As Dionne revealed her position to those gathered, so Dieter did just after. Not coolly from above, but loudly from behind. It wasn't his intention to steal her thunder but he surely had. Out of breath and sweating, Dieter was doubled over with his hands on his knees looking directly at Miroslaw.
I see I'm late to the party! Soon as I 'eard me old pal was tracking a big bad beastie, I rushed myself outta town and.... what the hell did all this? Dieter gazed at the damage before him.
Standing straight now, slowly his eyes made their way to the others before him. Well this is a ragged bunch if I've ever seen one! Friends of yers?
Dieter generally disregarded the rabble in front him except for the masked man. Something about his demeanor seemed familiar... his gaze rested on the masked man, measuring. Why did this man carry no weapon?
(Ooc: GM if this is too many feel free to disregard and boot me. I had a post typed up after Redblade's first post to the thread but forgot to do a final edit and post... too late now )
Well time to get down. Dionne thought to herself before jumping down, opting to cat-walk rather than roll for a bit more grace. As she joined the rest, her hands rested on the hilts to her blades, she wondered how the party would go about the hunt. She gave but a small nod to the newcomer, letting others take lead for the time being
(( OOC:If technical parkour terms are inappropriate let me know, and I'll tone it down.))
Miroslaw's gaze went up to the tree tops, scanning for the voice. It did not startle him, as a threat would not make herself known. After spotting her, he stared for a moment. He was quite pretty, but he did not linger long as a familiar voice came from behind him. Before turning to greet the familiar voice he simple said, “Well come on down then.”
With a pivot to see the dwarf, he grumbled out, “Something big by the looks of it.” He nodded to the Dwarf before turning to the man examining the area, “Seems we got another skilled in tracking.” With that, Miroslaw crossed his arms over his chest and simply waited. Miroslaw pondered what kind of beast would call for this many people. Perhaps it was more ferocious than he imagined.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
Too many people? Fewl! The more the merrier for me to smite when you all fail horribly on this simple task.
As for technical terms in your RP, they're fine if that's how you want to write it, just remember that you're writing for others as well and should consider keeping things relatively simple if you think someone might not understand what you mean.
I'm a musician by trade so whenever I do write something related I never get too text book and explain which chord progressions and techniques I'm using on the instrument, because more than likely not everyone on the site will have that training to hear the specific sounds in their head. _________________________________________________________________
Dieter, Dionne and Redblade, after a bit of investigating, are able to determine that from the stream something ran toward the North West in a panic (due to the damage)and given the state of the tracks nearby could have only been a few hours before the party arrived.
The survivalists notice that there's two different sets of tracks, one chasing after the other and both large animals, bear and wolf respectively.
Redblade and Dionne are also able to identify the claw marks on the trees, determining that they're not unlike those made from a bear albeit quite a bit larger. The Redblade is pretty certain this is an unusually large brown bear.
More than that, Redblade identify's the other set of claw marks to belong to a wolf, but knowing that the beasts don't attack in this manner with their claws he can only assume this is possibly a werewolf.
[Lore talent required to be able to know and distill knowledge about this mythical creature other than identifying its mark in the wild]
The group's client also mentioned hiring other mercenaries just days before but hadn't heard from them since and already assumed the worst. He asked, if possible, that the group locate their bodies so that he can notify their next of kin if they have any.
There were three other mercs in total.
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After much observation, Redblade points towards the Northwest and begins to walk that way not saying a word or looking back to see if the rest of the group followed. His eyes kept looking towards the ground and trees for any more clues as they followed the tracks.
GM NOTE:: Redblade is a known felon and escaped criminal. This can and should effect all interactions with certain people that would be aware of his status. Especially the Sentinels.
"I fought the law and then I was broken out... Is that a bad thing?"
Looking at him as he leaves in the distance, and those who are yet to move, Dionne goes into a slow stride herself. She already didn't like the loner, but it'd be unfair on the rest of the group to just leave them behind. This thing is big, she knew that for sure, and even though taking it down on herself would be more profitable, Dionne wasn't sure if she could. After a few steps she stopped and turned around;
"You guys going to stay or come hunt this thing with us? Pretty sure it's this way. " She unholstered Sai, and with a spin turned and pointed after Red, and followed herself. On the way she took Kiro out as well, just in case whatever it was, stuck around.
Miroslaw questioned to those around him, “Shall we?”. He waited before setting off to follow the masked man. He followed a distance behind him, staying in the back of the group. He kept alert, but really did not have much to observe in the way of tracking. He just followed the man who seemed like he knew what he was doing.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
The group having picked up a trail, follow it deeper in the woods where they can't help but feel certain danger waits for them.
All over the ground the survivalists easily take note of heavy paws having dug into the ground as the chase went on. Oddly enough, the wolf seemed to be the one chasing the bear, and not the other way around. They know that a lone wolf would never take on a bear on their own without a pack.
A lingering fog began to materialize as they continued on their journey, hanging low to the ground. The group couldn't shake the feeling that there was something unnatural about it, like a cold in Spring. The further they went the more ground that vanished beneath their feet, and soon after they couldn't see their ankles unless raised.
They felt alone as they didn't sense any wildlife nearby, not even the slightest rustle on dead leaves nor the chirping of birds. It were as if a curse had been laid on the land and no sane creature dared to set foot where the adventurers had.
It was not long before the trail was lost and only the faintest of clues could be picked up.
The Redblade took note of a tuft of fur that got caught in the bark of a tree nearby, North of their position.
As the masked warrior noticed that, Dionne looked up in the trees were and spotted very thin strings of what appeared to be spider webs. Soon after she could see that the upper canopy was covered in it, and when she saw so did the rest of the group.
Gods be cursed, have we any who is skilled in water magic? Damn these mists, I can't see me own boots, an' they're nary four feet from me eyes!
Dieter kept stumbling on roots and rocks as he walked. Everyone be on guard. I've no mind to be ambushed by werewolves, and especially by presumably giant spiders.
He tried to keep his guard up and his ears tuned to danger as best he could, and unsheathed his battleaxe, mentally preparing for a fight if one should occur. He was more than a little uneasy without the ominous webs above him, and kept on eye to the trees.
As the mist settled in, Miroslaw moved his hand over his shoulder to rest upon the haft of his blade. He could feel it was unnatural and did not like it one bit. He responded to the Dwarf, “Should probably keep your voice down while you are at it.” in a light whisper. He smiled at the jest, but the Dwarf would be unable to see that. He remained next to the Dwarf feeling more comfortable around someone who seemed to also have skill with a weapon. Regardless, he was entirely on edge with the mist and spiderwebs. Nothing good could come of the setting.
Ye worry about ye're own stealth there! Dieter said in a quieter, but nevertheless very loud, whisper. We dwarves are renowned fer our stealthy ways! Silent as a tiger in the bush, swift as lightning, smooth as polished Dwarven armor, dangerous as- Dieter loudly tripped over a particularly high root badly enough that he had to plant his axe hilt in the ground to stabilize himself. In doing so he noisily snapped twigs and audibly grumbled.-these blasted roots!
The party probably all knew Dieter was blowing smoke, but regardless, at least Miroslaw seemed to know the potential danger they were in. Dieter preferred to keep close to a veteran over the raw recruits before him, altough he was almost certain the masked man who led had enough combat experience. He was still curious about the man, but introductions had been virtually nonexistent and there would be time when danger did not seem imminent.
Ama slowly drew the dagger from her belt. Judging by what some of the other party members were saying, her suspicions that the chill that ran down her spine was not merely an occurrence of the cold but of something unnatural were confirmed.
The demon girl glanced about her, feeling the onset of paranoia. The growing fog prevented her from seeing anything below her ankles, and she was so worried that, at any moment, she might trip over an unseen rock or fall into a concealed hole.
As Ama cautiously traversed the foggy terrain, she couldn't help but overhear the dwarf ask if anyone was skilled in water magic. She was - a little - but for a moment she wondered why he'd asked. Then it dawned on her.
Without saying a word - for the demon girl didn't want to reduce her chances of hearing anything that might be lurking beneath the blanket of fog, nor did she want the others to know of her failure if this didn't work - Ama stopped on the spot, held her left hand out in front of her and concentrated hard on the fog. Having barely used her magical abilities in anything other than the occasional prank, Ama had no idea if this would be an attempt in futility.
The demonkin youth envisioned the fog parting, creating a visible path that the group could follow.
This feeling had danger written all over it. As he saw the fur he knew they were real close if not in the wolf's den already. The fog was at their disadvantage, and the loud mouth dwarf just made things worse. He would have had the group back up to safety, but he felt it was too late for that. As he was about to climb the tree to get a better view, when he noticed the spider webs. Yeah, they were all in big trouble now. He had to think quick. Redblade began to slowly back towards the group. Her knew if they were about to be attacked, it would be the loud dwarf that would get hit first.
Everyone get together. Backs to one another creating a circle watching each others back. Call out if you spot something.
GM NOTE:: Redblade is a known felon and escaped criminal. This can and should effect all interactions with certain people that would be aware of his status. Especially the Sentinels.
"I fought the law and then I was broken out... Is that a bad thing?"
Miroslaw shook his head at Dieter as he stumbled over the root, but smiled anyways. The risk of danger became almost suffocating. Finally, the words from the masked man came. They were wise words. Reminded him of his military days. Perhaps the man was more skilled that his lack of weapons made him appear.
As soon as the words came, he positioned himself with the Dwarf. Finally, he pulled his blade from its sheath. It was a leather sheath so little noise was heard from it. He waited, listening closely for anything that was out there.
Death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity. Whether that eternity is damnation or salvation is determined in the time we have.
Dionne gripped her blades, knowing the advice wise but not for herself. She needed freedom to fight, if it came to that. She muttered to herself and conjured a small flame into her sapphire. The small glow reassured her, her mother taught her that as one of her first ever tricks. She kept a few steps ahead of the group, far enough that she could fight freerly, but not enough to be too far, should trouble come faster than she expected.