Not happy with the noise at all the felinerai with ears laid back tail lashing helps Percy with the big loud one .. to reload it of course.
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The continuous firing was starting to give Neverhome a headache. And it showed.
The wagon rocks violently as it absorbs another salvo of devastating attacks. It's effectiveness is rapidly deteriorating under this sustained concentrated fire, but it remains intact - at least for the time being. The Dirtling soldiers, on the other hand, aren't looking so good. Even though you're still completely unused to the wagon's strange weapons, any shots that manage to connect do so with devastating effect. Though the battlefield is now thick with smoke, you can tell that approximately half of your enemies lie slain.
Percy takes another shot. She tries to target the troops firing tree explody bits, if she can spot them.
Not liking the noise and certainly more than willing to help the felinerai works with the reloading of the big boom maker.
Percy's next shot lands squarely in the middle of a group of soldiers manning 'boom tubes.' With them out of the way, the incoming fire drastically decreases.
Percy and Abrasax finish the loading process.
Sigrun once again fires the bizarre projectile ate the enemy soldiers, hoping to put them all down before the wagon-thing they were in was blown apart.
Hobbes keeps firing, poorly.
Neverhome continues firing.
Your wagon is dangerously close to falling apart, but your enemies seem to be in just as bad a shape. Another good salvo or two should break them - or your cover.
Tank: 133hp remaining
Troop: 85pts damage
Percy takes aim and fires!
Hobbes keeps firing, focusing on accuracy this time.
Sigrun continues to fire the strange weapon.
Neverhome keeps firing.
With one final furious salvo, you successfully disperse the remaining Dirtling troops.
Tank: 133hp remaining
Loot
Metal Cartridge x36
Gas Mask x8
"Whoo!! That was awesome!" Hobbes states, putting his arms around Percy. "Uh, now what?"
Percy lands an adrenaline fueled kids on her SSToW and let's it linger for a sec. Then she looks around. This thing has served is purpose. Let's shift back to gas form and take a look around.
"Alright." Sigrun says readying for the odd sensation for the change again.
"Da." Neverhome lets out while holding his head, he was glad to be done with the loud not-crossbows-not-wands.
In the center of the ruined village, you find a pile of burning corpses, sending a plume of greasy black smoke into the air. Standing nearby, gazing stoically through the flames is a slim man with an unkempt beard and a long cassock. He speaks matter-of-factly to in in (surprisingly) Common - although with a thick Dirtling accent. "You have come for my mother. But it is too late. Her Thrice-Tenth Kingdom will soon be mine. Look - even her little hut grows saddened at her loss." He points behind you at the Dancing Hut, currently pacing back and forth in apparent agitation.
Percy snickers at the man as she regains solid form. You dare to go up against an Eldest and expect to win? If you're really her son then you know what she is capable of, and what she'll do to you if you keep this tantrum up young man!
"I'm sure she would disagree." Sigrun says calmly.
"Yea, if she was my mama, I'd be very respectful. I don't know what yer problem is."
"What have you done with Dearest Grandmother?" Neverhome demands. He had lived in fear of Baba Yaga all his life and wasn't in good standing with his own mother so he could understand this man turning on his mother, considering who she was, but he highly doubted that that was a good thing for anyone else.
The man chuckles ominously. I'm afraid she's ... indisposed ... at the moment. You see, I'm very much aware of what the Witch is capable of - but she vastly underestimated me. It would be best for you to leave Grigori alone. Give up your search, and go home. Россия is no place for the likes of you."
Roosseeay? Is that where we are? Huh. Wierd name for a little village. They tend to go for the homey feel.
Anyway, you can drop the ominous chuckle routine Mr. I'm-Trying-Too-Hard. Where's your mother. We have a score to settle.
Meaning we need to loose her on your wrinkly backside, of course.
"We will find her. Even if we must go through your armies and their bizarre weapons to do so." Sigrun adds.
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"You claim Dearest Grandmother underestimated you... but you are fool who left her alive, and now you are fool for underestimating us." Neverhome coldly adds.
Grigori sighs in mild annoyance. "So be it. Your empty prattling grows bothersome. You were most foolish to come here. Now you will die; no better than these poor peasants." He stares piercingly into your eyes before gesturing toward the pile of smoking corpses. As he slowly fades away into nothingness, the burning bodies animate, melting together in a grotesque symphony of charred flesh and blackened bone.
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Percy shakes off the spell and looks at the lumbering hulk of animated bodies. They do not have time for these shenanigans. She casts a spell, walks up to the monstrosity, and
touches it.
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Hobbes fires his bow rapidly at the mass of bodies.
Hila growls as she finally has something she can fight. She races forward and bares her fangs.
Percy contemplates rushing the thing and just ending this fight outright, but something tells her that it may end up being painful, so she casts a curse on the muscled mass of the pile of bodies!
The twisted mass of burning charnel freezes her in place with it's utter wrongness.
Seeing Percy’s spell have no effect Neverhome charges the monstrosity.
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Feeling the terror sink in and lock her muscles, Sigrun channels the fear into that which she understands far better.....Rage.
He was silent during the mans prattling, letting his twitching ears and lashing tails do his speaking for him. He did not like this man for some reason something about him seemed... off.
He was as caught by surprise as everyone else when the man cast the spell, and the terrible things he did to the corpses ... Had Vashti been here she would have been furious.
For a moment he felt his body stiffen as something alien tried to sublinate his will... but he resolutely tamped it back down.
"You will be no challenge to my friends as long as we are together!"
He growled out kicking Mule into a charge as he stabbed at the thing with his Naginata.
Abrasax is frozen in place at the sight! What horror! This abomination shall not stand!
Despite his desire to close with the flaming undead monstrosity Mule, the most Valiant of warhorses was having none of it. With an even more annoyed growl the felinerai slid off the horse with praticed ease and closed with the flaming monster.