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  1. IC: Caana (Mashtet Fortress) "Mm." She looked back at the map, her hand curled into a loose fist against her lips. Though seemingly deep in thought, her eyes were as sharp and aware as ever. "Would you have any objections to leading this particular operation? That is to say… I believe you are the most suited of us to the task. Neither Falki nor I know the terrain, and the Mashtet Datsue is unlikely to be quick enough on her feet to avoid being caught in the fire. Your mask offers you a bird's eye view, and allows you to move faster than any of us bar the Rahkshi, who I would like to accompany you. Between yourself and them, you would be able to deliver the Kraata to the target areas at speed; any efforts to extinguish the fires would be rendered futile. "Barring any objections, the Datsue, Falki and I – and, I suspect, whichever Rahkshi chooses to stay behind – will stay to defend the fortress until your return, in case the Mashtet or their allies launch an attack. That way, we can be certain that our sanctuary will not be captured." OOC: @Nato G
  2. IC: (Bone Hunter Stronghold) "You're exactly right. That's why it's important they be accurate." Crucius smiled. There were Skopio less threatening than that smile. "I prevented you from making a clerical error. Somnii was DOA. This item is just an Aula Agoria we picked up in Iron Canyon, and quarantined in case she's a plague carrier." Somnii scrutinised the proceedings with no small amount of curiosity. She still had enough wherewithal to recognise that Crucius was hiding something – or, perhaps more accurately, that there was something he didn't want Somnii to hear. Then again, maybe it wasn't about her. She looked back to the pen-pusher; she had never realised before that Bone Hunters had bureaucrats, but it made a great deal of sense. Still, if there were things that Crucius – or, more likely, the Ghost – didn't want traced back to him, it would be a bad idea to let someone with that much work ethic in on them. Better to avoid evidence than to destroy it.
  3. IC: Caana (Mashtet Fortress) "They're based in an observatory, somewhere around here…" Caana used her index finger to circle an area near where their battle had taken place. "The Datsue likely knows the exact location, and we'll need her knowledge of the landscape too. I already have a rough idea of where we should set our first fires, but I'd prefer to work with all the available information at our disposal." She straightened up, and turned her attention back from the map to Vazaria. "Speaking of which, do you know how many Kavinika we have left?" OOC: @Nato G
  4. IC: Caana (Mashtet Fortress) By the time Vazaria had reached the main chamber, Caana was already present and poring over a relatively intact map of Hanaloi, her yatate in hand. As the other Menti entered, Caana looked up at her and nodded in greeting. OOC: @Nato G
  5. IC: (Bone Hunter Stronghold) "Thank you." Crucius' metal hand crushed the parchment with the force of a hydraulic press, while his expression remained studiously neutral. "I'm glad we could clear this up, Taldrix. Would've been pretty embarrassing if you mislabeled an item in your paperwork." OOC: @Toru Nui
  6. IC: (Bone Hunter Stronghold) Somnii was dead silent, glaring back at the Bone Hunter come to examine her. She briefly considered spitting at her, before remembering that right now, her water supply was pretty precious. This 'Ghost' wanted her kept alive and in decent condition, but she doubted he was above punishing her. Crucius definitely wasn't – especially if the affront took place right in front of him. And as the doorway behind Taldrix darkened, the only warning she got was Somnii's quick glance over her shoulder. "Taldrix. You're about to hand me that notepad and forget anything you might just have written in it." OOC: @Toru Nui
  7. IC: Caana (Rising From the Well) Caana gladly accepted the hand that was offered to her. She could see that something had shifted in the Dashi's eyes, that her transformation had begun. She was honoured to be a part of that process. Far above them, the moon had risen higher in the sky. The hour of action was fast approaching. "See the Rahkshi healer, as I have already, and rest yourself. We reconvene at midnight and I want you at your best." With that and a curt nod, the Ronin departed. She would find her own shelter, and meditate until the time had come to make Zataka's victory known to all. - - - - - - - “Have you ever seen one, mother?” “Seen one? No, my dear. Nobody has. But…” “But what?” “But I did hear them, once.” “Really?” “Really.” “What happened?” “Well, I was only a little older than you are now, and I’d had a big fight with auntie Caris.” “What about?” “Nothing important, dear. Sisters fight sometimes; you’ll learn that when you have daughters of your own. Anyway, I ran out into the woods beyond our village, and before I knew it dusk had fallen and I was terribly lost.” “Did your mother find you?” “Not at first. I was on my own, in floods of tears, scared out of my wits. I thought I would never see my home or my family again. I prayed for guidance from Zuto Nui, and promised that if She would only show me the way out, I would forgive my sister and never fight with her again – and that’s when I heard them.” The sound of bells surrounding her; glowing green eyes gliding through the leaves above. “I followed the sound, and it led me right to my mother and Caris. I was despondent at first, but after I got home, I told them that it was the sound of bells that had guided me to them, thinking that it was one of them who had been carrying them.” “But it wasn’t?” “No, Caana, it wasn’t. And the most curious part of all… was that they hadn’t heard a thing.” A little green body, like a withered leaf, shivering on the ground. Dying. Its green eyes staring into hers. Her green eyes staring into mine. My face wet with tears, my hands wet with… Blood was all around her mouth. She was choking on it, drowning in it. The strong hands which had held me when I cried seemed so frail now, so weak. And those big, green eyes, always so full of love, always so kind. I saw my own reflected in them; the eyes of a scared little girl, lost in the world. My eyes, or hers? She opened her eyes. The moon had reached its zenith. Time to go to work. OOC: @Nato G @Mel @Keeper of Kraata
  8. IC: Pirok (The Fowadi) Pirok sighed in resignation. He wasn't surprised – he knew this had been a long shot, but he had still hoped… "I understand. You have responsibilities, and I know it's all pretty high risk." Then he turned his attention from Skyra to Krayn. "I know what I can resist, and I know what I'm risking, but I have thought this through. I have a Tryna, and my powers will keep me and any aid I have alive out in the Drifts – and, of course, come in handy when I burn that evil hellhole to the ground. "That is to say, I'm going, with or without your help or your approval. If you don't have a lead on where I can find Merror, then my next stop is finding a guide in Ko-Koro. The longer I leave this, the more chance of Echelon's lair falling back into the wrong hands."
  9. IC: Wolf (Atero; Red Star Inn) She grunted in seeming agreement. "Everyone's charging more. Same as you or me. Mercs." It was true, too; prices always got higher around Tournament time, in an effort to wring every last penny out of the tourist trade, but this year was worse. People had been travelling less since the Skrall pushed south and the Bone Hunters changed their patrols, which meant that the off-season had made for even more of a deficit than usual.
  10. IC: Wolf (Atero; Red Star Inn) Wolf narrowed her eyes, taking in the stranger; she knew all too well how the Bone Hunters tag and adorn their slaves with metal. Many a Serrat had met the same fate, though few had escaped. This runaway appeared to have secured his freedom some years past; his scars – those she could see, at least – were long-healed, and he looked nearly ten years her senior. Bone Hunters preferred to take their slaves young, and hard labour made for short lives. Her mind made up, she nodded and signaled the barman. "Make it two." OOC: @Wotz
  11. IC: Aden (The Burning Steppes) ####. The Ko-Lesterin sighed and stifled a groan, before directing a glare at the Raven. "Aren't you a little early, Rhuvok? There's still actual work to be done here."
  12. IC: Pirok (The Fowadi) "Respectfully," Pirok said through gritted teeth, "I disagree." He eyed the Po-Toa with some suspicion; something about what he had said, or perhaps how he had said it, rubbed him the wrong way. "This would be for the living. What Echelon did to those people isn't right; their loved ones need to know that they're not rotting in a Necromancer's cold storage. Add to that the fact that, as you yourself pointed out, the base poses a danger to anyone who finds it – it's better that someone who can resist that temptation tracks it down and destroys it now, before someone more vulnerable stumbles on it someday."
  13. IC: Pirok (The Fowadi) "Exactly. Echelon is dead – I'm interested in what he left behind." He was picking up steam, now; this part, at least, he had clearly rehearsed. "He had a base, somewhere out in Ko-Wahi – the Drifts, most likely. And in that base are bodies, of people he killed and puppeted, people with loved ones. People who deserve a proper burial. I want to bring them home."
  14. IC: Aden (The Burning Steppes) The Ko-Lesterin, one of those already waiting at the site, had her collar popped and her shoulder to the wind, the better to protect her face from the ash and smoke. Her eyes, though, still peeked out from above it, in what could perhaps have been a weather-induced squint, but was almost definitely a dismissive glare. “I’m Aden, the Broker’s ‘expert.’” Cold, condescending eyes scanned the other members of her party; she seemed unimpressed. “So which of you brutes was it that found this place, and how much damage should I expect inside?”
  15. IC: Pirok (The Fowadi) "Right, yes. Of course." The Toa of Fire sighed, and cast down his eyes. When he lifted his gaze, all levity in his expression had vanished. "It's about Echelon."
  16. IC: Pirok (The Fowadi) "She definitely didn't. Why would you even have asked if she'd already said it?"
  17. IC: Pirok (The Fowadi) "Hold on a second, I thought you didn't know what hospital we were in… so how come you remember it was Ga-Koro?"
  18. IC: Pirok (The Fowadi) "Wait, you mean that wasn't you?"
  19. IC: Pirok (The Fowadi) "I mean, I can understand why. Seems a bit extreme, but you were pretty weird about everything."
  20. IC: Pirok (The Fowadi) "No, no, it's cool, I get it. It's totally understandable to be embarrassed, we've all had to unlearn some stuff – I actually think it's really cool that you and Skyra are still friends, despite everything."
  21. IC: Me, Skyra, Merror, Weta… Elliane! Wait, no. What was that guy's name?
  22. IC: "Yeah, Skyra, it was just me, you, Merror and…" Huh. "No, there was someone else there. That other guy from the Astha."
  23. IC: "Yeah, that's actually kinda why I'm here. Not about your body specifically- that is, I mean, your guy body, the old body. Well, actually, yeah, about it, not your- ####. Let me take this from the top." He was on deck, now, and lucky to be red enough that no one could see how flushed he was. Probably. He nodded to Praggos, and held out a hand. "Hey, I'm Pirok."
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