Ratfolk Caravan Guard

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3 posts. Alias of Swordwhale.


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The ratlings exchange glances before answering.
"Gutter runners have signs, yesyes.
We watch for signs and react.
Rust powder dust to flee-scatter.
Yellow powder to converge-meet.
Burning-vial to mark important-dangerous targets."

Another one chimes in:
"After the boom, we saw yellow-dust down there."
He (or she?) points at a collection of big, piled-up roof-floor sections roughly in the.middle of the open ground.
"We tried to converge-meet but foe strong-many. We hold and support. But range is far for our boomsticks. Bad spot for kill-fight."


... and finds a frail, furred hand blocking his hand with surprising strength.
Turning round he looks into the furred, elongated, whiskered face of Kira, who seems to have followed him without him noticing!
She grabs the detonator from his grip with a glimmer of determination in her eyes.
"Hurry back, MacGyver.
You and your people have shown my kin the true faith.
The golden light as promised by our mother for so long.
Make sure to evict the filth from our home, which no longer is.
My kin have been warped too much by the filthy touch of the enemy, yes-yes."

At this, she opens her tightly wrought black cloth, and a skinny, furred tail becomes visible - twitching back and forth behind her, now that it is free from its bond.
"But the enemy shall pay deerly for their crimes against the Emperors own, yes-YES!"
With that, she pushes you off in the direction of the others with the strength of the desperate and doomed...

FP burn of MacGyver


Having successfully evaded a fight with both the "Takers" and the unexpected ratfolk, the fire team hastily hurries onwards with their new guide scuddling several meters ahead of them - her bare feet making next to no sound on the bare rockrete flooring.
Soon you have linked up with MacGyver who drops from a hiding place - a narrow air vent in the ceiling.
As you turn to the staircase that would lead you downwards towards your scheduled meeting with the rest of the squad, [Kritch] shakes her head.
With a low squeaky whisper, she attempts to stop you.
"Not here, no-no.
Bad mojo haunts stairs.
[Kritch] knows a secret way down, yes-yes.
Follow [Kritch]."

And she motions you to follow her further on.