Ali shouts and struggles, seeking to get himself free at any cost.
"LET ME GO YOU DAMN BASTARD!"
Azeri roars and begins to try rip the vine from the wall.
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Azeri roars in rage before flashing out with everything he has.
Azeri charges forward with a bellow, looking to push himself between Furnok and the head thingy.
Feeling his body covered with a thin layer of protection, the Eidolon steps forward as Helgarr moves behind him, lashing out with his claws at the creature.
Ali takes aim with his crossbow again, seeking to splatter more zombie brains.
Azeri charged in towards them and threw himself fully in to the battle.
The now large Azeri storms forward in to battle, laying in to the creature with his claws.
He then throws a shoulder in to the beast.
Azeri laughs softly, before shaking his head. "Poor Ali won't be able to think of nothing but his Goddesses perfect arse now!"
Azeri frowns, studying the woman closely before bowing. "Thank you Mistress." He moves away from the door, dragging Ali with him, signalling Maria to join them. When, and if Maria join them, Azeri bends down to fix a strap on his chest and to whisper. "I don't trust her. We need to get a look in that Temple. Something seems wrong here..."
Azeri sighed, shaking his head softly before stepping forward. "What our Maria said is right, we need your help Miss..?"
I think I can choose what form Azeri takes at each level. He has the option of being either a biped or a quadruped, as an Agathion bloodlined Eidolon, so I think I can change between them.
"Wake up Stupid!"
Azeri slumped in on himself, gritting his teeth and growling sharply as the strength left his body. In frustration he lashed out, trying to grab the little devil.
Azeri stretched and growled, before charging towards the Quasit, lashing out with one huge paw.
Azeri growled as the electricity flashed over his body but did no harm. His fur crackled and stood on end as he moved over to stand by Ali, looking down at the young summoner. "Snap out of it kid. I need some power!"
Azeri flinched back from the claw buried in his chest, before lashing out with his own weapons, slashing across the Sinspawns face and chest, before lunging at the creature.
Ali and Azeri form up with the group, Ali to the middle, Azeri striding forward to back up Helgarr. "The kid means good," the bearan mutters to the Barbarian, leaning in to reposition a strap on her Armor before putting her on the shoulder. "He is just working through almost losing the last person he thinks of as family. Give him time!"
Azeri felt the spell settle around him and he grinned, before stretching and flexing, stepping up to the beast again. "Time to go beast!"
Azeri swings first one, then the other claw, before throwing himself forward at the beast, all to no avail.
Azeri keeps to the back of the group, looming threateningly over the proceedings, keeping his arms crossed before him. He was getting as impatient as the boy, and as the Ranger seemed to be, but he wouldn't say it out loud. 'Let's be about those zombies and forget about this Mill foolishness.' He sighed inwardly.
Azeri smiled when the new little Halfling began to meet everyone, glad that there was still some happiness to be had in the Town. 'That Cleo had been getting all too serious these days. She had lost much of her shine, hopefully this returns it!' 'Yeah. She deserves to smile again, she is a nice person and there are sadly few of them!' Azeri glanced towards the back door of the Inn just in time to catch sight of Alis back disappearing around the corner and out in to the day beyond. "Don't go too far kid. Keep on your toes!"
Azeri sniffed the air for a second, before steering his horse off in to the undergrowth.
Azeri crouched low over the neck of the heavy horse, the claws on his left hand sliding free, his eyes focused on the gap before him.
Azeri ranged a little ahead of Ali, Glaive lying across his shoulder as he stared out in to the trees, keeping an eye out for game and for tracks alike. He refrained from answering any questions however as none were directly aimed at him.
As Cleo channels, Azeri walks over to the Goblin alchemists and carefully slides a claw up under their little chins, severing their spines.
"Unrepentant murderous maniacs!"
Azeri feels his eyes darken as his ears ring and his nose clicks painfully out of place. He glanced back over his shoulder, glaring at Ali for a moment, before turning back to the man. "That was a good punch, I'll give you that. But that will be your last!"
Azeri glanced at the Half Elf before taking a step in, flexing so his claws slide free. "I know my Master wants to talk to you, but I wont be pulling mu punches this time. It is too dangerous and I do not wish to lose him. I apologise in advance!" Bowing his head slightly, Azeri lashes out with both of his claws.
Azeri rakes his claws across the man's throat and stomach, seeking to end him quickly, before lunging forward and slamming in to him with all of his might.
Azeri grins as he steps in to Alandrians place, staring down at the Half-Elf before him. "So you would be the Longshanks who has brought all of these green filth together? Good. It is about time we spoke. I have a bone to pick with you!" Azeri rears back, before lunging forward, lashing out at the man with all of his might.
Azeri switched his focus to the Warpriest, going all out on the Goblin, but controlling his attacks so as to bruise, not bleed.
Azeri steps forward, past Vandra and in to range of two of the Goblins, lashing out with his claws at first the Falchion wielding Goblin, then the other.
When his last attack misses, he lunges forward, using his body to crush the heavily armored Goblin.
Azeri appears like a ghost beside the two younglings, keeping his stride to their much shorter legs. "Good plan, protect those squishy bits a bit more. I approve. And I agree completely, let the stuffed shirts talk and argue, we will prepare to bring Amieko home. I owe her a lot, we both do!"
Azeri nods his agreement, stepping forward beside the young Summoner and resting a hand on his shoulder. 'I need new armour and we need supplies. As soon as this is over we go and pick up what we need then get the hell out of here!' Azeri could feel the cold rage filling the Summoner, feel the underlying sense of dread and fear, tightly contained, and he smiled. "Sure think kid. We will swing by the Stables and grab the horses on our way out of town. We got her, she will be okay!"
Azeri lashes out, slamming his claw hard in to the back of the head of the mook, aiming to knock him down and out.
Azeri takes the blow and laughs softly, glaring down at the thug. "That's cute. My turn!" With that the bearman flexes, his claws growing to match his size, before he lashes out again, using the back to bludgeon the enemy.
Azeri steps forward, lashing out with both of his claws at the man who attacked Volioker, turning them so he is using them as bludgeons rather than their normal razor like lethality.
"It's Sczarni scum up to Sczarni ways. They want him to break in to some building for them. I reckon we send em for a nap then tie em up, making sure to bind up their ankles this time, before we ask em real sweet where they want to rob!" Azeri grins and begins to pick idly at his claws.
"We are stopping some thugs from bothering the local locksmith. We got a date with some clubs and some thick skulls. Feel free!" Azeri said, cracking his knuckles and grinning.
Azeri laughs quietly, glancing at Vandra wryly. "It weren't no picnic for me neither kid!" The bearman then turns to Maria, holding up his paw like hands and shaking his head. "No use in me having a ranged weapon. I ain't much good with nothin that aint these babies!"
Azeri finished cinching the saddle in place, before he too led his horse out of the stall and mounted up, having less of a distance to travel than Ali did. "Aye, if you train them for war, they will die by your side if it is called of them!" He grinned, patting Ji on the neck lightly.
"Well they are both Mages and neither of them past 20, so I say the name fits both of them!" Azeri grins, tussling Marias hair. "YOU love to stir the pot don't you you little menace?" Azeri laughs softly, shaking his head, before shaking the mans hand.
Azeri smiles, patting the man on the shoulder, before turning to the rest of the group. "Lord Foxglove here is a good man, he knows he was wrong to jump to conclusions about our young Mage here. Now, let us put this all behind us." Azeri turned to the well dressed man, before continuing. "We would be more than happy to receive your present, dear sir, but for now... We really should see about what happened to that bed. Anyone any ideas?"
Azeri steps in after Ali, frowning and sniffing the air slightly. "Something smells like lies in here..." He smiled, before turning to Maria. "Now Maria, no need to be so impolite to Lord Foxglove here, I am SURE he meant no harm. Isn't that right m'Lord?"
"Sounds like we have trouble upstairs. We should go check it out. And you need to clean up or Ameiko will totally force feed you cod liver oil again!" Azeri grinned, walking back inside, and heading up the stairs, Ali in step.
Azeri bursts forth from the other side in a wash of light, instantly glaring around him, holding his claw up to Ali to silence him.
When he is satisfied he has a handle on the situation around him, Azeri turned to the Summoner, smiling faintly, placing one large paw on the boys shoulder. "That was scary kid, I thought I had lost you there for sure. You did good though, you took some hell of a punishment before you went down. I am proud of you." He smiled, ruffling the young mans hair. "Ameiko is right though, you have to be careful." "You heard that...?" "No... I can read your mind, moron." "Oh, right, yeah!" "By the gods..."
Azeri rears up, his claws slashing towards the Goblins throat before... nothing. The razor sharp claws disappear in a blinding flash, as the greataxe bites deep in to the chest of the young summoner, tearing flesh and bending chain links. Ali is knocked down off of his feat and slumps unconscious, beginning to bleed out from the wound on his chest.
Azeris reflexes fail him but he had gotten a tight grip on the rope.
Azeri snorted as he steadied himself on the steps. "Ear to ask questions. You ass!"
Azeri advanced down the stairs, trying his best not to fall off of the side or fall flat on his face. Both he and Ali tried sticking to the side of the stairs that would keep them closer to the wall.
Azeri hefts his sap and gives it a few practice swings, before nodding to Furnok. "Aye these will do. Do we have some rope to tie em up after? Drag em in front of a magistrate for harassment and breaking and entering."
"Aye, you and me armed with saps might be for the best. We can grab some in town then come back and wait here, if'n the Master doesn't mind!" Azeri nodded in agreement with Furnok.
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