He shook his head. "Don't strain yourself, just untie them as best you can. I have some people here helping us. Just free these people here and go find a place to rest and recover. I'll patch you up." He stated, giving her a reassuring smile.
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Romycas noted what was happening with Coresc and the other captives in the trees, and proceeded to climb the nearest tree, with little effort due to his size enabling him to get excellent grips on the bark. Once he crawled along a stout enough branch, he started to untie his friend from the vines by prising them open using his bare hands. He then went to tend to the other captives in the trees. "Coresc... I know it hurts, but I need your help freeing these people."
He nods to Bryn. "Go ahead. I need to go investigate something for a moment." He stated, then darted towards the trees where he saw an old friend. Carefully trying to sneak his way there, he narrowed his eyes so that the glow of them would be less intense. Beneath the tree containing Coresc, he smiled up at her and whispered. "You can come down now, Coresc."
Romycas shrugged his massive shoulders at Charlene's question. "They seem pretty intent on cooking the prisoners. I do not believe they are the reasonable type." He mused, his glowing blue eyes turning towards the prisoner with the sandy brown hair, frowning. "We have to save them."
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Romycas' jaw set with all the plans being made, he was just to lead them from whence he came. Then the little girl looked at him and his glowing blue eyes were softened. "Yes, little one. We will get your mother back soon. I won't leave her to those animals much longer."
He nodded again, forgetting to account for mortals who get tired and hungry. "Yes...very well." He stated, sitting back down again to double check that his stitching was secure again. "And if your balloon went that way, I know not. I was inside a cave much of the time I spent there."
The giant construct nodded his head. "Gomorotooth sounds familiar. Perhaps they are one in the same as the slavers." He mused, then stood up. "It will take some hours to get there." He said, looking towards the others to see if they were confirmed to come along.
The giant construct rose to his feet. "None of you need to risk yourselves. I can go alone to deal with the slavers. You clearly have your own mission to attend to." He said gruffly. Suddenly, realization dawned on him. "I did not give my name. I apologize. My name is Romycas, I think. My creator didn't deign to give me a name, so I picked one for myself." He muttered the last bit, still bitter at how he was created simply for expendable labour.
Romycas felt relief as he saw the young half-orc's wounds being tended to, he himself having finished restoring his damaged skin. The one called Finwa addressed him. "Brave or not, I wish I could have saved the rest of them too." He murmured, glowing blue eyes downcast. He combed his fingers through his matted blonde hair. "There was no time to rescue everyone." He then spoke to Charlene, shrugging. "I would not know, I don't have much knowledge outside of how to repair myself. My creator designed me for demolition and repair."
Romycas heard the Halfling out, conceding to let him tend to the girl's wounds while the construct tended to his own. He found that his left foot had come loose some, so he drew the stitches taut once more. The girl would head to Leoian to be treated for her own injuries. Romycas then addressed the woman with the sword. "I do not believe they followed us here, but I cannot be sure. They would have had to spend time rounding up the slaves I helped get loose."
He saw his loose flaps of skin, and carefully started to pull himself together again while the stranger spoke to him. "I'll be fine. The girl is priority." He murmured, tugging a bit on a loose thread to tighten it. He kept a glowing eye on the young girl under his protection as he worked on restitching himself.
The construct's glowing blue eyes opened again, then stared at Bryn. "Yes?" He asked, still holding the girl in his arms.
Exhausted from running, some of his stitching had come loose in the fighting, so flaps of skin hung off on several parts of Romycas, as well as being covered in the blood of the dogs he had fought. There were people nearby, and the giant man collapsed from fatigue. "The girl... keep her safe..." He wheezed. The people were a strange bunch, but probably no stranger than the hulking construct cradling the little girl in his arms protectively. "Slaver camp nearby... her mother is there." He managed to get out before falling unconscious, slumped down on his knees.
Unable to save the others, Romycas scooped up the little girl in his arms and bounded away from the Gomoktooth who attempted to grab them. Since he was much larger than they, it required little effort, but he was getting exhausted from the fighting. He jabbed a fist into a nearby Gomoktooth's gut, then charged off into the night with the girl in his arms. "I'll come back and free your mother. But for now, we need to find a place to hide. Can you be brave for me?" he asked the little girl in his arms, giving her a reassuring smile as he ran.
Gritting his teeth, Romycas hurls himself at the animal with the child. He let his fury take hold of him as he threw each punch into the beast's stomach, attempting to force it to release the child. Massive fists rained blow upon blow into the beasts' gut. He knew he was not likely to survive this night, but if he could save these people then it would be worth it.
The creature wasnt releasing the girl, and others were starting to tear at Romycas' back, flaps of patchwork skin peeling off as the stitching came loose, revealing the metallic shell underneath. He decided force was necessary, he gripped the jaws of the creature biting the girl in each hand and with a mighty pull wrenched the jaw apart, splitting its skull. "GO!" He shouted to her. The mother was in the cave! There was one heading there. He snarled, charging towards the one making for the cave, attempting to tackle it.
Romycas was also incredibly tall, and was able to stand his ground when the creature grabbed the child. Seeing it bite the boy made Romycas' rage grow. He clenched his fists, then charged forwards towards the creature, pulling his arm back and sending a mighty haymaker to the beast's stomach in order to get it to release the child. He was going to have to contend with two or three of these things. He was ready for them.
Romycas spent the next few hours resting, recovering his strength. He slept peacefully, and knew that once he woke, he would break them out of their prison cell. The stout wood bars were no match for his strength at full power. After waking again, he stood up as best he could in the squat cave, then moved to the bars that blocked their exit. Kneeling down, he placed his palms onto the stout wood, and closed his eyes. Dark energy started to swirl up his arms, his muscles bulged as his artificial blood pumped through them faster. Then he drew a hand back and threw it forward, punching a hole big enough to fit even his large frame in the wood. Of course, now he felt a bit tired from just that show of force. Looking over his shoulder to his fellow prisoners, he commanded "Go." He said, then ran out the opening he made to fight the guards off.
The Construct was wary now, since something swift was hounding them by their cage. His mouth twisted into a deeper frown. Though the light in the cave was dim, his cellmates could clearly see he was enormous, and that his eyes glowed brightly with their own light in their pupiless depths. He regarded the little half orc girl who attempted to approach him and smiled softly. Even in the dim light, they could see his whole boy was a mishmash of what seemed to be different skin tones, with both rough and fine stitchwork to keep it all together. The construct heard the elf's words and shrugged. "Perhaps, but they may find me somewhat indigestible if I have anything to say about it." He leaned a little closer to the group. "I can get us out of here, but I need some times to rest in order to do so. I was unarmed when the captured me, but I am not without my own means of fighting." he said conspiratorially, holding up a massive fist that seemed to suck the light from around it briefly before it would return, and the fist moved back to his side. "I was created with an interesting gimmick... though it might leave me vulnerable after I break us out. You all have to escape."
Slowly his vision came back as he woke up, though in a different location than before. The Construct rubbed his head, feeling sore. There were people staring at him, three or four others sharing his cell. They had crawled over to the corner of the room away from him. He closed his glowing blue eyes in faux amusement. "No need to be frightened. I'm not going to harm you." he admonished. He saw the bars to their cell was made of stout wood, but if he had some time to rest properly, breaking out would not be a problem.
There was pain. He roared in protest while the whips and chains attempted to keep him tethered and docile. He felt his cobbled together body slowly get progressively more wounded as the beating continued. The Gomoktooth tribesmen continued their beating until the Construct fell unconscious, then dragged him back to their camp, for what purpose? Probably to eat him, he thought as the construct's mind wandered in a morass of fog... |