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[GST Adventure for Allister, Madeira, and Jomi] Do what you're told and no one gets hurt, savvy?

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The Red in the White

Postby Taurina on September 26th, 2018, 4:28 am


So the plan was laid by their blonde haired leader. Go to the trees where the ghost had found perhaps a nest. It was enough of a lead, but the news about this silent place still crawled its way up the spines of the two sailors accompanying the travelers. Especially Tav, who knew less about this wilderness than he did about the ones surrounding his home. Now with Madeira’s pack making his movements more bulky and less fluid, he had to be careful with how he moved. Careful that he always remained at attention with his bow at the ready in his hands, prepared to pull an arrow back at any time. To protect himself and those he was with.

The group moved as one semi-functional unit through the jungle wilds. Following a ghost of a life once lived. Ironic almost that they were following the dead so that they might live. Enda tried not to think about it too much as he illuminated the situation with the torch in his hand and pushed aside the foliage with the staff in his opposite hand. It was hard giving up that control, hard following one who knew nothing, who might take them to their deaths. But he had to trust that something would guide her true. This was the game they were told to play and the hand they had been dealt. Time to win.

They reached the place where the jungle was silent as the grave. All things that went bump in the night were distant, their calls seemingly miles away. Here the world was trapped in a sort of globe that could not be penetrated. An eerie sort of air filling the immediate area. As well as a stench that was subtle enough to not have been picked up farther away but so close was clear. Rot and decay that bubbled in a place where a predator lurked.

Tav and Enda heeded Jomi’s warning immediately. Tension bunching down the muscles of their bodies. Steps back taken and Mad’s pack secured tightly before the Inarta shifted to draw back an arrow in preparation. He was tempted to drop the thing altogether, but if they had to make a run for it that would leave it behind. He would not do that to her, if it could be helped. Perhaps being in the outside world had been good for him, grown in him a respect for others, or at least their belongings. A grunt was sent towards Enda, confirmation that Tav was in place. The Svefra had less weaponry, just his machete in his hand now that Allister had taken the staff, and still clutched onto the torch.

“Be ready,” the Svefra warned further, looking to Tav and then to Madeira, the naked hyena earning a passing glance. “Could be anything.”

Anything. Nothing. The only thing immediately clear as Jomi reached that tangle of foliage was that it was no bird. No, a bird would have been a welcomed sight -even one that was not what they sought- in comparison to this. The creature was not so big to be considered full grown, rather juvenile actually but they would not know that, especially not as it went for the attack. Aggressive, angry, and territorial it jumped from its nest of bones from its long dead prey and used its wings to propel it forward towards its foes. Claws out, compound eyes bright, and mouth wide; it went for Jomi first only to fall through the ghost and head straight for the ground.

A cry of aggression was let out as this larger than life insect went for the first obstacle it saw. Perhaps that was Madeira with her glowing green light, but Allister was in the way so he was targeted. The quick moving predator lurched itself towards the male. Claws sharpened for tearing into flesh outstretched and ready to dig into the hyena’s chest. A challenge, a race, who would be faster? And what would the others be able to do to help?

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The Red in the White

Postby Jomi on September 27th, 2018, 8:57 pm

Jomi pulled the energy from his core in order to activate the mists in his hands, creating a force that mimicked the touch of the living, and used it to pull back the leafy sprigs that covered the nest. As the ghost peeled away the thick tangle of branches and vines a sudden hard repetitive clacking sound echoed out of the tree. Jomi would go on to swear on his soul that for the first time since his death he felt cold. Like a bucket of ice had been dumped over the ghost, freezing his mist in place as a cold dread took him over. It wasn't the sound itself that scared him but the way the sound cut through the stillness, the unnatural stillness of a jungle where even the droning wings of insects couldn't be heard.

You would think a being with only two senses would notice when one of them disappears. But you'd be wrong.

The nest of leaves and exploded outwards in a mess of wood and bleached white bones as Jomi reeled back with a panicked shout. His arms were thrown up defensively out of instinct when the heavy, clacking incisors lunged for him only for them to grasp at empty space as his mists scattered. Jomi got a full view of the bright, jewel red eyes and the hard ridged exoskeleton before the largest bug he'd ever seen fell through him. Prism wings fluttered rapidly to to slow the decent of it's heavy body as it made its was down to the rest of the party with a piercing, warlike cry. Wicked claws outstretched to tear apart the only people the ghost still cared about anymore.

Without time to think or plan, the ghost shot forward, blinking himself into the insect and winding himself into its soft tissues with the aggression and violence of someone with everything to lose. The shock of what would have been the monsters first ever possession gave the ghost enough of an upper hand to stall the wings on the right side of its body. Causing the monster to spiral uncontrollably head first back into the trunk of the thick towering tree.

But that hold on its body didn't last for long. Domestic animals were easier to possess than the more intelligent beings but their wild unbroken equivalents had a will that rivalled that of human, making them just as difficult to possess.

The stillness of the jungle filled with a deafening crack as the tree shook with the weight of the impact. The creatures pain and survival instincts overpowered the ghost, ejecting the rattled spirit out with stunning force. The ghosts mists wound and shifted around his body, unable to settle as the ghost stood dazed by the sudden ejection as the equally stunned monster shook off the impact and violent possession. Giving the group a precious few ticks of vulnerability.
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Postby Allister on October 31st, 2018, 1:31 am

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Allister was not a fearful man but he also had very little real world experience in anything short of being a complete and utter distraction. The bug’s presence was horrifying and intriguing all at once. Black eyes narrowed when the beastly thing careened back around and smashed into hits former roost. That was the interference of something the kelvic could not see but it was not any divine intervention -though the ghost likely had some kind of delusion in which he was spawned of a deity, such was his arrogance. Still, the sudden attack had been thwarted and Allister’s own instincts to protect his beloved ignited like a pile of dry kindling soaked in kerosene.

The naked man ran forward brandishing his quarterstaff. He was not so foolish as to think that he had enough skill to cave in the wicked insect’s skull with a lucky shot but he did think himself good enough to be true to his calling- a distraction and a warm up. The staff was hoisted back then swung in a large upward arc that would flip the monstrosity on to its back if the tip connected with the manibles. If the swing was successful, the soft underbelly would be revealed and the hyena could rip the bug apart or smash it with his staff until it popped like a ripe tomato. Should the creature react and catch the wood in its pinchers, Allister would drive the weapon further into the animal’s clutches until he could slip behind it and bite the skinniest part of one of the pinching arms. The hyena wasn’t one for eating bugs -though he had in the past at times- but he knew how powerful his bite could be and figured to handicap his opponent if he couldn’t best it.


NoteSorry this is so short and SOOOOO late. I didn't want to go too far and powergame the bug ole bug. I'll write better and more in my next post. Cross my eyes and hope for tea.
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Postby Madeira Dusk on November 3rd, 2018, 7:38 pm

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    It happened so fast. An enormous insect, plated and glimmering green in the light of Madeira's crossbow, lunged out of the trees and straight into Jomi. Translucent wings taller than she was extended when the pinchers closed on nothing but empty air, and a rainbow of light sparkled over the gap mouthed onlookers as the possessed insect careened into the nearest tree. Jungle wood shrapnel rained down and Madeira leapt back, tripping over a half eaten corpse and falling hard as the creature hit the ground with a scream.

    It looked like praying mantis, was her first thought. But only if the praying mantis was the size of a horse and angrier than a bear. It had a green shell and two red compound eyes the size of her stacked fists. Mandibles clicked and claws struck the ground as it stood. Between the two sections of its body was a thin connecting piece that looked almost fragile. But surrounded as it was by wings and mouth and claws she couldn't imagine why.

    Confused and hurt, the creature lunged for Allister next. Madeira's insides turned cold to see the naked man facing that creature with nothing but a staff.

    "Help him!" she screamed to Tav and Enda as she climbing to her feet over the severed corpse she had fallen over, some kind of bristly furred boar. In her wild fury she lifted her crossbow and fired for whatever she could aim at first. The arrow plinked harmlessly off the hard exoskeleton and was lost in the trees.

    Think, Madeira, think! Whatever limited tactics she knew fled her mind as the insect was faced head to head with her beloved Kelvic. Rallying herself, she all but threw herself at at man holding her rucksack. Ripping the top open her hand closed around a gently glowing jar. With all her strength she lobbed it straight over everyone's head and to the ghost nobody but her could sense.

    "Get it on its back, hold it down, anything!" she shouted for the ghost, her voice losing its shrill panic as she forced herself to focus. "Tav, stay back here with me. Back up, into the trees. Enda, go to Allister! Go! Aim for that branch between the halves of its body!"

    Notching another arrow, the flames seemed to burn brighter as she sighted down her arm again. But this time she waited. Even as fear and adrenaline poured through her body and her bond was alive with panic, she knew if she let herself run to Allister she could doom them both. She had to wait, and not waste arrows that slide harmlessly off the creatures armor.

    Come on, Jomi, she prayed.

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    The Red in the White

    Postby Taurina on December 20th, 2018, 8:05 am


    It was always when things were happening in fast motion that the world seemed to slow down a beat. A creature fell, attacked, was consumed and rejected all as the sentients experienced their panic and launched into various modes of attack. It was the chaos of a battle fought between beasts rather than enemies in war. One went here, another there, one fought for another while that other cried for him to be helped, two who were separate all together froze and moved at the same time. It was all very.. gripping. Or would have been had not all participants been directly in the line of fire when the creature fell from its bone constructed nest.

    Jomi’s attempt to startle the creature, get it off guard, did have its merit and worked well enough. The beast thrashed in protest outside in as the ghost took hold of its very essence. It did not last long, but the tree it landed against was no soft cushion and caused a pause in the movement. Just long enough for the adventurers to take a single breath and learn again how to move their feet.

    Allister was moving with that staff in hand. Madeira shot her arrow that bounced harmlessly from its skeleton. Tav shot one too, aiming for a more tender spot but missed when the beast thrashed its head. The blonde was screaming for help for the fool hyena who went forward. Enda wanted to run away. Not from fear so much, well yes from fear, but because the ghost had bought them the chance. It had seemed as much, though even he know they would not have outrun the thing. And if they had it probably would have been to run right into the jaws of something worse. It was better to destroy it for good if they could.

    A terrible scream of anger was let out as Allister lashed out with that staff, aiming to get the beast on its back. He missed, or the insect moved too fast, and the staff was grabbed up swift by a mighty pincher. Whether he would admit it or not, Enda froze then, sure Allister was going to meet his fate. It would seem luck had decided a different story was to be told. The Svefra was ashamed that he was surprised when the hyena’s plan unfolded. More shrieks, this time of pain more than just mere anger, broke through the silence.

    Tav was no stand still in all of this but Madeira had flown over to him. Her hands riffling through her back and jostling him so much that solid aim became impossible for the moments he had to get a clear shot. He grunted at her when orders suddenly coated her lips. She’d tossed some jar of something to a ghost.. A GHOST! What the in Dira’s name was he gonna do?! The malice that filled the Inarta’s gaze could have sustained him for days. A glance at Enda told him that the plan was to remain the same; he would certainly be having words with his so called friend later.

    Positions were set as that beast reared with the pain Allister inflicted upon it. With a thrashing motion, it aimed to get the hyena off of it. Toss him against the trees, into the bushes, whatever, just that the pain be ended. Whether Allister was thrown from the beast or kept hold of that leg depended on how strong and how determined the Kelvic was.

    It was a chance to get to that sensitive part of the creature as it thrashed around. Tav aimed his arrows, waiting for the perfect opportunity. Enda had been order to help Allister but there was something so completely terrifying about facing that beast head on with only a machete.. Enda did not want to get close enough to do it. A coward in the end then. That was what he was to be branded; especially if he had let the untrained and unimportant Kelvic outdo him in this fight. That alone filled him with enough steely resolve to try and do what he had been ordered.

    An arrow flew, one or two if Madeira saw the chance for hitting one of the soft spots too, and at least one hit part of that fleshy under layer where it did some, but little, damage. The forest seemed to shake with the cry that echoed forth. With the resolve that filled it. That beast landed back with its feet flush to the ground. Pinchers raised, well one for the other was just a broken thing of what it had been before, and mandibles split. It surged forward again, right towards the woman and her Inarta partner covered by trees.

    “Get ready.” Tav told their leader, as he knocked an arrow and aimed.

    It would depend on the others, on Jomi and the jar he had been tossed, if either he or Madeira would end this with a killing shot.

    oocSo sorry this took so long for me to get out! This semester was a bear and motivation has been low. I should be better from here on out seeing this through.
    Also- I would say keeping the same posting order as last round for this round makes the most sense.


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    The Red in the White

    Postby Jomi on January 3rd, 2019, 11:29 pm

    "Get it on its back, hold it down, anything!"

    The musical sound of shattered glass cut through the dense underbrush as the glowing jar erupted against the tree, spilling its contents. The exhausted ghost wasted no time blinking over Madeira's soulmist and the crushed glass, allowing it to course up into his body through his feet. Jomi's etherial body shimmered and solidified with the help of the master made cat-blood soulmist. Sending a intense wave of energy and satisfaction into every inch of his own wildly erratic soulmist, prompting the ghost to smile despite the life or death struggle that raged around him.

    The agonized screams of the creature shook the mossy underbrush as it reared mightily. Thrashing its body and throwing its limbs with the desperation of a cornered animal. Jomi's new motion sensitive eyes locked on the naked Kelvic that swung from his teeth on the creatures thin joint. Allister's human jaw wouldn't be enough to sever the limb but the fire lit in his eyes told the ghost that Madeira's bonded would sooner die than let go.

    Arrows were loosed on the creature as it thrashed, a few finding their mark on the soft underbelly as the newly invigorated ghost steeled himself to jump back into the fray. Thin armoured legs found the ground and the injured pincher hung loosely at its side as the creature locked its compound eyes with the human and Inarta that crouched beneath the trees.

    Sensing its intent Jomi vanished from above the shattered jar and blinked into the creature. The ghost tackled its soul and fought himself into its soft tissues with as much speed as he could. But the creature had grown wise to his tricks. Now familiar with the sensation of possession it shook off the shock and steeled itself against the invading force, slowing the ghosts efforts to a crawl. The creature fought the ghost with its pain and rage as it raised its good pincher and split its malleable and made to rush the humans.

    A wave of panic gripped the ghost as he watched the the scene unfold in slow motion from behind the compound eyes. He felt the hind legs brace and muscles curl as it prepared to lunge. The thorax vibrated with the stored energy and the pressure it took to maintain it. But still the ghost struggled to maintain what little space he occupied as the enraged wild monster refused to be controlled.

    For a sudden maddening second Jomi realized he wasn't going to gain control in time. The creature would attack his friends and he would have a front row seat to the carnage. Helpless to do anything but watch as it tore the only people that still gave a shit about him apart.

    The creature gave a scream that could be felt in the bones on the living as the back legs unfurled, lunging at the humans with the kind of deathly focus that can only be found in wild unbroken animals. The ghost, consumed by fear and desperation, abruptly abandoned the fight for control. The ghost retracted his essence from the creature with a blinding, panic fuelled speed and funnelled it into the creatures one good pincher in a wild and desperate Hail Mary plan.

    Jomi narrowed his focus and strength into the grouping of muscles that comprised the long barbed limb. For the first time in his unlife the ghost abandoned the fight for control of the creatures mind and body and instead put his full force into attacking a single limb. The focused, single limb possession, was strong enough to force the pincher open and downward to extend its full length and drag its sharp barbed exoskeleton along the tough green plants that carpeted the forest floor.

    The power of its back legs and the abrupt stall of the front pincher tipped the monster off balance. The head and thorax tipped downward while the back legs continued forward and upward with the momentum. A flash of panic lit across the creatures bulbous red eyes as its body teetered threateningly on the verge of flipping over.
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    Postby Allister on February 13th, 2019, 3:12 am

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    [right]Allister was in for more of an adventure than he had planned. He had no fear for his own life though he did wonder if he’d ever get the taste out of his mouth. Drool flung from the corners of his mouth as he wrapped his limbs around the massive pincher’s arm. The beast had stolen his staff and flung it into the jungle. It now sought to do the same to its bullish passenger. Black eyes could not absorb the actions of his teammate. Even Madeira faded from his focus but the panic and rage in her bond fueled him. It gave him strength to know that she shared his fear but it fomented his resolve to not let go.

    The screech the creature leveled shook the carapace and thus the etiolated parasite that was desperately clinging to its limb. The cry was for war and the battle had escalated to another phase. The initial attack was reactionary -a stance of defense for one’s home. The hyena could relate to that. He did not blame the creature for being defensive anymore than he blamed it for being hideous. However, that tide had washed out and left behind the exposed reef which was jagged with malice.

    The immense insect charged. As he held on for dear life, ghastly knuckles turned into shining knobs of purest salt. It was this might and endurance that allowed the naked man to tag along for the ride. Thin leaves lashed at him with frayed edges as sharp as bones in a whip’s tail. It didn’t matter. The stings, the thuds and the jarring vibrations faded as Allister looked up to see his bonded square in their path. Something had to be done. The former slave instantly committed himself to give up his life to save the goddess. The kelvic had no idea what the ghost was up to -he didn’t even think to venture a guess.

    Like any good story, the fight took yet another drastic and sudden turn on its way towards fruition. The pincher, opposite from Allister, dropped into the jungle floor’s tangle of roots, vines and compost mid-assault. Like an anchor dropped into a sandbar, the hull of the frenzied creature pitched and folded against itself as two momentums struggled for control. The hyena saw his chance to do something useful.

    Allister locked his ankles one over the other around the heavy weapon then squeezed his thighs with all his might. The strain slipped up and down the threads of his muscles which ran from his hips to his knees. With a roar of determination, he freed his teeth from their moorings on the animal and let go with his arms. Like a doll in the hands of an oblivious child, the upper body of the kelvic fell down to the ground. The initial contact was with a thick fern and it greeted Allister with a fine ‘how do ya do’ in the form of an audible crash. Dozens of stalks snapped and tore into his neck and shoulders but the new sensations of pain disengaged the fog in his mind. They were paltry little excuses for branches anyway. With all his will and all of his power, the bonded simpleton dug and clawed at the passing mess on the jungle floor for anything that he could grip. If the beast was struggling with holding up one side of its body, the weight and drag of Allister doing his best impression of an anchor might just topple the monstrosity.
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    The Red in the White

    Postby Madeira Dusk on February 18th, 2019, 11:32 pm

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      With both Jomi and Allister putting their full weight onto the creature's front, Madeira watched the tall creature bend and bend and bend until it spilled forward under its own momentum. She expected the crash to shake the earth, rattle the trees and set birds to flight. But perhaps the thing was not as heavy as its towering body suggested. It hit the dark jungle earth with a clacking and a thud, its buried claws digging up great clods of earth.

      Seeing her chance, Madeira loosed her arrow. This time she did not waste it on its hard, impenetrable exoskeleton, but aimed for its enormous compound eye. She held her wrist with her opposite hand to steady her aim, and pulled the trigger as the creature plowed to a stop, mashing its mandibles in fury.

      She leapt back as she draw back the leaver and loaded another bolt. Then she shot again, and again, almost as soon as the arrows were snapped in place. The green fire was bright in the dark undergrowth, reflecting evilly off its red eyes. But if it was red with blood she wasn't sure.

      "Enda for the love of gods help him!" she roared at the cowardly Svefra, who stood unmoving with his glinting machete hanging in his useless hands. "The smash that skinny part of its body, right there! Go." The last word bent and twisted in the air, reinforced by dijed she ripped into her throat from her shuddering soul. The hypnotism struck the same message subliminally as it did verbally, as she did all she could to push the frozen man into action.

      Allister was still there, bruised and beaten and presumably crushed under the creatures body. The bond was vibrating with a mirrored pain and terror, but she couldn't see her beloved.

      "Allister! Allister!"
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      Postby Taurina on March 1st, 2019, 6:38 am


      Great victories are often told by the side that wins the fight. For no one wants to hear the tale of woe told by those who lost. It matters little what the truth of events were or the precise details; just that one side came out on top while the other faded into nonexistence. A little embellishment is to be expected. It is required for spinning bloody battles of harsh reality into epic tales of glory and splendor. But in the case of the adventurers tasked by Otani against the mantis who made its home from death, every detail of the story is true.

      It was truly a ghost’s power that plunged the functioning claw of the beast into the ground, throwing it off balance and maiming its control. Really, a naked and half mad kelvic man swung like an acrobat as the tipping point that exposed the bug’s belly to the trees. And it was an Inarta and a human woman who shot at its vulnerable parts to bring Dira’s hand tighter around its heart. It was the Svefra whose part was smallest in this story, but he heeded is orders in the end. Going for the skinny part of the body with sharpened blade in hand, swinging precise hits to severe the whole into halves.

      It is hard to say which blow was the killing one. When the beast finally stopped thrashing and screaming and fighting for every claim upon life it had, there was nothing to be thought about but relief. It was likely the work of Jomi and Allister cooperating together to tip the thing on its back that solidified its fate. Then Madeira’s arrows aimed to its compound eyes that sealed the deal. Enda’s separation of its body just made sure there was no chance for a reviving. The thing’s great body giving out a groan as it slump still into the jungle floor. Its home now once again silent except for the panted breaths of the survivors and the name of one screamed from another’s throat.

      A reunion and regrouping was necessary for the battered group, but they did not have much time to remain idle. The night had not stalled and time was running out for them to complete their quest.

      Tav gave Madeira a grunt of a approval before he went to salvage what he could of his arrows. She had not failed and had led them more wise than not, he could not deny that, but he would not acknowledge her success more than that. Enda did not acknowledge it at all, too ashamed of his own inaction, he simply cleaned the beast’s blood off his machete and waited at the edge of the group making sure no supplies had been lost.

      “We need to move,” Tav said the moment things settled with the others. He looked to Madiera, something like respect in his face. “It is doubtful our bird would nest near something so territorial. I suggest the other direction, unless your ghost can spot us another nest… with something more birdlike in it preferred.” A slight glare was sent Jomi’s way with that comment, but the Inarta said nothing more. Just crossed his arms and waited for direction.

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      Postby Jomi on March 8th, 2019, 2:15 am

      The beast screamed one last time as the heavy armoured body tipped forward, sealing its fate.

      Jomi was barely present in the fight, his mind being consumed by the fight for the beast's claw. He could hear Madeira in the distance, barking orders at the men, and Allister grind his teeth into the beasts exoskeleton. And he was vaguely aware of the creatures bulbous compound eyes and the view of a hundred, fractured Madeira's sighting down her black skeletal arms. But it all felt so far away from where he was. The feral creature's instinctual defences pushed desperately against the invading force, forcing the ghost to concentrate hard on holding onto his hosts astral body. Being the incorporeal being that he was Jomi couldn't feel the Mantis' armoured stick-like body hit the ground. Or feel the hacking of the machete down its thorax. But he was very aware when the small wrist mounted crossbow found its mark, cutting away the beast's sight.

      The creatures death throws dug deep rivets into the soft, loamy jungle floor before the ghost felt its astral body peel away from the dying carcass. Jomi braced as the tide of self-preservation surged through the creatures body, but there was nothing a spirit could do in the face of the survival instincts of the living. Jomi came sputtering back to view after being aggressively thrown from the creatures body. The shock of being torn from the host left the spirit shaken as he carefully reconstructed himself. The exercise was almost therapeutic, rebuilding himself after sending so long being forced into an unfamiliar shape. Jomi starting from his head he condensed his mists and pulled them towards his core, sculpting the mists and adding definition and colour.

      The group appeared to be recovering from their shock. Slowly the group picked themselves up and reorientated themselves, drifting together almost mindlessly as they took stock of their situation.

      “We need to move,” Tav stated as Enda smeared his bloodied blade across the lush greens. “It is doubtful our bird would nest near something so territorial. I suggest the other direction, unless your ghost can spot us another nest… with something more birdlike in it preferred.”

      Jomi bristled indignantly at the subtle slight as the man locked his golden eyes on the ghost. Jomi knew he was overreacting, the ghost was just scared and tired like everyone else, but at that moment he didn't care. Jomi was used to being ignored by the living, or being reacted to with fear and hostility. But such casual disrespect from someone he'd just helped to protect was beyond the pale and he felt compelled to remind the humans just what they stood to lose.

      "Listen here, you fuckers."

      Jomi felt his mists pick up and scatter about his form in a hurricane of emotion as he gave in to the stress. Giving the ghosts high strung emotions a much needed outlet as he loomed above the beasts fallen body.

      "I am one more passive aggressive side-eye from Captain Sideline here from packing my shit up and leaving you all to die. I can just as easily blink my way to Lhavit if needed. And honestly, I'd enjoy the silence. And unless one of you sprouts wings in the next couple bells I'm going to be your best bet of finding this petching bird. So put a muzzle on your dog-" Jomi jutted an accusatory finger at the Inarta "before I decide you're all not worth the effort."

      The cathartic rant settled the ghosts nerves. His mists slowed their erratic, twisted dance as the ghost sniffed mightily at the humans and Kelvic. The ghost wasn't used to being useful in his etherial undead state, and the power he felt he had over the others was intoxicating.

      "Now, 'the ghost' is going to look for another nest. And if your really lucky, 'the ghost' might come back and tell you what he finds."
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