She cocks her head warily at the wizard, "How would you do that?" The idea of ripping through anything intrigues her, but she is wary of some of the stories she's heard about magic.
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Kyarla looks proud as she watches the groups reunite. Undeath has been defeated and they would survive a little longer. She will definitely help Octavian to retrieve the orb. It may not be edible, but if it can be traded or used to make magic it would be worth it. "Has anybody seen the camels?" she calls out. "We need to make sure they don't wander off."
Kyarla moves to the undead in a blur, tearing at it in a bestial fury. Stopping the others was only delaying what needed to be done.
Awesome! As they say, "Good things come to those who wait."
Dark Green: Kyarla is ready to charge, but will hold for Arion's magic. Once that is done, she is ready to attack.
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Greenavan:
With her attention split between the threat and her supposed ally, it worms into her brain and she begins moving.
caravan/green: She controls her hunger. Once she focuses, she realizes that it is not real. She takes a step back. And then the compulsion hits her and she finds herself running towards the speaker.
She charges and he can see the claws growing as the frenzy goes over her. Only at the last minute does she pull her blow and simply knock
With that she stands up, looking down on him.
Kyarla sees the strange reactions of the others, and responds, "Bring the camels at least." Though has little training, she will attempt to bring one along.
Green: She looks over the camels without coming too close. She whispers to the others, "Do we use them for muscle or meat?"
I have not yet been assigned one. I only have Bandit.
She smiles at the skinwalker and the canid. "It will be good to run as the gods intended. Let us hunt!" She will take these words to heart breaking out with long loping strides towards the green. As they moved forth, it was a good pack.
I'd much rather get a false alarm warning than not get one if things turn out bad.
Kyarla moves faster than most and will keep scouting at the edge of the group. By widening their circle, it keep then better protected and it will help them forage further. She will creep up to the high dunes to see what lies beyond.
Sadly, this isn't true. The reflex save is holy. You even get one when paralyzed. It's just at -5. FAQ And he does get a will save each round against being held if nobody takes him out. But now that they are outnumbered, it's likely a done deal.
From there she goes into a frenzy of tooth and claw, ravaging the human before he can react.
Kyarla moves with a speed beyon
She indicates the lead warrior. She then points at Qahnaarin and directs him to the leader and spellcaster in the middle.
Kyarla will hold still. They were too far away for the others to strike. A few seconds more and the ambush would be perfect.
I don't expect to see you for at least a couple of days.
Kyarla will take the east flank and use the shade of the tree to remain hidden. She keeps her tribal blade sheathed - it is only steel and much less useful than her real weapons. While she had no magic to expire, she understood the concern. It was a great advantage to have such powers. But few could channel such gifts.
Kyarla first grabs some armor, tearing out the symbol with her teeth as she quickly slips into it. As she dresses, she considers a bow, but it didn't have the pull to replace her sling. She takes one of the bottles of spirits, but then sees that she has something to keep her head clear for. She puts it back to take a healing draught. Her sack is worn, so she puts it into one of the backpacks. When all this is done, she turns to the tailor. "Be clever and quick. We need a tailor to fix this armor," She points to the torn symbol on her chest. But her eyes recognizes his courage in facing them.
”What can we do to teach these refugees how to survive? Many are simple families.” "I know the ways of hunting and finding food in the wilderness. We need to find the best and teach them how to support the others. That should last until we find a place to farm." she offers. [b]"It will be harder for the races with poor noses, but I can adapt."
"Perhaps a tailor, but not simple." she responds with a toothy smile. "You know of nations and peoples. I hunt and fight. I think many of us are like this. You can help us know where to hurt them. That is a worthy skill." she looks down at her worn rags, "So is tailoring."
"Before this king, the humans were merely annoying," she comments, "So not all humans are mad." It's not a challenge, but an explanation. [b]"But I agree that action is needed. We find a place for the refugees and then fight the humans until they stop. We kill this king if need be. We do this for the fallen and those who yet live." She pulls her jug from her shoulder and takes a swig. "For the fallen and those who yet live." She passes the jug.
Kyarla busies herself preparing the rabbits and lizards and skewering them for cooking. As she smells the canidae, she does turn to look at him. Their eyes lock for a moment, evaluating each other. The first breath is tense, the second is wary, and the third breath is calm. This wasn't the time to address old issues. She nods at their new understanding and gets back to handing over skewers to the group. It wasn't much, but a few bites of fresh meat would be a relief after weeks of old rations. "The blue dragonkin was talking about being involved on a raid on the humans. Freeing people from chains. We need more talk of that."
The sound of conversation came to her a little before the smell of smoke and cat. She waited downwind and listened for a bit. The little dragonkin had mentioned attacking the humans and was looking for a group. It wasn't family, but at least it would be something to do. As she approaches, she sees a woman coming from the other side, and hears her startle a bit. She coughs a bit as she approaches to let them know she's coming up. She's carrying two skinny hares and few lizards that had just enough meat to be worth the hassle. Not bad for the number of people in the area. "Trade some meat for some fire and some company." she offers. |