Ok, I jury-rigged this back together -- since I haven't seen something telling me that it's too late, I'll slide it in (hopefully) under the wire.
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Magrun smiles, "Indeed he is... and a finer companion than many two-legs... Like, say, Dante." He then nods at Wydell's statement, "Sounds like the best approach... Like I said earlier, the woods are lush with restored plants - some of which will be edible, but I'm thinking that if nature's been reset, there'll be game, too."
Magrun smiles at the joke, Good.. if she's starting to sure since resilience, we may not have to worry about her falling apart on the trail... He adds with a smirk, "Wydell's a mite obsessive, though he calls it being thorough ."
I'd say you have other priorities for the time being. ;)
Magrun says, "T'be honest, we hadn't discussed that yet... and seeing the smoke gave us somewhere immediate to go. Part of me wants to keep waking through what used to be the most devastated areas, looking for any of the enemy that may have survived... but I'm thinking there's more out there in the same boat as you... and so finding a safe city or town is looking like a priority."
Magrun nods, "A fair point."
Magrun nods at Wydell's statement, "I could send Rimeclaw to hunt now, if you'd like. I'm sure there's some small game in the woods, considering what they look like now."
Agree with Wydell. Would rather have a slow down or a pause than have you burn yourself out -- and not just because of what might be better for the game.
Magrun nods in what he hopes in an encouraging way, For this woman, we didn't actually stop the end of the world - this village was the whole of her world and it's gone... And now she's left her alone in the ruins... with all the pain from her loss, and probably guilt for survivin' He offers gently, "Right now, we mean to figure out what's happened and stay vigilant... we four -- five, counting Cuelebre, six with Rimeclaw, pledged to fight in defense of this world, and I keep thinkin' this is too good to be true and that we can't let or guard down... But I don't think that's what you meant... I can say we mean to search the village for clues and supplies... and while we do that, I think you need to decide if you're plannin' to stay here and rebuild, or comin' with us when we leave, and hope we find more survivors before we find somethin' that wants to kill us." He shrugs, slightly embarrassed at his little speeches, adding gruffly, "I know there's not survivors out there, because no force in creation would choose to just keep Dante around "
Magrun holds up his hand in what he hopes is a reassuring fashion, and offers, "No deviltry... she's some sorta angelic being, actually, and bonded to of one of my companions...". He shrugs, "They can explain it better'n me, but just know that she won't harm you.... Well, unless you're evil... or trying to bringing harm 'pon us." He steps forward, and offers the elf his hand, to help her back onto her feet.
Magrun nods, "Aye, I'm sharing that fear... assuming they actually did leave. A moment." He steps away and whispers, "She's harmless, and says the spawn were taken by the light. May as well come and make friends... or whatever it is that Dante does." He steps back toward the woman, "Was just calling my friends in, telling them you weren't Riftspawn ready to tear us apart. So don't be, it'd be bad for my reputation. Name's Magrun. Winterborn. And...." He whistles for his companion, "This adorable furball is Rimeclaw."
I love when my phone autocorrects a word after I've hit space and moved on. Obviously that was supposed to read "we *were* hoping to..."
Magrun steps out of his hiding spot, raising his hands in the air and carefully sliding his longsword into its sheath. "We mean you no harm. The smoke drew us - we were fighting the demons before everything... Changed... And we will hoping to figure out what happened."
Magrun whispers back, "Magic restored nature, but damaged settlements? That's... worrisome. Going in closer, and I'll look for magic when I do. " With that the hunter whispers a command for Rimeclaw to stay close and hidden, then creeps forward, moving from cover to cover to get a better look. Casts Detect Magic
Magrun shakes his head in response, then shakes it again at his own reaction, You'd think by now you'd remember that she can hear you, not see you.. He says, softly, "Smells of Riftspawn, but I haven't found where they're hiding yet... and these blue embers are... well... new. Maybe a reaction between their nature and whatever happened to the world? Anyhow, I'll keep looking around."
Blue embers? What does that?, Magrun thinks as he approaches... then both the hunter and his companion begin to growl as the smell of Riftspawn reaches them. I knew this "perfect" world was too good to be true.... He turns and raises his arm, flashing the signal for "contact" back to the companions, before beginning to look around.
Magrun nods, then whispers a quick command to Rimeclaw in his native tongue, "Follow, hide.". With that, he ducks into the brush and begins to approach carefully, looking for monsters.. Be they demons or humans...
Magrun nods, "We seem to be the same as before the... Whatever... Add much as the world seems to have improved, doesn't seem to have spread to Dante's personality." He smiles, then his expression sobers and he grunts in agreement, "Saw the smoke, was going to check it out before I noticed you. Can't help but think that some of the dark things might have crossed over into this... clean... version of the world. Guess Rimeclaw and I should Scott ahead?"
Magrun shrugs, "Just not used to otherworldly things that aren't trying to kill us all yet... I'll get over it... I mean, I learned to put up with Dante." He smirks, then says, "I'll scout ahead. Watch for my signal." He turns on his heel, whispering to his furry companion before ducking into the trees and heading to meet up with the halfling.
In the same boat, Wydell. Just hoping we don't lose the little bit of momentum we started building. Think I'm just still twitchy from the forum crashes.
*taps mic*
Magrun watches, then nods at the signal, offering a wave in response. He says over his shoulder, "Looks like he's moving up to investigate, and wants our support... and would rather we get into position quietly." He offers, "Rimeclaw and I can go on ahead, to give your wife time to finish calling her... friend.., but make sure that the halfling's still in one piece."
Magrun looks, trying to estimate, then nods, "Might be able to fire just past him .. I'll use a flight arrow for the range.". He draws a flight arrow from his quiver, snapping the arrowhead off, Just in case I miss... Well, hit, I guess.., before wrapping the end in cloth, taking aim, and then lowering the cloth into the fire to ignite it. He takes a deep breath as he brings the bow back up, holding it, then fires a shot, arcing it over the halfling's head.
I thought about shooting you to get your attention, but figured that'd be the time I Crit for max damage
Even if he did, he's too small to fetch you. At the moment. ;)
As the summoner begins her ritual, Magrun steps away, calling gently in his native Galshan, "Rimeclaw, come.". I've seen her do it dozens of times, but there's just something... unsettling... about that.... and glowing sigils on the forehead don't help.... With the cat at his heel, Margrun begins walking a perimeter, looking for any sign of the enemy he'd been so desperately fighting..minutes?..hours?... lifetimes?...ago. He pauses for a moment as he sees a figure in the distance, hand starting back to his bow instinctively before recognition dawns. He calls back over his shoulder, "Not to interrupt, but I think I've found Wydell... yonder." He says, "If you need more time to call your, uh, friend... I can see about getting close enough to get his attention... If it's all the same to you, I'd rather not shout out our location to anything that might be around to hear it."
Magrun looks past Dante, then says, "But I guess we could head toward that... Seems someone's already trying to wreck the new world only a few minutes after its been... whatevered... which means we may have found the enemy... " He shrugs, "Of course, might just be Wydell trying to signal us.. but I'm not that lucky... I mean I found you right away."
Magrun shakes his head, "No, so far, other than the cat and your wife, I've not seen anything intelligent, ally or enemy... And with how strangely pristine everything is, I'm doubting there's tracks I can follow."
That does seem considerably more fun than staring at a maintenance page. I think I was going to start statting up the Ratfolk just to keep busy.
Magrun starts when he hears voices other than his own, then relaxes as he realizes that the voices are familiar to him. He starts toward then, then pauses and slows his approach, suddenly wary, as he realizes that he's not moved -- but that everything around him has changed, instead. Careful... those two may have changed as much as everything else, he thinks, tensing as he readies himself to react... until he begins to make out what's being said, however, he shakes his head, No, they're certainly still themselves... so, then, definitely not the afterlife... He stops short, then coughs, ensuring that the two lovebirds realize that they're not alone. At Saorise's question, he barks out a single laugh, "Aye, if you've got an inkling of what's happened here, I'd also love to be hearing it," he says dryly. Magrun waves his hand, " Near as I can tell, we're still where we were, but it's just as if someone's undone all the damage caused by the demons and the end of the world..." He shrugs, then adds, "Though, I'm more to a mind to think they're hiding it, as it's just too much to wash away. Maybe to take away our will to fight back?"
Sorry, am I missing a post just for me somewhere?
Magrun opens his eyes, looking up at the sky for a moment as his brain tried desperately to process what happened -- and what he was seeing now -- almost relishing in the uncomfortable itch from the grass against his skin.... and the much softer, and even more familiar, warm fur under his left hand, as if these two simple sensations could give his mind something to anchor on... Demon's piss and sour mead, I'm alive... and so is Rimeclaw, I'm thinking... He sits up, both to ensure that he can and that the warm fur is, indeed, connected to a living, breathing lynx... rewarding the cat with a scratch behind the ear for having also survived... whatever in the name of the divines it is that happened.. He stands, slowly, testing for injuries that he, thankfully doesn't find, then begins to stretch and survey the area. This doesn't match what I remember.... And not just because of the warm sun, gentle breeze and the sounds of birds instead of screams... "Oh, bloody hells, this had best not be the afterlife..." , he says aloud, if only to break the peaceful calm.
Ok,slight change -- didn't realize I had 2 ranks in profession (tanner), so used one of them and kept the ability to fletch. ;)
Small edit (checking if it's ok): can I swap the Craft (Bows) for Craft (Traps) -- think it gels better and explains why he was taught to disarm traps when he fell in with the bad folk in his teenaged years (hence the Criminal trait)
Ok, despite the forums trying to kill me... here I am. |