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| − | <div></div><div title="Symaro" style="margin-top:2em">(Symaro) "It's a glorious day." Symaro gleams upon exiting his abode, the kobold having opted to wear some looser threads rather than the usually tight uniform he was once so fond of. The smile on his lips was inescapably infectious, a glimmer of pride and joy as he paces out his abode and meets up with several mutants just outside. Two large military-grade trucks retrofitted with some new tech to operate using electricity rather than primitive fossil fuels stand right there at the entrance, loaded to the brim with gods-know-what kind of equipment. At the forefront were two guards, a pair of large intimidating doberman mutants, one male and one female, garbed in the telltale uniform of RSX' military division. Two more were at the back, though they were both of the feline persuasion instead. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> The kobold approaches a fifth member of the gathered, an otter dressed in the RSX Operatives uniform of note, an organizer by the looks of things, given the distinct absence of armor or weaponry. The two exchange a few words, perhaps detailing the intricacies of their upcoming drive up the steep and perilous mountain. With a loud *CLANK* the front gate to Arborwatch Manor seals shut, and the armed personnel each move into their corresponding vehicles at the driver's and passenger's seat. They blare the horn, asking "What's the holdup!" To which their supervisor, the aforementioned otter answers loudly "Pipe down! You wanna attract all the ferals in the area?! We're waiting for the backup we were promised! They'll be along!" His gaze returns to Symaro's own, and the two continue to converse.</div> <div title="Ankh" style="margin-top:2em">(Ankh) As before a large gnoll in modernized plate armor, though sans his helmet today, makes his way towards the location he was sent. Again, he carries a 3-day pack, maintained with nanites, duct tape, and luck to carry the mobile arsenal he usually equips himself with. While not expecting the dangers of the Dungeon today, it still paid to be prepared for feral resistance. The more lethal of his implements were left at home. Spotting trucks in the distance as he approaches the abode of their Director, the hyena sets into a casual jog in order to close the distance faster, waving once close enough to announce his presence.</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) Fenris walks up the road. The big, burly tanuki seems a bit out of sorts, without the usual bounce in his step. He looks different today too. Might be the presence of trousers. That is unusual. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>He is wearing a button up shirt with suspenders and dark, pinstripe trousers, with a greatcoat draped over his shoulders and a dark fedora perched jauntily on his head. He is rolling a large, silver coin across his knuckles idly as he stops by the wagon. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>"Here to help," he says with a smile, which seems genuine enough, though he still seems troubled.</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) A serpentine woman makes her way down the city streets, pausing when the gathering in front of the manor comes into view. After looking over those gathered she moves her head in a small nod and approaches closer. Once she's near enough she lifts a hand in greeting, before her tail coils around under her, offering her a place to sit. One hand reaches down to a belt slung around her waist, plucking a cigarette case from the side opposite a rather large revolver. As she fishes a cigarette out she says, "For those who I have not yet met, I am Arimia. Will we have a further briefing once all have arrived, or will we move out immediately?"</div> <div title="Yejian" style="margin-top:2em">(Yejian) Sometimes form based urges and influences make themselves present in Yejian. Whatever her shape, typically the lapine side of her wins out but today it must be the feline because she's been perched on the perimiter walls for a little while now, watching the sky. When 'Symaro' steps out though, the lion rocks forward and slides off the wall, landing lightly enough despite her armour. Shifting her spear to her other hand, she leans over to wrap an arm around the kobold. "About time then, huh?" She says as others begin to make their arrival.</div> <div title="Lorethan" style="margin-top:2em">(Lorethan) Lorethan made almost no sound as he walked along, his wings flapping lazily to cool him off now and then. He soon find himself near the others.. The Kemonomimi Coyote looked a little lost but that was usual. He made his way to the rest of the group with a wave. "I uh.. I hope this is where I'm supposed to be.." </div><div title="Symaro" style="margin-top:2em">(Symaro) One, two, three... three of the souls that he'd condemned to the depths of the dungeon, the three that took the worst of it no less. Here they are, once again. Why? Symaro's scales turn a shade paler when he reads the looks on those faces. He'd hoped that the three had made a full recovery by now, but merely looking at Fenris alone suggested otherwise. When he sees Yejian however, one could practically feel his remorse from a distance. His eyes slowly turn to meet hers, the arm slung around his shoulders sensing a cold, lingering dread. He swallows quietly and gently slips free of her grasp, then opens his mouth... "You three. Of all the people. Ankh surprises me not all that much, but you two? I'd have wagered you'd opt to steer clear of my operations upon your return. I daresay it is good to see you, but only if the feeling is mutual. Has it been even a week since last you have involved yourselves in the O.A.'s efforts?" <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> All the while the otter nearby was paying attention. Very close attention as a matter of fact. He opens his maw to say something, then gets interrupted when Symaro casts him one of those 'not now' glares. Arimia and Lorethan both ring familiar to him, a dip of his head following in acknowledgement of their presence. The kobold moves to stand upon one of the truck hoods, then gestures for everyone to gather up. "It pains me to see so many familiar faces here so soon. Even so I will not dictate how you choose to live your lives, and where to opt to expend them. To those of you hungry for a monetary prize to the tune of what was awarded on our last outsourcing mission, I regret to inform you that this venture will be nowhere near as lucrative. Thankfully it will also be nowhere near as dangerous. This." The kobold knocks on the hood of his platform. "This is a convoy. It is intended to reach Stargazer peak, where the Otherworldly Affairs Initiative will be expanding their influence. Our secondary base of operations will be situated in a valley high up near the mountain peak, in territory I personally own." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> "Nothing will be built however, if these materials and equipment don't arrive safely. T'is not a long journey, an hour at most. What is problematic however are two factors. The steep climb being the first. I leave this to the Earth Nanomagi RSX were so graciously generous to provide us with. The second however is an organization we've been dealing with as of late. They refer to themselves as the Harrowed. Make no mistake, they are simply cultists. Brainwashed, crazed and disturbed souls swayed by disillusioned fools whom think that our realm needs merge with those around it. These zealots seek to expedite the instabilities and anomalies the O.A. has been combating since its founding. Needless to say, they'll be unhappy if we were to expand our borders. Expect an ambush, and if it is indeed them, then anticipate Necromantic Acolytes within their ranks. Your job? Keep the convoy safe. Questions?"</div> <div title="Ankh" style="margin-top:2em">(Ankh) Ankh is more relieved that anything to see some familiar faces. Relieved that today was at least planned to be a relatively simple expedition, not one into the depths of the deep, dark abyss... Yeah, he might have had to take a pass for a repeat of that so soon. His lessons with Diya weren't that far yet. A respectful nod is given to Yejian and Fenris both, smile gracing his fanged maw. "Heya, you two. Glad to see you again."<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> With Symaro's briefing given in full, Ankh considers his questions. The idea of a cult wasn't all too wild to him. If anything, treating the anomalies like another god entering Fairhaven wasn't too far off from the truth, if you boiled it down to basics. Though... crazed, they were still people. Right? "Just one question, if I may. Are you intending to authorize deadly force, or do you prefer knockouts?"</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) Fenris smiles a tired smile at Symaro. "You know what happened wasn't your fault," he says, "And I try to stay busy." He frowns when he notices that he is playing with that coin, gives it a flip into the air, and then makes it vanish into a pocket or a sleeve. It is hard to follow. "Your organization and initiative are important. Don't worry about us, we know the risks and we can take care of ourselves."</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) Arimia plucks a match from the side of the cigarette case without any cigarettes. The case is then snapped closed and returned to her belt, before the match is struck against the plating on her arm. Using that to light her cigarette she shakes the match out then tosses it aside. "As a follow up to the question on lethal or nonlethal force, would you prefer any taken for questioning?" The medusa asks. "If they have been a nuisance for a while then seeking out their strongholds and removing them would be in line with your goals, I would think. But doing so requires knowing where to find them." </div> <div title="Yejian" style="margin-top:2em">(Yejian) Yejian raises a brow at that and leans on her polearm. "Really? When have you ever known me to be someone that stays away from a call for assistance? Let alone stay away from you?" She clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes. "Anyway, I'm fine. It helps when you have a loving family to return to, right? Besides..." The lion gestures over the convoy. "It's heading up the mountain. Which is basically my back yard so... Even if I wasn't part of this I'd still be following you to make sure you stay out of trouble up there," she adds, a small grin spreading over her face. "No questions, though."</div> <div title="Lorethan" style="margin-top:2em">(Lorethan) Lorethan patted his jacket making sure the armor plating was still there, before checking the rest of his equipment. "I just.. I wanted to help people. So here I am?" He scrached the side of his head and looked at the others before speaking again. "I may not be as.. prepared as the rest but hopefully I can help in some way/"</div><div title="Symaro" style="margin-top:2em">(Symaro) "Between us all? I'd in no way hold you accountable should you send a few of their heads flying. However are are still in the greater Fairhaven area, and are all subject to the laws and regulations as instituted by the big three governing powers and the newly emerged Fairhaven Government itself. To that end, I'd rather you refrain from murder lest you've no other option. The O.A. can not protect you against expulsion or prosecution. We lack the ties to do so... currently." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Turning towards Fenris, the kobold's features darken even further from the other's words. Seems he hit a bad spot. "My organization exists to protect the people, Fenris. I had not expected the Dungeon to meet you with such cruelty, had I known I'd never have permitted the operation to go through. I appreciate the kind words, but I want you to remember that nothing is more important than the wellbeing of those committed to the cause. I only wish unpredictability was a lesser factor than it has proven to be. Regardless... what you brought back was invaluable. However, if I had to choose between the artifact and your mental health, I'd chuck the tear back into the dungeon in a heartbeat." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Arimia's questions draw in his gaze, a shake of that kobold snoot following. "We've nothing to learn from them, and the ones who might divulge information that would be of use are simply too dangerous to restrain and keep. For now, simply protecting the equipment will do. Use the terrain to your advantage if you can. Today is not about striking back against these zealots. Today is about broadening our reach and establishing a base of operations in a critically important landmark of the greater Fairhaven area." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Yejian pulls in an unsteady glance towards herself, Symaro swallowing dryly before answering... "Your commitment is admirable, for the longest time you have been my inspiration. I'd not have followed through with a lot of what I am trying to do were you not always there to serve as an example. Someone to look up to. I worry, nonetheless. Yejian you have a terrible habit of underplaying your hardships. In essence you are selfless to a fault. So much so that I find myself opting to believe my own senses more-so than I would trust your words on the matter of your wellbeing. Even so... what I said earlier stands. I hold no sway over your decisions, and this will remain a constant." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Lorethan pulls in a quiet glance from the kobold, the shortstack climbing off his perch to move in and pat the coyote on one shoulder. "I guess we'll find out! I'd rather have a team of diverse skillsets than a single and tunnelvisioned squadron either way. So then! That's all the time we have! Let's get this moving before these trucks attract marauders!" Symaro moves towards the back cargo hold of the front truck and climbs in, then knocks on the metal shell to signal his drivers. Both engines roar to life, and the horns sound off once more, signaling that it's leave or get left behind time.</div> <div title="Ankh" style="margin-top:2em">(Ankh) Ankh nods in the affirmative, reaching into his backpack for a sizeable crossbow. It is a uniquely modern design, by all standards, using winches at home on compound bows, and featuring a double bow design to make the considerable pullback force required easier to manage. Next, the gnoll pulls a magazine out, and clicks it into the top of the crossbow, giving the group a nod. "I'm ready to move out."</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) Fenris only nods. "I appreciate that," he says, "Don't worry, I'll get the help I need. Not dumb enough to try to get through this alone." The burly tanuki swings up onto the back of one of the convoy vehicles and carefully checks his weapons.</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) The medusa lets out a hum before replying, "Non-lethal then. Which, unless things have greatly changed in my absence, simply means you stop shooting when they are down so the nanites can heal them." Arimia makes her way toward one of the convoy vehicles and gets into the back of it, a process that involves more stretching her body upward and pulling herself in, rather than climbing into it in a more normal fashion. </div> <div title="Yejian" style="margin-top:2em">(Yejian) "I suppose I am," Yejian admits, rubbing at the back of her neck as she climbs into the vehicle. "But it's not like I don't know my own limits, you know. I love living enough that I'm not about to do something I deem too reckless. Everything I commit to, I do so knowing, or at least feeling confident, that I can handle it. Bravery isn't the absence of fear, after all, just being able to press on despite it." She leans back and rolls her shoulders. "But I do appreciate your concern M- Magnus? Should I still call you that?" She asks with a raised brow. "Anyway, I know when to stop, I promise."</div> <div title="Lorethan" style="margin-top:2em">(Lorethan) The yote used his 4 arms to help pull himself into the back of the truck in the back, his ears turned back a little out of nervousness as he tries to keep a calm face. </div> | + | <div></div><div title="Symaro" style="margin-top:2em">(Symaro) "It's a glorious day." Symaro gleams upon exiting his abode, the kobold having opted to wear some looser threads rather than the usually tight uniform he was once so fond of. The smile on his lips was inescapably infectious, a glimmer of pride and joy as he paces out his abode and meets up with several mutants just outside. Two large military-grade trucks retrofitted with some new tech to operate using electricity rather than primitive fossil fuels stand right there at the entrance, loaded to the brim with gods-know-what kind of equipment. At the forefront were two guards, a pair of large intimidating doberman mutants, one male and one female, garbed in the telltale uniform of RSX' military division. Two more were at the back, though they were both of the feline persuasion instead. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> The kobold approaches a fifth member of the gathered, an otter dressed in the RSX Operatives uniform of note, an organizer by the looks of things, given the distinct absence of armor or weaponry. The two exchange a few words, perhaps detailing the intricacies of their upcoming drive up the steep and perilous mountain. With a loud *CLANK* the front gate to Arborwatch Manor seals shut, and the armed personnel each move into their corresponding vehicles at the driver's and passenger's seat. They blare the horn, asking "What's the holdup!" To which their supervisor, the aforementioned otter answers loudly "Pipe down! You wanna attract all the ferals in the area?! We're waiting for the backup we were promised! They'll be along!" His gaze returns to Symaro's own, and the two continue to converse.</div> <div title="Ankh" style="margin-top:2em">(Ankh) As before a large gnoll in modernized plate armor, though sans his helmet today, makes his way towards the location he was sent. Again, he carries a 3-day pack, maintained with nanites, duct tape, and luck to carry the mobile arsenal he usually equips himself with. While not expecting the dangers of the Dungeon today, it still paid to be prepared for feral resistance. The more lethal of his implements were left at home. Spotting trucks in the distance as he approaches the abode of their Director, the hyena sets into a casual jog in order to close the distance faster, waving once close enough to announce his presence.</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) Fenris walks up the road. The big, burly tanuki seems a bit out of sorts, without the usual bounce in his step. He looks different today too. Might be the presence of trousers. That is unusual. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>He is wearing a button up shirt with suspenders and dark, pinstripe trousers, with a greatcoat draped over his shoulders and a dark fedora perched jauntily on his head. He is rolling a large, silver coin across his knuckles idly as he stops by the wagon. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>"Here to help," he says with a smile, which seems genuine enough, though he still seems troubled.</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) A serpentine woman makes her way down the city streets, pausing when the gathering in front of the manor comes into view. After looking over those gathered she moves her head in a small nod and approaches closer. Once she's near enough she lifts a hand in greeting, before her tail coils around under her, offering her a place to sit. One hand reaches down to a belt slung around her waist, plucking a cigarette case from the side opposite a rather large revolver. As she fishes a cigarette out she says, "For those who I have not yet met, I am Arimia. Will we have a further briefing once all have arrived, or will we move out immediately?"</div> <div title="Yejian" style="margin-top:2em">(Yejian) Sometimes form based urges and influences make themselves present in Yejian. Whatever her shape, typically the lapine side of her wins out but today it must be the feline because she's been perched on the perimiter walls for a little while now, watching the sky. When 'Symaro' steps out though, the lion rocks forward and slides off the wall, landing lightly enough despite her armour. Shifting her spear to her other hand, she leans over to wrap an arm around the kobold. "About time then, huh?" She says as others begin to make their arrival.</div> <div title="Lorethan" style="margin-top:2em">(Lorethan) Lorethan made almost no sound as he walked along, his wings flapping lazily to cool him off now and then. He soon find himself near the others.. The Kemonomimi Coyote looked a little lost but that was usual. He made his way to the rest of the group with a wave. "I uh.. I hope this is where I'm supposed to be.." </div><div title="Symaro" style="margin-top:2em">(Symaro) One, two, three... three of the souls that he'd condemned to the depths of the dungeon, the three that took the worst of it no less. Here they are, once again. Why? Symaro's scales turn a shade paler when he reads the looks on those faces. He'd hoped that the three had made a full recovery by now, but merely looking at Fenris alone suggested otherwise. When he sees Yejian however, one could practically feel his remorse from a distance. His eyes slowly turn to meet hers, the arm slung around his shoulders sensing a cold, lingering dread. He swallows quietly and gently slips free of her grasp, then opens his mouth... "You three. Of all the people. Ankh surprises me not all that much, but you two? I'd have wagered you'd opt to steer clear of my operations upon your return. I daresay it is good to see you, but only if the feeling is mutual. Has it been even a week since last you have involved yourselves in the O.A.'s efforts?" <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> All the while the otter nearby was paying attention. Very close attention as a matter of fact. He opens his maw to say something, then gets interrupted when Symaro casts him one of those 'not now' glares. Arimia and Lorethan both ring familiar to him, a dip of his head following in acknowledgement of their presence. The kobold moves to stand upon one of the truck hoods, then gestures for everyone to gather up. "It pains me to see so many familiar faces here so soon. Even so I will not dictate how you choose to live your lives, and where to opt to expend them. To those of you hungry for a monetary prize to the tune of what was awarded on our last outsourcing mission, I regret to inform you that this venture will be nowhere near as lucrative. Thankfully it will also be nowhere near as dangerous. This." The kobold knocks on the hood of his platform. "This is a convoy. It is intended to reach Stargazer peak, where the Otherworldly Affairs Initiative will be expanding their influence. Our secondary base of operations will be situated in a valley high up near the mountain peak, in territory I personally own." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> "Nothing will be built however, if these materials and equipment don't arrive safely. T'is not a long journey, an hour at most. What is problematic however are two factors. The steep climb being the first. I leave this to the Earth Nanomagi RSX were so graciously generous to provide us with. The second however is an organization we've been dealing with as of late. They refer to themselves as the Harrowed. Make no mistake, they are simply cultists. Brainwashed, crazed and disturbed souls swayed by disillusioned fools whom think that our realm needs merge with those around it. These zealots seek to expedite the instabilities and anomalies the O.A. has been combating since its founding. Needless to say, they'll be unhappy if we were to expand our borders. Expect an ambush, and if it is indeed them, then anticipate Necromantic Acolytes within their ranks. Your job? Keep the convoy safe. Questions?"</div> <div title="Ankh" style="margin-top:2em">(Ankh) Ankh is more relieved that anything to see some familiar faces. Relieved that today was at least planned to be a relatively simple expedition, not one into the depths of the deep, dark abyss... Yeah, he might have had to take a pass for a repeat of that so soon. His lessons with Diya weren't that far yet. A respectful nod is given to Yejian and Fenris both, smile gracing his fanged maw. "Heya, you two. Glad to see you again."<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> With Symaro's briefing given in full, Ankh considers his questions. The idea of a cult wasn't all too wild to him. If anything, treating the anomalies like another god entering Fairhaven wasn't too far off from the truth, if you boiled it down to basics. Though... crazed, they were still people. Right? "Just one question, if I may. Are you intending to authorize deadly force, or do you prefer knockouts?"</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) Fenris smiles a tired smile at Symaro. "You know what happened wasn't your fault," he says, "And I try to stay busy." He frowns when he notices that he is playing with that coin, gives it a flip into the air, and then makes it vanish into a pocket or a sleeve. It is hard to follow. "Your organization and initiative are important. Don't worry about us, we know the risks and we can take care of ourselves."</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) Arimia plucks a match from the side of the cigarette case without any cigarettes. The case is then snapped closed and returned to her belt, before the match is struck against the plating on her arm. Using that to light her cigarette she shakes the match out then tosses it aside. "As a follow up to the question on lethal or nonlethal force, would you prefer any taken for questioning?" The medusa asks. "If they have been a nuisance for a while then seeking out their strongholds and removing them would be in line with your goals, I would think. But doing so requires knowing where to find them." </div> <div title="Yejian" style="margin-top:2em">(Yejian) Yejian raises a brow at that and leans on her polearm. "Really? When have you ever known me to be someone that stays away from a call for assistance? Let alone stay away from you?" She clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes. "Anyway, I'm fine. It helps when you have a loving family to return to, right? Besides..." The lion gestures over the convoy. "It's heading up the mountain. Which is basically my back yard so... Even if I wasn't part of this I'd still be following you to make sure you stay out of trouble up there," she adds, a small grin spreading over her face. "No questions, though."</div> <div title="Lorethan" style="margin-top:2em">(Lorethan) Lorethan patted his jacket making sure the armor plating was still there, before checking the rest of his equipment. "I just.. I wanted to help people. So here I am?" He scrached the side of his head and looked at the others before speaking again. "I may not be as.. prepared as the rest but hopefully I can help in some way/"</div><div title="Symaro" style="margin-top:2em">(Symaro) "Between us all? I'd in no way hold you accountable should you send a few of their heads flying. However are are still in the greater Fairhaven area, and are all subject to the laws and regulations as instituted by the big three governing powers and the newly emerged Fairhaven Government itself. To that end, I'd rather you refrain from murder lest you've no other option. The O.A. can not protect you against expulsion or prosecution. We lack the ties to do so... currently." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Turning towards Fenris, the kobold's features darken even further from the other's words. Seems he hit a bad spot. "My organization exists to protect the people, Fenris. I had not expected the Dungeon to meet you with such cruelty, had I known I'd never have permitted the operation to go through. I appreciate the kind words, but I want you to remember that nothing is more important than the wellbeing of those committed to the cause. I only wish unpredictability was a lesser factor than it has proven to be. Regardless... what you brought back was invaluable. However, if I had to choose between the artifact and your mental health, I'd chuck the tear back into the dungeon in a heartbeat." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Arimia's questions draw in his gaze, a shake of that kobold snoot following. "We've nothing to learn from them, and the ones who might divulge information that would be of use are simply too dangerous to restrain and keep. For now, simply protecting the equipment will do. Use the terrain to your advantage if you can. Today is not about striking back against these zealots. Today is about broadening our reach and establishing a base of operations in a critically important landmark of the greater Fairhaven area." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Yejian pulls in an unsteady glance towards herself, Symaro swallowing dryly before answering... "Your commitment is admirable, for the longest time you have been my inspiration. I'd not have followed through with a lot of what I am trying to do were you not always there to serve as an example. Someone to look up to. I worry, nonetheless. Yejian you have a terrible habit of underplaying your hardships. In essence you are selfless to a fault. So much so that I find myself opting to believe my own senses more-so than I would trust your words on the matter of your wellbeing. Even so... what I said earlier stands. I hold no sway over your decisions, and this will remain a constant." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Lorethan pulls in a quiet glance from the kobold, the shortstack climbing off his perch to move in and pat the coyote on one shoulder. "I guess we'll find out! I'd rather have a team of diverse skillsets than a single and tunnelvisioned squadron either way. So then! That's all the time we have! Let's get this moving before these trucks attract marauders!" Symaro moves towards the back cargo hold of the front truck and climbs in, then knocks on the metal shell to signal his drivers. Both engines roar to life, and the horns sound off once more, signaling that it's leave or get left behind time.</div> <div title="Ankh" style="margin-top:2em">(Ankh) Ankh nods in the affirmative, reaching into his backpack for a sizeable crossbow. It is a uniquely modern design, by all standards, using winches at home on compound bows, and featuring a double bow design to make the considerable pullback force required easier to manage. Next, the gnoll pulls a magazine out, and clicks it into the top of the crossbow, giving the group a nod. "I'm ready to move out."</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) Fenris only nods. "I appreciate that," he says, "Don't worry, I'll get the help I need. Not dumb enough to try to get through this alone." The burly tanuki swings up onto the back of one of the convoy vehicles and carefully checks his weapons.</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) The medusa lets out a hum before replying, "Non-lethal then. Which, unless things have greatly changed in my absence, simply means you stop shooting when they are down so the nanites can heal them." Arimia makes her way toward one of the convoy vehicles and gets into the back of it, a process that involves more stretching her body upward and pulling herself in, rather than climbing into it in a more normal fashion. </div> <div title="Yejian" style="margin-top:2em">(Yejian) "I suppose I am," Yejian admits, rubbing at the back of her neck as she climbs into the vehicle. "But it's not like I don't know my own limits, you know. I love living enough that I'm not about to do something I deem too reckless. Everything I commit to, I do so knowing, or at least feeling confident, that I can handle it. Bravery isn't the absence of fear, after all, just being able to press on despite it." She leans back and rolls her shoulders. "But I do appreciate your concern M- Magnus? Should I still call you that?" She asks with a raised brow. "Anyway, I know when to stop, I promise."</div> <div title="Lorethan" style="margin-top:2em">(Lorethan) The yote used his 4 arms to help pull himself into the back of the truck in the back, his ears turned back a little out of nervousness as he tries to keep a calm face. </div><div title="Symaro" style="margin-top:2em">(Symaro) With the trucks fully loaded up, Symaro having gotten onto the front one, the otter he was conversing with climbs into the back. The fella doesn't look very pleased, his glance cast between Arimia and Fenris. "Robert Edison. Apologies, didn't want to interrupt the proceedings. It's nice to meet you both. Seems like the shortstack's been busy, huh? You should have seen how badly they roasted him at RSX after you got your psych evaluations. Ha! Anyway... I'll be your resident Earth Nanomage. Closing gaps, forging paths and so on. Don't have much to protect myself with, mind. Think I can trust you two to keep me safe, yeah?" The charismatic lad shoots them both with fingerguns before setting his butt down on the floor of their chosen read truck's cargo compartment. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Meanwhile up front... "If you say so. Right, just for the sake of reference. Necromantic Acolytes are nasty business. The longer they have to weave their curses on you, the harder they get to kill, or takedown I suppose. Ankh? This stays between you and me, but if you see any one wearing a mask like this..." Symaro reaches into his pack and retrieves a charred wooden facecover shaped like an animal skull, most akin to a large stag with its jaw missing. "Don't hold back. That's how you deal with them. Crush them before they get their spells flying." His glance turns towards Yejian, the worry still evident in his gaze. "Tell me the truth, ever since you got out of there, have you been hearing or seeing things that shouldn't be there? Anything at all..." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> As the trucks advance up the path, it would be a peaceful journey for the first fifteen or so minutes, albeit a slow one considering the amount of effort was needed to forge bridges and paths, the Earth Nanomagi needing a pause every so often to regain their focus or strength before resuming their work. The party ends up at around a fifth of the way up the mountain. Here the air remains warm and pleasing, a scenic overview of the woodlands below being the only thing their senses are treated to. No signs of danger quite yet... not immediately apparent at least.</div> <div title="Ankh" style="margin-top:2em">(Ankh) Ankh takes his place in the truck, looking the offered mask over carefully to try and burn it into his memory. Charred wood stag mask. Not too complicated for the gnoll warrior. "Right. Focus fire on the charred stag masks. If... it's all the same to you, I'll avoid headshots. Long as they're still people, it's less messy to simply let them enjoy the nanites slowly putting them back together." Rummaging in his bag as he speaks, he looks through some spare magazines, shaking his head and putting one of them back in the bag. "I doubt we'll be getting much use out of nailing something to a wall, so I'll stick to the clean exit bolts. At least we're within the bubble. Makes reloading easier."</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) Fenris smiles at the otter. "Nice to meet you, tifl... er, Robert," he corrects himself, "Nice to meet you Robert." He shakes his head, then does a bit of a doubletake. "Wait a second!" the tanuki hauls himself up to look over the front of the truck at the lead vehicle, staring at the little kobold. Then he shakes his head and leans against the side. "I can ask questions later," he says, then looks back at Robert. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>"What did the psych evals say?" he asks casually as he watches the mountain road.</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) The serpentine woman moves about in the back of the truck, until she is positioned so that she can easily see over each of the sides and, if she stretches upwards, the cab. Once the truck is in motion one of her hands drifts to the grip of her revolver, though she does not draw it as yet. "Arimia, as I stated," she replies to the otter, perhaps a bit rudely as she doesn't even spare him a glance. As the journey continues her eyes, and those of several of the vipers atop her head, swivel to look at something. "Fenris. Eyes up. Something above sent a rock down. It may be nothing. But it will not hurt to keep eyes there."</div> <div title="Yejian" style="margin-top:2em">(Yejian) Yejian leans forward to peek at the mask. Between them perhaps, but she lets herself in on it as well, nodding along. When the question is asked, though, she considers it genuinely, and shakes her head. "I can't say that I have. I have weird dreams every now and then, but... Look, what we experienced down there was not the worst I've been through. It might have been unpleasant, but I have been dealing with far worse in terms of personal demons. I have been staying vigilant, however. So has mom." She sighs softly and looks out over the forst. Towards the distant clearing specifically. "Do you know how many times I've had to climb up this mountain," she says with a quiet chuckle.</div> <div title="Lorethan" style="margin-top:2em">(Lorethan) Lorethan checkes over his weapons and armor again, making sure everything is in working order as he looks at the surroundings as they travel up the mountain. His ears slowly returning to normal as his tail sways a bit, slightly more relaxed than he had been.. But still trying to be on guard for any on coming danger</div> <div title="Symaro" style="margin-top:2em">(Symaro) "No no. This one is charred because I... look, just this shape of mask. They're not normally charred." The kobold clarifies, then tucks the ornament into his pack once more. "You know your weapons best. I will refer to your judgement on the matter." The kobold turns towards Yejian, a soft sigh parting his nostrils as he listens "Fair. I shall get off your case. I just..." his ears flit upwards, as though he'd picked up on something. Symaro merely remains silent for a little while as they advance. Though slow, their progress is steady, and the group finds themselves around a third of the way up towards their goal. Up here, despite the clarity and crisp coldness of the air, a sense of unease lingers. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Robert, or rather "Just Bob will do. Ick, I hate having to say the whole thing over and over again. Rolls out really bad when you're packing a muzzle, y'know? How do you not know your psych evals? Didn't they hand you the results? We got reports that you lot were severely shaken. Distracted and showing signs of mental trauma. I'd imagine that'd be the case, I don't know what you've seen or experienced... wherever it is shorty over there shoved you into, I'm just glad it wasn't me! I got enough to deal with. HR are a living eldritch nightmare in our own world. Haha!" </div> |
Revision as of 01:23, 29 May 2022
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Date
28/5/2022
Log
(Symaro) "It's a glorious day." Symaro gleams upon exiting his abode, the kobold having opted to wear some looser threads rather than the usually tight uniform he was once so fond of. The smile on his lips was inescapably infectious, a glimmer of pride and joy as he paces out his abode and meets up with several mutants just outside. Two large military-grade trucks retrofitted with some new tech to operate using electricity rather than primitive fossil fuels stand right there at the entrance, loaded to the brim with gods-know-what kind of equipment. At the forefront were two guards, a pair of large intimidating doberman mutants, one male and one female, garbed in the telltale uniform of RSX' military division. Two more were at the back, though they were both of the feline persuasion instead. The kobold approaches a fifth member of the gathered, an otter dressed in the RSX Operatives uniform of note, an organizer by the looks of things, given the distinct absence of armor or weaponry. The two exchange a few words, perhaps detailing the intricacies of their upcoming drive up the steep and perilous mountain. With a loud *CLANK* the front gate to Arborwatch Manor seals shut, and the armed personnel each move into their corresponding vehicles at the driver's and passenger's seat. They blare the horn, asking "What's the holdup!" To which their supervisor, the aforementioned otter answers loudly "Pipe down! You wanna attract all the ferals in the area?! We're waiting for the backup we were promised! They'll be along!" His gaze returns to Symaro's own, and the two continue to converse.
(Ankh) As before a large gnoll in modernized plate armor, though sans his helmet today, makes his way towards the location he was sent. Again, he carries a 3-day pack, maintained with nanites, duct tape, and luck to carry the mobile arsenal he usually equips himself with. While not expecting the dangers of the Dungeon today, it still paid to be prepared for feral resistance. The more lethal of his implements were left at home. Spotting trucks in the distance as he approaches the abode of their Director, the hyena sets into a casual jog in order to close the distance faster, waving once close enough to announce his presence.
(Fenris) Fenris walks up the road. The big, burly tanuki seems a bit out of sorts, without the usual bounce in his step. He looks different today too. Might be the presence of trousers. That is unusual. He is wearing a button up shirt with suspenders and dark, pinstripe trousers, with a greatcoat draped over his shoulders and a dark fedora perched jauntily on his head. He is rolling a large, silver coin across his knuckles idly as he stops by the wagon. "Here to help," he says with a smile, which seems genuine enough, though he still seems troubled.
(Arimia) A serpentine woman makes her way down the city streets, pausing when the gathering in front of the manor comes into view. After looking over those gathered she moves her head in a small nod and approaches closer. Once she's near enough she lifts a hand in greeting, before her tail coils around under her, offering her a place to sit. One hand reaches down to a belt slung around her waist, plucking a cigarette case from the side opposite a rather large revolver. As she fishes a cigarette out she says, "For those who I have not yet met, I am Arimia. Will we have a further briefing once all have arrived, or will we move out immediately?"
(Yejian) Sometimes form based urges and influences make themselves present in Yejian. Whatever her shape, typically the lapine side of her wins out but today it must be the feline because she's been perched on the perimiter walls for a little while now, watching the sky. When 'Symaro' steps out though, the lion rocks forward and slides off the wall, landing lightly enough despite her armour. Shifting her spear to her other hand, she leans over to wrap an arm around the kobold. "About time then, huh?" She says as others begin to make their arrival.
(Lorethan) Lorethan made almost no sound as he walked along, his wings flapping lazily to cool him off now and then. He soon find himself near the others.. The Kemonomimi Coyote looked a little lost but that was usual. He made his way to the rest of the group with a wave. "I uh.. I hope this is where I'm supposed to be.."
(Symaro) One, two, three... three of the souls that he'd condemned to the depths of the dungeon, the three that took the worst of it no less. Here they are, once again. Why? Symaro's scales turn a shade paler when he reads the looks on those faces. He'd hoped that the three had made a full recovery by now, but merely looking at Fenris alone suggested otherwise. When he sees Yejian however, one could practically feel his remorse from a distance. His eyes slowly turn to meet hers, the arm slung around his shoulders sensing a cold, lingering dread. He swallows quietly and gently slips free of her grasp, then opens his mouth... "You three. Of all the people. Ankh surprises me not all that much, but you two? I'd have wagered you'd opt to steer clear of my operations upon your return. I daresay it is good to see you, but only if the feeling is mutual. Has it been even a week since last you have involved yourselves in the O.A.'s efforts?" All the while the otter nearby was paying attention. Very close attention as a matter of fact. He opens his maw to say something, then gets interrupted when Symaro casts him one of those 'not now' glares. Arimia and Lorethan both ring familiar to him, a dip of his head following in acknowledgement of their presence. The kobold moves to stand upon one of the truck hoods, then gestures for everyone to gather up. "It pains me to see so many familiar faces here so soon. Even so I will not dictate how you choose to live your lives, and where to opt to expend them. To those of you hungry for a monetary prize to the tune of what was awarded on our last outsourcing mission, I regret to inform you that this venture will be nowhere near as lucrative. Thankfully it will also be nowhere near as dangerous. This." The kobold knocks on the hood of his platform. "This is a convoy. It is intended to reach Stargazer peak, where the Otherworldly Affairs Initiative will be expanding their influence. Our secondary base of operations will be situated in a valley high up near the mountain peak, in territory I personally own." "Nothing will be built however, if these materials and equipment don't arrive safely. T'is not a long journey, an hour at most. What is problematic however are two factors. The steep climb being the first. I leave this to the Earth Nanomagi RSX were so graciously generous to provide us with. The second however is an organization we've been dealing with as of late. They refer to themselves as the Harrowed. Make no mistake, they are simply cultists. Brainwashed, crazed and disturbed souls swayed by disillusioned fools whom think that our realm needs merge with those around it. These zealots seek to expedite the instabilities and anomalies the O.A. has been combating since its founding. Needless to say, they'll be unhappy if we were to expand our borders. Expect an ambush, and if it is indeed them, then anticipate Necromantic Acolytes within their ranks. Your job? Keep the convoy safe. Questions?"
(Ankh) Ankh is more relieved that anything to see some familiar faces. Relieved that today was at least planned to be a relatively simple expedition, not one into the depths of the deep, dark abyss... Yeah, he might have had to take a pass for a repeat of that so soon. His lessons with Diya weren't that far yet. A respectful nod is given to Yejian and Fenris both, smile gracing his fanged maw. "Heya, you two. Glad to see you again." With Symaro's briefing given in full, Ankh considers his questions. The idea of a cult wasn't all too wild to him. If anything, treating the anomalies like another god entering Fairhaven wasn't too far off from the truth, if you boiled it down to basics. Though... crazed, they were still people. Right? "Just one question, if I may. Are you intending to authorize deadly force, or do you prefer knockouts?"
(Fenris) Fenris smiles a tired smile at Symaro. "You know what happened wasn't your fault," he says, "And I try to stay busy." He frowns when he notices that he is playing with that coin, gives it a flip into the air, and then makes it vanish into a pocket or a sleeve. It is hard to follow. "Your organization and initiative are important. Don't worry about us, we know the risks and we can take care of ourselves."
(Arimia) Arimia plucks a match from the side of the cigarette case without any cigarettes. The case is then snapped closed and returned to her belt, before the match is struck against the plating on her arm. Using that to light her cigarette she shakes the match out then tosses it aside. "As a follow up to the question on lethal or nonlethal force, would you prefer any taken for questioning?" The medusa asks. "If they have been a nuisance for a while then seeking out their strongholds and removing them would be in line with your goals, I would think. But doing so requires knowing where to find them."
(Yejian) Yejian raises a brow at that and leans on her polearm. "Really? When have you ever known me to be someone that stays away from a call for assistance? Let alone stay away from you?" She clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes. "Anyway, I'm fine. It helps when you have a loving family to return to, right? Besides..." The lion gestures over the convoy. "It's heading up the mountain. Which is basically my back yard so... Even if I wasn't part of this I'd still be following you to make sure you stay out of trouble up there," she adds, a small grin spreading over her face. "No questions, though."
(Lorethan) Lorethan patted his jacket making sure the armor plating was still there, before checking the rest of his equipment. "I just.. I wanted to help people. So here I am?" He scrached the side of his head and looked at the others before speaking again. "I may not be as.. prepared as the rest but hopefully I can help in some way/"
(Symaro) "Between us all? I'd in no way hold you accountable should you send a few of their heads flying. However are are still in the greater Fairhaven area, and are all subject to the laws and regulations as instituted by the big three governing powers and the newly emerged Fairhaven Government itself. To that end, I'd rather you refrain from murder lest you've no other option. The O.A. can not protect you against expulsion or prosecution. We lack the ties to do so... currently." Turning towards Fenris, the kobold's features darken even further from the other's words. Seems he hit a bad spot. "My organization exists to protect the people, Fenris. I had not expected the Dungeon to meet you with such cruelty, had I known I'd never have permitted the operation to go through. I appreciate the kind words, but I want you to remember that nothing is more important than the wellbeing of those committed to the cause. I only wish unpredictability was a lesser factor than it has proven to be. Regardless... what you brought back was invaluable. However, if I had to choose between the artifact and your mental health, I'd chuck the tear back into the dungeon in a heartbeat." Arimia's questions draw in his gaze, a shake of that kobold snoot following. "We've nothing to learn from them, and the ones who might divulge information that would be of use are simply too dangerous to restrain and keep. For now, simply protecting the equipment will do. Use the terrain to your advantage if you can. Today is not about striking back against these zealots. Today is about broadening our reach and establishing a base of operations in a critically important landmark of the greater Fairhaven area." Yejian pulls in an unsteady glance towards herself, Symaro swallowing dryly before answering... "Your commitment is admirable, for the longest time you have been my inspiration. I'd not have followed through with a lot of what I am trying to do were you not always there to serve as an example. Someone to look up to. I worry, nonetheless. Yejian you have a terrible habit of underplaying your hardships. In essence you are selfless to a fault. So much so that I find myself opting to believe my own senses more-so than I would trust your words on the matter of your wellbeing. Even so... what I said earlier stands. I hold no sway over your decisions, and this will remain a constant." Lorethan pulls in a quiet glance from the kobold, the shortstack climbing off his perch to move in and pat the coyote on one shoulder. "I guess we'll find out! I'd rather have a team of diverse skillsets than a single and tunnelvisioned squadron either way. So then! That's all the time we have! Let's get this moving before these trucks attract marauders!" Symaro moves towards the back cargo hold of the front truck and climbs in, then knocks on the metal shell to signal his drivers. Both engines roar to life, and the horns sound off once more, signaling that it's leave or get left behind time.
(Ankh) Ankh nods in the affirmative, reaching into his backpack for a sizeable crossbow. It is a uniquely modern design, by all standards, using winches at home on compound bows, and featuring a double bow design to make the considerable pullback force required easier to manage. Next, the gnoll pulls a magazine out, and clicks it into the top of the crossbow, giving the group a nod. "I'm ready to move out."
(Fenris) Fenris only nods. "I appreciate that," he says, "Don't worry, I'll get the help I need. Not dumb enough to try to get through this alone." The burly tanuki swings up onto the back of one of the convoy vehicles and carefully checks his weapons.
(Arimia) The medusa lets out a hum before replying, "Non-lethal then. Which, unless things have greatly changed in my absence, simply means you stop shooting when they are down so the nanites can heal them." Arimia makes her way toward one of the convoy vehicles and gets into the back of it, a process that involves more stretching her body upward and pulling herself in, rather than climbing into it in a more normal fashion.
(Yejian) "I suppose I am," Yejian admits, rubbing at the back of her neck as she climbs into the vehicle. "But it's not like I don't know my own limits, you know. I love living enough that I'm not about to do something I deem too reckless. Everything I commit to, I do so knowing, or at least feeling confident, that I can handle it. Bravery isn't the absence of fear, after all, just being able to press on despite it." She leans back and rolls her shoulders. "But I do appreciate your concern M- Magnus? Should I still call you that?" She asks with a raised brow. "Anyway, I know when to stop, I promise."
(Lorethan) The yote used his 4 arms to help pull himself into the back of the truck in the back, his ears turned back a little out of nervousness as he tries to keep a calm face.
(Symaro) With the trucks fully loaded up, Symaro having gotten onto the front one, the otter he was conversing with climbs into the back. The fella doesn't look very pleased, his glance cast between Arimia and Fenris. "Robert Edison. Apologies, didn't want to interrupt the proceedings. It's nice to meet you both. Seems like the shortstack's been busy, huh? You should have seen how badly they roasted him at RSX after you got your psych evaluations. Ha! Anyway... I'll be your resident Earth Nanomage. Closing gaps, forging paths and so on. Don't have much to protect myself with, mind. Think I can trust you two to keep me safe, yeah?" The charismatic lad shoots them both with fingerguns before setting his butt down on the floor of their chosen read truck's cargo compartment. Meanwhile up front... "If you say so. Right, just for the sake of reference. Necromantic Acolytes are nasty business. The longer they have to weave their curses on you, the harder they get to kill, or takedown I suppose. Ankh? This stays between you and me, but if you see any one wearing a mask like this..." Symaro reaches into his pack and retrieves a charred wooden facecover shaped like an animal skull, most akin to a large stag with its jaw missing. "Don't hold back. That's how you deal with them. Crush them before they get their spells flying." His glance turns towards Yejian, the worry still evident in his gaze. "Tell me the truth, ever since you got out of there, have you been hearing or seeing things that shouldn't be there? Anything at all..." As the trucks advance up the path, it would be a peaceful journey for the first fifteen or so minutes, albeit a slow one considering the amount of effort was needed to forge bridges and paths, the Earth Nanomagi needing a pause every so often to regain their focus or strength before resuming their work. The party ends up at around a fifth of the way up the mountain. Here the air remains warm and pleasing, a scenic overview of the woodlands below being the only thing their senses are treated to. No signs of danger quite yet... not immediately apparent at least.
(Ankh) Ankh takes his place in the truck, looking the offered mask over carefully to try and burn it into his memory. Charred wood stag mask. Not too complicated for the gnoll warrior. "Right. Focus fire on the charred stag masks. If... it's all the same to you, I'll avoid headshots. Long as they're still people, it's less messy to simply let them enjoy the nanites slowly putting them back together." Rummaging in his bag as he speaks, he looks through some spare magazines, shaking his head and putting one of them back in the bag. "I doubt we'll be getting much use out of nailing something to a wall, so I'll stick to the clean exit bolts. At least we're within the bubble. Makes reloading easier."
(Fenris) Fenris smiles at the otter. "Nice to meet you, tifl... er, Robert," he corrects himself, "Nice to meet you Robert." He shakes his head, then does a bit of a doubletake. "Wait a second!" the tanuki hauls himself up to look over the front of the truck at the lead vehicle, staring at the little kobold. Then he shakes his head and leans against the side. "I can ask questions later," he says, then looks back at Robert. "What did the psych evals say?" he asks casually as he watches the mountain road.
(Arimia) The serpentine woman moves about in the back of the truck, until she is positioned so that she can easily see over each of the sides and, if she stretches upwards, the cab. Once the truck is in motion one of her hands drifts to the grip of her revolver, though she does not draw it as yet. "Arimia, as I stated," she replies to the otter, perhaps a bit rudely as she doesn't even spare him a glance. As the journey continues her eyes, and those of several of the vipers atop her head, swivel to look at something. "Fenris. Eyes up. Something above sent a rock down. It may be nothing. But it will not hurt to keep eyes there."
(Yejian) Yejian leans forward to peek at the mask. Between them perhaps, but she lets herself in on it as well, nodding along. When the question is asked, though, she considers it genuinely, and shakes her head. "I can't say that I have. I have weird dreams every now and then, but... Look, what we experienced down there was not the worst I've been through. It might have been unpleasant, but I have been dealing with far worse in terms of personal demons. I have been staying vigilant, however. So has mom." She sighs softly and looks out over the forst. Towards the distant clearing specifically. "Do you know how many times I've had to climb up this mountain," she says with a quiet chuckle.
(Lorethan) Lorethan checkes over his weapons and armor again, making sure everything is in working order as he looks at the surroundings as they travel up the mountain. His ears slowly returning to normal as his tail sways a bit, slightly more relaxed than he had been.. But still trying to be on guard for any on coming danger
(Symaro) "No no. This one is charred because I... look, just this shape of mask. They're not normally charred." The kobold clarifies, then tucks the ornament into his pack once more. "You know your weapons best. I will refer to your judgement on the matter." The kobold turns towards Yejian, a soft sigh parting his nostrils as he listens "Fair. I shall get off your case. I just..." his ears flit upwards, as though he'd picked up on something. Symaro merely remains silent for a little while as they advance. Though slow, their progress is steady, and the group finds themselves around a third of the way up towards their goal. Up here, despite the clarity and crisp coldness of the air, a sense of unease lingers. Robert, or rather "Just Bob will do. Ick, I hate having to say the whole thing over and over again. Rolls out really bad when you're packing a muzzle, y'know? How do you not know your psych evals? Didn't they hand you the results? We got reports that you lot were severely shaken. Distracted and showing signs of mental trauma. I'd imagine that'd be the case, I don't know what you've seen or experienced... wherever it is shorty over there shoved you into, I'm just glad it wasn't me! I got enough to deal with. HR are a living eldritch nightmare in our own world. Haha!"
