Trials of the Tribe

[Splat]

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.

[big bro boogie]

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."

[Kaizer]

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!

[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!

[Kaizer]

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.

[Dark Elite_H2]

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!"

[Munch's Master]

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?"

[Dark Elite_H2]

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.

[Gretin]

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 ) 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."

[Munch's Master]

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.

[LoboDiabloLoneWolf]

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."

[Splat]

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."

[Dark Elite_H2]

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.

[Gretin]

OOC:

THis is where my ignorance of Stranger's Wrath becomes a problem.

Yeah, I know, I haven't played it either. I guess us two will just have to work with what we gather from the rest.
I don't have time to post any IC stuff right now, but I'll hopefully do it in the not-too-distant future.

[Splat]

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."

[Munch's Master]

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.)

[T-nex]

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?

[Munch's Master]

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.

[big bro boogie]

OOC: T's character is Niamae. I think... yes it is. So just to help out a little, Cheddar asked him a question:

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."

I can't think of anything to post right now so... I'll post later.

[Dark Elite_H2]

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?

Eww...yer right. I 'pologize...

[Kaizer]

OOC: Really sorry, I have been on holiday but I plan to make up for it.

IC: Trigger slowly trudged along the path, followed closely by his friend Talon. Both had met up and were now trying to track what was possibly the last of the tribe. Against the rain, however, they were finding it very difficult to.
"Reckon there even are any left?" Trigger asked over his shoulder.
"They have to be! We couldn't be the-!" Talon began, but stopped as he heard voices.
"You hear that?" he asked quietly. "Yes" came Triggers reply.
"They are still alive!" Talon said. "Hey!" he yelled, "hey! can you hear me!?"
Without waiting for an answer Talon tore through the trees and Trigger soon followed. "Heeey!" Talon called again, before tripping and bursting through the trees to fall face first on the ground. Trigger soon followed, slightly more elegantly. He burst through with his gun in his hand.
Talon jumped up and his cybernetic eye caught activity off to the side of the path. "Gloktigi?" he gasped.

[Dark Elite_H2]

The screeches of the Gloktigi became louder with every heartbeat. Sly kept looking back to the smoldering camp whence caught by the Wolvarks and Gloktigi. Sly constantly also looked back to the factory, its stacks spewing a thick black smog. He looked back to the group of Mudokons bickering of theri situation.
"Guys! I know the factory ain't the greatest place for Mudokons like you, but we'd be much safer than aitting outside, and picking our noses, until the Gloktigi find us and gives us to the Fuzzles!" Sly said. Slogann's ears flattened against his neck, glancing quickly to Slugger and Jaws. Sly blinked at the group for moments, noticing no one would agree furthermore.
"Fine..." he mumbled. "I'll...go on by myself," he began to trot in to the forest.
"Sly!" Slogann whined, but he didn't bother to look back. Slogann stopped his racing after him, frowning sadly. He looked back to the Mudokons, then Slugger, then back to Sly.

[Splat]

oooc: They're not random characters as long as they don't appear on stage as it were. If they arrive than someone will have to take control of at least one of them (the leader).


Cheddar: The industrials attacked us to kill us, I doubt they're interested in taking prisoners. In any case, we thought for our freedom from the day they arrived and I don't intend to give up now." He turns to Laskar: "It'll be many days walk to the other village. And from the beggining the council of the village chose to remain here and risk our fait. We chose not to give up our land, the land of our ancestors and our decendants for any danger. Until we establish a new council this ruling cannot be removed: we will remain here until we have no other choice. Laskar, can you still see them? Can you judge how far away they are?"

[Oddish]

Des felt the breeze while ermeging from the dusty old shack. It was good feeling to be out, but it was a shocking suprise at the same time. Des knew something bad has happend, the whole village appeared diserted with no any living acitivity. He walked futher out feeling the droplets hitting on his skull, it was windy enought for the water droplets to be wooshed around along with the dust.

"My Odd..." Des thought while looking around. He looked at the grey skies and then back down "... so silent, why?" he continued to think. "I think I know... " He wounderd.

Des didn't know where to look, he knew the tribe were gone and could of been tooken by the brutal industrial forces. He felt lucky, but worried for the others. Des believed in his knowlegde, that the industrials wernt very smart. With confidence and hope, Des went on foot to explore the rest of village.

[Dark Elite_H2]

Slogann perked an ear up to the direction where the Gloktigi squawks came from.
"From what I can hear guys, they're probably..." he felt silent, calculating the distance in his overwhelming mind.
"...a mile away from our position. That's kind-a close to me," he nodded, then turned to Cheddar. "If you have any ideas to save us, Mudokon, then I'm all ears," Slogann nodded.

[Kaizer]

"Sooooo" Trigger whispered, "what do we do now? If there are Gloktigi then the tribe could have easily been taken out." Talon stopped and his eye zipped around, looking for signs of mudakon activity. "No, I don't think so" he said finally as he started to trek along the path. "Thermals pick anything up?" Trigger asked. "Yeah, theres a group of them up ahead, mudakon, slig, slog?" he said, eyebrows raising at the last species identified. "Slogs? Don't they eat mudakons?" Trigger asked cautiously. "Yeah, but they could be captured and need rescuing" Talon replied, and he began sneaking along the path, staying just out of sight of the sligs and mudakons.

[Splat]

Albert: "Isn't there anything we could do, like set a trap? If we all hide, and set up some ropes or something, and then they wander in looking for us and we trap them and kill them while they're trying to work out what's going on? We've got a few minutes, it still takes a while to walk a mile and this place isn't exactly the easiest terrain. We might be able to find some vines, get them hidden and set it all up..." He paused, "I don't... really know much about Gloktigi... Do you think it could work?"


ooc: Neither do I infact, so feel free to answer, anyone.

[Oddish]

OOC: Are you sure want to hear spoliers? Gloktigi do have some powers and such.

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Des felt the rain coming down, he decided to hide in a near by hut where it's dry.

"Theres no one here aswell" He said to himself after entering the room. He stared around seesing unfinnished bowls of oats. Des looked at the floor and saw something glittery, it looked vauble. It was a bracelet which caught Des's eye, he picked it up and investigated it.
"I think I know who's this is..." wisperd "... it belongs to Hadda's " He beleived. Des put the bracelet in one of his pockets for safe keeping.

He forced himself to explore the hut, atleast until the rain calmed down. As Des's feathered poiny tail became less wet, water leaked from the roof.

[Munch's Master]

ooc: Yes, gve us spoilers if it'll help the RP. Well, that is if nobody else objects? Oh yeah, and Happy 2006 everybody!! (Forgot to say so in W@RF)

IC:
Laskar was getting short tempered "Look, we can't just stand round here til they catch us! I'd go with Albert's plan, if it'll work. The Gloktigi are slowly closin' in, once they get our trail they'll be off like rockets after us. Anybody know how ter set a trap fer a Gloktigi?"
Hadda was getting worried. The only thing he had to defend himself was a spear, which probably wouldn't be much use, and they weren't doing anything despite the closing threat. 'Oh, why can't they just decide on somethnig to do!!!' he thought to himself.

[Dark Elite_H2]

"I've dealt with these beasts before. Ambushing them is a slight advantage to do, but remember; there are 'varks with them as well. Double the strength, and double the hurt," Slogann reminded, looking back quickly to the direction of where Sly took off.
"And we'll need all the help we can get,"
Sly continued to trek through the sopped leaved and grass dampened by the steady rain. He climbed up a slippery slope, and he was closer to the factory.
"Well...atleast I know I'll be safe..." Sly mumbled to himself. He heard a shuffle of leaves nearby, right next to him. He snapped his head to his side, and stared widely with red-orange glowing eyes. He saw a Slig, holding down a pair of thermal binoculars, staring at him as well. He felt the need to reach for his rifle, but it was a Slig. What harm could come to him? (It's Trigger, BTW)
"Who are you?" Sly asked calmly.