Subject: Re: The Journey Begins; A Distant Cry

Holn whispers the syllables which will protect Fa and himself, drawing his mace as the spell glows about them. Thinking of offense, he recalls the sounds which will bring the lighting channelling through himself and Fa, but holds off until they are closer.

They follow their lumbering friend towards the beast.

Subject: Re: The Journey Begins; A Distant Cry

When he hears others following [OOC--whether this is just a few of us or all of us, either way], Buchek slows his pace, allowing them to catch up to him. Better to face off against a god with friends at your side than alone, he thinks. He is a brave warrior, but he is no Cush, defeating a god in single combat.

Subject: Re: The Journey Begins; A Distant Cry

When he sees the fight below, Erk whistles quietly and says to Kayla, ?Well, that is certainly one large weasel.?

When Buchek and Holn take off down the slope, he raises one hand and says, ?Hey! Ummm?? But it is too late. They are already running toward the fight. Shrugging his shoulders, he turns back to Kayla and says, ?Perhaps this is not the fight for you, little bird. Do you think that you could keep an eye on our mules, in case any of us live?? He looks her in the eye when he says it, and uses a tone of voice that lets her know it is a question, and not an order.

After she replies one way or the other, Erk will draw his axe and trundle off down the hill after Buchek and Holn. At the very least he may be able to make their passing into the next world more comfortable.

Subject: Re: The Journey Begins; A Distant Cry

Kayla looks at Erk and nods gravely. "Ain't fer me." She gets back on the mule to watch from a higher perch. Before her friends can leave earshot, she pulls out her fiddle and begins playing a song to help them. It sounds familiar to their ears, as it is the same she played the night of the raid.

Subject: Re: The Journey Begins; A Distant Cry

Telwyn curses under his breath as Holn and Buchek charge ahead. Not even the tribesmen he'd known from home would be so foolishly impulsive. But there is no time to think about it, all he can do is follow and try to protect them.

OOC: Telwyn will move into arrow range (about 90 to 100 feet) and then loose as many arrows as possible at the weasel (Rapid Shot).

Subject: Re: Shock and Awe

Elotai tastes bile.

Even having seen this before didn?t change his reaction to the horrifying sight of a man being torn in half. His inner eye, his perception of the visions, was sometimes as clear as life, but yet he was always conscious of his dream-state. Seeing the weasel ripping into the man?s flesh in a vision was one thing, seeing it actually come to pass was another. Visions did not always happen in precisely the way he?d seen them, errors of interpretation were always possible. A weasel devouring a grown man? He?d dismissed it as impossible. But it was happening, here and now.

The elf takes a moment to centre himself, find his focus again, then begins to move in the direction of the fray, after Buchek and Telwyn.

Subject: Approaching a Falling God

The group descends the other side of the hill and immediately notices how well Telwyn and Buchek had been doing to keep them on animal runs through the wilds. The thickness of the grass becomes almost like wading through water. The height of the grass is greater on this side of the hill as the group approaches the region known as the Tall Grass, and it now reaches to the chins of the humans and well over Erk's head.

The going is slow through the reedy grass, as Elotai and Telwyn move out front to hack at it with their swords. They have lost sight of the battle itself, but Buchek and Telwyn are sure they are still moving in the right direction.

From her perch on the mule at the top of the rise, Kayla watches the men struggle through the thick grass, plowing a narrow path toward the thrashing weasel. The beast has started to flail, lashing out randomly, often at no attacker at all. The warriors have backed away a few paces, hurling their spears, and she notices one in particular near the head of the creature who appears to be leading the assault.

As the group is about half way to the fight, she watches this warrior hurl a spear that lodges in the roof of the weasel's mouth, just behind its teeth, and hears another piercing squeal in reply. The haft of the spear is snapped in two by the powerful teeth, but the bloodied animal shakes its head and staggers back a pace.

It is obviously dying at this point, having lost so much blood and taken so much punishment, but the weasel still fights on, lunging wildly at the leader. He easily sidesteps, and would have had an easy shot behind the monster's right ear if he'd still been holding a weapon. Though the others have no way of knowing it, the fight may well be over by the time they get encampment in the cleared area of grass.

Subject: Re: Approaching a Falling God

Being unaware of these developments, Buchek will keep trundling through the grass, making a point of not outpacing his companions.