Re: Winds Of Freedom; Journey To The Heart Of The Storm
Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2024 9:07 pm
Three strikes of crimson lightning fell in front of them and Haylin slipped behind one of the overgrown mushrooms. Shabuto looked at him like he was ready for anything, but hesitant to make a move, like all he needed was a signal and they'd jump into the fray. While he moved swiftly to avoid being stampeded by the Akuma fleeing the SEED lieutenant, their frantic departure parted around Cass who craned their neck as the Akuma clan sped past. Cass gave Haylin the same expectant look that Shabuto did, like he was wondering what to do about something, knowing they were supposed to be keeping a low profile. When one of your party is an 8 foot tall Highland Cassowary, that might prove to be more difficult than initially assumed, especially since Cass might have been able to meet the Lieutenant eye to eye.
Skraw? Cass seemed to ask in the wake of the small child hurtling headfirst into his demise. On the one hand, Haylin appreciated his gusto, reminding him of a younger version of himself setting out from the Gafren Heights to carve his own way without a Cassowary to call his own. On the other, just like Haylin, death was all but assured. But the gaze he and Cass shared brought them both back to their early days. when Cass was just a chick and Haylin stumbled on him alone without a flock or urizen bond. With pity on his mind and hope in his heart, Haylin gave Cass a nod and snapped his fingers low to his side, watching from behind the mushroom stalk. A flash of flame licked his fingertips and matched a similar glow that coated Cass's eyes, sharpening them from those of observant omnivore to powerful predator. Cass took off in a serpentine sprint through the escaping crowd of Akuma, keeping his head and body low to conceal his movements as much as possible with the terrified slaves on the run before breaking past the scorched ground of their lightning strike, and running down the little boy as quickly as he could to keep him from the smiting awaiting him at the hands of the giant guardsman before them.
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Haylin turned to Shabuto and tried to nudge him along out of sight of the giant and the two women, comically out of place for their desolate environment. "Let's move, we'll be fine," he said, staying low and using mushroom brush to flank the entrance and try to make it into the stronghold where Shabuto's friends were hopefully being kept, any step towards being free of Rudral was worth the risk at this point. They expected resistance, but not necessarily before they even entered the space. Time was of the essence and Haylin really wanted to go home.
Skraw? Cass seemed to ask in the wake of the small child hurtling headfirst into his demise. On the one hand, Haylin appreciated his gusto, reminding him of a younger version of himself setting out from the Gafren Heights to carve his own way without a Cassowary to call his own. On the other, just like Haylin, death was all but assured. But the gaze he and Cass shared brought them both back to their early days. when Cass was just a chick and Haylin stumbled on him alone without a flock or urizen bond. With pity on his mind and hope in his heart, Haylin gave Cass a nod and snapped his fingers low to his side, watching from behind the mushroom stalk. A flash of flame licked his fingertips and matched a similar glow that coated Cass's eyes, sharpening them from those of observant omnivore to powerful predator. Cass took off in a serpentine sprint through the escaping crowd of Akuma, keeping his head and body low to conceal his movements as much as possible with the terrified slaves on the run before breaking past the scorched ground of their lightning strike, and running down the little boy as quickly as he could to keep him from the smiting awaiting him at the hands of the giant guardsman before them.
1d20
Haylin turned to Shabuto and tried to nudge him along out of sight of the giant and the two women, comically out of place for their desolate environment. "Let's move, we'll be fine," he said, staying low and using mushroom brush to flank the entrance and try to make it into the stronghold where Shabuto's friends were hopefully being kept, any step towards being free of Rudral was worth the risk at this point. They expected resistance, but not necessarily before they even entered the space. Time was of the essence and Haylin really wanted to go home.