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As Wamblee charges through the snow, Iniga's refrain fills his ears.
And like magma flowing under stone, it foretells violent action.
Marianne and the rest follow Wamblee.
Wamblee walks deliberately, following his feet as well as his ears.
Marianne sees the great stone beast, and immediately tries a few shots.
Both simply clatter against hard skin.
The stone yak bellows now at Iniga, who has drawn its attention.
It attempts to gore her, but she nimbly dodges.
Iniga snarls, attacking the tone yak with pure aggression and she clashes with the creature, her fiery rage boiling as her tattoos light up, dancing with pure golden light.
Samoon tosses a bomb at the yak.
Samen shrugs and accepts the rage song. "At least I won't waste any of my spells. Thanks I guess!"
Save for Marianne's arrows, all the attacks from sword and staff, fist and flask, strike true. The creature bellows in pain, a deep rumble. Its jaw opens wide, large enough to be the entrance to a cramped mine. A biting gale erupts from deep inside, buffeting Marianne, Samoon, and Wamblee.
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Wamblee advances under the breath of the beast, his back freezing but still clutching his assegai, and striking hard with elbows and knees.
The yak will not escape.
Wamblee's attacks propagate the cracks even more. The creature tries to rear up for a counter attack, but simply crumbles into three large pieces instead.
The ox near Marianne is trampling the ground in front of it, frightened by the attacks and the cold. A few times, its hooves go dangerously close to the head of the semiconscious priest. Marianne grabs the reins and talks to it, gently but firmly.
Samoon looks about. "All of you look so angry..."
With the stone yak down, Samen considers charging headlong toward the remaining sounds of fighting, but instead thinks better of it.
Somewhat sarcastically, "No time to test like the middle of combat! Let's see how this works."
Samen casts detect elemental and waits for the vision to come into focus.
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As soon as the yak crumbles, Wamblee turns and begins walking in what he thinks is the best path to the continuing fighting. He seeks answers thorough the stone and air.
"Follow my voice!", he calls at intervals.
Iniga attempts to find the mercenaries, following behind Wamblee, trying to move at a quick pace.
Samoon shrugs and lopes after Wamblee.
Wamblee's feet lead true, and you come across four mercs trying to take down another stone yak. Their weapons ring meekly against its hide - save the magical blade of Margherita, which burns with a hot flame in the white frigid air.
Samen, you detect the yak right at the edge of your Sight, a clearly earthen creature with a slight...'flavor' of cold to it.
The yak gores a merc whose back is toward you. He falls, a crumpled form.
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Samoon surveys the situation with a thoughtful frown, and casually lobs a fiery bomb onto the yak. Globs of burning fulmination also land on the ifrits.
The el who had fallen down stirs as fire meets flesh; his bleeding slows. He glances up. You see it is Martino, the youngest of the mercenaries (whom Iniga has gotten to know quite well).
Spurred on by the sight of the rampaging yak and by his cousin's song, Wamblee charges into the fray, a stony fist first!
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Marianne spends her round pulling the unconscious priest away from the frightened oxen. She grumbles about useless, pompous fools as she does so.
Enraged by Samoon's fire bomb, the yak blows its wintry breath...
Martino, still injured, stumbles over a rock. The blast goes above his head, missing him entirely.
Satisfied that he knows the way to the foe, and even more satisfied that his spell works, Samen is content to join the fray.
He activates his staff, charging it up, then charges himself toward the monstrosity.
Iniga hisses at the cold before the volcanic fire running through her blood began to do its work, slightly healing her rounds as she steps into range, trying to bring the creature down
As he charges, Wamblee is struck in the chest by the freezing vapours. It does not slow his advance but his injuries mount.
All of you--siblings, cousins, and mercenaries--put your full effort into pummeling, slashing, and bombing the obdurate creature down. It finally breaks under the attacks, crumbling to pieces like the first.
You happen to keep your Sight fixed to the southeast, not really thinking about it. As the ridiculous yak goes to pieces, another elemental gains your attention - it is almost at the edge of your Sight. It is...sparkling? winking? laughing?
Wamblee stands, alert, trying to sense any other approaching stone beasts, while still bloodied and frostburned.
Wamblee, through the shifting white mists of snow, you see one thing clearly - the priest's cart has been ransacked. Beyond the damage caused by the yak's charge, you see signs of crowbars and other tools.
This was not random chance - elens were behind this.
Iniga, Margherita looks to you as she kneels next to Martino. "Help me with Martino, eh Iniga?" She takes out a kit and starts cleaning the wound.
Samen frowns as he focuses on the other elemental. "There's more out there, I see one."
He moves closer cautiously, ignoring both cart and priest. Those were problems for other people. He focuses to gather more details about the elemental as he readies his staff, in case it's necessary.
He has a feeling, though, that this elemental might be a familiar one.
Iniga frowns at Margherita. "I cannot heal him, have no experience in healing, and there's one more elemental out there according to Samen. Martino looks wounded, but doesn't seem to be in immediate danger. It makes sense to be on hand to assist."
Margherita waves you on. "We will join you in a moment, but I must see to my els, si?"
Wamblee turns to the others.
"The priest's cart has been ransacked. The signs of elen tools are upon it. Someone planned this, for robbery. Also, I could use treatment for my wounds."
"Wamblee, care for another? You still look sorely hurt," says Samoon, dusting off his hat.
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Samoon makes his round with some infusions. "Do we expect more trouble on the road today, I wonder?" He has a slight limp from the cold damage.
Marianne is dragging Saggezza Grico by his heels, none too gently. When she sees Samen and Iniga continue to the southeast, she drops the priest's legs with a thump.
Throwing up her hands as if petitioning Fallen Sky, she says, "Yeah, don't tell me where you're going or anything." She mutters to herself, quite like her mother did once upon a time, "Samen Vloe Firenze..."
Without breaking his focus, he talks back to his sister. "Where do you think I'm going? There's another elemental out there. Care to join us?"
"Wamblee is still wounded," says Samoon. "We need to be careful. In other words, wait a few, if you could."
Samoon checks the wagon.
While Samoon delivers his first infusion to Wamblee, Marianne gives a quick shrug and sprints after Samen. "Then stay behind and take a look at that wagon you find so interesting. Samen is actually being the fun one for a change!" She is already disappearing into the white fog as she finishes her sentence.
Wamblee and Samoon, you are looking at the bottom of the priest's cart, which is quite easy as the cart has been knocked on its side. There is a small, hidden compartment which has been opened and sundered by tools. The compartment, hardly big enough to hold an elen's head, is empty.