Seeing the effect of the fire from her exploding rounds, Blayze quickly reloads both of her weapons, opting for adamantine ammunition.
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As everyone blasts the dance with everything they have, Blayze joins in with a volley of explosive shots.
Hasted attack
Blayze continues, unleashing another volley of shots at the abomination.
Hasted attack
Having cleared her jammed weapons, Blayze unleashes a volley of shots up at the roiling elemental enemy, before getting dragged into the deadly whirlwind.
Tried posting initiative 3 times and it won't take for some reason.
Blayze quietly whispers a prayer to The Drifter as she steps up, ready to follow through the eerie portal.
Blayze finds herself distracted by the eerie silence, and ominous smells of the tunnel passageway.
Haven taken the time to reload her guns with specifically devastating ammunition while her companions attacked, Blayze unleashes a volley at the ooze ahead of her hoping her shots are effective.
"Works for me too!" Blayze replies, following.
"Sounds like whatever's up ahead is on the crawling, slithering side." Blayze says, reloading as she moves forward.
Blayze unloads a barrage against the bat to her left.
Blaze completes the climb down, drawing Honor reflexively as she looks around.
Not surprised, but I'm glad that if you had to get it, it's when the virus seems far less devastating and there's better treatment, vaccines etc in place. I think we're going to be looking at a spike again soon. Friends of mine in key positions in different government agencies in Europe have all pointed out a sudden increase in stockpiling PPE, vaccines and equipment in the last month, and steady order increases, when I mentioned we might go to France next year. And as we've seen, thanks to international travel, a spike anywhere is pretty much a spike everywhere now.
Once the rungs cool, Blayze climbs down to the chamber previously occupied by the scarabs.
"Well that was...frighteningly effective." Blayse says looking down the now-cleared shaft and preparing to climb down once the rungs have cooled from their current glowing state.
and anything that survives the fire gets a holy blast.
Standing at the edge and looking down at the swarming horror, Blayze sets herself as her companions flee up the hole. "Everyone out as fast as you can, and Alessia, make sure to get at least 30ft clear of me when you get out! I'll hold them back." she shouts, her eyes beginning to glow with an almost painfully bright light.
I'm sorry for anything horrible that happens next.
Blayze starts awake at the shout, glad that she'd chosen to sleep in her armor, and grabbing up her holster as she gets up.
Buckling the upper part of her duster, while leaving everything from her hips down free, so as not to affect her draw, Blayze si8lently takes in the new environment nodding at Mel's comment on the temperature. "Always a new experience with this crew, huh?"
Usually sale price is half value, and Blayze, though pretty quiet for most of this, can toss in the other half.
'Well this certainly sounds interesting. Nice to know there are like-minded folk here too. Pretty handwriting too.' Noting the symbolic signature, she tucks the note away in an inner pocket in her coat, and makes her way back toward the Copper Cauldron.
Accepting the note, Blayze turns it over in her hand a few times before pressing a silver into the young one's hand with a smile. "Thank you!" Once the child had run off, she looks around, checking to see if anyone were paying her particular attention before breaking the seal and reading the note.
A tiny trace of a smile dances on Blayze's lips as she reads the woman's reaction, taking note of the exchange, and nodding slightly, as if to confirm just how hard a fight she would present. "Well in that case, I should be thankin' you ...Bex is it? It so hapens that I am pretty new around here, so I appreciate the...warnin'" she says, arching an eyebrow at the last word. "Just so I have it right, all three of you are set out to hunt some poor kid tryin' not to starve? Seems a bit much, no?"
Blayze sighs to herself quietly. This probably wasn't going to end well. Taking a smooth step forward to directly interpose herself between the Hardheads and their prey she looks the armored officer directly in the eyes. "And if I decide to make it my business?"
Something about the trio chasing after a kid in tattered rags rubs the gunslinger the wrong way, as always following her heart rather than her head. Without another thought she steps forward seeking to intercede. "What's goin' on here? What trouble could one scrawny kid be that takes three armored roughnecks to chase him down like a pack o' wild dogs?" she asks, stepping up toward them.
Have a good time!
Happy Birthday!
So after avoiding it for 2 years, thanks to the stupid school system reducing the return to school time frame to 5 days after a positive test (meaning they're still contagious), my son caught Covid, and now my wife and I have it as well. Plus side is that Omicron is not as brutal as the original or delta strains but still no fun.
So my wife has had her spinal surgery (C4/C5 replaced) and is back home recuperating. Currently using vacation time for her recovery, (I'll likely extend it by a week).
Wow. Hope it doesn't build to the intensity they're anticipating. Stay safe
Shaking her head at the draconian approach to what is likely the livelihoods of those lacking the power to resist, Blayze looks around the area, watching the activity and getting a feel for those in the Square.
Finishing her gaveh, Blayze decides to take a look around the area the group were referring to, more out of curiosity than anything else. On her way out she addresses one of the serving staff. "Would you happen to know how I could find Swap Square from here?"
It sounded like the local tradespeople were worried about zoning annexing some of their territory. City planning was not something she had any experience with, even moreso in a place like this, but the sentiment rang true of powerful landowners oppressing those they deemed powerless to prevent it. That was something she understood. She continues to listen, her interest now peaked.
Caught up in curiosity she listens, while trying not to look as though she is.
Taking in the staggering variety of people around her, BVlayze's attention skips from table to table, eventually choosing to zero in on the table of "Plane kissed".
Thanks!" she replies putting away the coins and taking a long sip of the comfortingly hot beverage.
Blayze takes out a gold piece, handing it to the server with a shrug. "Will that cover it?"
"Might as well dive right in." the gunslinger says to herself, catching the attention of a server and ordering a duplicate of the merchant's drink.
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