OOC: Even if I don't get my aforementioned crocodiles, at some point are we going to find out what's going on planetside?
OOC: When was the last planetside post even? Then I could attempt to relief our RP Queen and help there again a bit!
OOC: next question (since I am not sure): Who is going to the other tribe? Just your guy alone or the whole wave serpent?
((OoC: anytime you want to show up and try to kill Kholivaz Uriel, I'm ready to reply in an hour or so.
<Desek> Having hobbled his way back to the reforged Chamber's of Isha at some stage during the cycle after having delivered a depressingly great many number of soul stones to the Infinity Circuit the Warlock found himself listening to the ravings of a mad man. A sense of frustration boiled up in the Iyandenite and he made off after Trykasil hoping to stop a whole new war from breaking out. The last thing they needed was a fight breaking out between their loyal corsairs and the rest of the crew. Their venerable Farseer had saved him from the miserable depths of hatred and anger and it seemed he would be repaying the favor elsewhere far sooner than he imagined.
<Farseer Aranethyr> The man nodded to Desek. (OOC: Either of your characters is better suited for this.)
(OOC: Also, sorry. Been dealing with stuff IRL. I've meaning to resume the deployment but my precious free time has been... Interrupted. Nino's fault!) <Architect> Planetside, a slow rustle of leaves guided by soft breeze guided the Avenger's feet to the fire. He used earth to suffocate it and turned to the warriors. Following Liriasol's tactics, the man began to babble a few notes to let the warhost know it was an ally. At first he did not know what to sing, then he remembered one of Minnaloushe's songs - "Source Field" by Born of Asuryan. He went melodic... "Awaken, awaken Into greatness Not afraid to be in this space" The lights of the Intemperate Serpent neared, escorted by the four Anamnialocii Guardians.
<Chambers of Isha> Trykasil wanted to slap Rharijem across the face who blocked the hit with his arm. Through the enhanced armor of Trykasil and Rharijem being bare, at least one bone fractured of the lower arm. He bit his lips to keep the pain within his mind, grasping the arm and punching Trykasil like a reflex against the face. Though being not well trained he made a novice mistake, breaking his own thumb with the force send against the helmet that was easily reflected. Rharijem let the pain out of his lungs and screamed, falling back on his bed and looking at his hand as the thumb pulsated with the blood as it started to swell. "Are you not seeing what you are doing?!" He demanded to know to the armored Guardian who held a Shuriken Pistol now against the head of the Aspect Warrior. The Mymearan widened his eyes in fear, breathing hard, his heart beating insanely fast as Adrenaline shot through his body. Frozen in place, his mind screaming toward the Psykers only one emotion. HELP!
