Post by Rosen Stele on May 19, 2015 12:56:48 GMT -7
Cadence tried not to let Teret's fear spread to her. "Keep your head about you," a friend had once said, "and you'll always have the upper hand." She tried to remember these words whenever she was stuck in a situation like this.
A travelling friend? She thought. She would have to inquire further about that. She heard Teret's question and replied with quickness. "Don't freak out, I had to move very slowly and keep my eyes open for things and ways I knee you would use. I almost tripped a few of them too." She said, attempting humor. She tried to think back for the next question. Were there aeliavim? She tried to think. "No I didn't see anything or anyone approaching the city." She replied, looking around the room. She inspected the peep hole, testing some of the arrows through it's slots. "I didn't know you guys were under attack until I saw that gargoyle." She related, ashamed that she had not noticed something so crucial.
Rushing into the room to grab the ladder Teret dragged it back into the main shop area to set the ladder up under the sliding rail on the far wall. He resumed his hastened pace in retrieving the loaded crossbow and the extra bolts, sliding the latter into his coat pockets. They stuck out awkwardly but he didn't have to go far. Making his way back to the ladder he began ascending with great care. The crossbow was heavy in his hands and the last thing they needed right now was him falling to his back.
Through the small visor providing Cadence clear shots in the near street the immediate way looked clear. However, she could hear little scraps of feet and claw moving along the ground. Shortly after something heavy landed on the roof, the tools laid about the room clattering minutely with the reverberation. A loud pained screech rang out from above, hard wing flaps whooshing through the air and a darkened shape landing in Cadence's view out the door. The gargoyle was treating one of its feet rather gingerly.
Last Edit: May 28, 2015 11:18:18 GMT -7 by The Maven
Cadence had knocked an arrow with a fire emblem on it, peering through the slit from left to right. She wondered how many of the creatures were out there. She had never fought on this scale before, and it was honestly trying her nerves a little. The reckless hate of this world was always providing new frustrations. She wondered fleetingly if Teret needed any help up there before the heavy thud above them. She nearly climbed the ladder after him. But the gargoyle fell right before her, simply asking for it. She took aim, forgetting which arrow she had knocked. The burst of fire that erupted when the arrow struck took her by surprise. She gave a little yelp. She had to get more of these arrows. She hurriedly readied another arrow in case the gargoyle hadn't had enough.
if the gargoyle is still alive and in front of her when the smoke settles she will fire another arrow at it.
The arrow sunk into the gargoyle's arm before releasing the wave of chemical fire that further damaged the creature. It howled in pain with arms flailing. The new wounds made it forget about the damage to its foot as it wobbled to the side and readied to take flight. Another arrow came from the doorway then, sticking through the base of its wing and erupting into another fiery ball. In the aftermath its wing sagged to the ground while the partially charred figure lunged just out of Cadence's direct line of fire.
Angered shouts came from the weakened gargoyle, spilling out the aeliavim tongue in what could be assumed a call for aid. Unfortunately Cadence's view of the sky was limited unless she was going to get down to the ground, but Teret would have a decent vantage considering his elevated position. The halfling was quiet though so that was likely a good sign.
More screeches echoed into the night from somewhere else in Pinecrest and soon the heavy thump of a gargoyle landing nearby was heard. And then a second. Whispers slithered through the air for a few moments afterward but otherwise there was silence. Within the next few moments a gargoyle landed on the building opposite Cadence and peeked its head over the side. It was watching the door, staring into the dark at Cadence but not actually able to see her. It was likely just looking for where all the fire was coming from.
Cadence loosed her second arrow, amazed at the resilience of these creatures. She seemed to have grounded one, but she could not see it now. She shifted slightly to see if she could see the skies above, but in the darkness she could not make anything out. She fingered her quiver, thinking about her next move. The other creatures landed nearby, and she could not see anything from this vantage. She looked around the shop for another peep hole. There were boarded windows, but they were not broken out yet. The sound would surely alert the gargoyles who were outside. She squatted by the window closest to where she had burned one of the Gargoyles, attempting to figure out it's status. Was it even dead yet? nope. Son of a - Cadence ducked as she saw the shadow of a gargoyle coming up by the window. She held her breath as the creature passed her. She hurried back to the slit in the wall and knocked one of the Arrows with a bed etched into its rounded head.
If one of them comes into view she will let loose her Sleep Arrow.
Continued mutters could be heard, likely from the heavily wounded gargoyle. That one in particular didn't want to come back anywhere near Teret's shop so instead began shuffling himself off down the streets to let the two new flight capable creatures handle it. One of which sidled up against the shop as Cadence witnessed, and the other still stationed on top of a different shop.
There was a still quiet for a few moments until finally a gargoyle climbed down the side of the shop across the street, easily within the archer's view. It was careful and slow, eyes always on the door, as it descended. The sound of its stoney claws digging into the wood crackled amongst a single gargoyle howl from a distance, following that the sound of Teret's crossbow shifting in a new bolt could be heard from across the room.
For the brief moment that the target gargoyle glanced away from the door toward the pained call of one of its other allies a new arrow was released, aimed for the creature's face. The gargoyle noticed something coming at him and made to dodge by hopping along the wall. The arrow barely missed its mark but at contact with the building a puff of powder erupted over the beast. It snorted and jumped into the air, wings rapidly pushing the substance away from it.
Before Cadence could witness the full effect of her shot a cobblestone hand jabbed itself into the barred slit she shot from. Familiar thick fingers raked the edges as it frantically clawed through the hole, its whole hand prevented from getting through.
Cadence gave a little yelp as the hand came through the hole. s**t this was harder than she thought. The Peril of it gripped her tight and threatened to crush her spirit. The sound of Teret's crossbow helped snap her out of her momentary frenzy. She had an Idea. The hand was stuck through her hole now, and as she took a quick step back, she withdrew a normal arrow and Pierced it through the Palm of the hand, so that it could not be pulled back through the opening, at least not immediately. Then, stepping back and positioning herself so that she could shoot directly at the beast's head through the slit, she knocked a Fire Arrow. She Aimed for the eye. Perhaps She could take one down with an incendiary head shot.
The Arrow was loosed, heading straight for the target's eye socket. Cadence was just out of the Blast's range but she feared the outside of the shop may take some damage.
Boram had been in Pinecrest the day before the traps were set, hearing about all this mess, he had made sure to get permission for him and his friend Grinma to come into town to try and help with the traps. Boram having spent his time helping set up interesting traps himself and then the hours where merrymaking was being made, he spent slowly attempting to build something to help them out incase any of the aeliavim got inside. He doesn't sleep often, so luckily he was awake when all the commotion was going about. While it nearly terrified him to hear all of this, he couldn't help but feel a bit excited to try out his new weapon, something he simply named the Sap Shooter.
He moves to where his friend was resting while he worked and shook the human's side. "Grinma, they're attacking, the aeliavim. I think i hear fliers." He says as he then starts to hear a small commotion right outside the house they were staying in. Boram moves slowly and quietly, slowly peaking out the window to get a nice view of a gargoyle being engulfed in flames. He lets a smirk slip before his face going pale after a few moments.
The sound of a thud ontop of the building he was in was never a good sign. However, he readied his newest weapon, only having been able to prepare three shots for it. The sap balls would explode over what he would aim for, not doing nearly any lethal damage, however the target would be stuck in place or at least have trouble getting away. And from what he saw, he had some support from an archer.
If Boram see's one flying down from the building near the ground he'll take a shot at it.
Desperately clawing and tearing into the wooden door with no real view of the inside the gargoyle never suspected what was coming his way. The arrow, with mild resistance, managed to slip through the beast's hand and lodge itself firmly; its head just peaking out the other side. Another shriek split through the air, almost an unbearable ringing for Cadence's close proximity. The gargoyle began flailing its hand around. First trying to get it out but when that caused more pain and appeared it wouldn't be easily possible the aeliavim planned to resume ripping the hole open wider.
Fortunately for it, it failed at widening the hole its hand was stuck in when the incendiary arrow flew through it. It just barely caught the hand and door, exploding into a brief flaming ball engulfing most of the door. A loud crack of the door breaking sent a small spray of splinters outward as the gargoyle freed themselves, but otherwise the door took the blow rather well. It was still firmly set in place though now a bit scorched and with a larger hole to look through.
The gargoyle on the other side of the threshold had reeled back with its friend groggily pouncing up to its side and grabbing its uninjured shoulder as if to urge a retreat. The burnt gargoyle hissed angrily but began backing off. Its ally's movements were incredibly sloppy; it barely willing itself to repel the effects of the sleep arrow. Both were well within the sights of both Cadence and the newly alerted halfling wiler. Wings spreading and readying to take off they wouldn't be too much longer.
Post by Rosen Stele on Jun 3, 2015 16:43:46 GMT -7
Cadence winced at the creature's howl, and missed her mark, blowing a hole in the door. The cinders almost scorched her, scattering around the floor. She kept her eye on the beast however, preparing another arrow.
Hold on, were they retreating? She thought, watching them spread their wings. She met the creature's eyes for a moment, and lowered her bow, nodding. If they were not attacking there was no reason to continue her assault. She wondered if the mercy would make a difference later.
She stepped back from the door and allowed herself a brief moment to breathe, watching the gargoyles escape. go tell your masters there is strength here she thought as she stepped out a smoldering cinder on the shop floor. "Teret!" She called, "I think they are retreating!"
Grinma wakes up with a scowl on his face. He always hates sleeping indoors but Boram wouldn't let him sleep outside tonight because of the risk. He sat up and grumbled as he got his gear on and readied for a fight, his claws bared. The first thing that wasn't friendly was about to be in for a fury of claws, quite literally like messing with an angry cat. "So we're getting some kind of reward for this right? You're usually not the kind of guy to do things for free whether it's the right thing to do or not." He kept taking glances at Boram as he said that making sure to still keep an eye out for enemies.
Boram watches slowly, a bit disappointed as he saw the gargoyles getting ready to take flight and escape. He didn't see any reason to really try and stop them from retreating, after all, it'd be better if they warned the rest of the group, maybe that'd dissuade some of the things in charge not to come back here. He gives a small shake of his head. "Nope, not this time. As far as I know no rewards." He says before looking over Grinma. "This is a halfling city, we're pretty protective of our own kind. If this was some human city, no offense, I would be asking for at least some gold for our troubles."
He pulls down his Hawk's Eye glasses to get a better look at the sky, trying to see if any were coming. "But this is from the good of my cold, icy heart." He smirks and chuckles quietly.
Boram keeps his eyes on the skies to be ready to alert incase any other forces come.
Boram's skyward attention would find but a few darkened shapes moving across the sky; none of which headed toward them. Elsewhere in the city though the shapes didn't relent, the distant scratches and occasional pounding of a gargoyle landing were well audible if one was to listen. After a few moments there was an increase in screeches not that far away from the druid & wiler. The noise accompanied with small bangs and a smell of smoke as far as the druid could tell.
Teret didn't look to Cadence when she exclaimed of the enemy's retreat. Instead he leaned in and squinted out of the limited view in front of his crossbow. He stayed as quiet as he could, listening and watching, until finally he gave a shake of his head. It was likely plain to his human friend as well. "They've just moved from our range," he started in a disheartened tone; though it was more relaxed than previously. "That or they're taking the scenic route back. This isn't their full scouted force, gargoyles weren't even mentioned. We assumed they'd attack during the day with their rate of travel, and even if they were to wait until nightfall the earliest they could manage would have been tomorrow night unless they force marched into us."
The halfling felt a bit torn. On one hand there was his town being savaged by aeliavim and on the other his own safety. Before tonight he had been ready but now... He didn't want to admit he had been shaken. The wiler looked to Cadence as if waiting for her to take charge. Surely if she was up for it he couldn't back down and let her go out alone against those things. Then again, he was fairly confident they would be able to hold off anything that did come back this way. Perhaps the gargoyles were merely backing off for somethings else to come in. Maybe this whole disturbance wasn't what he initially thought and this was the enemy's full attack strategy. If that was the case there was undoubtedly different aeliavim roaming about.
Post by Rosen Stele on Jun 16, 2015 13:44:57 GMT -7
The sounds outside the shop disheartened her. It was true, after all that running to escape the menace, they now faced the question of whether or not to stay hiding like cowardly children, or stand and fight. Cadence was not a horribly combatant person. War was not her style. She preferred a peaceful indifference, but that was no use here. She rested her head against the wall that she had slumped against, listening for a moment to the noises outside. She looked up a teret's muddled expression before replying.
"Those are your people out there." She stated the obvious, "What do you want to do?" She stood up, knowing the obvious answer. She picked through the bins which held the Arrows she had been using, and quivered what was left of them. Officially, she was waiting for Teret's call. This was his city, after all.
She will follow Teret in whatever action he chooses to take.
The halfling wiler looked down at his ally, face skewed in conflicting thoughts. He didn't want to be seen a coward, unwilling to face down the imposing forms of creatures with claws as big as his face in order to protect Pinecrest. But he also knew he wasn't much of a fighter and would rather like to live. With Cadence there, expertly wielding her bow, he felt a little safer; a bit more capable. But there was still the problem that he was a creator and all of his work was laying out at the perimeter.
"I... well..." he began with a slight stutter. His hand was clenching the large crossbow a bit too tightly he noticed so he released it to clench his hands together. Teret took a deep breath and slid the wall opening shut. Leaving the weapon still mounted on the rail he descended the ladder and looked up at his archer friend. Suddenly a smile washed across his face as an idea hit him.
"We need to get to Pendlestone's!" Teret started excitedly, perhaps a bit too much so. His voice bounced around the empty room and almost surprised himself. In a more controlled tone, just above a whisper as if he was worried something was listening. "He has these things, sun rods he calls them. I doubt they were all put out on the perimeter defenses." It could be just what they needed with those stoney beasts still harassing Pinecrest, screeches blurting out in the distance.
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