Saviours, the game!

[kpjam]

The wolf in front of Drall snarled as it held it's ground.

Drall reached for his dagger, clutching it, he shouted in pain as one of the trailing wolves bit down upon his sword wrist.  At this signal, the wolf in front of him lunged at the man's throat.

[kpjam]

Devon's sword came down in a mighty arc, carving open the back of the large wolf.  Blood spurted everywhere as his killing blow was joined by O'karn's mighty thrust through the creature.

A nasty snarl called his attention as he looked up in time to see the wolf he had hit, make the battlefield and lunge at his face.  The last wolf, darted forward, and bit down upon Devon's Achilles tendons.

[Dracos]

O'karn roared with glee as he ripped his sword up from the dead beast, swinging it with awesome force towards the midsection of the leaping wolf, seeking to cleave him into nice parts.

Fearless Leader

[Figment]

Ducking down and to the right in an attempt to dodge the leaping wolf, Devon spun and brought his sword up in a flashing arc at the wolf behind him.

[kpjam]

O'karn's roar was triumphant as he cleved the leaping wolf.  It's whiper was short and sweat as blood poured forth from it's mouth and rained over it's dead packmate.

[kpjam]

Devon spun as he ignored the searing pain in his legs as flesh gave wave to the wolf's jaw.   The spin was less than pretty, but he regained enough control to cleave the wolf's head, blood spurting upon him.


OOC:  Figment and Drac are frozen from this group.

[Priss]

Nirae snarled slightly to herself as she realized that yet again, her fugues had caused her to be left behind.

Hauling her saber from its sheath in one smooth move, she moved fowards, seeming to go from standing into a full fledged, and oddly silent, run in the direction she had last spotted the others heading.

OOC:

Sorry about the delay, I work 12 hours or so a day right now... maybe longer. Damn war BS! >_<

[kpjam]

Lafiel watched as the sailor ran off.

[kpjam]

Nirae ran after the lead group, towards the mountains in the distance.  While the high grass slowed her slightly, she felt the comforting warmth of sun upon her brow as her only thought was to catch the lead group.

Her senses flared and she stopped, turning in time to see a large wolf leaping at her .

[thepanda]

Arael spied the wolf attacking the man who had so recently been punked by tall, dark, and brutal. Reacting quickly she threw her blade at the beast. She quickly grasped her mace with both hands once the dagger had departed her hand.

[Carthrat]

OOC: Blargh. It's like starting Tomb all over again. @_@

IC: After catching the cloak and purse, Daggedal shrugs as the rest of the group buggers off, and walks over to what'sername.

"Yar, when're we goin'? May's well head for that town.. shore those two can follow up after."

[kpjam]

Lafiel turned and looked into the distance, following the path the others had taken with her eyes.

"Stupid old man," she exhaled finally, "always doing things the hard way."

"Well, I ain't walking," she walked to the where her piles of things were sitting and pulls out a small rod.

She walked to the middle of the slab, carting her gear with her.  "You can walk after your friends if you want, but I'm teleporting back?"

"Which will it be?"

[Carthrat]

"Yar, teleporting sounds good," replies Daggedal, putting on the robe so it covered his equipment. "Must learn that one sumday."

[kpjam]

She nodded, hefting her gear and grapping hold of both Daggedal's and Jeremiah's hands.  She concentrated on something, and both men noticed the ring on her finger glow in response to the rod she carried.

The world turned white for a moment as they felt disoriented before they arrived in a room.  A small pyramid shaped device stood upon a table in the center of the room, it tips glowed red for a moment before dying.  The table was set upon a reddish oval rug, its use clearly shown.

The room had two bookshelves, overflowing with old tomes.  A desk was situated opposite the books, and it was cluttered with books as well.  There were no windows, and the acrid stench of old smoke filled the small enclosure.  A single wooden door stood closed to a side.

"Welcome to my uncle's house," Lafiel said as she moved towards the door.  "Let's go to the parlor and talk."

[Carthrat]

Daggedal dosn't instantly respond, taking a moment to look at the spines of the various books in the bookshelves..