Eh, back of neck where I usually do. We have antitoxin if need be. Not worry about mosquito's.
"Where ever it needs to be," Amalarra eyes widen somewhat at the word Giant Mosquito.
I'm covered head to toe in metal, i'll be fine Ammon knocks on the suit of metal covering him, even cover you can tell he is smiling.
Norris hands out the repellant to each and everyone. A free-sample-of-toophpaste-sized tube that had the instructions, For optimum results spread thoroughly throughout entire body. MosquitEX is not responsible for any peeling skin, spontaneous combustion, or random cravings for pears and apples while MosquitEX is in use. If any of these do occur, please contact poison control and/or your church's cleric.
You ready for the trip? Norris asked.
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Yes. Devic makes thorough use of the spray, and equally thorough use of her stored alcohol.
Should be interesting for experimentation at least.
Ramiel sprays himself all over, clothes and all. He was on good term's with the local church back home, so felt pretty safe.
"I'm as ready as I can ever be. Hey, this stuff work on just mosquitos or does it stop stirges too?"
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We're going to drive to the point where we can't drive any more. Gonna be a long drive before we start seeing trees, though. Luckily, I have the complete works of Gnik and the Beardz on CD, so we shouldn't get too bored.
His gang, hearing the name of the post-grunge power-folk dwarf band gave you a face that read Kill me now.
After that, we walk. Day and night until we start seeing the evil things. He said. Come on, I'll show you Norris-Mobile.
The Norris mobile was a military-style toop transport with Norris's face sprayed on one side, and a bumper-sticker that reads I break for little hairy women. Norris slaps the hood. Isn't she a beauty?
"It's rather nice," Amalarra says as she sprays herself down with the chemical. Her verdant nature struggled to accept it, but eventually grew accostumed to it, "Now, what did you say these things looked like?"
Six legs, rapidly flapping wings, multi-faceted eyes, and a long, menacing probuscis, senora. Norris explained, the expression on his face stating, yes, he was completely serious, yes, he was missing the point to the question.
"Like a moth of some sort, or a mosquito?"
We mean mosquito's, or corruption plaguing natural world?
Devic winces a bit upon reading the bumper sticker. She elects to snap a quick picture of it and sending the image to her sister with the caption sendhelp.
She sits in the back.
Corruption? Norris hummed. Oohhhh. That's purple. Smells like bad cheese
Norris eyes Skjor for a moment. Si, si. He muttered. We have motorcycle stored. But this is fun vehicle. When you ride along us, you will here fun and think 'Wow, I wish I was in fun vehicle.'
He leads those of you still intent on using the fun vehicle inside. Sweaty and slightly cramped. When the vehicle starts, so too does the music. Gnik and the Beard's one and only radio hit, Linnorm Breath and it's distinctive Electric Dulcimer solo blaring through your ears at maximum volume.
The road through the city is bad enough with persistant traffic. It's two hours before you pass the edge. From there, while smooth sailing, it is still a long and awkward journeys. Hour upon hour, song upon song, you finally hit the edge of the jungle, where they park.
It's been a long day. Norris said. We should set camp and rest here while we can.
Da. Ehh, was... fun. Should set watch.
I always wanted to learn the ride, Duncan always said i was two big for any of the horses
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The ride was...interesting for the musician. While the company wasn't bad, the music left much to be desired. Skjor never really discriminated against the musical preferences of others, there was no need for the abomination that was the electric dulcimer. Trying his hardest to keep from blowing out the sound system in the dwarf's truck, he turned his attention to the group's newest member. "So, Amalarra, how did Madame Silver choose you to join us?"
"Wish I knew," Amalarra says shrugging, "I was a librarian in northern Virginia before she hired me on. Guess she saw my magical potential to what it is you do."
She looks around there surroundings, marveling at the jungle around them. She could feel a small pull of her soul to the world around her. Almost trance like, but snaps out of it, thinking of something else to think on, "Have I seen you somewhere else. Are you like some rocker from Europe Skjor?"
Devic works to ring out the last of the aggravatingly catchy chorus of Linnorm Breath, mostly nodding for a while.
Skjor, you could ehh, play campfire song! She suggests to the musician.
Eventually she decides to address Amal as well.
Question. Can't shake feeling your name sound ehh, familiar. Your family known in scientific community?
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"Well, I have been working on something," Skjor said, scratching at his beard awkwardly. "I am...not sure about it, as it is a new style for me. I hope you enjoy it." With that, he pulled out Aegis from his back holster and strummed a few chords before playing his new song.
Norris's crew seems to enjoy listening to something other than Gnik and the Beards. Norris himself just nodded to the beat.
Good, good. He said. Reminds me of my days in the Dwarvish Navy. He said.
I want to know how he sounds like three guitars at once.
Zvuchit kak oksyumoron.
You were with the military? Small world, so was I back in England. Ammon sits a bit away from the fire, he seems to be concentrating on fiddling with a few pieces of metal. What did you guys do for fun before this? Ya know, like in a normal life.
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Sitting a bit away from the main group, Geralt's eyes dart around the clearing.
"...it's alright Geralt, it's just a damp...dark...incredibly deadly rainforest choosing to stop talking to himself, Geralt glances at the chatting group wishing he had something to add to there conversation. "...I'm a city boy I don't know anything about music, or robots..." he glances at the groups newest member and then looks away into the forest
"...I hate this place already"
Sitting a bit away from the main group, Geralt's eyes dart around the clearing.
[dice=Perception] d20 + 7
"...it's alright Geralt, it's just a damp...dark...incredibly deadly rainforest choosing to stop talking to himself, Geralt glances at the chatting group wishing he had something to add to there conversation. "...I'm a city boy I don't know anything about music, or robots..." he glances at the groups newest member and then looks away into the forest
"...I hate this place already"
What is to hate? Is no more likely to kill than ehh, everywhere else we go.
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"I don't like it either. I'm not saying back home smelled good, but this place is worse. Too humid too. Ramiel adds as he keeps an eye on their surroundings. He wasn't much of a woodsman, but he knew he should watch just in case.
"Yea, I think one of my friends from college was telling me about you. Think he lent me an album. Didn't get to listen to it yet," she says. When he finished his song, Amalarra smiled, "I like it."
Nu, menya trakhat', ya polagayu. Devic leans back, opening one of her many alcoholic concoctions.
Guess city boys are soft. Promise you, we be fine.
Each individual 'crew-member' gives their praises to Skjor.
Norris looks to the two city-boys. This place is the most realest place in all of the earth, with a bush so thick and crowded, it reminds me of back home abaixo. He said. But the life, the teeming life everywhere to step, everywhere you can't see. Can't you see it, boy. This place is Vivo.
Soon after, you retire to your sleeping bags. Norris immediately starts snoring. Oddly enough, he's snoring to the tune of Linnorm Breath.
"I can see it just fine. Don't think just because there's a ton of plants everywhere that this place is anymore 'alive' than a city is. You just don't have to look as hard to see it."
Geralts dead-pan stare was mostly hidden by his cowl and mask. But choosing to remain silent he takes another precautionary Glace around the camp
In the middle of the night, none of you notice the crawling, creeping motons in the midst of the forest. And none of you notice the veritable swarm of Formian soldiers and workers, at least twenty in total, until their spears are on your neck.
One of them, in a deep rumbling voice, grumbles telepathically, Corruptors.
Chto? Devic decides better than to try to reach for her gun. Or a Bomb. Or the other kind of bomb shes used.
Ammon laughs nervously, throuwing up his hands hehe no no, heroes. We are here to help stop the problems.
Ramiel wonders why no one told this was how you got ants, but thinks better about actually saying anything.
"...um...hi there?" Geralt asks hesitantly, not wanting to startle or agitate the man/woman (he can't rely tell at the moment) into giving him a new breathing hole
"Norris, tell them we mean no harm. We are hereto end the corruption and restore balance, she quickly says as she tries to figure out how they are telepathically communicating with them.
Norris slowly raises his hands and stands up. Do not worry, my friends, I am fluent in all of the languages of the forest and it's people. He then proceeds to make a long series of clicking sounds from the back of his throat towards the nearest formian.
It tilted his head, then turns to the rest of the group.
Why is this one clicking? Is it broken? It asks telepathically.
One of the formians, the warrior closest to Amalarra, nudges her with the tip of a spear. Do not waste time. They have under-fey in their midst. The must be the corruptors.
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