Three things to always fear; yes, four to give a humble fright.
The clutches of the Varan spears; The wrathful Yaevre's might.
The Thrivan hunter's shears; The Fyrhtormir's bite.
-Klavex, the Sojourning Scribe
------------------------------------------------------------------
As the titans of the sky plummet to the earth, with them come a hail of armored bodies. If those below scattered before, now they sprinted. But the Greenflame Guard knew their place, and knew that this was a time for valor.
Wounded, and short in number, they call to all who would make right their blunder with an answer to a call; a call of arms to slay the anathema. Several of the surviving guard rush about, scrambling to rouse the seamen and any with arm or aegis to fight for their families and their lives.
"HARK! THE WYVERN MUST BE SLAIN BEFORE IT IS ROUSED AGAINST US! HARK!! WE MUST STRIKE , 'FORE IT TURNS TO EAT US ALL! HARK!!! TO ARMS!!!!"
Against the heavy rains the flames of the drake light up the scene in flashes of hunger and primal exasperation. The massive whale crushed 3 homes in its fall, the wyvern tearing it apart as a cougar would a buffalo. This is about 40 feet away from where you now stand.
Xaeken sighs to himself and turns back, If this creature means to make a meal of all the area I might as well try to give it indigestion...
Nimble and small Xaeken maneuvers so he can see the beast as best he can while moving back so as not to be too close, confident that his magic would be the best course here the homonculi grabs his wire wrapped focus and wheels his other hand and speaks the words of power...
A cube of daggers erupt aroung the wyvern, spinning and whipping at anything within its reach.
Gutter smirks at Xaekens words and looks for a place to both hide in and shoot from as he goes to his crossbow.
Gutter scrambles to avoid falling bodies.
Gutter looks for cover.
Gutter tries to hide.
Niko crashes into a door shoulder-first and stumbles inside, setting Dellard down on the ground as quickly as he can without hurting the dwarf. He then nods to anyone in the home--"Stay hidden"--and makes his way back outside, where he narrowly avoids being crushed by an armored form plummeting to the ground. He spends a brief moment to look at the body, but then snorts and stares at the fallen behemoths. The call to arms rushes through his ears, his veins, but he has only a handaxe and the wyvern is aflame. Angrily tearing his gaze from the wyvern, the ennim sprints off in a mad dash to retrieve his maul from the ship.