The creak of the wagon starts up behind him. And as they move towards the mountain, things get more rocky. Less civilized. And more constricted. Ambush-worthy.
Garrett clenched a fist as he said this, continuing forward. The pirate decided to make sure he was at the head of the group as his toughened skin made any initial surprise attack less likely to take him out of commission straight away.
Eldridge - "You see any water around here? Because otherwise, not a thing."
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**Eldridge nods and waits for the cart to get closer...**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**Eldridge, sick with nerves, clutches his sword in a hand he does his best to steady.**
Eldridge - "...anyone wanna go first?"
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Gulping a little, Garrett nodded. Edging towards the corner, he tried to give himself as small a viewing profile as possible as he leaned round to get as good a view as he could.
Garrett nodded back at Joyd before pressing forward, sacrificing stealth for a better look at what was going on. With any luck the garr would be too preoccupied with what they were doing to notice him.
Past the corner is a group of garr beating up.. Something. It's hard to tell what it is. Or was, since it seems to be a bloody pulp at this point. All three are marked with the same tattoo, the mark they saw on the bodies before.
Garrett crept back to the group, crouching down and lowering his voice to a whisker.
Garrett- There's a large group beating the hell out of something, they seem almost frenzied. That mark is tattooed on all of them... which combined with you saying it means 'slaughter' makes these garr the 'Brotherhood of Slaughter'... not as extinct as history claims. So, what do we do now?
**A glance at Eldridge would tell you he wasn't at all sure of this.**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Garrett began to answer Eldridge's question when the war drums began to pound. He stopped mid-sentence to return to the spot from which he had previously been able to see the garr.
My helpdesk should you need me.
Silas - "All of you have blades, which is a relief. Should it come to it, do any of you have any... less obvious talents?" He smiled wanly. "Perhaps?"
Garrett clenched a fist as he said this, continuing forward. The pirate decided to make sure he was at the head of the group as his toughened skin made any initial surprise attack less likely to take him out of commission straight away.
Eldridge - "You see any water around here? Because otherwise, not a thing."
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
My helpdesk should you need me.
"You guys hear that?"
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Ahead is a rhythmic pounding. Like drums. And some shouting. But they'll have to go around a corner to see more.
My helpdesk should you need me.
Eldridge - "...anyone wanna go first?"
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
My helpdesk should you need me.
It's a very squishy beating.
My helpdesk should you need me.
Garrett- There's a large group beating the hell out of something, they seem almost frenzied. That mark is tattooed on all of them... which combined with you saying it means 'slaughter' makes these garr the 'Brotherhood of Slaughter'... not as extinct as history claims. So, what do we do now?
**A glance at Eldridge would tell you he wasn't at all sure of this.**
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Probably would be a good idea to at least find out why they're beating the hell out of that thing, though...
The air around his hands distorts slightly as he begins to channel his magic.
My helpdesk should you need me.
Garrett began to answer Eldridge's question when the war drums began to pound. He stopped mid-sentence to return to the spot from which he had previously been able to see the garr.
My helpdesk should you need me.