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[Viscoun]

 

 

 

[06:11:04 - 09/10/804.M18]

 

"There is solace to be found in the superiority of human civilization."

 

Forty Beta Crash Site

 

With a rush of steam, the hatch door was thrown open, and the crew took their first glimpses of sunlight in two whole days. The slam of the door upon the forest floor sent an echo of rustles through the wood, serving as a warning of humanity's inevitable, destructive arrival on the planet.

 

The forest surrouding their ship was green, sparkling, lush, and filled to the brim with life. The leaves were large, fed by some abundant and nutritious source beneath the ground, and the trunks were sturdy and tall. The ground, where it was not covered by the canopy sprawl that seemed to fill even the smallest of nooks and crannies, consisted of loafy, fertile soil. Indeed, this vegetation looked remarkably like the kind you would expect to see on any human planet, albeit much greener and larger in scale.

 

It was utterly sickening.

 

The vanguard of the human party, consisting of some the most elite fighters CWF BS40B had brought, stepped into the open air. The ship's computer had mapped the topography of the island before the ship itself had been consumed by the alien outgrowth, so the crew had had the chance to observe the planet that had forcibly taken them in, and plan a route to scout the surroundings, as well as find a place to escape to should they come under attack. Not that they'd ever willingly flee from a battle, of course. But survival entailed more than just annihilating the enemy.

 

The captain of the ship, Commodore Delronte Delta, brought a titanium-bound hand to her face, switching the dials on her visor to accomodate for the sudden increase in brightness. A little momentary blindness could be fatal in an environment where even the insects burrowing underground could become hostile entities. No one knew how the outgrowth had assimilated into such a massive clump, but whatever had happened, the forest seemed to have settled down. But who knew when it would wake up again?

 

She opened a line to the other members of the stormtrooper vanguard. Among them was Lieutenant Kaizar Gaius, the prodigal orphan whose scuffle with his superior had led to his demotion to the rank of a common stormtrooper. Delronte had seen the worth in having such a precocious mind on board, and had hand-picked him for the mission, thus saving him from a life of indefinite hiatus and unending humiliation. Perhaps this time, he might redeem himself yet.

 

"Troopers," Delronte said. The power suits straightened up, and stood at attention.

 

"Split into groups of three. We need to get the surrounding area cleared of any hostiles. Use physical weapons - don't bother with plasma guns or rifles, we don't know what we're dealing with yet. Maintain minimal radio contact, and report back in an hour or so. Don't stray past the safety range."

 

She paused. "Gaius, you're coming with me. I need your opinion on a few things."

 

"Of course." Gaius's smooth voice came sailing over the airwaves. With the stormtroopers now dispersed, he walked over to Delronte, power suit whirring slowly as he came to a stop. "What is it that you require?"

 

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Forty Beta Command Center

 

Emily Scarlet sat at her post in the command center, spinning herself around on the swivel chair, occasionally stopping to watch the hologram of the planet they had found themselves on turn slowly on its axis. The blinking orange lights in the dimness of the chamber sent Emily into a fit of loud, drowsy groans.

 

"Urgh... I'm so bored..." She looked up at the ceiling, hoping something would come crashing in and give her a bit of action to throw herself into. Nothing happened.

 

"Dammit!" She stood up abruptly, and immediately collided with the large television screen placed above her post. Luckily, her power suit was on, as it always was, and the big ole helmet provided some protection. But it hurt nonetheless.

 

Just then, Max Foley, the fleet doctor, walked in, and Emily's figure, still rolling around in agony, came to a stop in front of his feet. She looked up, and Max looked back. The skull mask never ceased to unnerve him, but he knew that behind that mask, there was a silly, almost child-like serial killer with a love for cooking and throwing tantrums. He sighed, and stepped over her to look at the hologram.

 

The ship had found itself on the only bit of land on the entire planet. It was an ocean world with a large island conveniently placed on the equator, with temperatures ranging from kinda hot to kinda cold. It was the perfect place to live. At least, it would have been. Right now, all the humans on the planet could concern themselves with was getting off as fast as they could, killing as many aliens as they could in the process.

 

And Emily, strangely enough, wasn't part of that plan. She'd been assigned by the Commodore, along with Max and a few other ship serfs, to watch over the ship. And since none of the serfs were allowed into the command center, she was now alone with some guy who didn't like killing. It bothered her.

 

"Hey, Max." Max turned, and although he couldn't see her face, he could tell she was grinning.

 

"I'm bored. Wanna go outside?"

 

 

 

 

Year of the Rising Moon - Noonday, Third Rise

 

"The unity of the elves shall triumph above all those who seek to destroy us."

 

Sha'rah Dalor, Gate Es'rah

 

The hunting party was assembled at Gate Es'rah, the western gate leading to the most used entrance to the Great Perennial. Consisting of a dozen elves, mages and sorcerers all, it was one of the most powerful gatherings of magic users the Highlands had seen since the fledgling forces of dark and high elves had met each other across the banks of Unity Stream, at the site where Sha'rah Dalor had eventually been built.

 

The marble bridge leading to the southern end of Fo'tar range, over which they would trek into the Great Perennial, gleamed and sparkled with dazzling color. High above, in one of the gate's many surrounding spires, a battle horn was blown, and the ranks of mages slammed the blunt ends of their spears onto the rocky ground, creating a thunderous boom that sent vibrations through the floor.

 

"March!" yelled the gatekeeper, and the mages formed six ranks of two, beginning to make their way under the gate's great arch and across the bridge. From there, they would break formation and return to their own squads, four squads of three. It was a seemingly unnecessary tradition to those unfamiliar with the elven ways, but for the elves it signified the discipline and unity that remained amongst once hostile clans, now marching as one against a common enemy.

 

Navi Atramenteous watched as the elven ranks strode past her, nodding occasionally as they cast glances at their new commander. The "Queen of Mortality", as most soldiers now referred to her as behind her back, had made a storming entry into the emergency council's meeting chambers the day before, stunning the sages gathered there. Now, she was acting commander of this group, full of all kinds of talent, yet still remarkably ragtag.

 

The party crossed the bridge with all due haste, and began to break up into their assigned squads. Among these was the squad of Arc'tus Ytrie, whose members included one of Sha'rah Dalor's few remaining Shadow healers, Lo'hell Dathmir. As Navi neared the gathered troops, having crossed the bridge last behind the rest, she caught Lo'hell's eye, and Lo'hell looked away. She smiled. Perhaps the Shadow healer would make a good helper during their trip, which would take approximately two days to get there and would entail many encounters with the local "wildlife".

 

"You," she said. Lo'hell returned her stern gaze nervously. "And you," she repeated, beckoning the leader of the squad, Ytrie. "Come here."

 

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Forty Beta Crash Site

 

Deep in the woods, broad leaves providing ample camouflage for his figure's broad stature, there lay a dark elf.

 

He was wild, a son of the Great Perennial itself, the one whom he called mother. Wielding blades made from the bones of his dead siblings, he was the epitome of the lost, restless soul who found solace in isolation, in entrusting his very being to the wills of nature. As one of the few remaining dark elves following the War of Clans that had almost entirely wiped out his race, he knew none that he could call "brother" or "sister". Every elf that lived in Sha'rah Dalor, that hid in the tall walls that blocked out the sun, was a stranger to him, and he detested and shunned their way of living, just as they shunned his.

 

But no ground would be broken if elves fought amongst elves and a new threat suddenly came to oppose all races. No, although Saruna'i Dargbelor was not an elf of Sha'rah Dalor, and had claimed guardianship of an unfiltered forest well, Surta'h, that most would consider tainted, he knew that the metal bird that had arrived with such ungraceful entry required more than a simple curious trip into the forest. No, this was something more.

 

As he watched, the side of the metal bird still free from the Great Perennial's roots slid open, and figures, elven in stature, but clad in dulled chrome and steel-like metal, emerged. He judged one of them, at whose gesturing the other figures immediately took flight, to be the leader, and soon another joined them, one whom he presumed to be an advisor of some kind.

 

He contemplated the chances of him winning in a battle against these two metal elvenoids, who were at present alone in their company. The Great Perennial had a limitless supply of Earthen magic to offer him, and though the Great Perennial lay dormant, he could sense its will flowing through him. My child, this bird, one that even I cannot digest, presents a great danger to this world. Assist me in removing the threat that it, and its contents, present.

 

Yet, he mused, it would be wise to wait for the inevitable hunting party to come to the site itself, lest the elvenoids proved too much for him. He estimated that it would take two days to trek over the Fo'tar, through the thicket, and to where he presently stood. And if even they could not take on the newcomers, then it would be unwise to assume he, on his lonesome, could do what they could not.

 

O mother, what should I do?

 

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OOC:

Spoiler

• Humans - Welcome to the Great Perennial! Two of you (Delronte and Gaius) are currently donning exosuits, and are engaged in conversation. Discuss tactics, and make a move. The other two are in the command center, deciding whether to go out despite Delronte's orders not to do so. It's up to Max whether he wants to follow Emily outside, if she does go.
• Elves - Good luck on your quest! As mentioned before, it will take two days to get over the mountains and into the Great Perennial itself. (Look at the map in the OOC for more information.) Three of you are together - it's up to Navi to decide what she wants to do with Ytrie's and Loh'ell's squad. Saruna'i is by himself, watching the crash site, and it's up to him whether he wants to start the game and make the first move, or watch them for a little while longer.

NPCs for both parties will be added soon.

Edited by Viscoun, 02 June 2014 - 04:07 PM.

[Officer Judy Hopps]

"The Queen of Mortality"

 

Navi had always favored the sunset to morning. 

 

Her brash entrance into the council had granted what she wanted. An approach against the invaders and try to bargain for a way of peace, a resolution to prevent another unnecessary war. Though she truly doubted a resolution was possible, they had granted her this wish. A hunting party was formed, created out of herself, a select handful of talented souls, and a credible number of some of the most talented magi of the current day. Hopping lightly down from her vantage point, she proceeded to watch on as the party marched out of town towards the setting sun. 

 

Night would soon be upon them, and she had every intention to clear the distance from the city as soon as possible. 

 

Motioning for two of the Magi to break ranks and follow her, the entire grouping would hear a whisper. An ominous, sweet whisper in the shadow of their ears. Some were caught off guard, some even hesitated in their step before realizing it was her, their commander, communicating to every soul through the use of her shadow magic. "All of the hunting party, tread lightly, stay to the shadows...and illusion magic will be a necessity. I intend for us to see them long before we are ever spotted. Do you understand?"

 

A sea of nodding silent nodding heads indicated their comprehension, and she hinted at just a smile with her crimson lips beneath the violet hood she wore. "Good. We will now spread out. Divide and conquer. Set traps for the route on the way back to the city just in case we are pursued. Leave a marker, a hint that only elvish can see as indicative of where it is. Tread lightly my friends, good hunting, and good luck. Be sure to keep thine eyes open, and your mind aware, there are far worse things than invaders that lurk through these woods."

 

Final words of warning followed her to them all as she vanished into the dark. "Remember. Call out if you see anything of suspicion. These woods belong to us, our great mother, and no one else. I would prefer it to remain that way."

[Diabolical Rhapsody]

"The Forgotten"

 

It had hardly taken him time when he had decided to go look into the crashing site of the huge metal bird. His mother, had been unable to digest it for three full days and in his ears he could hear the reverberating moans of her efforts. It pained his soul to see her struggle, after all she was the most powerful and it stood as an affront to her will. It was his duty as her son to help her as she had helped him. He watched from under the cover of a large leaf that hid his form in its shadow as the door flung open and what seem like armored Elvenoids march forth. So this was no bird but a contraption to carry forth invaders, Space elves that conquered unsuspecting worlds and made them kneel.

 

As he saw a contingent come forth at the call of a lizard-like armored Elf, he concurred that it was the commander. It looked strikingly like the bipedal Angoya'r of the western shore, vicious, giant serpent like predators that ruled the land under the blessings of the Perennial. As the forces slowly started to spread out, the commander was joined by an advisor, his armor completely different from the other one and closer to the armor that the famed Blood Knights of Min'rah wore. He couldn't help but feel a tinge of anger as he remembered that. Slowly and surely, the warnings that his mother had given was bearing a fruit.

 

He contemplated whether taking them on, on his lonesome will be a wise thing to do. He knew that the ones at Sha'rah Dalor will be acting as well. Soon a short recon force will be upon the site as well. Maybe then he could use them as shields to test the full capabilities of the Elvenoids. Till then, he'll keep a lookout from afar and try to know as much as he can. Gently forcing the pointed tip of Mib'Endien in the ground, he channeled his magic into it as a conduit was made for his request.

 

"O! Wembetar the fourth born, heed my call. The youngest of the Perennial asks for your help." he silently requested, the King of Worms for his assistance.

 

"Be my eyes so that we can help our mother have her fill of this giant bird." he finished. His magic seeped through the soil as very small worms rose from the ground near the crash site and slowly slithered to the open hatch, inconspicuous, silent and unnoticeable. The measures the Elvenoids take will ensure Saruna'i of their intent. Plus, he'll get the view inside the carrion of the large beast. The lobby of the hip was in the view as a few worms slithered on the floor hidden from regular sight. 

Edited by Frigid Fugue, 01 June 2014 - 06:13 AM.

[Crouching Bacon]

Arc’tus answered the summons with a quick salute and stepped forth, listening closely as the Queen of Mortality whispered in the shadows. Her shadows– to be precise, the darkness was very much her home. Beside him was Lo’hell Dathmir, a rare Shadow healer that he had the great fortune of having in his squadron. It was a shame the elf was decidedly shy and Arc’tus took it upon himself to change that.

 

Navi Atramenteous gave them a detailed set of instructions, choosing stealth over brash attacks.

 

“Well, we’re under her alright. The master of hide-and-go-kill.”

 

She vanished into the darkness of the forest and Arc’tus took it as his cue to start the hunt. He signaled his troop with a gesture of the arm and cast over them a spell of illusion and camouflage.

 

“We are one with the woods both in mind and body. As the wise Queen has said, tread lightly… but do not tread fearfully. This place is ours, after all.”

 

He clapped Lo’hell on the back and grinned. “Your presence fills my men with courage. I hope you find it in yourself as well.” Then Arc’tus stepped into the woods.

[Jod]

Delronte, stood thoughtfully staring at the three dimensional holo map atop a simple folding table. She held her helmet in right arm as she, went through the various, data points that the ships sensors brought up.

 

However out of all the things was the detection of clusters of regular symmetric geometric shapes on the continent that took the ball. It appeared that there was sentient life on the planet, and that made her happy. It appeared that there was going to be a hunt after all.

 

“We need to set up a defensible base of operations” she said,

 

“First we need to clear this damn forest, it interferes with our rader, and blocks our line of sight, so lets tear it down, I’d say and extra  200 meters from the crater should suffice” She said as gestured in a circle around the crash sight

 

“ However our first priority is to get those shield generators up, we can't have the plant thing, and whatever it is out there, bumping out on our front door” she said, marking the points where she wanted to set up the portable generator.

 

“I want you to set up a sentries, and from what we’ve seen a turret ring as well” She said, looking at  Gaius. “We need to get our defenses up before doing anything else”

 

Then motioning for Gaius “I want to here your take on this….:

[Alcruid]

~Lo'hell Dathmir~

The coward

 

Lo'hell  stood awkwardly amongst the elve ranks, waiting for someone to get in, when the doors opened and Navi Atramenteous entered. She glanced at him and nervously he looked away. He knew she was going to choose people now and he so hoped that she wouldn't choose him. Please, don't let it be me, he thought as she came closer. A thought not many elves would have had, it would be unlikely, disgraceful even, to have such thoughts, yet Lo'hell couldn't help but contemplating on why he said yes. "You" she said. It was his own damn fault. He returned her gaze. It was stern and unsettliing to Lo'hell. 

 

He had the feeling this was not going to end well for him.

 

He came forward and listened as she spoke to them. Well, at least he tried to listen. Most of what she said he didn't hear, his head full of other thoughts. He knew there was probably no way back. Should he just have asked her if perhaps she could reconsider? No, that wouldn't do. He stroked his imaginary beard as he was thinking. He couldn't just talk like that to the princess, as he saw her as. Maybe if he just asked nicely. No, he had already passed that point. He shouldn't have agreed to it in the first place. Everyone seemed so happy and content to have him though. They wanted him on their team. It was to protect Sha'rah Dalor and every elve residing there.

 

Lo'hell slowly started to feel better about himself and the choice he had made. But then those few words from Navi reached his ears. "...there are far worse things than invaders that lurk through these woods."

 

He was reminded of the beast that had impaled him in his childhood. Wonderful memories arose from all this. But he had to be strong. There weren't many other shadow healers to protect Sha'rah Dalor. Oh, this was mind boggling, it bothered him. Oh, something somewhere definitely was laughing at his suffering. 

 

Then suddenly, Navi vanished into the darkness, into the forest. Many of the men soon followed and so Lo'hell decided he should just go after them. There was nowhere else he could go in the first place. Were he to encounter such a beast once again, well only fate would know what the outcome will be. 

 

"...Do not tread fearfully. This place is ours after all" Lo'hell grinned as he heard the young Arc'tus Ytrie say this. It was somewhat Ironic. He could smile about it. He was so sure, that this place had a mind of its own. It wasn't ours. Lo'hell could have laughed to himself all about it as much as he wanted to, but when he was clapped on the back, he jumped up a little too far, too startled. Lo'hell looked around him, shocked from the clap on his back. "WHO... WHAT.."

 

He turned and saw it was Arc'tus, grinning. Was he grinning because of his reaction? It didn't look like Arc'tus noticed his very noticeable outburst of shock.  “Your presence fills my men with courage. I hope you find it in yourself as well.”

 

Well, at least he had some use for this hunting party. Now he just had to follow up on Arc'tus his words and find courage in himself as well. Lo'hell entered the woods as well, chuckling. "If it's for our home..." he didn't bother finishing his sentence as the darkness of the woods surrounded them. The sounds of extravagant birds and the lively woods filled his ears. Their quest has now started.

Edited by Alcruid, 02 June 2014 - 06:05 PM.

[Führer Itulhu]

Lieutenant Kaizar Gaius

 

ever since the troopers exited the ship Gaius had carefully surveyed the surroundings around him until he had received his orders from the commander and made his way to her.

When Gaius walked over to the Commander he looked at the 3d holomap laying on the table in front of him, it didn’t show everything perfectly due to the interference, but it was clear there was life on this planet, maybe life that would interest Kaizar Gaius more than the level of mere enemy. After a minute of waiting for the commanders response she started what could be considered a strategy meeting

 

“We need to set up a defensible base of operations” she said,

 

“First we need to clear this damn forest, it interferes with our rader, and blocks our line of sight, so lets tear it down, I’d say and extra  200 meters from the crater should suffice” She said as gestured in a circle around the crash sight, as she did Gaius thought about the strength of the wood from the trees and thought it would be best to test it out as soon as possible.

 

“ However our first priority is to get those shield generators up, we can't have the plant thing, and whatever it is out there, bumping out on our front door” she said, marking the points where she wanted to set up the portable generator.

 

“I want you to set up a sentries, and from what we’ve seen a turret ring as well” She said, looking at  Gaius.“We need to get our defenses up before doing anything else”

 

Then motioning for Gaius “I want to hear your take on this….:

 

“Ah Commander it would be my honour,” Gaius spoke as he gave a supposedly polite bow,

“there are a few suggestions I have, first off in the future I would advise against splitting people off into groups of 3 or under, we are stranded on this planet and we could get interference and lose communication with each other at any time… and if someone get injured someone will have to be left alone, it is too dangerous so please consider making it at least groups of 4 or 5” Kaizar spoke politely but bluntly, it would pose an issue if anyone got lost and forces dwindled.

 

“Secondly I see no issues with cutting down in a 200 meter radius, at this point we are at a disadvantage if we are attacked, but I would like most the seemingly thicker wood to be gathered together to test its strength… I will touch on why in a minute” As much a bastard Kaizar Gaius was considered to be he would show complete dedication to his work.

 

“I agree that the shield generators are a top priority… I would not like that plant thing attacking at any given time, but I would like the turrets to be within a 100-150 meter radius, so we have a shot at the clearing we will make ahead of it, now about the wood, i think for the Sentries and to build around base we use natural resources like the wood, then we can also set up around base better and even build sentry towers….and I would like at least some form of defence if the generators fail…..and.. I think thats all for now” Kaizar finished speaking and let out a small sigh,

 

“commander you look as beautiful today as ever” Kaizar now spoke in a less serious tone, and closed his eye, he could have been winking but it would be impossible to tell as one could not see his other eye behind his mask.

[Jod]

Delronte looked at Gaius, a predatory look on her face "As it should be" She said, with a wolfish grin "For I am perfection". Then returning back to the Holoscreen, she continued, "I accept your additions, you are to go forward with these plans as you see fit. However I would like a status report every two hours."  Turning around in one fluid moment, "Go on, you are dismissed." She said, as she made her way out of the makeshift tent, winking mischievously as their eyes met for a brief moment before she placed he helmet back on he head.

 

 

She was on her way to the ship, It was time to get a check on the mechanics, after all they needed to know the extent of damage, and the avenues for repair if any. Next she would call a meeting of the support staff over current inventory and supplies. By that time the scouts were expected to arrive, and would need to be briefed. Delronte clearly had her work cut out, not that she minded, after all she was totally in her element.

[Viscoun]

 

Year of the Rising Moon - Evening, Third Rise

 

Fo'tar Range, Foothills

 

With the shadow of Arc'tus' last gleaming grin bearing in his mind, Lo'hell stepped into the forest that covered the base of the Fo'tar mountain range. It was evening, the last rays of sunlight silently disappearing over the top of the high summit overhead, beckoning in the quiet rustling of the night wind. The jet-black silhouettes of his dozen companions broke the monotonous grey and purple that filled his vision, though from time to time a loosely-sheathed sword caught the dying light, and Lo'hell looked up to see the lean figure of Arc'tus trudging through the mess of leaves on the floor. He suspected that Arc'tus was deliberately taking his time so that Lo'hell could follow with greater ease, and for that Lo'hell was somewhat grateful.

 

The party had been told at the pre-briefing that the trip over the mountain would take two days. A lengthy period of time, to be sure, but the party had some of the fastest hunting feet in all the Highlands. Lo'hell only hoped he would be fast enough to keep pace. They'd been walking for the entire afternoon, and his feet were starting to ache. That reminded him - he hadn't gone hunting since...

 

His train of thought snapped, and Lo'hell came to a sudden stop. I should've just stayed in Sha'rah Dalor.

 

Arc'tus, hearing the footsteps behind him go quiet, halted as well. The two of them looked at each other.

 

"Is all well?"

 

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Navi Atramentous saw the last vestiges of light disappear over the tips of the Fo'tar range, and motioned for the party to stop. Arc'tus' squad seemed to have stopped as well, and it might perhaps be a good time to set up camp and rest for the night. The foothill's woodlands harbored many dangers, and in the dim purple glow of the twilight sky, the leaves turned completely black, perfect camouflage for any animals that might be lurking nearby. Images of the fabled great serpents of the west, the Angoya'r, came to her mind, but she easily brushed them away. They shouldn't be far west enough to encounter any beasts stronger than a common lupine. She hoped that the forest hadn't changed in the many years that she'd been asleep. Perhaps it had.

 

They would need fire, and pehaps would need to build a hanging shelter of some sort, in case it started to rain. She had some of the best mages in the city currently in her employ - they would get the job done easily. They would also need to take turns watching the area at night - maybe Arc'tus' squad, being the squad that needed the most sleep because of the shadow healer with them, could go first.

 

Just then, a howl resounded through the thin air. Barely audible, but there nonetheless. Navi's eyebrows creased. Arc'tus gritted his teeth, and Lo'hell's eyes widened.

 

"We'll set up camp here," Navi announced after a long pause.

 

The howl came again, as if in reply.

 

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Forty Beta Crash Site

 

The ship was breached, but anyone looking anywhere other than downwards was looking in the wrong direction. Saruna'i, his consciousness fully connected to the small, yet potent blessing offered to him by Wembetar the Fourthborn, observed the interior of the bird that had caused such a great stir on their once-peaceful island. It was a metal shell, dull blue but lustrous grey, every nook and cranny catching the wisps of light that blinked from within every orifice. Long tubes and conduits ran across the walls, some sloping downwards and ending their journey in the ground, others reaching up and disappearing into the ceiling. If it had indeed been built by the hands of these elvenoids, it was a magnificent, yet twisted and angry, example of architecture. It complemented their metallic appearance well, Saruna'i mused.

 

He was soon to be brought out of his reverie, however. As the small worms rounded the corner, a small crystal dome, rotating slowly on its axis at the corner of the ceiling, abruptly swiveled towards his field of vision.

 

Saruna'i and the globe locked eyes.

 

OOC:

Spoiler

• Elves (Navi, Arc'tus, Lo'hell) - The hunting party has set up camp for the night. You have free rein until night falls completely, at which point you'll need to start patrolling. Something may happen, something may not. It's up to you. It's also a good chance to get to know each other properly. I'll add in NPCs soon.
• Elves (Saruna'i) - Saruna'i, you done goofed. Or not. You may allow something to happen, in which case all the humans present will be alerted. Or you could just not allow anything to happen, and continue exploring.

Edited by Viscoun, 06 June 2014 - 06:58 PM.

[Diabolical Rhapsody]

"The Forgotten"

 

As the interior of the weird contraption unfolded in front of his eyes, he didn't notice his existence being discovered. Slowly, the ones at his command proceeded onwards before coming to a sudden stop. Right in front of them was what seemed like a mechanically enhanced Túrëa. The famed spell of the Os'rah wood elves who instead of mastering a particular element like the others, mastered a potent tracking spell. It manifested a scouting eye out of pure mana and it could trace back the caster from analyzing its spells. It was an expert level spell and seeing it before him made a cold shiver run down his spine.

 

If these elvenoids had enhanced an already potent Túrëa, it meant that casters would be in serious trouble. He let the worm slither in a crevice and hide there as the others out of its range retreated backwards and crawled along the strange pipelines that seem to grow in and out of the floor and ceiling. He had to find another way, and what seemed like a strange five holed structure he willed the few earthworms to crawly inside only to be confronted by even more wires and what seemed like lightening as a few of the worms got fried.

 

He expressed his condolences to their sacrifice and slowly retreated to the other hallway that led to someplace else. With a possible help still a few days out, it was wise to take advantage of his element of surprise and gather as much account of these strange ones as possible. It seemed that they had developed quite a few amazing weapons with lethal intent, involving with them will surely be a bloody affair. He observed as a few of the elevenoids marched out from the safety of the ship towards the forest carrying strange contraptions with them. he could sense malice in their movements and thus proceeded to retaliate.

 

"O! Turondo the firstborn, I call for your aid" he channeled his magic within his staff still stuck in the ground "With the grace of Arannumbëthaw, who is your twin and junior help this young one whom your mother took in as her own."

 

"Heed my call and let her will be done." he prayed as he touched the ground with his palms. "Gadr-Anamo!" he hissed as his magic seeped in the soil that touched his palms. Not far from the advancing elvenoids, the soil softened as roots shifted underneath. Walking in would trap them in quicksand, one wherein the poisonous roots at his command will devour them in full.

[Faye]

The Butcher

 

| Forty Beta's Command Center

 

It seemed that the big day had finally arrived for Emily. After spending the past few days loitering around doing mostly nothing, she's finally received the news that the mechanics had finally managed to repair the ship's systems enough to open the hatch. In just a few hours, they will set out to explore the land, and purge any hostile life forms that dared to stand in their path.

 

She was hyped up, to say the least. She readied her three pair of power knives, making sure that all of them were in pristine conditions. She cleaned the barrel of her bolt pistols, and readied six magazines along with them. She even removed her helmet for a while, polished it, and checked the sensors' wiring just to be sure. She was so eager, that even when she put the skull helmet back on, everybody swore they could see a wide grin plastered on the skeletal face. It was a weird mixture of horror and cute, really.

 

"Aw yeah! Time for war!" she exclaimed loudly as she walked towards the bridge for their mission briefing. Her steps were light, as they always are, but today she almost seemed as if she were flying.

 

Yes, she was that excited. Sadly though, her expectations were shot down soon after by the sly commander. The lady commander, Del.. Del.. Delicious Delta? Or whatever her name is, had decided to put Emily on a watch duty. Talk about putting a leash on your dog. Not bad at all. Good job, commander.

 

"Duuuude, what's wrong with that bitch?" Emily grumbled as she swirled around on her new throne: a swivel chair positioned strategically under the main monitor of ship forty beta's command room. "To think that she left her best scout behind in a scouting mission. Her pranks are going too far lately," she continued as she threw occasional glances at the holograms of the planet they had found themselves on.

 

She spent the next few minutes cussing her commander while fantasizing about her getting mauled by a xeno bear somewhere out there. After a whole ten minutes, however, even those delicious fantasies had lost their appeal. She was on her last string. She even began to pray that a giant rhino would tore away at the ship's exterior, just so that she could have something to do. But no. Nothing happened.

 

"Dammit!" She stood up abruptly, and immediately collided with the large television screen placed above her post. Luckily, her power suit was on, as it always was, and the big ole helmet provided some protection. But it hurt nonetheless.

 

Just then, Max Foley, the fleet doctor, walked in, and Emily's figure, still rolling around in agony, came to a stop in front of his feet. She looked up, and Max looked back. He did nothing but threw a pitying gaze at the girl writhing in agony a few inches from his feet, sighed, and stepped over her to look at the hologram. Rude.

 

Still, he could be Emily's ticket to the outside world. If the doctor wants to explore the ship's surrounding, he would need a reliable bodyguard to protect him, right? Right?

 

"Hey Max," Emily addressed the doctor casually. And once she got his attention, she cut straight to the point and said, "I'm bored. Wanna go outside?"

 

 

OOC:

Spoiler

 Sorry for the rather pointless post. I don't feel like controlling other's character ;u;

Edited by S.S. Fayrbrant, 07 June 2014 - 02:27 PM.

[Alcruid]

~Lo'hell Dathmir~

the coward

 

The hunting party proceeded fast. Almost too fast for Lo'hell's taste. It had been too long since he had last entered these woods and too long since he had done something else but sitting on his ass, healing people. Ah well, at least he was being useful. He wasn't sure if he was so capable of being useful now. He had the feeling he would only be a burden to the party... this exact moment already. Everyone was proceeding fast, except for Arctus who proceeded more at his pace. Lo'hell was grateful for this, Arc'tus was a good lad to him.  

 

Alas, the somewhat slower pace would probably not stop him from being a burden. His feet were starting to ache and they were nowhere near the target. Oooh, how he wished he was home again. Homesick already eh? it amused him. But it wasn't that strange. This all reminded him of the last time he went hunting... it wasn't really a good time. He went with the party for the same reason as he did now, because he was a talented healer, and oh how well did he do his job. Not. He hoped that this time he wouldn't be shamed by himself. No, it was inevitable.

 

His train of thought snapped, and Lo'hell came to a sudden stop. I should've just stayed in Sha'rah Dalor.

 

It was a momentary action. He didn't really think about it. Bluntly, he had forgotten the whole being-fast-and-proceeding-thing. Or maybe he just stopped being aware of his surroundings. It was only when Arc'tus spoke that he noticed he had stopped.

 

"Is all well?"

 

Lo'hell continued staring and tried to conjure up an answer.

 

"All is well, physically of course" He stroked his imaginary beard; "Mentally, I might be a bit scatterbrained, but who wouldn't be? Our great perennial has encountered a metal bird she can't swallow!"

 

hmmmm. He had seen the metal bird. The great Perennial couldn't swallow it. Honestly though, his mind had never really reached the encounter with it. He wasn't worried about it all. It was the great Perennial that would make him shiver. He sighed.

 

"Young man, scratch that... All is well, physically, except for a tiny ache beneath my feet. Nothing to worry about, ignore it, just since you were asking..." He grabbed the young Arc'tus by the shoulders, not to tight, but like a crazy old elve who had just managed to create a new spell. Gently though, Lo'hell was a gentle person. An unconventional and perhaps inconvenient gentle person. "It must be nice to be young." he wasn't that old himself

 

"The great Perennial is beautiful, but treacherous. She could break us any moment. She broke me once" He gently touched the nearest tree and stroked it "Like a woman" He chuckled at his own comparison."She holds many dangers..."

 

"But don't worry, all is well, because a broken man can't be broken once more" He smiled ".....He might be unwanted weight though" He held his fist in front of him. Full of determination. At least now they were warned, whatever more the future brought was up to himself. As he said, he might be unwanted weight, but only time would tell him the truth.

 

He felt a little better, yes, Arc'tus was a fine lad. Even though Lo'hell was scatterbrained, he wouldn't keep his worries to himself. He could think as much as he wanted. It wouldn't solve anything. But he still couldn't forget his most recent hunt. It only made him wonder.

 

"What in the great Perennial would have compelled our princess to choose me of all people though?" He remembered the strange look on her face as she appointed him. Was it any good, or bad?

 

------

 

They headed towards the rest of the group. Apparently they had stopped as well. Lo'hell didn't bother to approach with a fast pace, he just walked there leisurely. 

 

Jus then, a howl resounded through thin air. Lo'hell's eyes widened in horror. Oh no.... not this again. He stopped his steps again and quickly grabbed for his crossbow. If it would come for him, he would be ready.... Depending on how he would be able to face it. 

 

He wanted to curse the Great Perennial, mother nature's wrath. He felt it coming. "There it is already...." he sighed with a crooked smile, "She is treacherous..." He repeated his earlier words.

 

He looked at Arc'tus. This hunting party wasn't for the beast. The howl was only faint and far. They could just ignore it, Surely, Lo'hell would be able to sleep soundly. The neast was only faint and far. "What to do... what to do...What shall we do.." He softly mumbed to himself, half out of desperation and half because he expected orders. His soft words were loud anough to reach the ears of the squad leader..

[pijoed]

Spoiler

Sora de' mechanic -"Move Out?"

 

 

"It seem the mechanics in-charged had finally managed to repair the ship's systems already and the hatch should has been opened by now. I guess, I should just go and inspect the hatch, in the mean time." ~ mutter Sora as she set out of her living space. She already fully-geared ready to do her job as a mechanic. With the spaceship crash land, she just hope the defensive mechanism is at least at 50% capacity, just in case if something go bad as well as the ship's system was after all just reboot, so the radar and the auto-fire turrets should still in disarmed state by now.

 

As she getting near to the hatch, she saw two officers seem to be just standing around..

"A fleet doctor and........"

"Who is she again??"

~ mutter Sora as she hesitantly walk toward them. However, she change her mind and walk straight to a group of mechanics who in the middle of inspecting the hatch as well as doing some minor maintenance. They greet her and Sora greet them back, she is after all not acquainted that well with them as they are not her subordinates.

 

However, as their superiors hasn't yet come to supervise them, they later ask Sora for her assistance as she already on site. Sora agree and quickly position herself near the hatch's manual overwrite control panel as her fingers rapidly pressing it. The work is done in a jiffy with or without the help of Sora. The hatch is not heavily damaged as what she originally assume.

 

------sry-------------

Edited by pijoed, 09 June 2014 - 05:25 AM.

[Crouching Bacon]

Though a fairly speedy scout, Arc'tus did not take particular care in walking stealthily, at least not in these parts of the woods. He liked the sound of dried leaves breaking under his feet and as his team moved onwards, their footfall was a silent beat that sounded like some quiet song from the earth. Lo'hell though, that elf had a beat of his own. Arc'tus had gotten used to the abrupt stops and starts, but when the sound stopped altogether, he stopped with it.

"Is all well?" asked Arc'tus. Lo'hell stared at him. He looked a bit worn.

"All is well, physically of course. Mentally, I might be a bit scatterbrained, but who wouldn't be? Our great perennial has encountered a metal bird she can't swallow!"

Just before Arc'tus could reply, the healer seemed to have had another thought and quickly continued speaking, while taking hold of his shoulders. He flinched, expecting force from the grip, but instead finding an odd gentleness. Lo'hell did not have the hands of a fighter.

"Young man, scratch that... All is well, physically, except for a tiny ache beneath my feet. Nothing to worry about, ignore it, just since you were asking... It must be nice to be young." He then released Arc'tus from his grasp and caressed the nearest tree. "The great Perennial is beautiful, but treacherous. She could break us any moment. She broke me once. Like a woman, she holds many dangers..."

"A woman? He doesn't seem to be the type to pursue dangerous women, but then again, perhaps his strength lies not in his arms and fists but... elsewhere. Heh."

His opinion of the oddball healer had changed considerably. Lo'hell sounded like his father, but strangely, Arc'tus found this endearing instead of irritating.

"But don't worry, all is well, because a broken man can't be broken once more... He might be unwanted weight though. What in the great Perennial would have compelled our princess to choose me of all people though?"

"First of all, my friend, do not call yourself a burden. Why, just now, you have enlightened our spirits with your wisdom. Do you not agree, men?"

The nearer elves responded with quiet nods. "Hear, hear."

"If she sees something in you, then there must be something. Do not doubt yourself, because if you do, then you doubt her. Though my years are few compared to yours, and my wisdom less, I believe that the best personnel for the field are usually far stronger than they believe themselves to be. Only fools would not fear..."

"But you do not fear anything, Sir Arc'tus!" retorted another scout walking by the side.

Arc'tus laughed. "That is true. Well, there you have it,Lo'hell. My words are moot because I am a fool. But you can trust that this fool will always lay his life down for his friends. Do you understand, Lo'hell?"

-----

They eventually caught up to Navi's group. The Dead One watched the sun set as Arc'tus waited on commands. Before a word could be spoken, however, a howl pierced through the silence. The peaceful ambiance was disturbed yet Navi still decided to pitch camp. There was no helping it; they all needed rest.

Arc'tus divided his squad into an organized group of three, one to set up the shelter, one to prepare the fireplace, and one to distribute refreshments. After the stones were set for their fireplace, he used a spell of light to burn the wood placed within.

Over to the side, Lo'hell mumbled, fear written all over his face.

"Ah, Lo'hell. It would be best if you stay close to the fires for now. The warmth is good for tired feet. As for those creatures, they would be foolish to attack us here. Perhaps they are merely announcing our arrival. And even if they did lose their heads and come," he gestured to Ril, his sword. "I think they would make for a good meal. Meat is a pleasure after a long day's walk, aye?"

 

He whistled at the sight of the healer's crossbow. "That's a big one. How far do you think it could shoot? Hunting birds with that must be easy. I always have to resort to stones, since I don't have the patience for bows and arrows."

 

Arc'tus laughed. The conversation was all for Lo'hell's sake though– a distraction from the beasts. He was already thinking of how to best maneuver the squad in case of an attack. Those creatures usually came in packs and that pack could just as well outnumber their squad.

Edited by the Paper, 09 June 2014 - 07:50 AM.

[Officer Judy Hopps]

Navi
"The Queen of Mortality"

The dead need not ever sleep.

Though the same could not be said of those under her command. Pausing as the last vestiges of sunlight into shadows and the world descended into an utter darkness, Navi issued the necessary commands calmly even as an ominous howl echoed through the forest.

"Set camp here." She whispered at first into the shadows of everyone's ear. "Up in the trees, you will find the shelter and protection you desire. Magi, create hammocks for everyone, if it rains we will simply deal with the elements for now as the canopy blesses us with all the shelter we need." Slowly her gaze affixed to Lo'hell and Arc'tus as they settled their fire and began to cook some food.

"Fires are permitted, but keep the flames low and the cooked food downwind from those howls, the last thing we need this night is an unwelcome visitor." Slinking towards a tree herself, Navi simply broke into a light run and ran several paces up the trunk before kicking off, catching a heavy branch, and bringing herself to sit there. Contemplating her options for the night watch, she continued her words for all to hear.

"Shadow healers will rest the night as we do not know what we may meet. The remainder will remain awake with me in shifts of three during the night." That howl in the distance had drawn her unease...was it an ominous omen? Surely it could not have been, they were here for a greater purpose and to protect their mother. Though she may have doubted that the great mother would harshly treat her children, there was always that thought lingering in the back of her mind.

After all, she, a Dead One, was far from natural.

For the dead need not rest nor consume for sustenance.

Flexing her fingertips, the legendary bow that had once belonged to her father appeared rapidly into her grasp as she scanned the woods meticulously while the others got to eat.

[Whirlwind]

Max Foley

Forty Beta Command Center

[06:11:04 - 09/10/804.M18]

 

Walking through a corridor, Max made his way to the Command room of Forty Beta's commands centre. As he made his way they he had a voice recorder taking down a log for him to write down in his records. The device beeped and Max spoke.

 

"Medical Log for Daniel Hayden. Once again Daniel has severed his finger, this time by placing his index inside active machinery. When I asked him why he did it, he said'I was board and my mates dared me to do it.' His injury is minor, but required five stitches. Possible risk of infection due to his... Unhygienic habits... Next check up will be in five days."

 

Max pressed a small button to end the recording. Heaving a sigh, He could see door that lead to the Command room to to far in the distance. "Sticking your hand into a machine just cause you are bored. Geezer... soldiers are something theses days" Max thought to himself, sounding like an old man, "I'm sure Daniel is just an odd ball. I'm just there are more intelligent soldiers out there" Getting close to the door, Max was about press the button to open the sliding door when suddenly...

 

BANG!

As the doors opened, Max was greeted with the sight of Emily on the ground, holding her head and was rocking back and forth. "Yep... soldiers theses days are something..." Max thought, giving himself a mental face palm. Emily Stopped rocking and was gazing at Max, who in turn gazed back. The sight of her mask gave him a slight unnerving chill. Max has seen many skulls, even on living beings, but the unnatural look, unblinking gaze along with the toothy smile; it was... creepy to say the least. However, under that Mask he knew that the woman underneath was a child, Figuratively. 

 

Stepping over Emily, Max made his way to the hologram shaking his head slightly like a disapproving father. He could see the cause of Emily's pain as is hissed furiously with static. From what he could remember, the television displayed information outside the ship like temperature, air quality, etc. Max Lent on the table and peered at the holographic planet and it slowly revolved on it's axis. "A new plant... possibly hostile, but it's new." Max thought looking at the digital world with awe.

 

Max was quite reviled that he didn't have to go out to the field, but he feel like he was missing out; not combat but exploration. After all, It was one of Max's drive to join the military. Emily began speaking, Max knew Emily for quite sometime, so idle conversation was quite common. However, Emily said something that made her seem like a mind reader.

 

"Hey Max" Emily said casualty, as if she was play the 'cool guy'.

"Mmm? What is it?" Max said, turning his head slightly to see Emily.

"I'm bored. Want to go outside?" She said, Skipping the usual conversation.

"O-outside? You know we are are under Delronte Delta's orders, right?" Max said.

 

Max really wanted to see the outside, but he couldn't disobey orders. Perhaps maybe he could go out to inspect the conditions of the planet as well and the local flora for anything salvageable. After all, thanks to Daniel, the ship is almost low on supplies. Max waited for Emily's response and proposed his plan. 

 

"Okay, I'll go out. However, I'm only going out to investigate the plant for anything useful to us. So no trigger happy crazy bonanza, okay?" Max said, using a cover for his ulterior motive of exploration. 

"Get ready and meet me at the exit, I'll meet you there. I just need to get ready." Max said as he walked out of the room.

 

Max booked it to the medical bay and retrieved his equipment as well as a miniature lab kit to test substances for poison or toxins. As Max was about to exit, he made sure to grab a small portable radio from the command room, in case of emergency. Soon after, he met up with Emily.

[Viscoun]

  

 

Forty Beta Exit Chamber

 

Sora wiped the sweat off her forehead as she examined the hatch. The situation was not as bad as she had assumed it was - evidently whatever had swallowed their ship had not been able to find a way to breach the ship's hull, its efforts shown by the multitude of scratches and traces of acid that now lined the ship's exterior. The hatch, too, had sustained no serious damage. But it helped to have the ship at its best condition, considering everything.

 

Not a great start to my potentially long illustrous career, being stuck on some alien planet. And with these people around, too. She sighed, and glanced outside. The weather was great, the abnormally large sun beating down onto the glaring grass. Thank space for air conditioners - now she wouldn't have to go outside - into the sunlight, of all things - to escape the ship interior's potentially stifling atmosphere.

 

A skull-masked figure rounded the corner. Despite the horrifying disguise, there was no mistaking the person behind the visor, and Sora instinctively stood to let the figure pass through.

 

Wait.

 

"Hold up, Emily," said Sora. "Who said you could go out?"

 

 

 

Forty Beta Sick Bay

 

Max gave the sensor one last flick. No contaminants in the air. That was good. He didn't want the heavyweights to come back, bloated and thoroughly dead in their power suits. Giving his various tools one last look-over, he nodded to himself and departed, swiping a handheld radio off the doorside counter as he passed by. Always helped to have some last form of emergency contact, even if the person answering the call would perhaps be reluctant to leave the ship unwatched.

 

Speak of the devil. Just before he turned the corner to the exit chamber, he heard the domineering, loud voice of Sora the mechanic stopping Emily at the door. I'd better get Emily out of the hatch before this turns into an argument.

 

He took a step into the light, and felt a squelching sensation beneath his right boot. Raising his foot, he found the dead remains of some small, serpentine lifeform. His distaste for worms came to the fore, even before the ramifications of such a discovery crossed his mind.

 

Ew.

 

 

 

Forty Beta Crash Site

 

Saruna'i winced as the agonizing cries of half a dozen of the King of Worms' envoys being obliterated simultaneously rang through the forest's sentient minds. Perhaps an accident, but an unfortunate one - he doubted the Fourthborn's consciousness would take kindly to being stepped on. He would have to find the time to make amends at a later date, perhaps with an offering of water from the well to go with whatever he could muster. But not now.

 

The splintering in his head, caused by the reverberating screams of Wembetar's broiling waves of fury, proved too much for Saruna'i, and he dropped down to the ground from his vantage point behind the leaves. Recovering, he saw the swaying canopy high above as he stood, rustled and disturbed by his sudden reaction.

 

It was too late to realize the mistake he had committed, and as two pairs of mechanically-enhanced eyes swiveled in his direction, he could do naught but stand, one foot behind as he glared back, poised for attack.

 

 

 

The stormtrooper units trudged through the crop, glossy soil crunching beneath their kevlar soles as they walked. Yet little did they know of the potentially fatal trap that lay just mere feet before them.

 

Nothing else would have stopped them from falling victim to the first of the forest's many trials, but for a crash of static over the airwaves as the general channel was opened. One step away from the quicksand, the stormtroopers halted in their tracks.

 

Delronte's taut voice rang clear in their headsets.

 

"We have hostile contact."

 

 

 

 

Fo'tar Range, Foothills

 

The first few rays of dense, yellow moonlight came pouring through the tress. The planet had two orbiting satellites, and tonight the moons were the closest together they would be all year, concurrently producing a bright, unhealthy glow that, while illuminating certain parts of the forest, created a shadowy haven for other regions. The campsite of the hunting party was, unfortunately, situated in a clearing that granted vantage of their position from all surrounding areas. Navi called for the bulk of the elven group to rest in a nearby sliver of shadow, but it was not enough to shield all of them.

 

The first group to take watch was Arc'tus's squad, though Lo'hell, being a shadow healer, was given special exception and allowed to take his leave, which he did with good grace. Arc'tus and the other member of his squad, a young spellbreaker by the name of Serrah, took to the nearby trees, hoping whatever shadow they could find would grant them some respite for the moment.

 

The howls had not receded, and had in fact rang all the louder as the night had passed. Arc'tus had had to comfort the shadow healer, but he knew the fear remained. He could see it, not least in Lo'hell's eyes, but in every trembling gesture, every bite of the lip. Sleep well, kid, he thought as he glanced over to where the party was huddled in the tall grass, attempting to catch what little sleep they could.

 

And yet, for the past few moments since the moon had appeared, the howls had abruptly stopped. Arc'tus gave Serrah a look, and pointed at his ear, then at the sky. Serrah nodded.

 

Navi sat near the middle of the clearing, entirely unperturbed by the sudden silence. Perhaps there simply was nothing to fear.

 

Or perhaps there was something coming, and they could do nothing but wait for its arrival.

 

 

OOC:

Spoiler

The island is a big place, so the hunting party and the crash site are in different time zones. Since the planet rotates eastward, the crash site is still in mid-to-late afternoon, while the hunting party is in evening, near midnight. Just a heads up.

 

Also, I will add Serrah's details to the roster.

[Alcruid]

Lo'Hell Dathmir

 

Lo'hell took his leave to make some use of the night and sleep. As if he could sleep.

The howls he had heard felt unsettling and somehow it weren't the wolfs themselves he feared, but something else. His mind wandered off to the metal bird. It was most definitely not from this world. Alien. Unknown.

 

The thing everyone fears and perhaps should fear. The unknown.

 

Lo'hell looked at Arc'tus and Serrah and saw how hard they were working, or at least they were doing more than Lo'hell was himself. "I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be lucky... or unlucky" he muttered to himself. Lucky for being a shadow healer and being excused... or unlucky for having the mindset that would favour being excused. Maybe he should want to be out there with the two of them, with the rest of the team, but he was so sure he wouldn't be able to take it. 

 

Suddenly the howls stopped. Lo'hell again could only wonder if it was a good or a bad thing. He looked up at the glowing moon. A bad omen? Lo'hell was definitely tired, but he couldn't close an eye. The undisturbed silence disturbed him even more than the howls did. He couldn't just lie there, overthink things and do nothing. He stood up and let out a clear sigh as a result of his actions. He bit his lip once again and headed to the middle of the clearing. 

 

"...Princess" He said unconciously as he met with Navi Atramenteous. His legs had only wandered there while his mind was somewhere else. She looked at him as she heard the word, Princess could only be meant for her after all. He was slightly shocked at how he simple spoke up to her and was unsure of what to say. "Do we know what we are doing? I mean... the metal bird. What are we going to do with it?" What Lo'hell really wanted to know was how they were going to face the unknown. He didn't really expect any answer, but he looked at her with stern eyes, because he wanted to know. "Excuse my sudden speech" he slightly bowed, but his eyes hadn't changed at all. Not the expression or the direction. He wanted to know.