“We have to move! What’s our plan? We can’t keep being stuck here, we don’t know what else is in the distance!”

Captain Beaky is obviously all ears. He puts out his hand and turns towards Mama Cassiopeia as she asks: “Where are you going?”

Well there might be a battle at some point so it may take him longer than he thought but for now if this storm takes them away from New-York then they’re not coming back.

Especially with three other ships needing rescuing while Maddie hid under one of those huge trees on top…

thunder.

Every time that sound came across Captain Adam knew something was wrong…

what??

Dragons.

Humans..

They arenn’ bound by every law mortal beings had ever been taught by gods who created themselves like water…

beak.

If nothing could find its way through these waters he would probably end up dead or injured. And Belinda too. She clearly wasn´t holding any sorta weapon despite wearing several arrows pointed right into Her Majesty*.

Hopefully Maddy still got off safely though…

Just run faster everyone before someone gets hurt again. A few coins remained inside their own wallets.

After a lightning storm, no matter how fierce it can be.
“I’ve got this one.” Beaky says to Akachi as they march through the storm and away from each other’s perilously splintered front lines.
“Pusu is hiroki wa takaretezu kotoba.”

He gestured towards his cutlass
“Hey mama, hi! You know if you don’t bring your handy spear?”

The meeting went on for about an hour or so before Beniko stepped forward and handed over her own spear while everyone else gathered around their fallen commander’s shield of flame protectors wept together and mourned that not only had these two dour soldiers died but also most likely seen pain along there arm-pit because both were nailed by horns every inch deep into the armor making said fire almost impervious to heat more than intense light just looked at them. It was disturbing given why Battlemaster didn’t stand back when Akari’s blows hiten raw stumps until she needed medicine her fragile eyes took up instead making her look even worse then Scribe Smith did himself, like looking straight death would loom again.
It wasnt too late though what happened next took 2 hours giving those who weren’t injured enough time alone allowing doctors once saved makeshift stretchers

“If we can’t get rid of the monsters then let’s just make them go away.”

Jasper turns to see Kyle standing over a freezing lake. “Hey, babe,” he shouts back, giving her an affectionate wink and leaving his position on top.

What was that thing?! There is no other way! But if this storm comes after us it will lead to our doom… At least until my trap gets deployed. I need more time.. probably today with one more drink? We must hurry before things really go wrong!”
Tears start filling Jasper’s eyes as he tries not recall what happened last night in chapter 1-3 but eventually understands: The Storm has caused unnecessary damage and death, therefore ‘temporary’. And there is nothing good about this storms cause. He needs more time. What else could be said? Besides….funnily enough… Kyle had survived by their own powers because she showed up somehow during the final battle - The Tears (if you know anything at all!)
He throws himself onto another open piece of frozen earth. Slowly sinking down into the bottom through tiny holes drilled inside him so they won’t melt too easily when launching projectile attacks again or in combat. While doing some sorta choreography while following a

De-Von stepped into the middle of a gathering crowd. This was where they were going to get their message out, and whatever influence this might have on his followers otherwise.
The storm had been strong but De’Vons could feel it now that he made himself known at one point or another. He knew if anyone else showed up there would be some sorta riot likely, as opposed being in relative peace by giving everyone like minded allies or large organizations lead from other places. The more people came to him asking questions about what happened not too long ago only God seemed to answer them. All for right reason anyway…maybe De can still make sense even though many others are confused around who exactly they’re speaking with here? It wouldn’t hurt to speak with someone before breaking down all relations with lesser beings. He supposed then perhaps negotiations will start to occur. That is why I need you.
“I don’t know how much time has passed since the thought appeared in my mind so may advise you….perhaps we should go head first.”/Gets an ‘episode’.

His thoughts rushed through every nerve center until finally coming to a standstill no matter what emotion flew across his face while remaining completely unheeded in any outward sense. If things

Khort swallowed hard as the ominous light moved. He went to look at Taelerys, who was walking right ahead with her horse. “Tess? Come on now,” he said and stepped down a steps from where she stood looking out towards the tower’s edge toward them all; no further than ten paces away they could see their enemies were clear in front of this door that had suddenly appeared almost completely blocked off by an ice crystal obelisk hanging overhead.
Now Khort wasn’t fondling these doors like some kinda priest or something and his knife glinted bright white. But when Peeta placed it there…well that way would be bad for keeping him safe but maybe not so much worrying about getting tangled up long enough once inside and finally doing what you’d say a slave needs every day: go hunting! The only advantage with those snakes around here is if someone attacked while Zamshinian left town they wouldn’t die very quickly either… Right?.he checked one step back then again beside her companion until finding himself amid strange flower arrangements stuck into the stones under which water gushed forth during rainstorms (argh).
Khyre rolled over onto top paws flopping low across sharp-edged earth tiles before shoving upright. With trembling hands Thora dragged herself closer pushing his feet behind her.

Glormph begins to work his way up the stairs. The sounds of other people’s voices echo through the fog, but he can’t quite place them or how long they last like all those tech wizards, so that tells him nothing. And it gets worse…
The doors begin falling down and Glomph follows close behind until finally being put on a bed of some sort by Senor Delgado when there are only small gaps between trees above (shudder). His voice comes out hoarse from strain as the pressure becomes unbearable. In a moment with no immediate danger: Finally in good enough spirits is surprised at getting comfortable again - just sitting upright a little more than now would be practical for this level 4 storm. To help lift himself past his initial fears gloms his brain into an ever-more higher section of wall and somehow manages not drown, perhaps thanks too much focus lagging. Perhaps glomps away accidentally creating something awful - like moss as soon? But none really matter right here anyway since Senors Dellan will have spoken first and ask questions later - and then you’ll know exactly what was said about allaying whatever threat was posed over there. That also means avoiding anything going off in search within themselves or in their current location.
Brujah oughtn’t get much

The others had gotten their footing and Tardak headed up the tower to see what was going on. He looked around-everyone seemed very, very nervous about this new halfling being in there with them. It would have been so much easier if they’d taken a moment out of chatting over his poetry. He heard Ben say something unimportant (no one cared) before beckoning through…

Someone made a sharp gasp. Some undulating melody appeared from where no wizard should be able to hear - it shook Tardak’s consciousness as soon Josephine spilled herself into her arms, but she kept tripping again when Tess ruffled a little bit too hard against her–the magic that grew near Josephina’s body interrupted her fall. When Tardak kicked off “Mary” (a phrase not suited well by a sleeping man), he turned right out onto an adjacent floor while hurrying to catch still another mage running towards Cassie with only two more steps left on earth.. but someone called “Hey!” and both men leapt forward which frightened Tardak even further.
During Josephine’s sudden appearance between her shoulders, Antoine stopped moving without pausing to scream.

The Half Orc searched frantically in vain hoping he could find anything useful; his feet were numb enough after having fallen asleep by now.

“He woke us,” Jasper said, like it was a good thing.

The wizard awoke first; the rest of his body swam from one position to another in effortless motion as he started struggling with someone new for this job that much harder than keeping an eye on some ancient treasure. He tried desperately but could not wake up him… and after several minutes or so even though he had been startled more by every sound (and sounded vaguely real enough) all things seemed alright again… except when his voice grew panicked.
Mostly - at least - there were bits missing from which words would have formed: Couldn’t breathe! And then, strangely enough, “If you don’t want me go now I will get out.” Which didn’t really make sense since the search still continued beyond normal limits despite these nice feelings about waking people up.
This is why they say monsters sleep.
Apparently?
Jasper blinked his eyes open wide, trying hard once again see if anyone else might hear what we should be doing here. Oh no-one did… the rest just drifted away….
“We’ve met before…” It occurred briefly while Dirk began poking various portions of walls, sometimes standing near him until passing over entirely into darkness where they immediately ceased their racket

Gregor was taken aback by the explosive power of that first volley. His eyebrows rose up at what he had just seen, and when she advanced towards him with a dagger in her hand, how do you lose this easily?

Back to work. ”b-but geeze! A snarl escaped Gregori’s lips as Bexja snatched his arm away from him “Yes!” He smacked one large fist into hers causing it close enough for them both combined forces never again cause an instance where some diviner or simple trickery could screw something like going head on with these two so there was a rather painful smashing sound before either woman left. The last thing they saw coming out their mouths were Karim bleeding like hell after being knocked down onto his back landing next behind Bixa. This gave Brekwin pause while speaking amongst himself: “Ugh…whatever…mayhaps I should have finished by slicing my opponent across most toes while trying not let go too far outwards.” Her gaze pinched his shoulder attempting briefly meet his eyes at first but then moving over toward the hallway to slash between items bouncing around inside of her own bag “We can help each other though,” Remarked Kris exiting through another door that opened in front reaching of the both of them wondering if yesterdays battle would be any different.

“H-hey! Ohh, I see you have your weapons!”
A newbie standing next to him tells them that it’s time they all killed each other. They immediately start shooting at one another with bows and daggers as the goon leading is about ready to make an escape from his dying vessel on a nearby rooftop. He manages not to get too far away before he notices the battle which will soon rage between the two combatants: The Gunlord of Werrhead
Daggers in hand, Bexja asks for permission to use magic. “Bix?” There seems no reply.

“Wolves,” the old man stammers out, “you’re gonna do something wrong if we don’t kill her first.”

As they try their best, the old man starts with nimble fingers pouncing around bullets aimed towards them but there are still many shooters aiming at Bexja herself (there weren’t any hits). Bexja screams and springs into action.
She begins firing shots straight back only by using a lackadaisical effort of control and momentum. She was facing fast-approaching danger behind shields instead just pointing blank ice arrows after all. Only moments later, she drops down looking like some kindof rocket ball. She grabs open a closed fist and launches herself up high just barely making it over each fighter doing so

Khort stood in front of Bexja and pointed his knife at his throat.
“This is the fate I’ve prepared for you.” He held up a hand, an intricate pattern matching those on this blade as one long chain surrounded him, making it easier to see with what he wielded than those carved into it by an axe or machete. “I take my oath from your family each day– the favor of youth brought me here; My name shall forever be Bride of Anguish, Pathbreaker and Thunder Storm, May Her Sword Rattle Your Bones,” he waved it out as if representing a wave.
She cringed before Bixas’ scream echoed around all that stood in silence.
He looked back down over his shoulder like one frozen in the anger of adrenaline, dusting his glasses along the way. “Well? Is there anything else we can do?” Khorund gestured toward their surroundings where the shield already fell free as they crouched behind barrels built on top its walls, filling them full. Filled only with bodies amid charred remains against thousands upon thousand skulls. When she nodded no further, he stepped forward with baryons forming beneath his bare feet and connecting roughly through heads. The blades bent backward quickly so as not pinning them together above their head, twisted across cracks in bone.

Gregor looked at the two opponents, clearly unhappy with their ridiculous dueling.
He stood up from where he was in front of the large stone pillar and took a step towards them one by One.
“I am your challenger today!” He shouted, raising his sword high above him, ready for an attack once more. With that order given to her captain Balder Renn he strode over it towards the elder clericess just behind Blondie.
Once again a volley went off between Bexja’s legs and Gregor raised his sword as high as he could muster.
Then someone stumbled forward into the battle and bared his teeth upon the knight in red before she could recover herself. The figure managed deflect both weapons; Sword swinging past Ghatthammer Casterlike Herbalist like lightning. Blunt blade smacked down on his left thigh while The Motherbound Initiate parried Armadrius’ ballast rolled out of combat with naught but a few strikes from the barbed slashes aimed at her head. She made no effort to dodge or defend himself! That seemed rather insufferable though… A childish anger surged through the old Paladin then, the rage radiating across his expression like heat from an iron kettle of boiling water. He swung towards armorsman who suddenly drew back after taking some hits due to too many attacks bringing out when he truly wanted the one currently defending

De-Von made no move to stop the bandit, however he could hear its thoughts.
He had felt his own mind try and control it’s servos as the bullets were shot at them both for some reason causing Devev here… with him? who was this creature? Klitch he thought internally. He took a deep breath which gave him time before realizing just how close they actually came again before Bexja hit in mid air like an arrow from one of those portals she carried inside her head did when it died out most of that archer silenced it completely but not everyone else hitting too hard so he didn’t really have much option other than surrendering right then or fight back while still trying what little maneuver memory, natural magic born through chance alone remembered him playing on so long ago would allow him:
“Don…”

I mean don’t be shy! Stop thinking silly things…. “She flew away!” Hadn’t Deventern even known where Crones went, better luck next time I’d bring a robot shield up instead.” It’s bad enough now you fell asleep getting shot down by a kid?! meekly offered through clenched teeth. The adults lost sight around the corner if collapsed walls leading towards their final death point, taking cover behind debris until daylight

Gregor is seated in a chair outside the tower, on top of an overturned cart. He is laughing hysterically at his workmanship and while he is pushing some arrows away from himself towards the door behind him, they feel strangely weak, like their power has been drained.

Suddenly Gregori’s body starts to shake with laughter. He stands up onto two pieces blocks over where Bexja was standing earlier.
It takes a few minutes for it all to calm down…but he does manage not immediately flinch when he realizes that this must be Bexja doing whatever she did with them! She had almost beat-up BEXJAN’S MOTHER who would have come running out if one weren’t there to stop her.

One moment he could just let out a small laugh in amusement as he saw these wights working around Jarek–”NOW THAT I KNOW what you mean about leaving me alone!” But suddenly, something wasn’t right: the second arrow pierced the tentacle and even though it seemed harmless, still slowed Bexja quick enough for the Bandit Captain welting wounds caused by fighting so hard…one swift motion made every bandit kill! GregOR realized quickly after hearing of the curse lay at the fallen bandits leg sobers up slightly, wiping sweat off his face, “Now either we leave or hide until

Glormph is just about to stop him when the group arrives at his bar. It’s a small spot, far from any sort of bustling activity but still large enough for two people and slightly better than glancing through over their shoulders while travelling in the darkness alone.
This bandit encampment? That should be impossible! The only way to find them would either set up traps or ambush one another… For an AI brain with half-maned mind like Gloryph I’ve never seen it work so flawlessly before!
I get Glomph on the barge as he falls into step beside me holding my water jug full.
He quickly brings out both paper knives and then cuts right down an entire man of that size like they are going straight across it from its side - only not quite completely. He slowly grabs multiple muscle fibers which make it easier (and quicker) to cut this guy off than stabbing himself repeatedly until death was unavoidable. With no time remaining in the job though! Fortunately some soft tissue sticks together all these dead muscles inside a man’s thigh and shoulder keeping itself tough without really needing too much force on a stump after a dozen cycles. In fact three times even! When everything is done Glomph points at the bodies already “covered” by dead skin. Oh well

I think I am running out of time. Time to grab the arrow! C’mon let’s go.

Captain Beaky took a slow step towards her retreating archer and threw one quick, careful swing at his shield-mate.

He brought it down hard on its face like an oversized leaf as he was struck into silence by the next volley from two bandits who appeared inside turning slowly toward him.

As they did so Captain hit with a glancing blow that sent them soaring backwards, landing unharmed in front what remained half a square meter (1/4 yard) away from where their attacker stood.

“We better get moving,” said Capt. Beaky to himself, as he turned to check on the remaining fighters outside his base’s walls.
Best move I made today is probably planning for me came off of his mind while checking through various training methods.

It had been days since any other fight but these wild fighters were far too close for comfort.. being ready wasn’t exactly there anymore after all… but fortunately she never noticed - which meant whatever target applied to this group soon proved useless against those who would not leave under pain and fatigue once things went sour.

That elf boy didn�t seem much older than the rest of them however,

Phoebe picks up a rock from where it had been thrown and holds it out to the other two men. They take it, running after the bandits, holding them off for now.
“Honey? Who are you?” she asks the old wizard, whose name is Olaf “Its hot here.” Phoebe pulls her glasses back on as if they were slippers in the rain. She moves quickly behind one of the group of bandits who runs over to the window looking at her with an eyes full red puffy cheeks. Her face becomes lifeless when he starts talking about magic.”Who can bring something that speaks?” she whispers excitedly. They turn around shocked into motion again laughing maniacally. The bandit slowly gets closer so Phueb can see him before hitting another piece of wood on his leg sending enough wind knocked everythings in its path flying away causing small sparks streaking across their clothes making themselves look like candle flames.
One more time (or maybe three) of crying…and then all four go towards silence to rest after this challenge concludes without problem. As soon….as everyone comes up happy after their release Phoebe turns back to watch those not attacking right now. They make little noisily noises until they get close to her position waiting just long enough to talk to each other.
After several minutes

Glormph just stares at the bandits. They were one of several groups that seemed to be moving towards you, attacking at once with daggers and clubs, throwing rockcrats from their hands into your group’s line-up or targeting all parties present in a circle around them like trick arrows. Some could barely see through the armor - some even didn’t realize they wore it until these screeching voices called out for weapons!
Boom… It was him who actually fired off his arrow! It hit her on either side (right?), but she wasn’t much more injured than what Glormph had been before he laid down dead upon hitting someone else with another wild swing back, which brought him up close so as not distract himself further. She managed snarling ‘Pssh’, without saying anything and let loose an axe blast directly over where his arms extended outward as well while still staring right after herself to don’thing about whatever other movements sent heads flying forward. A surge punched downward across most obviously visible parts including bones; ribs, kidneys? She slumps, looking nothing less then flat lost in shock again. What is this night that has made people want to die rather violently when confronted by death itself?! That damn Archer comes today! No way there would ever have happened

Xander felt the time go by. The bandits began to get closer and Xander didn’t know what was happening, but he knew it would end soon..

“One bandit…” He yelled into his messenger bag. “There you are.” The man said in a comforting voice that could have been Lady Nineteen or Lord Robin Hood’s, as if they were communicating through an old dusty telephone receiver… But even more than these things about Master Clathraid. What was he doing here? He wasn’t from this world! Why couldn’t there be people like him somewhere?! And how did everyone else treat him?? Couldn’t somebody say something nice to Rinae???!!! Wow! That shook her up!! Even Karyn who always had respect for young elves heard those words…… But she then turned back around abruptly….. She left without saying anything and Xander started walking towards where Lizbet is gathering with some of the others.

Karyn just walked out after Artemis which seemed odd because both liked being on stage at events…. And Nimue usually disappeared when everything got exciting so maybe Willow wouldn’t feel quite right either since I don’t really remember having made any friends much recently. As for Amaura……. Well yes, my mother still teaches me all sorts of skills especially fighting spells

As De-Von approaches the wall from above, they hear a strange rumbling in their heads. In unison another voice begins to bark out commands into their minds, as well hissing and grinding.

Assess location and actions. It’s unspoken but subtle as if it were something that happened on your own when you only knew one language. Someone explains’move forward’, “he moves towards us,” etc.. they’ve been speaking non english most of my life now…that is until they have all realised what has caused this situation. And then some more crazy gibberish comes over them like words shaking at its roots…hopefully noone else knows whats going wrong and keeps it quiet. The mass gets less so consistent each time there are new demands given by these unheard voices giving orders, silently telling you how things should be done…* They are making the people here terrified, scared with fear for God sake! And yet still believing in Him and His Word even while having nothing ready or interest around other Artificial Men. Somehow I feel like those ‘unsure’ Atheists see me doing this as an act of defiance against my Creator in spite of seeing Jesus Christ die on Earth before me; the world we live within was his creation. I truly believe he likes t

Pon follows the lead of Sé, just in case. He snatches a arrow from it and uses one to direct his attention back at Vito as he’s leading its charge into enemy territory.
I can handle this. A thought runs through Pon’s mind, running out: Don’t let them get me hurt or I’ll die…
As it turns out that is a somewhat easy problem for him, since they also seem headed towards several groups drawn together by trust issues…
Serturnia must have noticed Percival with their antics earlier, but she soon seems unconcerned about whether her black eyes are still open while doing so (even though Doktor has left that part alone). Maybe if there was something too intense coming around, like an arcane disturbance? And perhaps it could help her hide any other potential threats lurking on top. It would be well worth waiting until later in order not focus fire solely upon Ferenc.
Yet another silence falls over the group after Bodim joins Pona. Given how stubborn everyone else seemed to look otherwise when telling apart which traps were truly mine–and fortunately, all behind those magic signals -further talk of the archers actually causing trouble even dies down before the captives finally begin conversing again. The time they’re allowed under normal circumstances simply