OOC: Hey hey DE! You'll just havta read what's happened, I know I can't remember everything. :D
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OOC: Ahh, ok then. Here i go:
IC: Slogann heard a brief ruffle of bushes in front a of him as he sprinted through the woods. Leaves rustled behind him, as the tiring Sly ran unsteadily through the rough forest ground. A hole left through a bush's beamed a thin stream of light through it. 'That's where Jaws went,' Slogann grinned happily. He was nearly there, when he felt a sharp pain run through his legs. He let out a loud yelp, tripping and flying through the bushes. "Slogann!" Sly screamed, quickening his pace and ignoring his heavy breathing. He pushed through the bushes Slogann flew through. He laid there, panting heavily and groaning in pain. "I think-I think I heard something snap," Slogann lifted his head to his legs. Sly knelt down to a stop, and frantically looked over Slogann's legs. They were bent in a slight arch. There was something poking out of his red thin fur. He sure did break something. But how? Running too much? Tripped over a tree root? He didn't care of that right now, but worried of Slogann's slowly deterriating condition. Sly darted his head up, staring at a Mudokon and a Slig staring at them. Jaws, he saw, was in the Slig's arms. Sly's eyes squinted low in to a narrow strip of red-orange eyes. "What are you lookin' at!? I need help! NOW!" Sly screamed, tears beginning to stream down his black mask. The two flinched at his outraged shout. Slogann laid his head back on the dead, crunchy leaves, panting heavily. The pain was excrutiating, too painful to even cry. Only tears formed in his violet-red eyes. He heard a quick bark of Jaws, and snapped his head up with his ears perked up. He saw the Slog in his master's arms. "Jaws! You made it!" Slogann smiled a little, then rested his head back down slowly. His eyes were wide open, but his world was darkening, all in to a inky-black shroud in his still eyes... |
Slugger stared from this new Slig to the huge Slog lying on the ground which Jaws seemed to know. Slugger glanced to Cheddar,
"Can't you do something? I mean I got a field kit but that can only help so much..." Slugger put down Jaws and crouched next to the bigger Slog. Jaws whimpered and nudged Slogann. Hurry up Slug He whined, Slugger rumaged around in his field kit for some first aid supplies, finally he brought out some bandages, needle and thread and a coil of heavy-duty wire. "Okay, this is going to hurt, but I'll try and be quick." the Slig took the big Slog's leg in his hands and with a quick wrench moved the bone back into place. He quickly threaded the needle and sewed the wound together as best he could, then wrapped it in bandages and wound some of the wire around the injured Slog's leg. He stood up and brusjed off his hands. "It's the best I can do with what I got, just try not to let him put too much weight on it." he told this new Slig. |
Sly looked at the Slig that had managed to wrap Slogann's leg with teary, relieved eyes.
"T-thank you..." Sly said with much hesitation. He was really like a Slig. He had a hard time showing gratitude to others that helped him. They both stood up, their eyes meeting another. Jaws kept at Slogann's side. Slogann was in some state of unconsciousness, but he moaned to Jaw's barks. Sly kept slient, same did the Slig. He kept as still as a statue, only his breathing moving him. The silence couldn't continue on. "My name's Sly," Sly nodded to the Slig. He bowed his head down slightly, keeping his eyes locked on the Slig. |
Cheddar examined the new slig as Slugger treated his slog. Much as he didn't like admitting it, there wasn't much he could do in the healing line of things without the right herbs and such, and he'd watched the sligs burn his tent the day before, billowing thick, black heady-scented smoke from the dry plants inside.
It had been a hard moment for Cheddar, to watch all his belongings, his plants and potions, trinkets and symbols, his books, his clothes, his other masks and staffes all go up in smoke. And after already examining Slugger so closely he felt drained inside, not physically, but spiritually. He had been rather idol the last few years, apart from the odd wound to heal, meeting to attend or festival or ceremony to present. However, seeing tears welling in the sligs eyes was enough for him. That certainly was a sign that he had been free for at least some of his life, so all emotion hadn't been beaten out of him. He was about to speak when a rumble of thunder made him aware of the rain now pouring heavily. Cheddar: "We need to find some shelter if we can, the storm is really beggining now." He turns to Sly, "I would like to have a few words with you soon, but we must get some cover first, would you agree to staying with us mudokons for some of the storm at least, there are more on the way I hope and we had some sligs in the village you might care to talk with, one of them we know survived." |
ooc: Long time no posting, I went to a holiday resort for a week but forgot to tell any of you here so, bear with me for this post. Also could someone please answer my question, are Sly, Slugger, Cheddar and Berdon and the slogs at the hollow or somewhere else, because I can't move Laskar and his little group until I know whether anybody's at the hollow.
IC: Hadda continued on the route, coming across a few criss-crossing prints of Slig and Slog, before hearing some Slig conversation up ahead. He readied his spear, and peeked out from behind some bushes to see Sly and his slog, which was being patched up by another Slig. There was another Slog as well, and, it seemed that Cheddar was observing the Slig stitching up the Slog. "Weird. What is going on here?" Hadda thought to himself. He knew he couldn't take on the Sligs if they turned violent, after all, he was no warrior. So he watched and waited, trying to see what was happening between the Sligs and Cheddar. |
Good to see you at last! I was beggining to think your computer had blown up of something.
Anyway, yeah, they're all at the hollow (so is Albert, for that matter, and he's feeling all forgotten thanks to you!:p) |
OOC: Better reply, this place's getting quiet...
------------------------------- Berdon looked up from his tomahawk, nearly dozing off. Sometimes he could spend hours examining his tomahawk, looking for faults or cracks. It was like a friend for him. But it was raining slightly now, which distracted him. "The trees might provide some cover..." he thought. He stood up and went to the trees, and lent to one of them. He still had a good sight of the clearing with the hollow. |
ooc: Thanks Splat. And sorry about Albert, I'll send him some chocolates to try make him feel better lol. Oh and I notice your addition to your sig, heh, ta for the mention. Also I can exclusively confirm that my fic will be updated in the next couple of days, chapter 10 of Freedom Fighters is on it's way!
IC: Laskar paused on the edge of the clearing to the hollow, just as Berdon sugested to a rather large, mismatched group of Sligs, Mudokons and a couple of Slogs that they move into the forest for shelter. Laskar was usually a rather rational Slig. He did things carefully rather than noisily. But in this case he couldn't be sure whether Cheddar, Albert and Berdon had been captured or whether they were all on the same side, as he recognized none of the Sligs. So he decided to just work out what was happening, subtle or not. And after all, he had a gun. Laskar burst through the trees, firing his gun in the air loudly to try and get attention, he then addressed Cheddar. "Now, I don't get what two Sligs would be doing wandering with you, Berdo nand Albert, so I ask. What's goin' on here?" He hoped that Mordred and Abhay had stayed in the cover. After all, if the three natives had been captured, then he migth be too, and Mordred and Abhay getting caught would do no good. ~~~~~~ Hadda had been watching the group still ,and he grinned inwardly as he saw Laskar burst through the trees, firing his gun and yelling blue murder. 'At least he's alive, and he seems back to his old tactful self.' He thought, smirking again. Maybe now he'd understand the situation. |
ooc: Callooh, Callay! Oh Frabjous day, Of Munch's Master and things!
There ya go, bit of classic English literature! Albert, taken completely by surprise, spun round with an arrow loaded into his bow and it pointing directly at Laskar's mask in under a second of him bursting into the clearing. Realising he was a fingernail away from killing Laskar he was not impressed. Albert: "What are you doing you idiot? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Cheddar was eaqually taken by surprise but recognising Laskar he was a little quicker to calm down. Cheddar: "Calm down, Laskar, these two sligs have left the industrials and want to join us. One-" he gestures to Slugger, "Shot his superior and decided to join us. The other I haven't relly spoken to but he certainly doesn't have the industrial mercilessness which I'm sure you remember well." He turns to Slugger and Sly. "This is LAskar, he's been a member of our tribe for several years and I'm sure will help you get the hang of this life once we get something sorted out." Then he adresses the group. "I think, for the time being, Berdon is right, the best shelter we can get is the trees, we don't have enough equipment or resources for anything more water-tight, so I hope you don't mind getting wet. We'll pull together the best shelter we can from the undergrowth, but if you have anything to keep dry, if your pants aren't particularly water-resistant," He motions towards the three sligs with his staff, "Then I suggest you shelter them somewhere. better to crawl on your bellies for a storm than for a season." (100 days, though as that's the native calander, Slugger and Sly might not understand that fully) Albert moves over to Laskar. "It's good to see you're alive, though it might not have been necessary to scare the life out of me. Did you find... anyone... or anything... at the village? There are some things I'd like to here news of, and some people." |
Abhay moved smoothly out from behind the trees once he saw it was all safe, and said hesitantly, "Uh, hey guys!"
Albert: "It's good to see you're alive, though it might not have been necessary to scare the life out of me. Did you find... anyone... or anything... at the village? There are some things I'd like to here news of, and some people." Abhay spoke up, "Well, I saw something; on my way to... well, what's LEFT of the village, I came across a small industrial camp, I wasn't able to discover the exact numbers, but there's at least three of them. There was a big bro slig and two others, one of whom I think, judging from his manner and what he was wearing, is the commander Mento Veldrac. One was on the lookout, though, so I thought it too risky to try finding out more..." his voice drifted off. |
Laskar grinned at Albert and Cheddar.
"Eheh, yeah. I guess I forgot I had the mask on. Dunno how, it hurts like a... No, I won't finish that. and my bad about the gun, I still have a normal Slig's thought process at times. And as for shelter, I got my tent, but it's a bit tattered after te trek back, may need some patching. Oh yeah, and, we found Mordred, but I'm not sure where he is, damn scouts too good at hiding." He walked over to Slugger. "Shot your superior eh? Cool, where'd you work?" ~~~~~~ Hadda, seeing that everything was OK, other than Laskar scaring Albert and Cheddar out of their wits, decided to reveal himself, but more sensibly. He slowly walked out from the bushes, but, before coming fully into view, called "Hey guys. It's Hadda, er, don't shoot me or anythnig please." he wandered out slowly. |
Slugger blinked at Laskar.
"I worked in the factory," he waved a hand vaguely, "Back there." He didnt elaborate. He really wasn't in the mood to discuss his rather unplesant pass. He didn't think shooting his superior had been especially 'cool' either, but regardless there was no reason to be uncivil. Slugger remembered what Cheddar had said about Slig pants rusting up. He diffinitly didn't want to be crawling on his belly for more then a day, he didn't know how long a season was but it didn't sound exactly short... Slugger wiggled his way out of his pants and pressed the compression level and the Slig pants folded in on themseleves to practically nothing. Jaws whined and sat by his master, he wished he was bigger. The other Slogs could carry their masters when the situation call for it, but Jaws was just too runty. A rain drop splashed onto the Slog's nose, Jaws sneezed and shook his head, waiting for the steadily growing group to move. |
General z-3 wlaked out of his office and looked around then walked down the hallway
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Altight, sorry Sligco, but that breaks a few of the RPG rules. First, I said at the start we aren't doing anything inside the factory at all yet, at the moment it's all taking place in the forest with the slig squads and the tribe.
I also said try not to run off by yourself and right now your character is all on his own, no other character is in the factory. Plus as a genreal RPG rule here, no one-liners. Really, even if we had started with the factory, your post would bear no relevance what so ever. If you're going to post here make the events more interesting than walking out of a door and down a corridor. Make something happen! |
ooc: Whoopsie, I called Laskar Arthur! I keep getting the too muddled up, so Diablo, could you change his name to Laskar, cause I might get the two RP's confused.
IC: Laskar(ooc:Yay, getting it right) nodded, and then said "D'you mean the one that attacked this village, cause I used to work there too, months ago now. I never saw you but.." He remained in his pants to start unfolding the ten and, with Hadda's help, began setting it up. He turned to the others "Uhh, we could do with some help here, like patching up the holes in the tent, whatever really." |
Slogann snorted from a raindrop entering his nasal passage. He moved his neck up to the group of Mudokons and Sligs.
"Guys? It's raining. You think we can get to some cover, like, NOW, please?" Slogann said. Sly looked to the Slog, then back to the group. The Mudokons nodded, and so did Slugger. "Right. C'mon, Slogann. I'm carryin' you," he walked over to Slogann. "Oh, no. I ain't a pup. I don't need to be carried," Slogann scrambled to his feet, but then plopped down from his weak legs. Sly chuckled, then lifted up him. "Tryin' to be the hard-core fighter, huh? Not today, boy," he said to his eyes. Slogann snorted, but didn't writh out of his arms. He turned back to the group. "Well. If you guys wanna get wet, I ain't with you. I'm goin' to find shelter," Sly walked passed Slugger, giving him a respectful nod, then continuing. |
Hey, would it be alright if I joined? If its no trouble then heres my first character:
1: Name: Talon Age: 19 earth years Race: Native Mudakon Gender: Male Job: Hunter/Raider Appearance: Typical green colour, red orb replacing left eye purple feathers in a ring around his head with a white and purple striped feather crested on his forehead, fairly tall. Equipment: Spoocebow fashioned to look like lightning blots converging at red center gem, loincloth, quiver of wooden arrows, (as backup when out of spooce) small bracer made from scrap metal. Bio: From a young age Talon had talent with the spoocebow, and eventually found he also had skill as a hunter. When the factory started stealing his game he became a raider and participated in frequent raids. As a result he stole some scrap metal and leather, and with fashioned himself a bracer. It saved him many times but once a bullet found its mark, his left eye. Determined to get revenge he stole a replacement eye used for sligs. As it was not made for him it was uncomfortable at first but he got used to it. It improved his hunting skills as it had a targeting device built into it, making him a brillliant shot with the spoocebow. Geez, that was longer than I expected. I'll wait for your confirmation before addin a second character. |
ooc: Sorry,this has gone no where in the last week.
Anyway, Kaizer, your bio looks pretty good, do you have any experience RPing elsewhere? If so, great, you can join. Otherwise it would be good if you got some experience first. Gah, I was gonna post now but I don't have time. Happy rememberance day Folks. |
On another site that was unfortunately hacked I RPed very often, and I kind of have "mentor" so yes I have experience. Thanks, I'll post my other character tomorrow because I would probably make a miserable job tonight because it is late.
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As the rain started falling heavier Cheddar thought it was time to get things moving.
Cheddar: "Alright, lets get moving to where the trees are thicker. We're likely to still get wet but at least not as wet. Once we find somewhere a bit drier we can see about fixing the tent. Then when it stops those of you who can hunt can try and find enough food for us all." He pointed his staff at the bushes under a thicker part of the trees and anyone watching closely might have sworrn they'd reshuffled themselves about a bit to make a very thin passage through. "If our shelter's better hidden it'll be harder for the industrialists to track us down. We're lucky that none came to see what caused my signal, but that doesn't mean they didn't see it. hey may be waiting for the storm to pass, or to use it as cover. We mustn't underestimate our hunters." So saying, he stepped down the narrow path he'd created and waited for the others to follow. Albert headed after him with a brief smile at Hadda. |
Seeing that everything was safe and the group was about to leave, Mordred stepped out from behind a pair of trees Albert was standing near at.
"Yes, I guess it's better if we'd get going. There's a lot of slig activity around the place. We can't be too carefull." |
This is later than I expected but oh well, here ya go:
Bio #2: Name: Trigger Age: 24 earth years Race: Rebel Slig Gender: Male Job: Spy Appearance: Trigger looks like most sligs do, save for a few details: A more orange tinge to his eyes, often missed because it is hard to spot at short glance. Darker skin, another detail that is hard to spot on him. Easier to spot is that his robotic pants have a vine of ivy coiled around each leg, a symbol of his alliance to mudakons. He often comes up with exuses for this so he can stay as a spy. Equipment: Assault Rifle, Mech Pants, Mask Bio: Trigger despised the other sligs who tortured mudakons abd once after seeing a rather brutal 'time-out' he went ballistic and shot three sligs. He hid in the forest where he found the mudakons. He attempted to help them and eventually his body began to change, although very slowly. His eyes brightened to an orangey red and his skin took on a darker tone. A vine of ivy coiled around each of his legs symbolised his alliance withe the tribe. He snuck back in on a raid and acted as if he had never left... It worked and he spied from the factory since then. He reports when the raids happen so his information can be taken back to the tribeby a mudakon, so as not to raise suspicion. I'll start posting now. Thanks again Splat! |
ooc: You might as well post if you're ready Kaizer, no one else is. Looks like we've ground to a halt.
Anyone else feel free to post, you don't have to say anything exciting, we just need to get things moving! |
OOC: OK
IC: Trigger had been sent out with the rest of the sligs, to take out the mudakons. This would have meant killing members of his own tribe. He managed to find his good friend Talon, who pretended to knock him out and take him prisoner. It worked and he stayed hidden, firing off the odd burst at sligs to keep himself alive. All to soon the battle was over, with him unconcious and thought dead. Talon had managed to keep a good sniping position most of the battle. That is, until he had to trick the enemy into thinking he had knocked Trigger unconcious and taken him prisoner. Shortly after he had to take refuge in his sniping position again, as the village fell. He passed out shortly after. |
Sly looked over his shoulder, then grinned back up front under his shower of bristles.
"Knew they'd follow..." Sly said. "Fine, whatever! Jist, get us outta the rain!" Slogann barked. He pushed through the denser brush and trees, until he stopped abruptly at opening a thick brush. His eyes glinted widely, not even blinking at the thing in front of him. "Uh, guys?" Sly called loudly back. "I think you'd better come see this!" he shouted, then looked back. It was a basement camp, destroyed and caught on fire. Dead bodies of Sligs laid tattered and bloody on the ground. It was an assault, of something. "Couldn't've been Sligs! Sligs on sligs don't make sense!" Slogann blinked up to Sly. He grumbled thoughtfully, darting his eyes quickly to other parts of the smoking camp. "Why didn't we see the smoke, first of all?" Sly demanded to himself. "The trees are pretty thick to see through," Slogann snapped back up. High-pitched trills of squeals filled the air. Sly jumped away, listening intently. "I know those kind of barks," Slogann perked an ear up. The trill squawked in the air again, and both of them looked at each other. "Gloktigi," the both said in fearful unison. Uproars of grumbly voices filled the air. It was traveling away from the camp. "Trained Gloktigi," the both said again. The voices trailed off deeper in to the forest. "This is bad. Really bad," Slogann whined. "I know. We should go tell the others," Sly said. He turned around, and scrambled through the rough forest ground again. "Guys! GUYS! STOP!" Sly shouted. "There's something wrong up ahead!" |
ooc: Look who's back! Sorry I've been gone so long, but this RP's kidna died, so I think it needs a boost back up.
IC: Laskar swivelled round at Sly's call, grabbing Hadda's arm at the same time. He gestured for Hadda to go back to where Sly and Slogann where, then he tapped Cheddar's shoulder. "Cheddar, Sly says there's something up here. Dunno what, but he seemed pretty freaked out. We better get back to him, splittin' the group's a bad idea." Hadda jogged back to Sly and Slogann, lookig at htem. "What's the matter guys?" |
Sly panted to Hadda's inquiry.
"G-Gloktigi's. And Wolvarks...Invaded a camp. I heard them further out in the forest," Sly huffed. "And if we're to escape, I suggest ter go the other way," Slogann remarked. |
OOC: Hmmm, I've been having trouble thinking what to post, but I'll give it a shot now. ;)
IC: Abhay had followed a short distance behind Sly and Slogann (and whoever else went that way, I got confused :confused: ) and stopped when he heard Sly's screaming, then as Sly answered Hadda's question his eyes widened in surprise. "Gloktigi? What... where... how did they get here?" "And if we're to escape, I suggest ter go the other way," Slogann remarked. "Agreed!" Abhay exclaimed, "Let's get out of here!" He turned and started running back to where Cheddar was. "Did you hear that?" he asked Cheddar, "Sly says there's Gloktigi up that way... don't ask me what they're doing out here, but I'm not particularly keen on meeting up with them." |
Hadda began panicking. 'Gloktigi? But, surely they're only deep in industrial cities, like whereever Maggie is?' He htought.
'Wait, stay calm. staywith the others goups are safer than splitting up. His mind was conflicting with itself, causing hi mto get mroe and more agitated and grip his spear tightly. Laskar swivelled as Abhay gabbled out to Cheddar about Gloktigi being near. 'Oh crap. We can't let anyone panic, sparation's the last thing we need.'. Laskar levelled his rifle, moving from an on guard but relaxed positino to comabt stance in an instant. He switched his visor on from normal to thermal vision, and inbetween the reddy-orange mass of his companions and the dark blue of the surroundi area, he could see faintly greeny-yellow shapes moving about distantly. The Gloktigi were a fair way off yet, but they'd find them sooner or later. The rain was probably why they had not yet been attacked, the water washing away scents. He pumped his shotgun, loading it fully, and muttered quietly to Abhay and Mordred "There's about 5 of 'em, on our left, searching. They're a fair way off yet, but prob'ly will find us. Whaddaya think we should do?" He told them as, being scouts, they would hopefully have some idea of how to act, or at least already knew where the creatures were and could take evasive action. It was now that Laskar wished he'd done the stealth classes that had been available for Sligs wishing to go into Mudokon Capture Services. |
Slugger, back in pants (willing to risk them rusting with Gloktigi about), wiped the rain from his visor and loads his shotgun with a sharp click.
This is not my day... He thought morbidly. "Five?" he said to Laskar, "That's not usual...normally they go in ones or twos, never more then three...they argue too much...We should move, if the factory are employing Gloks to eliminate us then they won't give up until we're all dead. We need somewhere high up, they can't climb to well, and they're very sensitive to sacred ground, it screws up their sensors." Slugger looked at Cheddar, "You Mudokons are at least safe if you can get to a temple or something." He turns towards Laskar, he grins, "And we can blast those freaks into the next life if you're up for it." |
ooc: Wow, I thought the RPG was dead, thankyou guys!
THis is where my ignorance of Stranger's Wrath becomes a problem. Cheddar considered Slugger's comment about the industrials hiring them. Then when he mentioned the temple, Cheddar: "So close to industrial grounds, we never built any temples nearby. About 50 miles away theres a larger settlement that had some we used to visit before Ghermin moved in. The only structures we had was the village and not much of that would have stood up to gloktigi." He had never met the creatures himself, but he new what they could do. "There's not much I can do to defend or hide us. I've drained myself, I need to meditate. And all the things that would be useful were lost in the attack. If they haven't spotted us yet, we need to find somewhere to hide. Something within 5 miles... Niamae, do you know anywhere? Where did you stay when you weren't with the village? If there's a cave or something we can all fit into it will be easier for me to hide it than if we stay in the open." Albert: "If we're going to fight them then as many of us as possible should help. Not just the sligs." Cheddar: "Fighting will be a last resort until we can get a vantage point. Out here, we won't stand a huge chance." |
Sly listened to the squawks of the distant Gloktigi, but also heard grumbly voices of some other creature.
"They're not alone!" Sly shouted back. Whistles of the factory further back blew a thick smog in the air from the stacks. "The only sanctuary we have here is the factory, guys. I don't think the Mudokons'll be safe with all the industrials, but atleast we'll have some fortification," Slogann said as well. |
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I don't have time to post any IC stuff right now, but I'll hopefully do it in the not-too-distant future. |
ooc: Thank you for wikipedia!
Cheddar was not pleased with this suggestion. Cheddar: "No! I would rather see my people dead than as slaves! We will not be going to the factory. You may chose to return there if you wish, but I hope none of us will be cowardly enough to follow. The danger there is no greater or less than what hunts us now." |
ooc: I've never playe SW, so I'm hoping Dark Elite can help us along with htis. I know roughly what they look like, but htat's all, hence saying 5 when they aren't usually in that big a number. Oh and, aren't these Gloktigi random characters? But that can be excused for the sake of the story right?
IC: Laskar grinned at Sly despite the situation, and then spoek to Cheddar, and anyone who cared to listen. "We might as well get to this big village you said about. If there's anyone there we can get 'elp, and if not, then hopefully any other living natives will head that way. We have numbers, me an' Sly have guns, a few of these guys have spears an' stuff. And you have some shaman powers right? So if we need, we can hold 'em off." Hadda was wanting to get moving, what with Gloktigi and some other things, according to Sly, seeming to be heading their way. He considered voicing that they just run, but thought better of it. Laskar, Cheddar, Sly and the scouts were used to this sort of stuff more thaan he was (At least he hoped they were), o they'd know what to do. (Again, he only hoped so.) |
OOC: Bleh... I've completely lost the touch to this RP :-S Can someone plz make a small post of what's happened so far?? i tried reading it through but it doesn't make sence to me... And can someone gimme a suggestion in how to get my Char back into the story again?
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ooc: Well, the whole group have just met up, Sly's Slog has been bandaged up (I think it was Sly's, might have been slugger's). They were heading for cover, as it was raining, but then Sly noticed Gloktigi traces, and Laskar picked up teir location with his visor. There's 5 of them, and other things, as Sly soon notices. Now everybody's trying to decide whether to head for the old settlement, try and hide, send the scouts to find out exactly where te other things are coming from, or to just attempt to fight them off. Which is your character again T', I've gotten confused between the characters.
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OOC: T's character is Niamae. I think... yes it is. So just to help out a little, Cheddar asked him a question:
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