hundred years old, and completely innocent. "I'm Melanie...

Lita While the arrival of the children is a little distracting, you do get the general sense that he's no more dishonest than you might expect.

Zach The...kid. Maybe. Probably? Sort of....anyway, into a snuffly dark fuzzed muzzle goes the fruit. The sniffling stops. Looking through the dark fur on the back of the little head, the wound looks a little less angry. The bleeding stops. I think that's as good as one fruit's going to...

Zach If you look at the child, well, head injuries can bleed a lot without being very major. The....child is conscious enough to cling to Red and whimper and cry for a while. Peeling the fruit will elicit some interest from the furry bundle. Red, Hood, Sackcloth You guys emerge back...

Red Melanie is crying now, clinging to Red's waist. Apparently having an adult who appears to care about them is having some kind of impact. She tags along as Red goes to check on the fallen wolf-child. It's a tangled, wretched mess, as much animal as human, but the blood flowing for its...

The Hunters The figure goes down and starts whining and crying. It's a high pitched wail. I suppose it's encouraging that it's conscious and able to draw breath for such a surprisingly loud noise. Melanie grabs around Red's waist, and Harte clings to Hood's legs. Both children are...

The Hunters With a rustle and a rising whine, the remaining lost wolf....child....thing flees, breaking away through the brush, never rising above knee height to you blokes. Melanie holds very tight to Red's paw, and mumbles, "I dunno who he was cos he din't know. He never talked."...

Red Melanie stumbles forward and takes your hand. She's hesitant, like she's not exactly sure what's going to happen now, but she's here. Lita "No, young lady, it most certainly does not. It does, however, pinch if you attempt to reclaim an item without the appropriate receipt."...

Red, Hood, Sackcloth Slowly, slowly, then quicker, Melanie comes out from behind the tree, and stumbles across to Red. She pauses just outside his reach, near Harte, and glances over to Hood before looking to Red again. "Can you take me home, Mister?"