Nostrils flared wide, Oynar begins to quietly work her way through the house, alert for more lurking foes...or more victims.
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Oynar looks back at Caelus, one claw raised, head cocked inquisitively to the side. Caelus shakes his head briefly, and the eidolon settles back onto her haunches, both front claws on the ground.
The eidolon shifts aside to avoid the ranseur, then lunges back in with claw and fang.
With a rasping growl, sounding like the grinding of metal gears, Oynar dashes through the door, fangs bared, ready to take a bite out of what she sees. As long as it looks even vaguely enemy-ish, and that she can reach it in a single move, the eidolon attacks.
Oynar approaches the other side of the door, eyes and nostrils wide.
Oynar moves to slink alongside Naravash.
Oynar steps up beside Naravash, seeing if he can see or hear anything, as well as smell anything over the blood.
Oynar moves into place near the door, so as not to hamper wither Razul or get into Navarash's line of fire.
"...is Oynar," the quadruped finishes, her words sounding like they were spoken by distinct, soft voices simultaneously. "Well met,
The eidolon sits, looking at the hawk as if waiting for a reply.
The Eidolon is very, very still as the mongrel burns away. After Naravash questions the others, she pads slowly towards them, lifting her nose and inhaling deeply, trying to see if they smell..well...real.
Oynar leans back on her haunches, pointing her snout upwards. "Up there!" her voices chime.
Oynar trots over to Red Stick, sniffing at the rogue's clothes to try to catch an unfamiliar scent. If successful, she lowers her sleek head to the ground to attempt to track it.
"Well..." The Eidolon says, turning about to glance around the room. Taking a step or two nearer the...prisoners?...she takes a deep sniff, just to verify that they are real, too. Then she cocks her head, trying to determine the source of the droning.
Oynar lays into the nearest mongrelman with tooth and claw.
On hearing his summoner's shout, the sleek creature shoots forward, threading the door into the room and breaking right. She spins to a halt on the far side of one of the mongrelmen, fangs bared for a vicious bite.
Anticipating battle, Oynar's three voices produces a strange harmony of a low, canine growl, a menacing feline rumbling purr, and a strange, breathy hiss.
"There is blood in the air." the eidolon's tripartate voices whisper. pointing with its head towards the door.
Oynar steps to the west and attacks.
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The eidolon follows Red out the door, breaking to the left and leaping at the mongrelman on the end with bared fangs.
Oynar will shift opposite Red Stick and attack.
Oynar will take a five foot step to set up a flank, if possible. The eidolon tries to tear into the archer with tooth and claw.
Oynar dashes into the room, fangs bared, and takes a bite at the archer.
Oynar pauses, liting her head as much as she can, and takes a deep draught of the stale air, aeeing what she can smell.
"This is more the crusade of which you spoke, Caelus, than maggots and flies. We will help, no?" the eidolon asks, looking up at her summoner. "Of course, Oynar." Caelus replies.
After stiffening when she sees the creatures, Oynar waits patiently, as still as a staute, gem-like eyes never leaving them.
Once again, the gore-covered Eidolon glares rather balefully at his summoner, then pads a few yards away from the group to shake herself vigorously, spraying bits of insane dwarf rom her hide. As she stalks back over to Caelus, the young kellid has just shaken off the shock at the bizzare turn of events, and begun to wipe his face. "What now?" ask Oynar's odd, piping voices.
At a chin-gesture from Caelus, Oynar pads quietly around the front edge of the group, pausing to sniff the ground and cocking a head to listen.
Oynar leaps to the attack at the remaining darkmantle:
"I tire of tunnels and vermin," Oynar's vocies reply. "You never did show me much of the city above. I would like to see what is still standing." Caelus nods, and looks around to see if anyone needs help preparing to leave. He will again offer his shoulder to Aravashinal.
Oynar lunges in again with tooth and claw.
Oynar, meanwhile, attempts to tear into the creature with tooth and claw:
All three voices dropping to a low, near-growl, Oynar announces " Flesh rots in here, somewhere."
The eidolon makes a couple of rough, catlike coughing noises at the horrid odor, and glares balefully over her shoulder at Caelus, in a very clear "the-things-I-do-for-you" manner. Seeing her summoner only feebly shrug in reply, she turns her head back towards the door, and, tentatively, takes in another sniff.
Naravash looks at the fly as it twitches for a few moments on the ground, "Hmpf. There are an awful lot of bugs down here." "Tell me about it..." the Eidolon's voices mumble quietly.
Oynar slinks next to Caelus. "Do you hear that?" the tripartate voice asks. "Aye, Oynar," the summoner replies. "Anyone else? A faint buzzing...not sure where." Summoner and eidolon glance around the new cavern, looking for the source of the noise.
Oynar pads along next to Aravashnial. "It is right here, and can hear you itself..."Oynar quips, though his tone, strange as the voice is, is light. The eidolon fields a few of the blind elf's questions, though the answers are sometimes strange or bizarley literal.
The eidolon paces a brief circle before looking back at Morgrym, it's head rotated to tilt to the left a little. "Yes, yes, and yes," his strange voices reply.
With an annoyed glance at Caelus, Oynar courteously pads a few feet away from the group, then shakes himself vigorously, spraying slime and maggot bits all around. He trots back to Caelus and sits, tilting his head. His voice, sounding like three different voices speaking simultaneously, is low as he asks, "This was the glorious crusade you wanted me to join? Maggots?" Caelus valiantly stifles his grin, and merely shrugs in reply. |