@BadDo9 @ItsTime @Jorimel Alo saw the defiance in Talis' eyes. His smirk widened into a grin. He moved closer to him, hand resting at the hilt of his sword. "You can relax, as Artarsi said, we are here for a reason. What would be your purpose here, I wonder?" Alo looked at the exodites sword then back into his eyes. "Unless you want to start something, tribal?"
OOC:From Morvan`s char. sheet (relevant info): OOC:I`ll go on a limb here and assume the rock serpent in question is some sort of a draconic reptile.The description of the said entity seems that the specimen is mature, and under such presumption will react accordingly. As the group trekked up-slope though the woods and near the tall cliffside, the rocks exploded in a spectacular manner and a beast emerged, perhaps roused or alarmed from its sleep.Seeing the intruders and it lunged forward in an effort to expunge the invaders from her lands.There was talks of explosives and Yme-Locian was already commited to battle, the mask of Khaine seemingly laying heavy on the Fire Dragon. A subtler approach was in peril. Suddenly, Morvan`s guts lurched and his mind prickled as psyhic signature flared in the distance, behind them, from whence they came - materializing out of nowhere.A twist in the weave.New threads in their piece of the Great Tapestry.A thought process that started with worry for Avrielle and Chance and ended with pain and regret, was vivid in his mind, but he quashed it, lurched back to reality by Llyr and a voice that was invoking his name...and names held power. "Morvan, some help here please?" He turned back, as if from a dream seeing Astarielle holding to wounded Yareli, as the later had her vitae fluids dripping from the open wound on her right arm on the forest ground and still she was feisty, more eager to play her imagine part as a heroine, then the role she was destined to be.His helmet was expressionless and he turned back to the serpent, focusing on more urgent matters. Before him a giant serpent opened its maw as it charged forward, each of her obsidian teeth the size of his arm, its rocky lips dripping corrosive acid.Its fury astounded him, and its hunger for vengeance for the injuries inflicted was primal in its strength. A sudden frown, crossed Morvan`s pale face behind his helmet, as he saw the potential futures of this outcome. Prehaps she had young?What of her brood?Was she used as a weapon?A bait?To see how we will react or merely roused from her sleep by our ignorance as we stumbled upon her territory? Being a Seer from Iybraesil demanded commitment and dedicated sometimes unseen by fellow Seers from other Craftworlds.Prehaps too morbid, but dedicated nontheles. Morvan sough to exhultate such virtues in all of his actions. Seeing a potential future shining in his mind he sized it, commited to its path until death or realization. He clenched his eyes shut and skirted the barely opened, thrice-guarded doors of his mind.He opened them to the aetheric currents as he reached out to the True Source,helped by his race`s genetics and his own mastery of the Warp.From the inside of his robe, the crystalline matrix flared to life, as power that came from Beyond was fed to it, channeled and bent to the whims of the Seer. His helm lenses blue, now shone with white light as he released his power outward, sending a mixed sense of revulsion and caution at those attacking the beast, to each of the minds close to him.It followed by an outward gust of wind that suddenly swooped from him, as he grabbed Llyr and blasted away with prenatural speed out of the path of the deadly serpent.With his left hand he reached out to his pouch and scattered few runes onto the beast, as he made an effort to zip right past the beast`s jaws and into Amriel, who was still busy peppering the beast with deadly fire from his fusion gun. ++With me my kin!++ He echoed his thoughts to the Fire Dragon, hopefully strong enough to wrest him from his battle-fury. ++You have the beast`s attention.Follow me.++
@Jorimel Seeing the arrival of the two new Fire Avengers, whom he did not remotely recognise, near Talis and Avrielle. Not knowing what their intention was with the members of the team, the Striking Scorpion used the stealth skills he had learned all his years alone, and would attempt to get closer to listen and watch. Though he would be leaving the ship, he felt that he was close enough to watch both should he need to head back to the Chance. Afterall, he could not knowingly leave his two team mates to the will of these newcomers in good conscience.
@Jorimel @Wata @ItsTime ( @matt23 ) Talis growled a bit at the seeming ignorance and obvious arrogance of the new warriors. The Exodite from another planet was reaching a limit of his confidence. Avrielle would likely be able to see it in him, but he was still putting on a brave face. He still so much wanted to prove to them all from the ship that he had been a worthwhile choice. "I already said I'm not idiot to start anything." he resisted the urge to demand the stop of unnecessary slurs and attempts to intimidate him (he was plenty intimidated already) "I'm here to teach a lovely maiden some skills of surviving outside your cushy tech." then he paused. "I don't think you're here for me. If I've guessed why you're here.." in truth had no idea why they could be here, but in any case Ikitomi and all those warriors could handle this better. "They went that way. So why don't you go ahead and let me be?" he gestured over to the path the others had taken, although he never quite fully relaxed away from his sword
Back at the Chance, Talis was ready to defend himself and answer the questions of the newcomers, not afraid to add some of his own. Talshin could see all this from the shadow of the shuttle, covered by the stealthy mantle of Karandras' teachings. So long as he stayed still, he would be unlikely to be spotted. And it seemed that there was plenty of distraction. Avrielle looked from Talis to the two new Eldar. They were Dire Avengers. Both clad in the blue of the Aspect, with their own flourishes. She knew that the followers of Asurmen had noble ideals, so surely they would follow them here? Her uncertainty still tinted her body language, but in truth she was mostly surprised. She was a young Eldar, dressed in the amber and brown of Lugganath Guardian armour, and she had no weapons drawn - in fact, she held a half-plucked wildfowl by one foot. It was about as non-threatening as an Eldar could be, short of holding a pillow in the other. But the duck was incidental; she was halfway through her lesson when Alo and Artarsi arrived. She glanced to Talis. She was sure that he would defend himself capably if he needed to, but she hoped that it would not come to that. "I am Avrielle," she said, in response to Alo, "of Lugganath, here at the behest of the Seer Council. Warlock Liasethanil sent us. This is Talis, and we are preparing food for the base camp of our expedition. And there is no need to be hostile. You startled us, dropping out of the sky like that!" She turned to Artarsi. "Might I ask what that is?" she enquired, politely, to his mission of importance. "Perhaps we would all discuss this much more easily over some tea. We can make a fire. You could dry off," she said, to Artarsi, "and we would all feel much better for it, I am sure." The little radiotech smiled, still somewhat nervous, but friendly. And if truth be told, blushing slightly at being called a lovely maiden.
@Jorimel @BadDo9 @ItsTime @matt23 Alo regarded the two nervous eldar with silent suspicion as the lady spoke, frown on his face. They were obviously no threat and he realised all he was doing is venting his frustrations on them in an abrasive manner. A thought of giving an apology came to his mind but his pride quickly stomped on it, but easing his stance by removed his hand from his swords' hilt. Alo saw the light blush Avrielle displayed, deepening his already frowny expression, then shifting his gaze to Artarsi trying to determine something. He then looked at the exodite in equal manner, with a more questioning expression. "Tea..?" He said, moving aside some of the hair off his face. "I dont care for tea but I would like to know more about this expedition of yours. We had an unusual encounter in the webway." All this time Alo had an uneasy feeling, like being watched. He scoured the distance for anything to alleviate the feeling but detected none, he shrugged the feeling off as nothing.
Astarielle moved swiftly to her fellow Eldar's aid, but Yareli had no mind to be treated as a mere civilian. She swapped her blade to her other hand, but though admirably determined, she was not a warrior. She took her place back in the battle-line. Adrenaline might be masking her pain for now, but soon, it would wear off. The former Banshee knew this, but she did not have more time to spend convincing the recalcitrant diplomat. She could monitor the fight, with the split second speed all Eldar possess, and spun to unleash a volley of shuriken. They flew straight and true, studding the creature's hide like silver stars and causing multiple lacerations. Amriel brought up his fusion gun for another blast of dragon's fire, and this time the rock-serpent did not avoid its fate. Quick as thought in the swiftly-moving melee, several of the Eldar acted. Faenkon's shot hit the twisting creature just under one eye. The brow ridges did not protect it there, and he wounded the beast. From a slightly higher vantage point, Lysandriax shot it again, hitting it in the body. Iktomi, ever the showman, managed to wound its flying membrane under one forelimb. If its flying days were not over, they surely were now. The serpent was not going to give up its fight until it had no more breath. As Amriel's fire played over it, Morvan slipped into the trance he knew so well, yet sought to avoid when he could. This time, Fate did not give him the luxury of that. He knew that a sacrifice must be made. Taking stock, he brought his mind to bear on the situation. Scooping up Llyr, he darted to one side, boosting his own speed even as he sought to bolster the minds of his kin against the beast. He could feel the swirling currents of psychic energy gathering around him, around them - and something more. As flame seared and shots hit home, the serpent reared back and died, its limbs collapsing as its body took just too much damage to survive. A swift end. The Warlock could see with his inner sight as its spirit began to slip free, looking something like smoke, ethereal and pale as the wisp of mist over a morning lake. The World Spirit surged around him, and Morvan could sense its immense form, the potential and reservoir of all soul-life on the planet, yet also the safe refuge of all those who had died here. A mighty consciousness. He reeled a little, even as he managed to right himself next to Amriel. However, Seer Jain had managed to work his rune-magic: all the warriors on the cliffside felt a certain bolstering of their mood, a sharpening of the senses. Yet, besides the dead serpent at their feet, they could see no more foes.
Reluctantly, Yareli dropped to one of her knees, sheathing the blade and putting then her healthy hand on top of her wound, applying pressure to stop the bleeding and stop the cold from whipping her exposed skin. She sighed softly, but in relief. The fight was over, nobody was hurt... Well except herself and they survived. Of course it was embarrassing to her that she was the only wounded person. She already could hear Morvan and Astarielle barking at her. And for once, the woman could not come up with one excuse, she probably would be quiet and let the shame wash over her, just like one would scold a child. What else should she be doing? Sit around the ship and do nothing but look good like an ornament or wallpaper? She has to learn what it means to seek adventure and laugh danger in it's face like Iktomi if she ever wanted to make a proper bride for her. And nobody would respect an Eldar who would let others fight for one. No matter if man, woman, craftworlder, corsair, even comorrite. And so the Noblewoman chose to close her eyes and relax, calm herself and reduce her pulse with slight meditation to aid her bodies' recovery.
@Jorimel @Wata @ItsTime @matt23 Talis watched the two newcomers intensely yet, still not quite trusting them who'd fallen from the sky and spouted discoursty without the slightest hint of remorse. However, Talis decided not to dwell on that, and instead nodded at the mention of tea. He also missed the blush on Avrielle's face - a good thing, as he would have been flustered beyond belief in this moment - as he turned to face her. "I do think that tea would be quite nice." he held his knife by the blade, handle towards her. "I believe you have the hang of plucking feathers. I can go start a Fire pit if you would like to finish this - just cut the neck off and hang it from a branch by the feet with the twine I gave you." he smiled, and then looked away slightly. "Once the tea is on, I can show you what else we need to do to prepare.." he then turned away in an attempt to keep his various emotions hidden, looking for stone and dry wood to make the fire pit.
Amriel laid the fusion gun across his shoulders as the mighty serpent dropped dead at his feet. The warlock reeling next to him caused him to lay a steadying hand on the seer's shoulder. "A good fight, Seer Morvan. Are you alright?" His voice was strong, steady, only a hint of concern, and that not so much for the warlock's well-being as it was to ensure that nothing had happened accidentally. He knew dealing with the Warp could be risky, and the bolstering of his mood, natural as it felt, was clearly not the elation of a victory. Amriel was just making sure nothing dangerous had come out.
