Mak agrees. "If we're going to check everything, we should start somewhere."
He directs his steps towards the house that Darvan pointed out.
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"I agree with that" Mak says, and puts his hands to the job.
"Mmm... yeah, right? I don't know... I was just thinking aloud. But I know the reason beyond the lack of blood in their corpses is one I won't like when we find out." He keeps helping with the physical job, for what he's better qualidfied, performing a holy symbol with his hand to protect from evil spirits.
Mak comments his thoughts casually. "Three guys drained of all blood and another stabbed? With what, a wooden stake?"
"This must be one of the first victims" Mak comments on the new found corpse, "from where they still had time and people to properly bury the dead." Of course is only a hypothesis, but I've that should calm those who might freak out about it.
While carrying the body to where he's told, Mak answers the spirit. "I'm gonna put this body to rest! That should give you peace!"
"Alright then, get something ready and I'll fetch the corpse." Mak then waits for a sign that Grym is ready, after which he picks the body by the ankles and moves it wherever needed.
"I can manage the body" Mak offers, "if someone else manages the ceremony."
Mak stays there, listening to the spectre. It seems something turned all the colonists mad. He'd like to ask the apparition more things, like where are the others, what happened that made all act strange, and else, but he decides to stay silent. Too many talking at a time might piss off the ghost, and no one wants that.
"What the...? Mak freaks out when something comes out of the church and all items start whirling around. He manages to stand his ground, though. Bracing his shield, he waits for an opportunity to use it, be it in defense or offense.
"I wonder who killed him and then put him there to rest" Mak comments while helping Neziana put the body back in place.
"So, at this point, we're not gonna find survivors here. We should check the place for hints, and then look for a trail. If there's anyone still alive, he's either captive or hiding elsewhere." Mak considers himself a capable tracker, though he has seen Darvan do much better; he offers to help under his guidance to quicken the search .
Mak shrugs, not really sold on any of the theories. Not that he's got a better one, no, but something here smells bad, and he's sure there's something hidden bigger than they think. "My hope was that the goblins could tell us who or what did this, but..."
Mak checks the goblin to see if it still lives. Either way, he's going to drag the body to a more discrete place, in the settlement, so he grabs it by an ankle and walks back to the others.
Mak bashes again at the goblin, this time trying not to impale himself in the goblin's spear.
Maka just cuts the goblin's gibberish by slamming its face with his shield.
Maka's heart is about to explode a he witnesses the goblins far away from him...
Maka runs as fast as his legs allow. Those goblins must not escape!
Maka quickly rushes to where Neziana signaled for more goblins.
Makanaky has been standing just there, in the middle of the settlement, trying to have line of sight to most of it so he can go wherever needed. When he hears the word "Goblins", he stands ready with his shield and looks everywhere. "Goblins? Where?" Then he sees some movement, his companions rushing towards one of the houses, so he follows them.
Maka shrugs, then follows the rest. He feels much safer with ground under his feet.
"Do you think it will come back?" Maka asks, wanting to know if he has to be extra ready for a surprise apparition.
Maka still stays there, waiting for the gremlin to come out and amazed at the amount of time his companions can hold their breath. Water is clearly not his element.
Maka's surprise at the strange creature is only surpassed by the woman diving after it. "Do we really have anything against staying dry?" he complains, ready to play whack-a-mole in case the gremlin shows its head somewhere near.
Maka is a bit lost in the boat. "Should I help rowing, or should I get ready to fight off whatever they are?" If asked to fight, he'll stand ready to shield bash off the boat anything that tries to come in.
Maka braces his shield when the rest warn about a possible danger.
That's actually a bit weaker since it'll be one less skill that's trained, but I have plenty of skills regardless, so we should be fine. I'll adjust my sheet to account for it. You also get +2 Int and +2 Con.
Yep, wrong alias xD And yep, I could have chosen full plate. But I'm just that reasonable xD Plus, SS could have just vetoed it. My plan is to go with no armor once I get the talent, anyway. Probably go naked, so I'm invisible.
The problem I see with this is... how do we justify having shared equipment to begin with, specifically since we weren't to expect such a tragedy? If we can answer this dilemma, I'm okay with that, though honestly I don't have much to share (I can't downgrade my equipment because it wasn't bought, just assigned).
The tall, ebony-skinned warrior nods in agreement to what the others have said. Since the only voice that has spoken about the extra soldiers was a negative, he stays silent on that. "Better if we don't have to fake."
Maka is enjoying the refreshing sea breeze on his face when he's called by the woman in charge of the expedition, Ramona. For a moment, he's worried that their cover might have been discovered, but then he realises the summoning happened after using the spyglass to watch the settlement. "There must have happened something there" he thinks while walking steadily to where asked. "I'm here. Is there something we can help with?"
Hi, Jereru here would be willing to add Makanaky, one of the original characters to that campaign, to the list. I will comb through the alias and see what needs to be changed to adapt to the rest of the group.
Maka rubs his hands in excitement. This is what he has looked for! He nods, saying nothing, while checking that his gear is well tightened and apropriate for the task at hand.
Due to old links on SoP/SoM not working, and the existance of an own Wiki with all new links put together, Makanaky's cruch is updated for easier comprehension.
Makanaky pays all the attention he can, while trying to discern what happen even if he knows he's too far away. In case something bad is happening, he's got his boomerangs in hand, a reflex learned through all the years of hunting.
"Oh, a scholar. I bet your abilities will be most welcome. Never had the chance to study much myself." He chuckles lightly when responding to Cho. "Milk? Haha! Well, you can try, though I wouldn't bet my arm on it. It will be nice to work together with you, there's too much people here to be satisfied by only one man hunting." He asks for another drink, and lets Cho try to get his milk if he fells like. "Tell me, in your opinion... what do you expect to find there? What kind of perils or findings? I've never been in an endeavour such as this one before."
Maka smiles. "Hehe. Nah, it's not military, it's Mwangi. Never been to the army myself." He finishes the drumstick. "But been to the jungle a lot. I don't expect jungles there where we're heading, of course, but some techniques for surviving in the wilderness hold true whatever the environment... I hope." He raises his hand to ask for more drink, but looks at the newcomer. "Need a new drink, Tsu... Tao... ummm... where did you say you're coming from?"
Makanaky finishes a sip of his drink and answers the question with a smile. "I'm Makanaky, a pleasure to meet you." He gestures as if offering a seat. "I'm a hunter and can move fairly well in the wildness. I hope this will bring us food and save us some trouble." He picks another drumstick. "What skills took you here, if I may ask in return?"
Makanaky attracts unwanted attention with his dark skin tone. "Well, I'll have to live with that..." He orders something to eat and greets at the concurrence, in general. "I only have to take I'm in the old times, when I was a guide back in Mwangi"
Makanaky: Maka tries not to appear too relieved. "Wow, thank you sir! You won't regret it." With a small bow he retires and goes to search for the Shining Sea.
Makanaky: Smedrik nods, "Excellent, why you've already answered most of my questions! Another with Mwangi experience and a local! Tell me, did your experiences at Mwangi give you insight into surviving in tropical climates? Also, what experiences have you had in organizing expeditions, if any?" Makanaky makes a weird face. "Well... I come from a tropical climate, so yes to the first question." The fact that he said he's an explorer, native from Mwangi and who's been exploring all his life there should make it clear, but he's not here to confront the interviewer. "As for the second one, most of the expeditions we used to organise were for foreign people. These people, usually, don't know anything of survival, so you need to be extra careful. It's like going with babies, if you allow me to say." Maka doesn't know if the interviewer is or isn't an explorer, and doesn't want to hurt his feelings, but he needs to explain anyways. "What I mean is that, even though I haven't led an exploration into the unknown, I have been leading explorations with the added task of being the only one professional. Into uncharted territory I have been, but the leader wasn't me." As he was told, being honest is the best way of not being caught in a lie.
Makanaky: "My name is Makanaky, and I am a hunter and a guide. I'm 21 and I come from the Mwangi Expanse. Pleased to meet you" he says, and offers his hand.
"A queue. Of course." Maka approaches the queue stoically and takes his place, asking in his most genuine Mwangi accent: "Good day! Who's last?" Once he's sure none of the others are around, he tries not to look too much further away on the queue top avoid meeting them. Best way to pretend is not having to pretend at all, his father would say.
After a quite uneventful trip to Almas, Makanaky and the rest finally arrive. Now they'll have to pass the true test, and some of them might be left behind. Just before leaving the ship, he talks to his new friends. "Alright, here we are. I wish you all luck, may we meet again soon. As for now, we'll all take different ways as the best way to avoid being linked to one another. I myself will try to stay in the ship a bit more and take land later today or tomorrow, if I am able. That way no one will see us unboard all together." After some other farewell words, Maka adresses the captain about his idea of staying longer in the ship, maybe posing as one of the crew. "What do you say, Cap'n?"
Makanaky is happy, he won't have to fake talents he hasn't got. "Elven vision, though... I'm okay, I just hope they don't test me at night." "I'll do my best to get in that ship. Once there, we all will work out meeting each other and becoming friends." He then talks to everyone. "I hope you guys are good thespians!"
MAkanaky is selected! The youngster can't stop smiling, and he congratulates Aria and Singi too. When asked about the questions, he waits for some seconds to check if any other answers, then he goes "Well, I was taught to listen and then speak. Maybe the briefing unveils all our queries." |