Re: Luna's Command: The Continuing Wibbly-Wobbly Saga (Topic Two, to be Absolutely Clear)

AProcrastinatingWriter Tue Feb 11, 2014 3:15 am

The trees are mostly too thick, but there does seem to be a dim sort of glow coming from a good distance to the...Northwest, it looks like. Can't say for certain if that's Nihl's camp or something else, but it is what it is.

Dusk Raven Tue Feb 11, 2014 3:47 pm

Wandering Eye is somewhat surprised by suddenly being picked up (but really shouldn't be), but does his best to hang on to his dragon companion as the latter takes flight. From his vantage point he tries to see with his nightvision what might be amiss.

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**Paper Shadow** Wed Feb 12, 2014 3:57 am

Scorch flies in the direction of the glow...

AProcrastinatingWriter Wed Feb 12, 2014 11:40 pm

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**Paper Shadow** Thu Feb 13, 2014 11:37 am

(Perception Check: 9 (Roll) + 8 (Skill) = 17)

(How many people are tagging along anyway? I picked up Wandering with me, but did any else follow?)

AProcrastinatingWriter Fri Feb 14, 2014 12:57 am

Scorch, at least, is unable to see past the thick trees, but he can hear what appears to be squawking, rhythmic squawking, coming from around the glow.

(I didn't think anyone did, but I also didn't want to purposefully leave anyone out or let the narration forget about anyone, so I just left it open. Figured what's the harm.)

**Paper Shadow** Sun Feb 16, 2014 6:10 pm

"Do you hear that?"

Dusk Raven Mon Feb 17, 2014 1:49 pm

Wandering Eye's ears perked up. "Yeah..." He said softly, trying his best to listen in and peer through the trees.

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AProcrastinatingWriter Mon Feb 17, 2014 5:25 pm

With his keen wandering eye, Wandering Eye is able to peer into the mess of trees, down to the clearing below their overgrowth - far below. Almost a pit.

A well-lit pit, though, what with the fire and all. Dancing around that fire seem to be several griffins in war paint.

Dusk Raven Tue Feb 18, 2014 2:53 pm

"Well, Wandering Eye says, "There appears to be a fire. And dancing around it are several griffons in war paint." He looked to Scorch. "I'm not sure we should get involved, at least not without our translator."

**Paper Shadow** Tue Feb 18, 2014 3:42 pm

"Not Nihl? Damn." Scorch rubs his face in frustration. "Those zebras are gonna get massacred without us! There has to be something we can do."

(Has our dailies/magic points refreshed?)

Curunir Tue Feb 18, 2014 5:17 pm

EDIT: PROBABLY HASN"T HAPPENED YET:

deonte9109 Tue Feb 18, 2014 9:26 pm

"I say buck it and get involved if we wait it may end up being too late to do anything."

AProcrastinatingWriter Wed Feb 19, 2014 2:21 am

Paper Shadow wrote:"Not Nihl? Damn." Scorch rubs his face in frustration. "Those zebras are gonna get massacred without us! There has to be something we can do."

(Has our dailies/magic points refreshed?)

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AProcrastinatingWriter Mon Mar 17, 2014 3:44 pm

Suddenly, and without warning (As if the two weren't synonyms) the griffins all rear back from the fire and screech loudly, their cries echoing through the forest. Then, before anything else can be done, the griffins take...not quite to the air, but they are technically flapping wings and off the ground, barely not touching the tops of the trees as they fly in the direction of the village.

At the exact same time, but in the opposite direction, a small explosion lights up a nearby mountain - nearby being a relative term meaning "on the horizon". It seems to be in the same direction the rebellious zebras are heading.

Back in the hut, Zibris suddenly turns her head sharply to the northwest. "Gunte ka masah?"

Drizzle looked in that direction as well. "What is that..." she translates, or perhaps simply asks herself, considering the way she trails off.

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**Paper Shadow** Mon Mar 17, 2014 4:21 pm

"Eh?"

(Perception Check: 18 (Roll) + 8 (Skill) = 26)

AProcrastinatingWriter Mon Mar 17, 2014 4:36 pm

It's difficult, and you can't see all of them, but Scorch does manage to catch glimpses of the griffins as they leave. He also manages to see all of the zebras, who have come into the clearing and now seem rather confused.

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Curunir Mon Mar 17, 2014 7:29 pm

Luthier was still trying to catch up to Scorch and Eye or the Zebras. "Hope I can find them." he muttered to himself, realizing they could have changed direction.

Unless that explosion was anything to go by- though it was quite far.

(Roll 11 + 15 Perception= 26)

Dusk Raven Tue Mar 18, 2014 12:42 am

Wandering's eyes widened as he looked back and forth between the griffons and the explosion, not sure which to focus on.

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AProcrastinatingWriter Tue Mar 18, 2014 1:18 am

Wandering Eye sees almost the exact same thing as Scorch does, though with his night vision he is able to follow the griffin's paths a bit better.

Luthier also hears and sees the griffins, but then it'd be hard not to the way they suddenly drop down in front of him. Least there are only two of them. "Caw!" one screeches, sounding more crowish than eagleish. A dialect thing, maybe?

**Paper Shadow** Wed Mar 19, 2014 2:05 pm

"Well, what do you want to do champ?" Scorch asks Wandering Eye. "Griffins, Zebras, or Explosion?"

Curunir Wed Mar 19, 2014 6:10 pm

"Eep!" Luthier jumps a little when the griffons suddenly swoop down at him from the night- though he was somewhat relieved when they landed in front of him, instead of on him. He hoped his translation spell would work with the griffons- he couldn't think of any reason why not, but so far he had only tested it once.

"Er, Hello? Can I help you?"

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AProcrastinatingWriter Wed Mar 19, 2014 6:16 pm

The caw is a war cry, that much is obvious. What's less obvious, however, is the way many other griffins now passing by you are...passing by you...instead of joining in this apparent confrontation.

"You came from zebras. You look like zebras." The griffin with more paint on its face - oh, hey, war paint on one of their faces - crouches down low, slowly spreading its wings as its claws emerge with an audible pop. "So you die like zebeas." The other griffin follows.

Curunir Wed Mar 19, 2014 7:53 pm

Luthier stares up at the passing griffons until the last thing the griffon says, when he snaps his head back down to look right at the griffon, taking steps backward slowly backing up as he responds.

"Woah! Hold on! You can't be serious! I'm not a zebra-I'm a pony! A unicorn pony. See any stripes? Do zebras have horns? Can zebras speak griffon? I'm clearly unarmed: surely there'd be no honor in killing me?"

Luthier was really taking a stab in the dark with the last comment: he could only hope that this society had some code of honor that didn't involve killing noncombatants. Luthier prepared to shout out for help if it looked like the griffons weren't going to relent.

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AProcrastinatingWriter Wed Mar 19, 2014 8:25 pm

The two griffins pause, then look at each other, seeming confused. "Such is the truth," the one without paint says. "He is unarmed, and no zebra."

"But he comes from zebras," says the other. "And what is...a 'pony'?"

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