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[Jet]

Lucien

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Lucian paced when acutely annoying employees exchanged vapid words, tuning them out until the wounded group approached, covered in blood. Lucien snapped from thoughts when they approached, screaming "Vanessa!" as eyes popped, and rushing to meet them he bemoaned "Why are you wounded? Richard will have a meltdown!"

Marching through members who surrounded Vanessa, Lucien barked "Get back you fools" before examining her wound. A solemn moment passed as blood gushed, and soon the teacher concluded "An artery's been clipped, I can slow hemorrhaging but we need a doctor soon dammit... and who did this anyway? Were you mugged? How did this happen? You people are supposed to protect her!"

Somehow conscious, Vanessa heard him speak and whispered "Inquisition.... master mage... ambushed... we're.... we're wanted"

Lucien winced when she mentioned the masters. He always expected church intervention, but now? When the group was months away? He was shocked and worried, knowing how dangerous masters were. Even together the group was outclassed — unless the cube worked when tested, but who could say for sure?

Lucien wondered about the device for a moment, before focus turned to Vanessa. Extending hands her way, Lucien elevated the woman using gravitational control. Walking to the wagon with Vanessa behind him, the academic breathed deep and reversed gravity once more, clearing equipment from the cart.

"You're not going on the ground.... not like some common soldier" he murmured, placing Vanessa down upon the wagon, and seconds later unconsciousness took her. Lucien looked down with great sadness, and compassion welled when he thought 'Good... she won't feel this'

Then he compressed air around her wound. The pressure was tremendous and damaged muscles, but her bleeding was slowed. For now Vanessa would survive.

Ayana
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Ayana hummed when she plucked leaves from maple branches with her teeth. Centos plants were crunchy but lacked sweetness, good thing she was making medicine instead of dinner.

Chewing away, she dangled feet from above and looked across the street, seeing mission members speak. The new people looked interesting and Ayana wondered who they were when she dropped down, collecting leaves from every street-side plant she came across. Soon she had two hamster-cheek pockets containing chewed plant spheres, and both had various contents to provide diverse healing properties.

The ointment was ready.

Approaching the group, Ayana looked between Vanessa and Lucien. The woman looked dead-pale and was the primary focus! But Lucien shooed Ayana when she approached and grumbled "I'll be the one handling her treatment nymph" the huntress soured hearing the word nymph. The term was insulting and she pegged Lucian an asshole when she turned away angry. She would take revenge when times were less serious.

Looking around the group, the dancer was the next medical priority and patient! "Mhmmm mhhmm mhm mhmm mm mhmmm" she mumbled his way, communicating through a packed mouthful. Assuming his consent after speaking, the huntress removed a sphere and slapped the disgusting medicine over his wound! "The leaves have acids that mix with our enzymes! It makes a compound that kills corruption" she explained, speaking clear without her entire mouth filled.

Ayana was sure the dancer would be ecstatic, the treatment was never done for humans! Kiel was among several hundred who could say 'an elven spitball was used on me'

Quite the honor really, and she planned on blessing Liam too. She could see blood running across his scale-armor when he approached from range, and chewed her other sphere with anticipation.

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[RedLeftHand36]

Sir Erik the Tall

The soft yet resonant thudding of heavy leather boots and the clacking of secure metal plating offered Erik very little in the way of staying quiet, but the chaos of it all made it unlikely to be much of a problem. He had essentially let loose a bomb on the Inquisition dogs, but considering the maelstrom of magic, it was just as unlikely that it did much more than offer Erik and the others a moment to escape. Well, most of them. He was uncertain about the one mountainfolk fella, but frankly, if that one simply stayed to fight, it was one funeral the grizzled soldier wouldn't exactly cry at. He could only have so much pity for the stupid. Meanwhile he had other things to worry about as he made his way back to the lodge. He didn't expect to find anyone from before, in honesty, but it was best to make sure no one was left behind. He remembered from years back how important making sure everyone was alive could be. The less number of losses, the higher chance of victory... and currently, he was fighting a battle in which he was vastly outnumbered. Every living body would be needed. Bursting through the lodge door, he took quick note, only to find it lacking. Not just in the people he was looking for, but people in general. He wasn't sure if this was because of the red-clad Inquisition or not, but he had to move quickly, and so he made his way towards the next group's original location. But first, it was best to mount up.

He had to move back from his intended path, but when Erik had jogged his way towards his steed Vortigern, he was quite relieved. The horse had seen its fair share of violence, and wasn't too easily spooked. And not to mention the voice in the back of his mind that had been wondering of the war horse had been taken by the Inquisition, or worse. But there was no time for tender moments. Apologetically patting Vortigern on the side of the neck for the rush, Erik stabbed his sword into the shallow of the ground inside the stables before taking mount, somewhat struggling to saddle up as quickly as he could before pulling his blade from the earth, tightly clasping it in his right hand for the moment being. If Erik had been a normal man, wielding such a massive sword in one hand would have been a horrible idea. But Erik was perhaps among the physically strongest of normal humans in the entire realm. It was practically required for the so-named Giant of the Marsh Gates. There was a reputation to live up to.

With a cry like a bolt of lightning crashing into a mountain, Erik ushered his massive draught horse forth at great speed that one would attribute to particularly long and particularly powerful legs. Vortigern may not have been the fastest horse alive, but he was certainly the fastest horse to carry such great weight upon his back. The thunderous roar of hoofs on stone that sometimes broke from the sheer force, and occasionally the drawn greatsword would scrape the ground or clash and cut into bits of architecture and other inconvenient objects, sometimes slashing through various sign-posts to clear headroom for the mountainous rider.

First up was the central market. There were less signs of a scuffle than he expected, but this was good. At least he hoped. He knew the two rogues he had interacted with earlier were in this group, and they seemed slippery enough to escape and noble enough to help their comrades out. Loveable rogues. A cliche that made him smrik and chuckle while he cringed at the same time. He had pulled Vortigern back for a moment to take a moment's observation before deciding to continue on his way, once again bolting through the streets on his gargantuan steed. Next stop wasn't far from the North Gates, but in the consideration of their task, he would be rather shocked, and frankly quite furious, if they hadn't already escaped. Scorch marks like lightning strikes dotted the area, and the ground and various roofings had been struck in, but there was more than that. A smell. A very familiar smell, faint as it was in the mild breeze, but his nose was keen, and the smell was distinct: Burnt flesh. Was theirs or his? He would have to find out later. There was one more place to check. The place where the little bird had headed off to smelt just as Erik expected, and it was hard to discern anything. There wasn't much of anything to tell him what had happened, and despite spending a moment to make sure he wasn't missing anything, there seemed to be nothing proper he could work with to track things down. It was time to head to the gates. He brought Vortigern once more to a sprint, nearing the nearby castle before taking a sharp turn down a narrow alley, and then heading down a main road. The street was somewhat more crowded than many of the other areas he had been to during this moment of conflict, and so he slowed down so as not to trample anyone, and sheathed his sword into his back scabbard. But it wasn't long before he spotted a familiar head standing above the rest of the people here. It was the mountainfolk woman. Putting Vortigern to a fast trot, it was a moment before he was able to catch up to her, as well as the rogues and the woman with draconic features, offering a grunt like rolling thunder to bring his steed to a slow pace before addressing them.

"I'd assume you've been met with the red dogs of the Inquisition as well, eh? I've swept close to the wall, and it seems safe to say we've all been ambushed... obvious as the statement is by now. Any of ye bumped into others?"

 

[EldridSmith]

When Liam reached the shore after swimming towards the gate they were all going to meet at he was gasping in pain, the salt water in his open wounds was excruciating. However he continued to press on to the gate where he arrived, the pain had reduced some that he was out of the water... until the water started evaporating leaving behind granules of salt that agitated the wound as they dehydrated, killing a majority of bacteria... but it began to affect some of his cells as well. He saw people getting treated and frantically looked around for a doctor before spotting the tiny wood elf. "H-H-Hey... c-can you help with my w-wounds?" He timidly asked her.
Jet

 

[Taigakitt]

Yo Saiwa​

The sound of chasing footsteps seemed to fade, seemingly from something Gwendolyn must of done. That calmed Yo's frayed nerves slightly.

Looking in the north, and even a little south of the port, smoke was billowing into the sky. As her thoughts raced about the others that joined the mission, a strange voice called out. They sounded relieved, and like she recognized someone. Golden eyes looked at the large woman who approached them. She vaguely remembered who she was, remembering seeing a glimpse of her at breakfast.

Well, with someone so battle-hardened seeming to join them, Yo was feeling a lot more calm. Though, she couldn't help but notice the stray cuts and burns on the woman. That confirmed to her that the other groups had to have been hit for sure.

Leone had taken up conversation with the large woman, whose name she learned was Freya. Not wanting to stop too long, she moved forward, gently tapping everyone's shoulders to follow. Just as she was at the front, a scary, booming voice stopped her in her tracks.

She glanced behind her, seeing his large... everything- sword, horse, stature. He was terrifying. Nevertheless, she answered, "Just met up with her-" she nodded over to Freya "-but Liam went into the sewers."

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[Lost Echo]

Kuma had to take a moment at the man’s fawning over the wounded girl. Excellent. Evidently he knew what the hell was going on. A conscious person to question would be more helpful. An eye lowered to the fluid soaked into her shirt. How could one body produce this much? Though Nezumi did bleed, it had never been like this. Why would their bodies keep producing so much? It was unnecessary. And weird. And making her itch. Without thought, she pulled her the offending cloth up, revealing her smooth blue torso. There were nicks along her skin and one slice, it’s mirror in the shirt she held up, was about an inch deep, but slowly the flesh was filling in. It did not bother her, so she was not putting much energy to it.

Shaking her head at the white linen stained red, she dropped it. Her skin hardened once more, growing rough to the touch beneath the blood. The less that touched her directly, the less itch. She hoped. Forcing herself to focus on the others around her, she glanced over those she fought with. The elf seemed to be caring for the pale male. She found no issue with the use of saliva, her own could often be used in many reactions. And she kept some beasts’ saliva just for that.

The snake was...very beat up. Kuma reached out to Nezumi, asking just who the larger prey was. Her response of predator did not seem very accurate looking at him now. He was obviously going to the skilled one, so Kuma let him be. She wouldn’t risk going to the old man herself. Whatever magic he seemed to be doing was elemental. Unless he was guiding the fluids back into her body--far too much of which she had on her shirt--she could not see how he’d be helpful.

Her focus shifted to the knight, though one stayed on each beast. The girls looked toward him, and she could tell by his adornments that he was of importance. So it was to him that she asked, “Do you perhaps know what’s going on? This Clive Bean seems to have left parts out in his recruitment speech last night.”

Anne Boolean

 

[Sarahspn]

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As Rose looked around the barrels, she faintly heard Jane yelling. She wanted to see what was happening but all of a sudden, a child appeared from behind the edge of the nearby building. Oh, It’s just a little girl. Watching as the girl dramatically struck a pose and chanted her title, Rose stifled a laugh. Cute. The ‘Winged Assassin’ called upon the power of the rifts and a gentle breeze blew the pirate's red hair into her face. Tucking those strands behind her ear she gave the girl a smile. “Hi, I’m Rose. Are you lost?” She introduced herself, taking a step towards the blue-haired girl.

Jane froze, unsure what to do. She looked at the woman in Kuma's hands and the burns across Kiel and Ayana's body in horror. She’s seen many wounded patrons in her lifetime but Whaleshell Port was supposed to be a peaceful town. She was confused more than she was shocked. “W-What happened?” Were the only words she could muster. For the first time ever, the spunky and talkative sister was speechless. She heard a deep voice come from Amalia, instructing her to grab blankets for the strangers.

Jane couldn’t move and quickly looked around for her sister. She couldn’t find her and bit her lip. She was terrified and her fear only got worse as she spotted a half-snake person slowly approach their group. He practically looked dead. Lucian pushed past her, quickly walking towards the woman in the arms of the blue-skinned person. Jane's mind was frantic, focusing on too many things at once. She wanted to help everyone but she wasn’t a medic or did she know much about medical things. That was Rose’s territory.

Attempting to bring herself back to reality, she forced her legs to move. Quickly making her way over to Stone, she helped gather blankets “Uh, Stone. What happened to them and how can we possibly help? I mean they’re practically half dead!” She whisper-yelled to the cat, grabbing a blanket or two.

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Gwendolyn nodded as Leóne talked of Liam’s escape, biting her lip. She didn’t speak to the snake man much but she still cared for him. Taking her eyes off the billowing smoke, she focused on the road ahead. As they walked, she caught a glimpse of familiar blonde hair in the nearby crowd. Glancing over, she saw their companion, Freya. “Freya! Thank the gods!” She said, relieved that one of her favorite drinking partners was safe. Once Leóne asked his questions, Gwen asked hers. “Where’s Bjorn?” She asked, concerned for the whereabouts of Freya’s husband.

She felt Yo tap her shoulder and gave the dragon-woman a nod, continuing to walk in order to put distance between them and the inquisition soldiers. Following behind Yo, she heard a booming voice. She looked ahead and saw the tank of a human known as Erik. “Yes, we were attacked. We haven’t met up with anyone other than Freya and yourself. Thankfully, we escaped but we have to get to the gates as soon as possible.” Gwen said to him as they got closer to the giant man and his equally giant steed.

Taigakitt Jet RedLeftHand36

 

[BriiAngelic]

• Roland Marek || Savanna Elven Street Kid

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  Tags:
  Lyeve ( Aelia Aeldyne ) Obsidian ( Anne Boolean ) Lorrin ( Pik ) Richard (GM NPC) Guards ( Taigakitt )
  

  ~ Meeting Spot ~
  With You || Roland's CS File
  
  Escaping was easier than he expected. Honestly, he wasn’t sure why the girl didn’t pursue them, it's what he would have done had the tables been flipped. He could feel his own breath coming harder, when he got Richard out of harm's way he may have wound up breathing in a lot of the smoke coming off the fire, plus the whole shop went up in smoke and flames. Typically it wouldn't matter much to him but typically he wasn’t running for his life after being smoked out.
  
  He was at least glad that he’d stuck by Lorrin since his own darts were no good at a far range. Honestly if he was going to be hunted down by the church now might be the time to try to learn some archery considering he’d had someone certainly capable enough at their side. He fell back a bit in the group and shouted at Lorrin before giving them some cover.
  
  “Keep going I have an idea!”
  
  Luckily they were not far from the docks. He tipped over every barrel he could as he watched plenty of slimy creatures fall out, the perfect falling conditions for the guards chasing them. Got’em. Two or there slipped on the piles of fish but that’s all he needed soon they were toppling over each other in their heavy red armors.
  
  “HEY”
  
  He ignored the yells of the irritated shopkeepers. The church would repay them for the wares destroyed by their big feet. He jogged forwards and caught back up with Richard who smartly kept running. Had to keep the meal ticket alive after all. He sped up and soared past both Richard and Lyeve who were taking up the front. He ran nearly into the others at the meeting point.
  
  “AND SAFE!”
  
  He let out a little cheer as he wound up coming in first from their group. He started to look around recognizing some familiar faces but became distraught when he didn’t see the one face he was hoping to really find. Where was Helena? He couldn’t lose her, and more than eighty percent of the people who signed up at the bar were here. He couldn’t remember, who did she leave with?
  
  “Where’s… Where’s medical?”
  

 

[BriiAngelic]

• Helena Lis || Human War Cleric

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  Tags:
  Valtaari ( The Regal Rper ) Pozou ( Arcanist ) Saalzar ( Aelia Aeldyne ) Pelea ( OrWangatan ) The Ninth Master Mage
  
  

  ~ In Route To Meeting Point ~
  Let Go || Helena's CS File
  
  She was dragged up to a rooftop. Considering the Master Mage was firing off explosions in the air she failed to see where this was considered a smart idea. She looked down and that was an immediate regret. She didn’t need to be looking down at how far she’d fall. She was already going to be weighed down by the mass of her hidden weapons she didn’t need fear making her ready to fall as well.
  
  When compared to a bird, a rogue, and a mass of muscle she didn’t quite compare in the climbing and jumping front. Still it wasn’t like she intended to be captured trying to climb back down so with a leap she jumped from one roof to the other with only minimal stumbling. One day she’d pay him back for forcing her up the literal walls with all of her finery.
  
  “You know, I do appreciate your belief in me Sir Val but I must say I do wish you wouldn’t. I would not have looked at our group and assumed that we were the types to take a stroll jumping from rafter to rafter.”
  
  She spoke as she continued getting steadier and steadier with each jump. Still her hands were cut up as she caught herself anytime she had a near miss. They didn’t have time to worry about any bruises right now and she made it clear with the determination shining through her eyes. She would make it there and she would find Roland, church be damned she wasn’t letting her child go.
  
  “We gotta lose him! He’s still on our tail. Any bright ideas here guys?”
  
  Yet this Master Mage wasn’t letting up either as she felt another explosion rock the air above. She fell upon the rooftop scraping her knees as the energy created a shockwave. She stood as fast as she could and forced herself forwards but still caught someone familiar looking out of the corner. Wait wasn't Pozou in front of her? She stopped and turned. Oh he was right on her tail.
  
  "HEY QUETZOLA GIRL WATCH OUT!"
  
  

 

[Taigakitt]

Freya Hamrammr​

Freya took the hint from Yo easily enough, going for a walk and talk. She answered Leone and Gwen's concerned question, "Bjorn is a strong man, he knows where we were meeting. I was attempting to find Pelea, cause she was flying off somewhere in this direction. Erik-" her sapphire gaze flashed to the horse coming up to them, "-is here."

Erik began speaking with the others. Considering they were in the same group, she didn't necessarily need to answer him. Though, his steed seemed quite fast, and he had managed to get an idea on where everyone was, for the most part. Relieved, Freya continued in the direction of the Eastern Gate, keeping a careful eye on potential threats.

She wasn't sure how to feel about the fact that they had to flee a fight. It didn't happen often in her life, but she wasn't dumb. There just were times where one had to acknowledge that they were outmatched and skedaddle out of the way. Erik had made that decision easy back there, what with the rolling bomb. She was excited to get to the gate, to hopefully see Bjorn waiting for her and to get some rest. She was starting to feel the sting of her wounds, though they weren't a hindrance. She would be fine without treatment as most of her burns and cuts were mere flesh wounds.

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[Taigakitt]

Stone ???

The urgency from Amalia urged Stone to react, along with Jane. It seemed she had some capability that he had been unaware of. He himself had no magic in the art of healing, so retrieving blankets seemed like a good idea to him.

Lucian the asshole also seemed to know one of the wounded as he barged his way through everyone to grab her, mentioning a "Richard," though he could have sworn he said his partner was Clive Bean? Eh. Oh well. Small details. Richard probably needed to keep certain appearances. Keeping to himself, Stone went with Jane to gather some blankets from the wagon. He climbed into it to do so. He wondered slightly what must have occurred to this group, and it seemed to be growing by the minute. If Lucian knew the one woman, then this group must have been who they were waiting for.

His ears flickered when he heard Lucian making his way over to the wagon. Quickly, he stepped out, only assuming what Lucian was doing. Stone had laid a couple blankets down for Vanessa before Lucian made it.

Leaving them to it, his eyes got a glance of a forest elf, cheeks full of something. With all of the wounded, he figured she must have had something to help out. Or she was part squirrel. His nose scrunched at what she had done to the desert dweller.

A large snake man had then approached, seeming to recognize the forest elf, and asked for help. Geez, this party was big. Now he wondered if they had enough supplies... He mused... They would have gone on a supply run before leaving, much like how Stone and the others had, but if they were attacked, it seems that many of the supplies hadn't come.

Jane grabbed his attention, and Stone responded, "I feel the best we can do in this situation is to stay out of the medically trained people's way. I will go look after Rose." He half-bowed to her as he patted her head, going in the direction of Rose.

Going in that direction, he could see Rose conversing with a child. His eyes narrowed, looking at the blue-haired girl, then deemed her harmless. It seemed Rose had everything covered, but nonetheless, spoke out to her, "Rose, Jane is worried about you."

After that, Stone took advantage of the craziness to check their immediate surroundings. After all, who else would be making sure no surprise attacks landed on them while everyone was concerned about the injured? His scouting caused him to miss the new arrivals, not that he would have known they were part of the mission as well. Just in case, Stone used his magic to hide himself as he scouted.

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[Anne Boolean]

Amalia Winters Obsidian Kiel Shan​

Despite the rude tone Lucien took with her, Amalia let him take Vanessa. She watched as the supplies were cast off of the cart with what appeared to be some gravity-defying magic, and only let her eyes drift away when the man began working on the young woman's wounds. The rest of the party seemed to be trying to help the new arrivals as well, or at least trying to figure out what had just taken place. Nearby, she noticed a small elven woman and a tall pale man dressed in garb that was common among desert-dwelling woman. She couldn't help but let out soft sigh as envy flared in her upon seeing how well he could pull it off. The feeling didn't last very long though, and was replaced by surprise when the elven woman spat out a bundle of leaves and pressed it onto a wound the man had on his thigh. Amalia had known about some creatures' saliva having medicinal properties but had never seen it actually being used before.

Her attention was taken away from the duo when another one of the newcomers approached her and asked about what was happening. "Sadly I'm certain I know even less than you," Amalia responded with a shrug, though it was most likely hidden under the bulk of her armor. She noticed the stress the woman put on the man's name, though wasn't quite sure of the implications behind it. "We just arrived here, and were waiting for all of you to show up. I assume you were recruited by Mr. Bean? Where is he? What happened to you to cause so many casualties?"

Kiel, who was more so concerned about Vanessa being treated than about how his leg was doing, was caught by surprise when he felt something warm and wet stick onto his wound. He jumped a bit from the surprise as well as the stinging it brought on before looking down to see the small elven woman had slapped some wet bundle of leaves on his leg. He also noticed that Ayana's cheeks were now empty, remembering that her mouth had been full moments ago with the leaves she had been collecting and chewing on their way here. He cringed slightly and held back an expression of disgust in order to be polite. He hadn't concerned himself too much about her reasoning for her odd behavior during their getaway, as he was more concerned about them simply staying alive, but now realized that this was some strange concoction from her culture that was meant to be medicinal. Or she was trying to poison and kill him, although that seemed unlikely with how supportive and optimistic she was previously about his recovery.

"Er... is this supposed to help the wound heal...?" Kiel asked.

Meanwhile, while making her escape along with the others who were ambushed at the lodge, Obsidian had planned on making a wall of stone to block off the pursuing guards. Instead though, the little elf boy went ahead to cause more chaos in the form of barrels kicked over and their slippery contents spilling out. Though the shopkeepers to whom the barrels belonged voiced complaints, this tactic did manage to stop the pursuing knights, who were now laying in a pile of their comrades and whatever slop coated the ground. The self-proclaimed golem felt causing trouble for these people went against her purpose, but found solace in the fact that she would live to see another day. Besides, it was not nearly as bad as what the archer had done.

It wasn't much longer until they arrived at the rendezvous point. While Roland cheered, Obsidian took a moment to catch her breath before looking up at the faces of people gathered there, all that she hadn't really seen prior. From the looks of it many of them went through something similar, although their escapes hadn't been nearly as smooth. Her head then turned to the leader of this expedition, Clive Bean, or rather as the little girl had called him, Richard Wagner.

"What happened back there?" she asked.

Jet Lost Echo

 

[Taigakitt]

?~ * The Winged Assassin * ~?
Involved: Sarahspn ​

The blue-hair girl gasped dramatically, hand covering her mouth, when her "victim" didn't seem phased at all. And in fact, was asking if she was lost.

She threw her hands up, "Beings of Darkness don't get lost!" Though as she said that, her eyes welled up with tears. She sniffled.

"I'm j-just... fighting my enemies far outside my territory!" She nodded resolutely, though she couldn't necessarily stop the tears on her face, her mouth set into a strained, forced smile.

"Now, why didn't you fall!" She heard someone call for Rose, but she chose to ignore them.

 

[OrWangatan]

Pelea Artith​

Adrenaline pulsed through her body as she forced herself to fly faster. On top of the gut wrenching worry she had for her brother, she now had multiple mages tailing her. One was sending constant blasts of arcane air, to try and throw her off, while the other shot small and precise blasts of fire at her. Pelea had a hard time keeping ahead. She had always thought herself to agile by Quetzola standards, but the number of times that the flames came close to singeing her feathers was more than she'd care to admit. The only coordinated thought that hammered in her head was "Find Pozou, find Pozou, find Pozou..." She flapped her wings to the steady drum of that thought. Pelea didn't know how she would manage if something happened to him. Pelea started gaining altitude. The higher up she got, the easier it would be to dodge the incoming torches, and the harder it would be for that first mage to unbalance her.

Once she was at a measurable height, Pelea started scanning the chaos underneath. Several other battles were happening. Her brother was in danger. The streets were covered in red cloaked figures and fleeing civilians. She focused. Quetzolas usually have very good eyesight, especially at high altitudes. Her eyes scanned the streets, trying to pick out the stupid silhouette of her stupid brother. The movement of brown and tan feathers caught the corner of her eye. It was Pozou! And it looked like he was looking for her! The weight of a mountain was lifted off of her chest as she let out a sigh. "Aww. He does love me."

Part of her wanted to take this as an opportunity to scare her brother again, but she was smart enough to consider the trauma of the day and thought otherwise. To give her the best chance of being seen, and to give him the best chance of not fainting in fear, Pelea decided it was best to head to the meeting spot, the spot Pelea had assumed her brother was heading towards. Nodding her head in affirmation, the bird began to dive down.

The Quetzola was so focused on her dive that she hardly noticed the "WATCH OUT!" that came from a teammate. The resounding BOOM hit her and made her ears ring. She tried to steer herself into an air current but she was constantly confused with the bombardment. Pelea was about 30 feet from the ground and still flailing in the air, trying to catch the wind. Pelea was about 20 feet from the ground and had barely managed to straighten herself out. By 15, the shockwave of another boom pushed her against the side of a building and she fell the rest of the way.

Arcanist BriiAngelic Jet

 

[Jet]

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'Fantastic, the extortionist is here' Leone mused, annoyed when the mercenary spoke. The impression from yesterday soured the meeting today, like aged wine below southern suns. The rogue harbored great distaste when speaking about racketeers and extortionists, but he shoveled emotions away when moving through the market. The group needed to stay focused. His only reveal was a glance to Gwen that communicated 'great, Erik is here again' but he showed nothing more. Leone was mature enough to understand 'time and place' and looked between the others with absolute composure.

"I hope that Quetzola is okay.... they're renowned for speed so he should be fine" he mentioned to Freya, before answering the armored man with "Aye we were ambushed too... by a grandmother who could level a castle. Her goons are somewhere behind us, but she gave up the chase... from boredom if I had to guess!" he went, looking between both newcomers as the group approached market-ends. Here the boulevard narrowed down, becoming a claustrophobic squeeze. Merchants stacked on merchants — who were stacked on merchants — and locals moved shoulder to shoulder through narrow pathways, cut between temporary tent stores.

Most temporary salesmen moved southern wares, brought through port and customs. Below brown canvas covers, they advertised overpriced curved blades and weaved armors made from strong grassland reeds. They made southern foods sound divine, and many more exotic products too. Each merchant shouted over the next, creating a generic chorus of —

"Legendary Almas craftsmanship...."

"Finest southern swords...."

"Exotic fruits never before seen...."

"The miracles of Almas medicine...."

"The best rugs on earth are Almas..."

The screams were tremendous, battering eardrums as the group moved through mobs. And when narrow pathways pushed them close, Leone gently placed his arm around Gwen's waist with a small smile. He was comfortable now that enemy troops were gone, and criminal pride mounted. It was an emotional mix best-described as 'wow we got away with some crazy shit huh?'

Compared to snatching pouches at a champion lodge, escaping troops was an awesome rush, and soaring high Leone declared "I don't think they're gonna find us in this mess, we made it for sure. And if those psychos are after us already, it must mean we're onto something with this mission eh?"

Sarahspn Taigakitt RedLeftHand36

 

[RedLeftHand36]

Sir Erik the Tall

Erik stayed his gaze alert from beneath the visor of his helm, slowly surveying his surroundings as as he listened to the reports. People seemed more scattered than he was initially expecting, but that might be just as good as it could be bad. But that they hadn't really bumped into anyone else so far was a bit disconcerting. The one called Liam, though... lovely. Nothing better to describe was who than with names. He had some bit of mind to say something along the lines of 'Ah, yes, Liam. Definitely a person that I know who I would definitely remember just by their name.' as mockingly as he could, but he thought better of it. This wasn't the time to be so derisive, nor was there time for such aloofness, something that apparently not everyone in the group realized.

"Aye we were ambushed too... by a grandmother who could level a castle. Her goons are somewhere behind us, but she gave up the chase... from boredom if I had to guess! I don't think they're gonna find us in this mess, we made it for sure. And if those psychos are after us already, it must mean we're onto something with this mission eh?"

It made Erik's right eye twitch violently. Not only the words, but the tone.

"The Order Inquisitorium. Or whatever the hell they're called. In case you couldn't already tell, we're not exactly just being harassed by some mere thugs. Don't let your guard drop this early in the war we've mucked ourselves into. But aye, they wouldn't be so hellbent on putting us down if they didn't know something we don't... a question for our mutual benefactor to answer, and answer he will. But first we need to regroup. I'll need to see who might already be at the gate, and then take the capable with me to secure the stragglers. I don't plan to lose any soldiers this early on."

Taking a moment, Erik unlatched and took off his helm for the moment being, hugging it in the chainmail and leather coated pit of his left arm as he wiped the sweat from his temple and the spittle from his beard. Despite his face never appearing uncontorted from being a scowl, he certainly appeared disticntly furious. And he was. It was purely the instinct of a captain, a feeling of responsibility for the lives of these people who had suddenly been thrust into an incredibly dangerous situation. And it seemed quite unlikely that the Inquisition dogs would simply let any of them go if they merely promised not to look for the supposed 'Well of Wishes'. He hated the riduclousness of the situation far more than anything. A fucking wish-granting well? Of all dumb stories to possibly be true, it had to be one of the most insipid and idiotic stories. And because of something that mere children would do, now they were being hunted by a Holy Order.

Who'd have thought?

 

[Taigakitt]

Yo Saiwa​

So the large, intimidating monster of a man was named Erik. She doubted he cared to know her name, and honestly, now wasn't the time for introductions. Once she felt they were safe, she would approach him in a more introductory fashion.

Yo was afraid to get lost in the crowds. She wasn't necessarily tall, so looking out into a sea of wandering heads wouldn't be possible unless she was up on the roof. Considering she was afraid to get lost, even with Erik on his horse, she still grabbed Gwen's hand again, hoping that would be okay with her. She shot an apologetic smile in her direction just in case.

All of the wares surrounding them intrigued her greatly, and she wished she had more time to stop and shop. She only got a small look at Whaleshale Port's merchants when they were shopping for food. Maybe another day she would return to this port.

It was then that Leone grabbed Gwen around the waist, and now she felt awkward on the other side of Gwen. Buuut she didn't know Freya or Erik enough to attempt following them. If anything, if the other woman didn't want Yo holding onto her, Yo would hope she would make it known.

She looked over at Leone after his words, "I think we should still be careful, just in case. But it seems promising considering." She flinched at Erik's harsh words flavored with anger. He spoke truth, and he seemed intent on protecting everyone, but he still kind of frightened her.

Pretty soon, she could see a break in the crowd of people, assumably arriving to the gate. Her golden gaze swiftly looked around, trying to spot anyone she recognized.

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[Lost Echo]

Kuma’s lips pressed together, nearly seeming to seal at the knight’s response. The eyes behind her surveyed the wagon. She could not see within, but as the daughter obviously knew the older man, he likely was this group’s recruiter. It seemed logical they would be just as clueless. Wouldn’t want the cannon fodder to think after all. Still, it made her wary at how safe they would be here. Yes, they were outside of the city proper, but nothing she heard of the Inquisition that walls or barriers limited them. Where were these people--her eyes looked for the beast again--recruited? Was it outside of their reach? Was it just chance that they were unassailed? Or was it likely the Wagners, for it was unlikely the girl was acknowledged but not named after her father.

She nodded to the human’s questions, but answered aloud after the first, “I do not know where he is. He remained at the lodge we stayed at last night.” She was aware that the group he was with had been attacked, but did not feel it necessary to explain Nezumi. Most often she allowed people to assume she was merely a pet. Mindless as they assumed all animals were. “We were attacked by a sadist, but one with the power of the Inquisition behind her.” And the others refused to run. Though for the first time, Kuma pondered if they, like her, were waiting for the others to gain sense. That everyone wished to flee, but not to abandon the others? Not the elf of course, she was determined to rally the masses. But Kiel, the good man; he had apologized to the minions. Would he have fled if she had? Forcing the others to follow? Would they have fared better? Worse? “Power beyond anything I have seen.”

A child’s cheer caught her attention. “Ah, at least some of our group has also arrived.” Nezumi too had reached the gates, so she used the excuse to meet her. The other knight, likely lower ranked due to his lack of adornments, led a third group astride a large horse. Kuma stopped at the wall of the gates, nearly falling into its shadow.

The rat ran around the gates’ edge, then the short distance to the bare blue foot. With an impressive jump, she landed on the satchel still strapped to Kuma. Within moments, she burrowed into the bag, curling up under layers. She knew to hold still, instead her mind reached across the bond, sharing sight through Kuma’s eyes instead. It used to confuse her. The lack of depth in her vision, the colors, the lack of whiskers. But the two of them had been doing this for years now, so she simply settled in quietly.

After the group passed fully through the gate--and Nezumi was in place--Kuma stepped forward again, “Are any of you injured? Or know some medical knowledge?” None of these seemed to be the group that went for medical supplies, but all humans looked the same really. None of the birds were there, nor the Matu.

 

[Pik]

Lorrin Yumi

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The rest of the run seemed to be smooth sailing, three men Lorrin took out seem to be far behind him and he didn't even need to shot more arrows. Because as soon as he reached for them Roland had gone and made the proper distraction needed to get rid of the rest of them. "good work kid we should be fine for now!" It didn't take long for them to arrive at the gates and it was rather chaotic with most of the groups arriving and seemingly not having as easy of a time his group did. But even so not everyone was there yet as pointed out by Roland, who was looking for the medical group. "I'm sure they're having just as much trouble as we did if they are not back soon ill help you look for them." He says to ensure the kid and walk over to Obsidian and Richard "Id like to know what's going on as well but wouldn't it be better if we discuss this after we leave town we still have party members missing after all."​

 

[Jet]

Richard Wagner


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Richard was devastated seeing Vanessa, and exhaustion faded when primal, parental energy blazed through worn bones. Reinvigorated, he dashed across open ground repeating "no no no" below ragged breaths, before lurching into the wagon. Leaning over his unconscious daughter, he mumbled "Vanessa" over and over again, sounding completely insane.

He only stopped when Lucien shook his shoulder shouting "Get it together! I have her bleeding under control" but he crumbled anyway. Paternal instincts demanded he do something — but there was nothing he could change. Impotence maddened Richard, who looked between mission members begging "She's everything to me! Please someone, anyone who can help! Please help her, please I beg you!"

Lucien grimaced. He assumed they were common swords and thought 'these ruffians couldn't mend a papercut' but maybe someone could help — who could say? Lucian expected nothing however, and became uncomfortable when Obsidian asked questions. The woman wanted answers and deserved them too, so he looked to Richard and whispered "Maybe you should explain... Compose yourself you idiot. I'll keep her from bleeding out, stop worrying so much you nervous wreck"

"You're... you're right I... I know you won't let her die"

"Of course I'm right... now please explain what's going on for everyone's sake including mine, before I make them into an angry mob and throw you to the inquisition myself"

Richard heard black humor but appreciation escaped him. Instead he took a solemn moment, collected scattered thoughts, looked from Vanessa and answered Obsidian.

"We're wanted obviously and I.... I didn't expect this to happen... I'm sorry Obsidian, but if the church is after us, then we must be right!? They've never gone after a group like ours before. There must be something we don't know! And... and Lucien has something we can use against the mages. We'll be okay once we get out of here.... everything will be okay I swear..."

He convinced himself more than anyone else when he spoke, choking back tears as Vanessa coughed.

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[The Regal Rper]

Vaaltari of Jata​

Lagging behind the small ones was a sacrifice of necessity. In his haste he had forgotten how...lacking, the humans of these parts were. They did not possess the unique physical strength the people of Markatopua held, let alone the same grit to handle the fall judging by how the one called Helena seemed to struggle at the start.

It was just a wake up call, to remember that these lands were nothing like the familiarities of back home. And he would be wise to remember that.

Self-admonishment would do nothing in this current time however. So Vaaltari focused on keeping his eyes on the group as they went ahead of him and he lagged behind to guard their backs.

Not that you could do much rear cover against fucking explosions, but it was better to deal with the bad hand than go for a kill with a mage whose power he could sense from heights even some several feet up. While Pozou could easily fly, it seemed smarter to avoid flight when shockwaves shook the air and sometimes even pushed the group a few inches further than any of them had intended to land.

He toys with us. A part of Vaaltari desired to put an end to this game of chase, it was clear the mage wasn't going to kill them immediately if he was just detonating bomb after bomb. Yet, at the same time, he knew attacking might just turn this chase into a battle of life and death. What were the options, and what were the possibilities if they had to confront this mage? Could they weaken him enough to avoid leading him to the meeting spot?

Can I trust them to fight beside me?

Simple answer was, no. If he got captured he doubted they would even come to his aide let alone rescue. It was not worth the risk of fighting the unknown either so Vaaltari chose to continue fleeing along side the others. He might have had bows to fire and a variety of magic he knew to add on to it- but fighting and running were not too easy things that went easily in hand. And he had no interest in trying the theory in real time.

It was Helena's cry that drew Vaaltari out of his pondering- to look at her than to look at the sky where her eyes were. He squinted behind his mask, seeing something whirl wildly out of its path towards them, an alarmed shout from his group and surprised yells from the few citizenry below and he caught on quickly.

A flyer.

In all honesty he hadn't been surprised something like this had happened. It was a miracle from the spirits it hadn't happened sooner.

The boom hit, sound waves hit his ears with her surprised cry, and Vaaltari was already prepping before the fall had been committed.

Muscles bulges in the Matugna's legs as he landed, crouched, spun towards the open street and then aiming himself carefully, launched himself off the roof like a sling shot into the air. He cleared the six feet to jump the roof, soared over the open street towards another building a total of 17 feet away in the span of two seconds, then with a brief glow of white around his palms, he slammed into the adjacent building of a tailor store, grabbed the ledge of the roof for purchase, turned and then stepping onto a stone support kick flipped himself onto the roof where Vaaltari span on his feet, the claws protruding for grip- then shot down the tailor roof towards another building with a single leap.

Ten seconds only, his group were more like vague shapes behind him now. On the fourth building rooftop, the female avian that had crashed into a building at fifteen feet, and Vaaltari was now turning to face her direction when the impact happened.

Eyes flitted quickly, looking for a purchase. She was too close to the building, but he didn't have time-- he jumped off the building, claws sinking throne stone as he landed on a statue perch, he crouched, adjusted, his tail wrapped tightly around his waist; hidden under his poncho and clothes, then he pounced like a feline predator on a hunt.

13...12...11 he counted each foot as she fell, eyes only on her.

One foot slammed into a stand, muscles bulged outward- then compressed like a spring, Vaaltari shot forward at an angle, like a pinball into another building. The same building Pozou's sister was falling down. He slammed into the wood, ignored the sound of it creaking, muscles in his legs bulging and then he shot forward in controlled steps as he wall-ran along the building after the avian female, coming at her on the right side--moving where she was going to be.

"8...7--" Vaaltari slid to a stop, claws slicing through wood, a weight slammed into him- force and gravity doubling it, his legs strained, the force pushed them both down, and one foot lost its grip.

They tumbled down, and to minimize damage Vaaltari wrapped the female avian into his cloak, pressed her close to his chest with both arms, and crashed into a empty sales stall, the place breaking apart with a resounding crack as they landed.

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[Jet]

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"OF COURSE IT HELPS!" Ayana bragged, beaming as she admired her work. The dancer was protected from corruption now, and there was another she would bless too, the boy named Liam. Ayana cringed when blood washed across his scales, coming from narrow slices across his hide. He could use assistance soon, and so the huntress grabbed Kiel's hand and rushed over to where snakeman stood.

"Liam! You must be treated before corruption can take hold, here!" she announced, pulling the second sphere from her mouth. The green mush was extremely appealing and once again she assumed consent because who would say no?' Liam would obviously accept treatment, and soon the slashed scales were covered by deep mossy greens.

The paste slowed bleeding, among other properties, making the technique an ideal stopgap — but nothing more. The move would do nothing to help Vanessa for example. Ayana could only watch that disaster, chewing cheeks as Richard answered Obsidian. She was nervous seeing how damaged Vanessa was, horse-group was responsible for her safety. The warriors were supposed to protect her and now.... now she looked ghostly pale and close to death.

'Please please please be okay, I'm so sorry' Ayana thought about her wounded charge, before looking away from the wagon and back, between the wounded boys.

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[Sarahspn]

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Jane listened to Stone, his words giving her little comfort. She glanced back at the injured groups and saw that they were all helping each other. “They all know each other. Is this the group we were supposed to meet up with?” She quietly asked herself. She felt the pat on her head and gave the cat a small smile. Watching as he left to check on Rose, Jane looked into the cart and caught a glance of Lucien and the woman. Grimacing, she turned away and watched everyone frantically help the wounded.

She noticed a new group arrive. They seemed to be unharmed and looked quite normal compared to the groups that arrived beforehand. Well except the woman with horns. She decided to walk towards them but her path was interrupted by an older man running towards the wagon muttering the words no. She frowned, assuming he knew the injured woman.

“Oh, I was supposed to fall? I’m sorry.” Rose said, frowning a little. She saw the tears in the girl's eyes and she felt her heart drop. Attempting to appease the small girl, Rose sat on the ground crossing her legs. “Is this better?” She asked, giving her a small smile.

She heard Stone walk over and turned towards him. Listening to him talk of Jane, her frown grew bigger. Looking past him, she saw Jane standing alone by the cart. Reading her body language she could tell that her sister was scared and unsure of what to do. Noticing the numerous newcomers and their various injuries, Rose realized what kind of situation they were in. She gave Stone a silent nod and looked back to the crying girl.

“Do you have a name other than ‘The Winged Assassin’?” She asked once Stone had walked away to look around the area.

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As they moved into a smaller street, Gwendolyn smiled at Yo when she grabbed her hand. She gave her hand a small squeeze and looked forward. She struggled to hear Leóne and Erik over the yelling merchants. Glancing over at Erik she noticed he had taken off his helm. His face was weathered with years of combat and she frowned a little. She looked at Leóne's lips, attempting to read them to fully understand what he was saying. She felt his hand find her waist and met his eyes. She gave him a smile and relaxed a little.

“You know, I feel like this is only the start of our journey. I think we have bigger things ahead of us.” She said as she spotted the large Eastern gate. “Finally.” She sighed as they grew closer. Surveying the scene in front of her, she realized how lucky they actually were. Almost everyone was beaten and wounded and their small group escaped with maybe a scratch. She stopped walking once they got closer and her breath hitched in her throat. This was worse than she thought.

As she looked around she saw a boy covered in burns and quite a large hole in his leg. Letting go of Yo's hand and wiggling out of Leóne's grasp, she made her way towards him. "What happened?" She asked as she set her staff on the ground next to him. She rolled up her sleeves a little and they started to faintly glow blue. She hovered her hands over his large wound and closed her eyes. She focused on healing his wounds and glanced up at the boy. "I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Gwendolyn from Lunar Island but you can call me Gwen if you'd like." She said, giving him a small smile.

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[Anne Boolean]

Obsidian Amalia Winters Kiel Shan​

"Ah, I see," Amalia responded. It wasn't visible due through her visor but when the other brought up The Inquisition there was a curious look on her face. She had of course heard of them, but didn't know much about what they did besides the surface level things: they were meant to keep order in the world in regards to magic. The knight could see how one could abuse the power of the Wishing Well, though assumed that like most everyone else, the Inquisition would also simply laugh off the rumors about it as fairy tales. Perhaps their attempt to stop the expedition meant they had evidence of its existence though, which also meant they would attempt to stop them again in the future. It didn't quite deter Amalia from continuing though, as the desire of her wish greatly outweighed any apprehension she may have felt from hearing Kuma's experience, but if their opponents would indeed be as powerful as they were described, this mission would be much more difficult and dangerous than she had first imagined.

The knight also turned to look in the direction of the newcomers when Kuma pointed them out. At first she was also ready to assist anyone who needed help, but then she caught sight of who was among them. As expected, most were strangers, all except one. Sir Erik, a former Captain of the Marsh Gates military, walked along side them. She hadn't been directly under his command and never rose up high enough to call him his colleague, but she had had run ins with the man a few times... back when she was Marcus. Despite being under a heavy suit of armor the woman suddenly felt as if she was completely exposed. While she could mostly hide her appearance from most folks and avoid most questions and approaches, this man was certainly capable of recognizing Marsh Gates-issued plate when he saw it. Sh tried to calm herself down by suggesting in her own mind that the ornaments would make it harder to discern, especially the gold trim, but she couldn't shake the scene from her head where he identifies it anyway and asks her identity. If that happened, it would be all downhill from there.

Meanwhile, despite Obsidian having asked him a question, Richard was frantically looking over an injured woman. The stone elf would have normally taken some offense to this, although would have also told herself to calm down, but after overhearing that the woman was Richard's daughter she understood. When he was assured that she would be taken care of and treated properly the man turned to finally face and answer her. By this point the archer who had attempted to murder a young girl, ended up killing a man instead, and set fire to an innocent person's place of business with the patrons still inside had found his place net to her to also question the expedition leader. She shot a glare at him through the corner of her eyes but didn't let her emotions overtake the more pressing matter of the situation: getting answers.

Although she could appreciate how caring Richard was towards his family, Obsidian found herself quite unhappy with his response.

"You should have mentioned that during recruitment," she said with a critical tone. "The men and women who signed up did so under the assumption that they would only need to worry about monsters and bandits during the journey, not being hunted down by a major organization." She wondered if any of these people could even take their leave at this point. The people who attacked at least her group hadn't even given them a warning, but rather just sentenced them to death. Would that sentence last even if they didn't continue with their pursuit?

The bit about them having something if this was so serious did catch Obsidian's interest though. It made sense; why would such a big organization go after a small group of explorers unless there was actually some reason to stop them? Something else didn't make sense though: if they knew the Well existed for certain, they must have found it. If they were worried about its power falling into the wrong hands, why didn't they just destroy it? Were all parties involved just working with assumptions?

"... I'll still accompany you," the woman said after coming out of her thoughts. "But I want you to tell everyone the truth about the situation, so they know exactly what they're getting into and can leave if they so choose."

"I... see..." Kiel simply said when Ayana assured him it would help. In all honesty though, it just seemed to make his wound feel warm and wet. Perhaps there was some pain reduction too, but if there was it was small enough that Kiel couldn't clearly tell. When the elven woman turned to assist another person, a serpentine boy who had clothes similar to those from Kiel's homeland, the light-blue-haired man tried his best to quickly swat off the glob of chewed up leaves from his legs while also doing his best to avoid touching it as much as possible. He was so concerned with removing it from his leg the approach and question of the new woman caused him to jump a bit.

"Oh... er... we were attacked by a very powerful woman in crimson," he responded. At first when Gwen reached out towards his wound he flinched, attempting to pull his leg back, but the injury allowed him to do little more than flex his quadriceps. Upon seeing her hands glow blue as they hovered over the hole he relaxed slightly, feeling the pain slowly start to disappear. "Thank you, Gwen," he said, returning the smile when she introduced herself. "My name is Kiel."

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[Lost Echo]

Kuma watched as the cloaked woman headed towards the injured, glad her assumption was correct. If the magic did not need supplies, it was reasonable one would join another group. She watched as Clive rushed to his daughter, following him. She wanted answers, but she kept quiet as the...elf? There was an odd magic about her. She was tall, a hand’s worth above Kuma herself, though not as tall as the shortest Kraugan. It was a sharp difference between the other elves. She made note to listen, surely someone would be rude enough to ask what she was. Or mention it. Her eyes flicked to the unknown man. He’d immediately thrown an insult at Ayana. She could rely on him to say something obnoxious.

Still, he’d convinced their industrious leader to answer. With more bullshit than anything else. Vanessa was clear she knew the Inquisition was after them. Her father knew as well. She was getting tired of his lies. As the dark elf reprimanded him--it was impressive how she reminded Kuma of the ancient sheep that watched the pups the most--she caught on the extra information. “A way to deal with the mages?” She let her voice ring out, each of her oki vibrating. Let the others hear. Their attention might force the men to speak. Their lives were at risk as well.

She stepped closer to the older man, uncaring of diverting his focus. She’d heard he was keeping her from bleeding out-like plugging a leak, she supposed, though why he didn’t use something physical, a seal of ice or earth, instead was ludicrous to her. Was the pressure that strong? A lot of the fluid had come out. With that thought, she began to notice the itchiness again. The irritation made her tone harsher as she snapped at the man, “Is it active? They have to know we’d flee the town. The gates would be the first place to check.” If they had to linger, this ‘something’ would likely be necessary.

She used her back gaze to survey the group. They were not pack. They were not even in the quasi-pack Ayana and Kiel inhabited. Still, their well being was...important. It looked as if everyone else fled the mages--why did her group fight?--but Liam managed to fall into his own crisis. Nezumi was slowly feeding Kuma what she had missed. Most of their attention was on their surroundings--this was not yet a safe place--but there was more to know.

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[Arcanist]

Pozou Artith
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Pozou's eyes scanned the crowds, wondering if Pelea had decided to lay low and hide. It had probably been a better idea, since flying only marked him as a target to anyone and everyone watching him from below. But it was one of his only ways of finding his sister in all this madness. The bangs behind him and around him made him flinch, but never had he lost his balance as he hovered over the buildings, with the others following behind in tow. He heard something briefly from Helena, wondering if they possessed any sort of ideas to get this guy off their backs. Splitting would have been a bad idea as Vaal had voiced earlier, though his thoughts hadn't been focused on that at all.

And they continued not to be, for he could see the familiar plumed feathers of his sister, some distance above her, her wings flapping to a steady beat. Pozou couldn't help but let out an audible cry of relief at the sight of his sister. He'd have flown up to meet her as she came down, but a warning shout from Helena stopped him, made him hesitant.

And that's when he saw the flame whistle through the air, striking his sister.

It was enough to make him slow, unable to do much else but watch as his sister struggled to keep aflight. Practically a wingless, flailing Quetzola at this point, fear barelled through Pozou. When anyone of their kind fell from the air, they fell hard. They were by no means infallable through flight, and if anything, were as mortal as any human was. So, when Pelea smacked into that building, her brother had been sure she was finished.

"PELEA!!" He screamed, veering off-course from the rooftops and dove towards the falling Pelea. He willed himself to go faster, to break the limits of velocity to get to his sister, but the damning reality was revealing its ugly conclusion. He wouldn't make it to her on time, she'd smack right into the ground, and Quetzocoatl knew what damage would be caused as a result. Pozou willed that god of theirs for a miracle, anything to save her.

Pozou noticed a flash of dark, muddy colours through the air. Though his eyes were as sharp as his sisters, they weren't quick enough to follow the figure of the rogue. He had watched him gain vantage from buildings, leapfrog from a stall, like it had been no trouble at all. Only after a few moments did he notice the tattered remnants of a stall, an upkicked cloud of dust surrounding the scene of impact. Pozou followed it.

After some moments, he barely slowed, stumbling onto his feet and sprinting. "Pelea?! Pelea!!" He struggled past those gathering with concerned and curious eyes upon the mutiliation of the stall, and he hoped not the injured bodies that lay in it.