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Group Smoke in the Outskirts

Discussion in 'Rauru Village' started by Moone, Mar 19, 2018.

  1. Moone

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    It was beautiful, in a way. The shifting colors the blaze painted across the landscape. Unfortunately, Nathaniel did not have the time to appreciate it, however, focused as he was on avoiding being killed. He frantically worked the crank on the small device in his hands, flame surging from the brass nozzle in torrents. Yet another moblin roared in pain.

    The white-coated man was stifling panic. He knew there had been six when he was accosted, but he'd lost track of his kills. He'd been lucky so far, but the tank of his weapon was growing worryingly light, and he'd still have to deal with the fire if he survived.

    "Back, beasts!" He roared with false bravado. "I can do this all day!" He lied.
     
  2. Varus was quietly making his way towards Raru to bring his next Delivery of Herbs to Mrs. Tweed, the local herbalist and one friend that was still around in these parts. He traveled lightly through the forest heading for a small side gate that he assumed most people did not know about, which was good for Varus as it meant there was little chance for more awkward social interactions with those traveling to and from the city. He had reached the edge of town when he heard it, the sound of battle. He picked up the cries of three, no four moblins, and the cry of a person shouting back at his likelly attackers. Against his better judgement, Varus chose to move to investigate the sounds off in the distance. If the person was really calling the truth then Varus could slink away and avoid the Social interaction, but his quest with Melody, Skyden and Jace had taught him that there were things that one had to do despite circumstances.

    Varus moved like the wind, swift, but silent, through the outskirts of the city towards the sound of combat. Vaurs found a small tree and climbed up it to survey the land. Again he remained hidden, his cloak of leaves shrouding him, in the treeline. He spotted the Hylian with his weird contraption, getting backed into a corner by the four moblins. Vaurs did not know if the man was truly in danger or if it was all a plot to make the moblins cocky and foolish, more so than they already were. Varus pulled out a small wooden whistle from his pocket and blew, though no sound came out at least none that any person could hear. Varus pulled the crossbow from his back and silently loaded a bolt. He took aim at the one towards the back out of sight of the three other moblins, and fired. The bolt passed cleanly into its skull as it slumped over. Another moblin close by heard the head the slump of its friend and turned around to see nothing but a second crossbow bolt piercing his eye as he slumped over too. At this point the other two seemingly caught on to what was going on and turned to look, though only one got the chance to figure out what was going on before Varus' wolfos Harma pounces onto the other ripping into the moblin's neck and tearing out its jugular. Harma postures for an an attack on the last moblin as Varus loads another Bolt and takes aim.
     
  3. Squamata

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    Squamata stormed away from Rauru Village, cursing at anything and everything that caught her eye. The Lizalfos was pissed, and she was finally- finally!- free to let her frustration loose. The guards had 'escorted' her to the gate, and for fear of being jailed or banished from yet another place Squamata had behaved until they'd turned away and let her be. If it was up to her she'd plop down on the grass right here outside the wall and wait for Daman and the rest to come out, then join them on their quest to cleanse Lake Hylia... but unfortunately, it wasn't. The racist guard who'd tossed her out of the village had threatened that if she didn't march out of sight of Rauru the wall guard would toss her in jail and leave her for at least a month. Squamata wasn't sure if this was actually allowed, having spent all her life in Midoro Swamp, but she didn't want to risk it. She had a mission: to win glory for the Lizalfos people and return home in honor. Right now, it looked like the best way to do that was to meet up with Daman as he left the village. She just needed to find somewhere he'd be likely to pass by and-

    Was that screaming? Squamata broke into a run, her muscles moving smoothly as she jogged across the field, the familiar feeling of adrenaline coursing through her body, making her heart beat faster and pound harder against the inside of her chest. Her hand went for a weapon she could no longer bear, and she cursed its absence. She would have to rely on her hand-to-hand skills, and those were rusty at best.

    The corpses of five Moblins lay around a scrawny-looking human teenager. Some were burned, others shot with bolts, and one looked to have had its throat ripped out. Squamata glanced at the wolf and then back to where the bolts must have come from, then focused on the Moblin. The human sounded capable, but the Lizalfos could smell the fear dripping from his skin. Squamata knew a moment of uncertainty- this was the first fight she'd been in since her second humiliating defeat at Garen's hands. What if she lost again? Failure had seemed a constant companion these past few weeks, especially now with being thrown out of Rauru for nothing worse than being a Lizalfos. She growled and squashed that uncertainty. She was a warrior, and she would not be cowed into inaction because of her past mistakes. She stepped forward towards the last remaining Moblin, used her iron arm guard to knock his weapon wide, and dug the claws of her other hand into his eyes. The Moblin screamed as she twisted, then he stumbled back and fell to the ground in spasms. She raised her foot and stomped hard on his throat, crushing his trachea. The Moblin stopped screaming at once, though it continued to jerk on the ground before falling still.

    Squamata stepped back and to the side, trying to keep an eye on the wolf, the kid, and the unseen shooter all at once. Her posture was easy and her voice relaxed, but she kept her iron arm guard up in case of a sudden attack. "Feels good to get that out," she said, grinning. "I've been acting calm all day. What'd you do to provoke all these Moblins, kid?"
     
  4. Moone

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    He was glad she spoke. His finger was on the trigger... one twitch. That's all it would take. He took a moment to look around just in case there were more, but it appeared he was safe. At least, as long as the reptile before him didn't side with them. "I'm... I'm not sure." He panted, wiping sweat from his brow. "I was in a cave nearby, gathering a few mineral samples." He gestures vaguely off into the distance. "The next thing I knew, they were snarling at me in whatever passes for language for those brutes." He sat on a nearby rock, gazing out at the brush fire smoldering steadily downhill. It wasn't too bad. Only grass was burning, it could bounce back in a few weeks. Probably.

    "To be frank, if I'd just run I'd have probably only had to deal with one. I think they took the first one I torched as an insult." He slung his bag to his front, and began rummaging around in it. Jingling metal rings, papers crumple aside, until eventually, he comes out with a roast leg of something or other. He tosses it to the Wolfos. Then he pulls out another one, and offers it to his scaly savior. "Least I can do is offer you lunch... your people are carnivorous, are they not?" The meat is only lukewarm, but the spices cooked into it sing in the wind.
     
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  5. Harma after stepping back and growling at the two of them, perks up and stares at the meat. Then she looks back up to Varus for approval, before pouncing on top of the leg and tearing into it, with a wagging tail, and whatever the wolf's equivalent of a smile must be. Varus swings down out of the tree, in one smooth motion, and lands on the ground starting to move towards the group. He looks up to see the the young Hylian passing out legs of meat, to Harma who was very much enjoying herself right now and to the Lizalfos woman. Wait a Lizalfos?! Vaurs jumped back and raised his crossbow, aiming directly for her eye. His eyes were wide with shock and fear as all of the painful memories of the destruction of his village came back to him. He saw his father burning to a crisp, his friends being impaled and paraded around like the lucky catch of the hunt, he saw his older brother split in two, his sister decapitated and her head stuck on a pike. He heard his mother's shriek after she dropped him off out in the woods, He felt the impact of the club to his back and saw the Lizalfos standing over him considering how to cook the 5 year old hylian boy in front of him.

    His arms shook ever so slightly, then stopped as he entered a state of rage and hatred of the Lizalfos in front of him. He began to survey her up and down, looking closely at each part of her body, getting a read for her abilities and how to exploit them. searching for any weakness in her defences and scales that could tip the balance in Varus' favor. His analysis told him something else however, that she was young, quite a bit younger than he. Varus shuddered as he felt a mass of fur brush up against him. It was Harma, sitting patiently at his feet with the half of the meat the she didn't eat. He looked at the lizalfos again, confirming her young nature. She... she couldn't have been there. It... it wasn't her, she didn't do that. Varus slowly calmed himself. He slowly lowered the crossbow, and went over to pet Harma, though his eyes remained locked on the Lizalfos. He looked to the hylian and said, "I, I'm Varus." Then quickly returned his attention to the Lizalfos, still breathing heavily, his stare almost piercing.
     
  6. Squamata

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    "Ah," Squamata said, scratching her chin. "Sounds like you intruded on their territory." She glanced down at the dead Moblins. "No wonder they attacked you. I'd have done the same if I found someone wandering around my home, chipping at the walls. And then you set fire to their friend?" She crossed her arms. "Seems to me you brought this on yourself. Probably wouldn't have helped you if I'd have known, but," she shrugged and accepted the meat. "It's done now." The roast leg was good, really good, and Squamata savored it. It had been a long day. She needed this.

    It seemed her day was only going to get longer. She was only a few bites into her meal when the crossbow man appeared. The man saw her, leaped back, and aimed his weapon directly at her face. "Shit!" Squamata dropped the meat and hurled herself to the side, rolling into a crouch with her large metal gauntlet raised in a defensive guard before her face, expecting to hear the twang of the crossbow at any moment. Her eyes met his. Wild eyes they were, crazy eyes, and Squamata's tension grew with every passing heartbeat. She would wait for him to fire, block the bolt with her arm guard, and then rush in. She could knock him off his feet before he could act, and-

    The man lowered his crossbow and introduced himself to the human. He wasn't... he wasn't going to attack her? "What?" Squamata straightened. "What? Are you crazy? You point that thing at me and then you just say 'hi?' What the fuck is wrong with you?" Fighting and death were common in the Blue Maiden gang war, and since you were never really sure which Zora was going to try and gut you you treated any threat- any threat- with complete, deadly seriousness. Unless you meant to shoot someone, you didn't aim your crossbow at them. What was wrong with this man?
     
  7. Moone

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    Nathaniel watched the man, who seemed to have flowed out of the shadows like a ghost. His eyes told the story, one he'd seen before. His eyes flashed with pain, with fear, rage, grief, as he gazed off into a distant and terrible memory. The man was warstained, of that he had no doubt. He saw the effort it took to pull himself to the present. To lower his weapon. To greet kindly the face of an old foe.

    "Calm down," he told the Lizalfos, a hand on her shoulder. "He wasn't aiming at you." He stepped forward, a friendly smile on his face and a loaf if bread in his outstretched hand. It was a small loaf, it's surface caked with baked cheese. "My name is Nathaniel," he said, smoothly placing himself between the two. "Pleased to meet you both."
     
  8. Michael Scale

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    This wasn't what Michael expected when he first saw Rauru. There was a group of people gathered close to a slowly dying fire. As he came closer he began to realize how strange the group was. The first thing he noticed was the other Lizalfos. He didn't think that he was going to see too many of his kind outside of Midoro. But then again, not everyone was so keen on their Zora neighbors. He supposed quite a few would try moving out of their crowded home. Michael was happy when he noticed the dead moblins bodies on the ground. What happened here? It looked like there was a battle had recently happened, which would explain the nearby flames. Along with the Lizalfos there were two Hylians. One with a wolfos at his side. The other with some strange machine who appeared to be giving out free food. At the smell of the meat Mike's stomach grumbled. I hope he has more.

    He was about to introduce himself but paused when he sensed the tension between them. “Uhmm… Hi?” He said when one of the Hylians lowered his weapon. “I was wondering about what happened here?” He wasn't exactly sure why he felt the need to intrude upon these people, who were clearly having a civilized conversation between friends. But for whatever reason, Mike felt like making chit chat. And once he got going he'd be hard pressed to stop. He looked at the meat the other Lizalfos had. “Uh, you wouldn't happen to have more food would you?”
     
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  9. Varus' sharp gaze never left the lizalfos girl. Harma stood obediently at his side, looking up to him to try and comfort him, but remaining ready to do what it takes to protect Varus should she need to. Varus takes another breath and tries to calm himself again, lowering the crossbow further. He sees as the other Hylian tries to calm down the Lizalfos and, Varus watches as, surprisingly to Varus, he doesn't get his arm ripped off. At least not yet. Varus finally lowers his guard all the way, and breaks his gaze from the girl. He stares at the ground in front of him, the tears still welling in his eyes. He stares down at his crossbow, bringing back more happy memories of the times he spent with his master. He takes a breath and feels the playful nudge of Harma at his feet, he smiles as he finally takes a hand off his crossbow to pet Harma, who wags her tail and pants in approval.

    Varus moves to put away his crossbow as he hears someone new marching up from behind him. He turns to them, with a half smile ready to welcome them. This smile does not last long however, as he sees an older male Lizalfos with his scared face, that almost definitely means he has been battle tested. Varus did had no reason to believe that this Lizalfos was not against him like he had seen with the girl when she attacked the Moblins, and so he didn't waste any time reviewing the situation. He drew his crossbow, and aimed for The newcomer's head. His eyes once again filled with anger, fear, revenge, and welled with tears. He screamed as he fired the bolt, and though it would likely still hit its target, Varus' emotions had compromised him and the bolt would not fly straight through his mouth like he wanted it to. He jumped back and spun to face the girl, without following through on his shot on the other Lizalfos. His crossbow was already loaded by the time he aimed it. His eyes however now, were not filled with anger and hatred, but simply fear and foreboding. He fired a second bolt, which was far more accurate than his first, aimed at a spot between her feet, as a warning.

    Without a second glance Varus turned and ran off into the forest as fast as legs could take him. He sprinted over brambles, through bushes, around trees, moving farther and farther away from the site of the encounter. He chose the most difficult path, which he could still navigate with some ease, to slow any pursuers down or stop them entirely. Harma, was fast on his heels, keeping pace with varus as he navigated away from the site. With his cloak of natural make and green and brown colors, Varus vanished into the forest, wanting to never see that group again.
     
  10. Squamata

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    "No!" Squamata screamed as the man spun and shot at the other Lizalfos. She dashed towards the crossbowman, but he planted a bolt by her feet and she froze. He took off and ran, and Squamata, cursing, tore after. Blood pounded in her veins. This man had attacked a Lizalfos and nearly shot her! Squamata had spent her life fighting for the good of her people; she would protect her kind. She would run him to the ground for what he'd done. He moved into the forest. Squamata bared her teeth. The forest won't protect you, Hylian, she thought. I am a huntress. You will not escape me.

    She would have to be careful. She'd seen the bolts in the Moblins before. His aim was true, and he struck to kill. She would have to use the forest to protect herself from unseen bolts. If he set an ambush for her, she would be dead before she had the opportunity to club him senseless. But wait- something wasn't right with that. If his aim was so true, why had he missed her so completely? And why hadn't he fired earlier? There was more going on, but she pushed the niggling thought aside. He had fired on her kin. She would hunt him down. You will not escape me, Hylian.
     
  11. Moone

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    There was no thought to what Nathaniel did now. He didn't care which bottle he drew, both would do the needed task. He could not let the two who'd saved his hide come to blows... or worse. He ripped the cork out of the bottle, took aim, and heaved. It spun through the air, arcing toward the furious reptile. With a dull metallic 'THUNK' it bounced off her head, dumping a thick dollop of noxious green over her before clattering to the floor, dumping more ooze. Disoriented, Squamata slipped in the green muck, landing flat on her back in the puddle.

    Oh gods the SMELL. Nathaniel had never used that much at once, and he could smell it from here. A putrid odor that brought together all the worst things about rot, sewage, and gore. His breakfast threatened to climb up his gullet, and he could only guess at how horrible it must be for Squamata. The Rot Glue would be congealing now, thickening into a dense elastic tendrils and sheets.

    Eyes watering in the stench, Nathaniel stepped forward, approaching the prone Lizalfos. If he was going to live, he was going to need to talk fast.
     
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    Michael tried his best to raise his arm and move to the side, but he could tell it was too late. The bolt ripped into the flesh of his right shoulder and he stumbled backwards. “Ow!” He shouted reflexively as he lowered himself into a defensive stance. He was about to draw his sword but thought better of it. It appeared he had little to worry about because the Hylian ranger ran off with the other Lizalfos hot on his heels. “Hey!” He shouted after him. “What’s your deal? That hurt!” He rubbed his shoulder and winced at the pain. Nothing serious but he’d definitely have to get his shoulder looked at. “Do you know this guy?” He asked the remaining Hylian who still hadn’t answered his question about food. All I wanted to do was say, “Hi.” And maybe get some lunch, but no. What do I get? Shot at. The nerve of some people. “Also, where’s the nearest healer?” He said pointing to his shoulder. “I’ll need to get this wound checked out soon.”

    Michael’s eyes shifted back and forth between the two figures running after each other in the distance. He didn’t even notice when the other Hylian threw something after them. Wow. He’s got a nice arm. He thought, but Mike didn’t think bottle was going to catch up with either of them. They were both fairly far away already. Is this what it's like outside of Midoro? Random flames and dead monsters on the ground. People shooting at you for no reason. Now that he thought about it, that wasn't too different from the unsavory parts of the swamp. He wished Liz was with him. Although he now realized why she preferred to stay. Why get shot out here when you could not get shot by staying inside?
     
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    Squamata trembled. Lizalfos had a much stronger sense of smell than humans, and she was engulfed in what seemed to be a concentrated mix of the most disgusting smells known to Hyrule. She barely noticed the pain in her head or the stars swimming before her eyes- all she could think about was that smell! She couldn't help it. She vomited. The meat she had so recently consumed came up in big chunks, and Squamata tried to turn her head, but the awful smell was holding her tight. She couldn't turn her head, and her vomit was just sitting there in her mouth, dripping down her airway, and she couldn't breathe! She stared up at the sky in a panic, her eyes bulging as she fought to expel the bile that was slowly occluding her airway. She flexed her arms, trying to push herself up or onto her side, but the awful stuff she was caught in was too strong. She couldn't move.

    Squamata panicked. She thrashed and tried to spit the vomit out, but the meat was too thick and too heavy and she could only get a little bit of it to dribble down onto her chin. And the smell was still there! Putrid, foul, clogging, and worse than any swamp gas she'd ever encountered in Midoro, it was still torturing her nose and her brain, and now with the vomit- she couldn't stop herself. Her stomach heaved again, and more bile forced its way up her airway. She couldn't breathe. She tried to suck in a breath, but she only ended up getting the stuff down into her trachea. She coughed and hacked and retched, tears flowing down her face and mucus sliding down to join the bile as her body fought to free itself from the vomit that was slowly choking her. It didn't help, none of it helped. She couldn't breathe. She was drowning in a puddle of her own sick, held fast by the worst smell in the world, hundreds of miles from home. She was going to die.

    Squamata, the honorless warrior, the exiled one, stared up at the sky and cried.
     
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    "I'll see to it in a moment, I need to make sure she doesn't hold... a..." his words abandoned him. The bile on her face, the frantic coughing, the choking, snapped him to attention. She was going to die, and it was his fault. Adrenaline surged as he bolted forward, his mind turning like a network of gears, flinging idea after idea at the problem.

    Knife? Would seize in the gel. Low chance of success. Disregard. Gem Juice? Worsen hold. Disregard. Blaze Oil? Dries glue. Glue becomes brittle, breaks easily. Plausible. Narrow nozzle and high pressure would produce precise, intense flame, minimize damage to subject, maximize limited fuel. Plausible. Proceed.


    He pulled the sprayer from his side, as he dropped to his knees, skidding the last yard or so to his captive. He twisted the nozzle to its narrowest setting, then began turning the crank furiously. His wrist burned in protest as he taxed the limits of the mechanism, priming the pressure until the flask bulged and threatened to burst.. His tool prepared, he set to work. He feathered the trigger, and a veritable blade of heat protruded from the nozzle.

    The goop sizzled under the flame, turning pale where it wasn't scorched. It wouldn't burn through, but it quickly became brittle and weak, tearing apart under the glue's own elastic force. He traced around her face first, freeing her neck and her shoulders before dragging the flame down her side. Precious seconds ticked by as he roasted his way through thicker cables, cursing his own inventions.

    This was SUPPOSED to be a deterrent weapon! Non-Lethal! STUPID!

    He cut off that thought, emotions only flickering across his face, his expression cool and focused.

    Stifle emotions. Focus. Save her. Proceed.
     
  15. Michael Scale

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    Everything was happening so fast. Michael was still shocked by the fact he was just shot at. The bottle did in fact manage to make it all the way to the Lizalfos. Wow, my depth perception is a little off. Maybe I should get that checked out as well. The liquid in the bottle turned into a disgusting smelling goo. Oh, gods. That stench is horrendous. From where he stood he could see the other Lizalfos begin to retch. Oh no. He looked away from his kin lest he start vomiting as well. He saw the Hylian move off in the direction of the smell. After he got his queasiness under control he looked back to see the Hylian using his strange machine. The lizard woman didn't look so good. I've got to help her. He ran over to the two trying his best to ignore the stench.

    He knelt down and asked the Hylian, “Can I do anything to help?” Which was a horrible mistake on his part. The smell invaded his mouth. He could taste the stench, like rancid meat laying out in the sun. He shivered as he bit back bile. I'm beginning to be glad that I haven't eaten in awhile. He wasn't sure how he'd be able to stomach all of this on a full... stomach. This isn't the time to start cracking jokes. He scolded himself. All he had on him was his sword at his side. Mike wasn't sure how much that would help, but he decided to try breaking the spots the flames had brittled. Before he did he made one last check to make sure the cloaked Hylian was truly gone.
     
  16. Moone

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    (OOC- Throwing in an extra post here to pull Mikey into the action.)

    The worst was broken through, Nathaniel had managed to cook through the toughest cables until they snapped under their own tension. He was angling for another pass when it happend, a hissing spitting noise issued from the nozzle. A few tiny puffs of flame later and it was nothing but air. The tank was dry.

    Not now, not now! Reevaluate!

    His eyes washed over the scene, devouring details like starving dogs.

    Tension still high, can't roll her. Knife too slow to finish the job. No fire. No tools. No solvent. Estimated time to degradation is another 2 minutes. Retrieve fire from the field? Too far, not fast enough. Disregard. Attempt fire spell? Cannot sustain necessary duration. Disregard. Something... ANYTHING-

    “Can I do anything to help?”

    A voice cut through his thoughts. He turned, his eyes plunging everything about the speaker into his churning mind.

    Causative bystander: Superior build, strength possibly sufficient? Sword.... warrior? Irrelevant. Sword... tool. Lever! FORCE MULTIPLIER. PLAUSIBLE. PROCEED.

    "Get that blade under her!" Moone barked, his tone brokering no argument. "If the scabbard's rigid, pull the blade halfway out to maximize leverage." He rolled out of the way. "We need her on her side! HOP TO SOLDIER!"
     
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  17. Squamata

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    The ground shook. Squamata was aware of a presence looming over her, but the corners of her vision were starting to dim, and she couldn't move her head to see what was happening. She coughed, but the motion was weak, and it didn't make a difference. There was a sound from above, and the sides of her face grew warm, then hot, then searing. She tried to scream, but the bile filling her mouth and throat only bubbled. More fell down her airway as she tried to suck in a breath. Squamata trembled and trashed, horrified at how weak her movements were becoming. The scorching heat moving along her face was nothing beside the terror that brought.

    Squamata's coughings slowed as the seconds ticked by. She just couldn't summon the energy. The world slid in and out of focus as the darkness crept closer. Her arms twitched. She blinked, except once they closed her eyes didn't want to open up again, and who was she to make them? Her heart, which had been beating so frantically a half minute ago, slowed, its beats coming later and later and with less and less force behind them. The bile covering her face and dripping deep into her throat stopped bubbling.

    Squamata knew fear, but it was a hazy thing. She should get up, she should do something, but there was a pressure holding her down, and all she could do was lie still on the ground. I'm... dying. That wasn't so bad. She'd seen her friends die and had cut many down in the Midoran gang wars, had been trained since a young child taken from her family's home to deal out and accept death for the greater good, had accepted early on that one day, she would die. But... it wasn't supposed to be like this, was it? Not like this. She was... a warrior! She fought for her people, to save them from the invaders. She was supposed to die in battle, knowing she'd done her part. But this death, here in foreign lands, on hard grass instead of the soft mud and welcoming embrace of the swamps... it wasn't right.

    I won't die like this! I will go home, I will save my people, a hero! Not like this... not like this... She tried to surge up to her feet, but the sky was pressing down on her, and she wasn't strong enough to hold it up. It crushed her down and squeezed her until she had nothing left to give. It pressed her down and in, down and in, until the light from the sun had shrunk into a tiny pinprick of light, and she was falling deep into her self, into the ground, this foreign ground, so, so far away from home. Squamata fell, and the light was gone, and she was gone from it, and the land that wasn't hers took her into its embrace.
     
  18. Michael Scale

    Michael Scale Goron in disguise
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    Michael didn't have any better ideas so he decided to follow the Hylian’s instructions. He partially unsheathed his sword to about halfway. Then he moved so that he could use his thigh as leverage, rested the sword on his leg and tugged. He knew that his sword wasn't meant to be used like this and because it was loose halfway down the sheath, he was worried it might slip out. But as he rotated his makeshift lever it held together and the lizard woman began to roll onto her side. Mike wasn't exactly a weak person, but he didn't spend his days training how to lift people out of globs off goop while kneeling and trying not to puke. He felt different muscles working themselves. It was a strange feeling using his arm at this angle.

    As he widened the gap between the fallen women and the ground he tried to press his sword sheath further, keeping his other hand around it for stability. It's working. Michael didn't know how much getting the Lizalfos on her side would do, but at least the goop was breaking away. Man this stuff is strong. He thought as he simultaneously tried to catch his breath and breathe as little as possible. What was this guy thinking throwing this stuff at her? The Hylian seemed pretty smart at figuring how to get her out but this wasn't exactly a harmless prank. Though Michael knew more than a couple people back at Midoro who would love to get their hands on this gunk to do just that. There. That should do it. He admired his handiwork and awaited further instructions from the Hylian. He still didn't know the name of Lizalfos but he was pretty sure the Hylian was called Nathaniel. I'll have to ask what their names are after we get this whole mess figured out just to be safe.
     
  19. Moone

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    He pried her jaws open, and reached his fingers down her throat, pulling the meat from her maw one mangled chunk at a time. She wasn't breathing. He peered closely, with no regard to the bile's odor. Her airway was clear, but she was losing color. Her pulse was fading fast. Airway clear, Nathaniel grabbed the scabbard and slid it back up the blade to the hilt, letting her back lay flat on the soil. He took a deep breath, and forced it down her snout, then placed a hand over her heart.

    Anatomy Similar. Sympathetic Resuscitation. Low Chance. Proceed.

    He closed his eyes and reached deep within himself. He was no mage. He had the talent, but his power was stunted and shriveled. It had to be applied carefully, almost surgically, when he applied it at all. It was why he couldn't rely on it to fight.... but he could rely on it here. He stretched a tendril of magic down into her, from his own heart, down his arm and into hers.

    Proceed.

    He forced another breath down her snout, hoping it would work. It was a simple spell that mixed wind magic and spirit, but he couldn't keep it up for long. He didn't even know if it would work, he'd never tried it cross-species. All he could do was keep the connection as long as possible and hope that her system would take up his tempo, echo his pulse to bolster her failing heart.

    Proceed.

    Another breath down her snout. Sweat glittered on his skin as his veins glowed, the light surging in time with his heart.

    Proceed.

    His vision blurred. His breath grew ragged. "Wake up..." he choked. "Please... wake up..."

    Proceed.

    I don't want to be a murderer.
     
  20. Squamata

    Squamata Honorless Warrior
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    The pressure receded, and she hung in a darkness that no longer oppressed her. She saw nothing, not even herself, and had only the vague impression of slowly spinning end over end, unoriented and directionless. She felt nothing, not even her own fingers, and without heartbeat or breath or ground or sun it was impossible to tell how long she hung in that darkness. However long it was, the endless expanse was broken by a soft, shadowy form that dipped towards her. An owl? Squamata's thoughts sharpened and her attention focused on the thing swooping silently down through the darkness. It was an owl. For a second she thought it would crash into her, but it flew past her and beyond, leaving her behind. No! Squamata couldn't bear the thought of being alone in this darkness. She clung to the owl's passing- it was something, something tangible in this place of emptiness, and she would follow it to more somethings, and she would not be alone.

    She had a sense of motion. The darkness about her did not change, for it was emptiness, and she had no bodily sensations, but the owl had stopped growing smaller as its wings beat and it soared on. Somehow she was keeping pace with it. The owl flew this way and that, soared up and dove down, and Squamata followed, and as she did her mind continued to clear. Where was this place? Where was she? The darkness around the owl was slowly melting into shadows, lightening from a deep emptiness and revealing the dim outline of shapes in the distance. The owl was leading her out of the darkness, and Squamata knew that if the owl hadn't shown her the way, she might've spun alone in that vast emptiness forever without finding the path.

    Squamata followed the owl out of the darkness and into the dim place of shadows. She looked down at herself and saw not a scaly torso but a shifting cloud of smoke. She felt shock, then, somehow, unease. There was a profound sense of wrongness here, but what? My heart, she thought. I knew shock, but my heart did not beat, and there was no rush of adrenaline. My spirit is here, but my body... my body.... Her body lay on a grassy plain just outside the Rauru.

    The owl tucked its wings in and dove. Squamata, as shifting, formless smoke, curled down to follow it. Down. Yes, it was going down. It would be impossible to tell without the owl which way was up and which was down, for the dim outline of shapes was all around her, and though the smoke that was her curled and writhed, no tendrils escaped her. The owl gave her a sense of place. It dove for what seemed an eternity, Squamata trailing along behind it, before flaring its wings and pulling out. It flapped slowly, hovering in place, and Squamata came to a rest beside it.

    What? She had no mouth to vocalize her confusion, but the owl screeched as if in answer. Squamata turned her attention to the dim landscape around her and tried to gasp in wonder. The world had become no less bright, but the outline of shapes had collected into a familiar pattern- it was Midoro! Her home! The swamps stretched out below her, she was sure of it, the familiar long, swaying reeds and channels of water called to her, connected with her, the land of her people and her heart. She had fought for this place, lived for it and her people, and her last regret had been dying in an unfamiliar land without having served it or her kin. The owl had guided her home. She focused on the owl, wanting to thank it but not knowing how, but the owl was swooping low, moving in a long streak towards the impression of ground beneath.

    They leveled out a few feet above the reeds and flew parallel to the earth, Squamata glorying in the shadows of insects and animals and fish she moved by. It was a while before she noticed something strange in the distance, something that didn't match the dim shadows and shades of grey around her. Fire. Bright orange and red, it blazed in the marsh, not consuming any of the reeds surrounding it or even throwing sparks up into the dark sky, it simply burned on the ground, and though it didn't illuminate any of the dark shadows surrounding it it burned so brightly that Squamata flinched away from it. The owl flew down beside it and hooted softly, settling onto the ground and looking at Squamata with bright yellow eyes.

    The smoke that was Squamata's spirit floated closer. She knew this place where the fire burned. It was the site of her clutch, the place where her mother had lain her egg. This was her birthsite. Squamata barely remembered it, though she had been raised here. The Sept had stolen her away from her family when she was small and raised her in the gangs, and through the years of indoctrination and pain she had learned to push thoughts of her family to the darkness in the back of her mind. The fire blazed in the place of her home, her real home, where her journey had begun, and Squamata was drawn to it as a child to the warm embrace of its mother. The smoke of her spirit reached out as if curl around the fire, to be whole, but Squamata drew back. The fire was more than warmth- it was a burning force, and it meant more than she understood. Her journey didn't end here. She turned her attention to the owl waiting beside the fire. It led me here, she thought. From the empty darkness to this flame, it guided me here. Home. I wish I could say thank you. Whatever came next, she would find it in the fire. This was the next journey she would take. But she hesitated. Fire was life in the swamp, but when you burned a log it became smoke and drifted away on the winds. What would happen when the smoke itself was burned? What came next? She didn't know.

    Squamata gathered her courage and pressed herself into the flame.

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    On the grassy plain just outside Rauru, Squamata's body lay still beside Moone and Michael. There was no breath, and there was no heartbeat. Moone's fingers successfully cleared her airway, and though some air leaked out when the Hylian tried to give her his breath, some did enter her lungs. His magic threaded through her body and touched her dormant heart, and with a jolt of magic, contracted it. Blood surged through her arteries, then fell still as the heart ceased its beat. Another surge of magic contracted it again, and the oxygenated blood from the lungs entered the heart and was passed through to the body when Moone's magic stimulated another beat. Then another. And another. Each time the magic jolted the heart, the heart sent blood out into the arteries, then fell still until the next jolt of magic shocked it into beating again. Then, when it seemed the magic was dwindling, when it seemed there would soon be nothing left to shock her heart into beating and it would be allowed to lie still until it grew cold and lifeless, her heart took up the beat. Blood flowed of her own accord, and Squamata gasped as her body seized for air. She coughed weakly, trying to expel what was left of the bile covering her throat and airway, and inhaled a glorious breath of air.

    Her heart had stopped, her breath had stopped, but she was alive again. Her eyes fluttered open, though her gaze was dazed and confused. She groaned, then turned and heaved the rest of the bile out of her system. Coughing, she lay back down, gasping weakly. She had no strength left, and consciousness was already fading from her, though her heartbeat and breath continued. "I..." she said, her eyes drifting shut. "I... what? I passed... I...." Her head lolled to the side, and she fell into a dreamless sleep.
     
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