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Eianna Imryll J'Oren

Eianna the Sylven Ranger- as played in Herofall

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a character in “Herofall”, as played by oldtimereminiscence

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Eianna Imryll J'Oren
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CHARACTER STATS: (STR:14)(INT:13)(WIS:10)(DEX: 16)(CON:10)(CHA:17)

Race: Sylven (Itace Tribe)
Age: 174
Class: Ranger
Gender: Female
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 136lbs
Languages: Common, Low Sylvan

Likes:
Eianna adores many of the pleasures of the outdoor world; cool water pools on warm days, a mountain breeze or a breathtaking view are often sufficient to break her from even the foulest mood. This doesn't mean that she dislikes town, however, as it is only within towns and small gatherings that people are prone to truly make merry, and Eianna is often to be found enraptured by a bard, poet or musician when confined to within the city walls. She also adores all warm and mulled wines- one of the few bonuses of the chill winter seasons.

Dislikes:
Of all of the things that insight Eianna to disgust and rage, killing without reason, and ending a life without due dignity are among the highest. For those of common stock, this has often been a matter of confusion- how can one kill, when one values life? Yet her reasoning is simple; to kill for the purposes of food is perfectly acceptable, if one acknowledges the sacrifice of the creature that will soon nourish oneself. To offer death to an enemy in battle, or to strike in stealth one who would do more harm to others in an open assault is also agreeable, as long as their death is respected, and all efforts are taken to end the life of the enemy swiftly and with minimum pain. It is this core value which drove her steadily from her tribesmen, whose haughty temperament often saw them looking down upon those without Sylven blood. Though seemingly small in nature, this seed of derision lead Eianna to question the very structures of the tribes themselves; regarding many of the elders as entrenched in disputes long since laid in the dust.

Beliefs/Religion:
Eianna observes the turnings of the seasons as many would the tenants of their god. Where possible she seeks out time in the quiet, wild spaces to clear her mind of the clutter of everyday mortality. To this end she prefers being outside cities to being locked within them for a significant period, and observes the summer and winter solstice, as well as spring and autumn equinox's as religious celebrations and seeks majestic places to spend these days where possible. In her eyes, it is the rotations of the seasons that will lay waste to all mortal things in the end regardless of lifespan. Time and nature are the great levellers... resulting in a profound hatred of all things undead who haunt the living and pervert the rightful passage of time.

Personality/Temperament:
Eianna is, generally, a patient soul. This works well for her in the wild, where waiting until the prey is at ease is often the surest way to a clean kill. However this does mean that delay which serves no purpose, or conversations that follow the same circular track without reaching a conclusion is one of the things surest to drive her towards action.

Inventory/Equipment:

Weapons
Longbow & Arrows, Longsword, Knife.

Attire
Eianna routinely wears her leather armour, which is unremarkable save for the winding vines carved across the shoulders. This armor is worn over a worn aegean blue tunic and dark trousers, with both her boots and gloved made of leather that might once of been black, but is now various shades 'dark'. Her hair is tied back from her face with a single long blue ribbon.

Miscellaneous
As Eianna spends more nights beneath the stars than inside, she has all the gear she needs to allow her to do this in some semblance of relative comfort, without adding too much weight or bulk to herself for times when she needs to move quickly and stealthily. She also carries a journal and writing supplies in order to track both her journeys, and various methods of hunting and sneaking that do or don't work in particular terrains.

Companion
While Eianna's pragmatic nature has often led others to consider her remote and uncaring, she can be found with one companion consistently nearby. The pale owl Pitya, raised from an abandoned egg by Eianna herself follows her Sylven companion with all the faithfulness and loyalty of a trained hound, while remaining entirely hidden to those Eianna herself neither knows nor trusts. By day she follows Eianna's lead, but come the half-light or true darkness, it is Pitya's senses that the ranger trusts best.

Background/History:

Eianna was raised within the Itace tribes, yet never found her true home as one of their number. At first she believed it to be the individual tribe that was at fault- overly tight leadership in one, bickering amongst the people of another... yet over the course of a hundred years, she came at last to realise that it was she that was the problem. Perhaps she had spent too long alone in the wilderness, observing, exploring, documenting the movements of all things living within her sight. Perhaps it was this curiosity which had driven her first to talk with a single travelling dwarven trader, and then with many others who made camp within the tribes territories... and with each she saw, not inferiority, but a spark of brilliance. Life shone forth from their faces in a thousand different hues, sparkling as they described their homeland, their families, their pleasures and their pains.

How then could she have taken the view of her elders- that those without Sylven blood are necessarily inferior? How, when she had held a newborn babe in her arms as the cleric-turned-midwife tended to the mother, could she believe this child lacked merit?

And so she'd abandoned the tribes, who had seemed as glad to she her leave as she was to go... yet without a home, a territory or a tribe, Eianna was left with little to her name, and alone. It didn't take long for her to sketch out a makeshift 'territory' for herself, entering small towns to pick up business- mostly guiding and guarding merchant parties through thick woodland, managing to keep the boisterous traders and the curious wildlife apart... for the most part at least. And, while she had to admit that the pull of gold did not hold any particular sway over her heart, it was nice to occasionally spend a day in the bathhouses, or a week holed up in a tavern when the worst of the winter snows rolled in...

So begins...

Eianna Imryll J'Oren's Story

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October 12th, 2:00 PM, Morian City, Fistfoot Tavern

Three adventurers find themselves in a crowded tavern on the edge of the city of Morian. The capitol of the Empire of Aldora. An intimidating female warrior towering over everyone, a sylvan ranger and the clerical champion of Tash, a rare sight in a time when more and more of the old gods abandon the mortal world. Most people in the tavern are human, with a few scattered Gnomes. A couple of dwarves and a mean looking half orc at the bar, shouting, drinking and making quite the mess. In the far corner of the tavern you notice two hooded figures conversing quietly, their faces hidden in shadows but overall minding their own business. The three of you are old friends, having taking part in various quests and adventures many years ago, however three years ago you went your separate ways and only now have you finally managed to reconnect. Deciding talk over a few drinks and remiss over past adventures. As you all take a seat near the door next to a window, you see a small gnomish girl walk toward you. "Anything to drink for ya? We got all the goods for tonight. A new shipment of dwarven ale as well as the old classics." The Gnome looks up at the insanely tall Yala Steelblood in awe, gazing blankly without words, perhaps concerned or anxious.

What Do You Choose To Do?

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The message had arrived at a seemingly random campfire- a message passed form traveler to traveler as they moved through her patch... No, not a message, an invitation. An invitation for drinks, music and merriment with at least one of those she might hesitantly consider a friend. It was a rarity in these uncertain days- and more so when those friends were of human stock for blessed as that race seemed to be for ingenuity and bravery, they seemed equally likely to walk themselves into a danger from which they could not retreat. They were such a strange people, humans; for lives as short as theirs were, you'd think that they'd do everything within their power to lengthen and protect their existence... yet she'd seen acquaintances run into the jaws of dire wolves, contracts step out of carriages to face bandits 'with honor' and little else, and friends jump from the highest waterfalls simply to feel the rush of air before the cool embrace of the water below.

Madmen. That was the only explanation. They were, almost without exception, driven as mad by their passions as they were powered by their inner spark and Eianna loved them for it. Sometimes for longer than the poor mad fools were alive.

It was why the simple verbal message, the offer for a meeting with friends at a time when they might each be passing through had been enough to coax her from her usual routes and haunts and into the small town. It hadn't been particularly difficult to find the tavern: the flaked, battered green wood of the door had been repainted red sometime during the winter season, but it was nevertheless the same small, fragrant, well used abode that it had been after the last harvest, and the spring before that, and the harvest before...

If the young woman behind the bar had been taken aback by the appearance of the wild-seeming Sylven ranger in her doorway, she had the good grace not to show it as Eianna stepped easily around the assortment of furniture between them to make her inquiries. The woman proves to be quick about her duties too, for it takes no more than a handful of minutes for Eianna to find herself ushered into a tiny private bathing chamber. The barmaid stayed long enough to activate the small hidden sigil that would heat the water within without the need for endless back-and-forth to do so (it was a little luxury, and one they charged extortionately for, but it didn't perturb the elf in the slightest) and soon enough Eianna was neck deep in warm, fragrant water.

In the time it had taken for the elf to reappear again, dressed in a considerably more civilized manner than when she’d first arrived, the tavern had filled with its lunchtime crowd- or so it would seem. A glance around the tables had quickly reassured her that she was, indeed, still the first member of their little crew to arrive despite her distraction by luxury. A handful of words and a quick exchange of coin between herself and man behind the bar sees soon swerving her way through the tavern to an empty table with three tankards clasped between her hands. It seems to have been a good thing too- for it doesn’t take long until her companions arrive. As the bustle of the tavern continues to grow, Eianna grins lightly at the suggestion of further drinks- after all, she had fought her way to the bar when it was quieter. It was someone else’s turn now…

It’s a short lived victory, however, and she almost sighs in frustration as the young gnome makes her way towards them. Damned civilized hospitality.

“Another ale, please?”

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Yala offered a grin, one befitting of her size. She'd had been out one the road for far too long, even longer than usual. They had grown even gloomier, much to her own dismay, there had been cases were it dawned upon her that she couldn't possibly handle the problem the occasional villages she ran into had, of course, not without recieving a sound beating from them and in turn giving one back. Practically entire warbands of orcs roamed the lands. The wolves were no longer wolves, they were twisted beasts no longer deservant of being called animals. It had been way too long since she had gotten to drink anything, even longer since she was offered drink by someone else.

She was sifting through the good amount of people, normally, one would be quite capable of navigating the crowd without as much as needing to touch anyone. Yet, it was much, much more difficult for Yala. Not like she found it annoying or anything, placing her palms atop their hands and quite roughly pushing them aside. Yet, noone would as much as think the thought of starting some commotion, some turned abruptly around to give her a glare, only to then with a strange amount of awe stare at the beaming giantess, partly stunned by the fear she instilled and partly to just how adorably happy she seemed.

Giving a wide chuckle she sweeped both her arms to up into a welcoming gesture, againt, bumping into some unfortunate patrons. The laugh itself causing the ones not hit to attempt their best to make some space for her, not wishing to recieve another muscular arm to the face. With a quite startling spring to her step she dove onto one knee, causing the planks underneath her to creek worryingly, all with the intent of answering the gnome. "Biggest mug ya got, filled to the brim with dwarven spirit! Don't dilute it on me, then water will be just as good!" Offering the same beaming smile and holding the same surprising quickness she rose up again, leaving the gnome in her slightly stunned self, man, she loved gnomes.

Almost like a predator, her gaze quite quickly locked onto the Sylvan sitting relatively close to her, apprantly Yala hadn't as much as acknowledged her presence yet. One couldn't help but to feel like they're actively shrinking as Yala made her way towards them, by now, most patrons were quick to practically dive out of her way, especially now that she had set deadly aim onto Eianna. Throwing out both arms she lets out a shameless squeal: "Raaangeeer~!" Leaning over the table in attempt to sweep Eianna into a lethal, soul-crushing hug. Hopefully not devastating the table in the process

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Trevor had spent three weeks in Rutherdeep and the Redwyrm mountains, confirming reports and studying the unexpected existance of Elmrics Ents in the area. The smallish tree creatures, standing at a scant eight to nine foot tall, seemed to be doing well enough in their new habitat; however he hadn't been able to determin what had caused this particular group to migrate so far from their native Pyrah mountains. He had sent the message when he left Rutherdeep, his intention to study the Elmrics and then make his way to Tarook where he could take a river boat to Morian and then book passage on a ship back to Haven. It had been three years since he had left Haven, rarely leaving the Library in that time, he thought it would be nice to see old friends at least. So long as it didn't lead to any unnecessary adventures.

So he had finished his research, made his way to Tarook and taken a ferry to Morian, more or less on schedule. He stood before the now red door and stretched before pushing it open. The Fistfoot tavern was the same as it had always been. Oh there were differences, the door was no longer green, most of the chairs had been replaced, here and there he could see any number of things that weren't the same, but the tavern itself was the same. It wasn't unlike an old friend that you haven't seen in three years. And old friends is exactly what he saw. Yala was the first person anyone would spot in a room as not many humans stood seven and a half feet tall, regardless of the beacon of red hair she had. Eianna was less obvious in a crowd, though Trevor noticed her almost immediately as well. After these he took note of the dwarves and half orc shouting at the bar, and two figures who struck his eye sitting in a corner conversing beneath their hoods. He was unsure if they were members of the Library, of course wearing a hood was not unique to members of the Library Arcana, plenty of people both wore hoods and spoke quietly in the corner of taverns, assassins for instance, spies, saboteurs. Some how in all his many years at the LIbrary he had never realized the number of ill intentioned types who wore hoods indoors. He unconsciously pulled his own down from atop his head as he made his way to the table.

"You used to have a very nice cider, from Finwich I believe it was." He spoke to the gnomish waitress as he approached the table. "I will have the largest mug you have of that, and apple pie if you've got it. A whole one will do." He remained standing as Yala attempted to hug Eianna before taking a seat next to the later. "Please do not hug me Yala. I would not want to regret this occasion so suddenly." He delivered the line flatly with a dead serious face, though he allowed the slightest curve of a smirk after a moment. "I am glad you both could make it, I do hope you haven't been waiting long. It is good to see you both again. I fear these last four weeks have been the most I've spent outside of the Library since last we saw each other. As much as I hate to admit it, I may have missed being out in the world."

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The young Gnomish girl quickly brings out another round of drinks. At the other end of the tavern, the half orc and two dwarves seem to be as loud as ever. Drinks spill and glasses are knocked over. Shattered glass covering the dusty wooden floor. The Gnomish girl shyly attempts to clean up the mess, but she can't seem to find a way in between them to do fix the mess. Meanwhile, people continue to come and go like normal. Baskets of bread, cheese and fish are handed out freely to the masses of people crowding the busy tavern. The sun shines high in the sky, but the clouds grow and a slight rain begins to fall. Everything seems normal, but its only a matter of time for sure. Sudden a roaring sound echoes across the sky, a bright light illuminates the city and everyone goes silent...


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All hands brace for impact!


That was the only warning to the abrupt jerk as the ship rocked violently from the impact of a massive projectile, shields were down, and the already embattled armor did little to keep the slug from tearing through the vessel's hull.

Cameron felt the rush of air through the corridor, which was only added to the cacophony of people shouting all around him, and the audible klaxon of the ship's alarm system. He knew the hull breach was dangerously close. Another impact knocked him from his feet, and he grunted upon hitting the floor. Sparks showered down from a nearby conduit with a loud pop, the lights flickered, and the calm voice of the ship's commander rang clear through the hallway.

"This is the Commander, all hands abandon ship!"

when the announcement came over the ship's intercom; Cam had to make a split second decision. The air kept rushing, and the massive vessel was starting to lose power, and artificial gravity, getting to his feet Cam ran, he ran like his life depended on it. Labored breaths filled his lungs as his chest heaved for what little oxygen was left, he was near an escape pod, and decided to make a split second escape.

In an instant he grabbed the emergency survival pack and jumped into the pod, which was little more than the size of a large van. Reaching up he secured the emergency pack and pulled the lever, the metal door slammed shut and his restraints tightened. There was a loud clunk and the pod lurched, careening down its launch tube, everything went silent as it cleared the ship. Three Coalition ships pummeled the lone Reverence, and someone got a lucky shot as a blinding flash engulfed the ship, the reactor had gone, and it culminated in an explosion so bright, it would appear as a second sun to those on the planet below.





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Five long minutes, Cam watched the explosion dissipate in horror, the ships jumped away leaving the lone survivor stranded in uncharted space. The pod began to shake, it was hitting atmosphere, the air brakes soon deployed, but everything was engulfed in fire. A shooting star in daylight sky. The parachute deployed, along with a bright orange cushion under the conical escape pod, but Cameron's world went dark, after striking his head on the restraint bar. The still smoking pod came to rest in a clearing just outside what seemed to be a settlement of some kind.

Slowly, he came to, his eyes opened up and he took in the surroundings. Silence, the pod had come to a stop, the safeties deployed and he seemed to be in one piece.

Checking the readings a moment, the atmosphere outside was breathable, this was good news. With one hand, he pulled the release, and the restraints came loose, retracting up into the seat.

He groaned, and rubbed his head before moving to grasp a lever that was supposed to release the hatch, the lever clicked, and the hatch opened up, letting a swift, cool breeze into the pod, and allowing Cam to survey the strange, alien landscape around him.

He threw his rucksack over his back, and adjusted his BDU shirt to better fit, and his combat vest to better bear the load of the backpack. He checked his Disruptor pistol and the small bandoleer of ten fusion cells.

"Welp, looks like first thing's first, source food, and clean water." He said to himself. "And figure out exactly where in Tartarus I'm at... but that will have to wait until night, so I can chart the stars."

Grass, and gravel crunched under his feet as he stepped down, and he looked up at the bright sun, wincing at the blinding light.

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EIANNA|YALA|TREVOR
Hordes of people begin to exit the tavern as what looks like a falling star crashes into the plains on the outskirts of the city. Roughly two miles from the outer walls. People begin to gather on the streets, some fearfully lock their doors and hide away in their homes, others curiously start heading towards the eastern gate toward where the light seemed to land. A few dozen soldiers in plated chainmail pass by the tavern in formation and start clearing a path through the crowd.

CAMERON GAGE
Cameron examines the land and is easily able to find all manner of plant life, not far from where you crashed are handful of scattered bushes with deep red colored berries that luckily escaped the fire of your crash. A dozen burned oak trees tower over the crash site, slowly smoldering into ashes. To the north, south and east is more open wilderness... but to the west you can see the faint glint of what looks like sunlight on metal. Just a few hundred yards away. The foliage is too thick for you to see the city, but you get the strange feeling that you may not be the only intelligent life on this planet. It could be the strange chill in the air, or the howl of the steady rain, or perhaps the broken slingshot you just stepped on.


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Eianna watches the chaos begin to spread from the moment Yala arrived. This was part of why she'd arrived early. Oh, the opportunity to make herself clean and presentable in warm water, with access to as many fragment soaps as she could wish was certainly part of it, but Yala always made quite and entrance- and at her height, people tended to notice. So the Sylven is perfectly content to wait, both long fingered hands wrapped around her mug of ale until it became clear that she was likely to be the giantess' next target. Only then did she set her drink aside and scoot quickly to one side to allow the grab to pull her around the table rather than over or through it- neither of which sounded like as enjoyable an option for her as it might have been for Yala.

She manages to twist herself just enough to keep Yala from completely smothering her in the course of embrace, and manages to return it to some degree while saying "Well met, Yala! Are you well?" The question is as much a prompt for the other woman to let her go as it is a reflection of her honest concern for the wellbeing of her companion. After all- as formidable as the warrior was, the world seemed to darken with each passing day, and if they didn't look out for one another, who would?

Sinking back into her seat, Eianna smiles warmly at Trevor despite his seemingly gruff introduction. "I'm not that surprised. The amount of trouble we riled up, I wasn't sure I'd see you this side of the century..."

Whatever pleasantries might have been about to follow, however, are silenced as the tavern door slams against the wall (itself not an uncommon occurrence) followed by a panicked shout and a sudden movement of people. Eianna finds her feet quickly, glancing to her companions in askance; "Did he say a falling star?" She doesn't wait for the answer, however, and instead turns her fleetness of foot to her advantage, dodging and weaving her way through the crowd and out of the door with relative ease... only to slow to a stunned halt as her gaze travels up, tracking the line of smoke that hung, still visible in the clear air above them. She's aware of the squawk and yell of panicked townsfolk around her- most scuttling towards their homes or ducking inside like burrowing creatures, but she tunes it out and instead turns on her heel and looks back towards her companions. "Trev! Yala! Come on. We've got to go!" she swivels slightly, mentally placing herself within the landscape around her, tracking the dissipating smoke trail from its appearance down towards its probable landing. "It headed towards the stag-circle. I don't think its far! Lets go!"

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Giving out a laugh which could sunder mountains Yala practically dragged the Sylvan up and across the table. Luckily Eianna's excellent foresight made it so that the mugs didn't get tipped over by her. Yet again, Eiannna had quite excellently kept her from being killed by the show of affection. Finally, holding her by her shoulders Yala sets her back down into seat, gazing out across the people before once again locking onto Trevor, only just barely able to contain herself thanks to his rather cold retort, yet it seemingly had no effect on her other than to keep her from attempting the same show with him.

She nodded, apparently attempting to follow with them, before in just a second sweeping her one arm across the table infront her, sweeping up one of the comically small mugs, pouring it down her throat and then setting it down again. Rather impressive for anyone not having witnessed her antics before. Switching her gaze between the two, rather pleased with the fact that the two of them remembered her name. "I'm always good ranger! You should know that." Offering a grin at her own comment, sure, things are getting harder, but it's not hard enough, yet.

It was a rather blissful moment, it'd take something pretty major for something to interrupt the moment. A fallen star sounds pretty spot on. She was directly behind Eianna, following her out. The elf gave the people infornt of them a few elbows, followed by Yala then pushing them straight down onto their asses, she fell behind a little. She didn't want to get so tactless as in order to break straight through the crowd outside. Finally, flinging the last man to the side she lowered herself to Eianna's height, raising an amused eyebrow at her "You're the ranger! This does after all seem damn fun, lead away!" Patting her atop her back, again, this motion which was casual and friendly by Yala was considerably more rough on the recieving side.

She did ask the woman to lead, yet Yala caught herself rather briskly walking towards the strange light illuminating the distance, a smile atop her lips and star-crossed eyes, she really hoped there'd be something big to smack there."Hurry it up also! You're quick on your tiny feet, show it! We need to get there before the others take all the scraps!"

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As the chaos erupted Trevor huffed. This was decidedly not what he had been looking forward too. While his companions jumped to the ready, one deftly picking her way through the crowd, the other casually moving the crowd out of her way, the cleric remained seated. His hands cradle the mug of cider as he stared blankly into it. There was an urge to stay, to simply let the tavern empty out and enjoy the coming quiet. The urge to let the others go off towards adventure and action and fallen stars.

Of course this urge was overridden by both his academic curiosity and his loyalty to Tash. It would do no good for a Cleric if the god of the heavens to ignore something falling down from them. So he reluctantly got up, took a long drink, and set off, now firmly at the tail end of the scattering crowd. As he entered the street it was easy to find the column of smoke, as well as his taller companions hair above the rest of the crowd. "This is what I get for leaving for admitting to having missed being out here." he huffed as he set his path toward the rising smoke, walking with purpose, but arguably not with much urgency. "Do please try not to kill anything before I get there, save it tries to kill you first." he yelled ahead.

As he walked his sense of urgency increased, perhaps not to the level of his companions, but enough to at least attempt to keep within a stones throw of them.

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Cam spent the better part of ten minutes trying to survey his surroundings, most of it appeared to be open wilderness, or forestry, but the faint glint of metal caught his attention, a settlement of some kind perhaps.

Gritting his teeth, he looked back to the pod, and then swiftly turned his head in the direction of the settlement. This wasn't good in his mind, it appeared it wouldn't be long before the locals showed up, whether they were hostile, or passive, was to be seen, but Cameron had to make himself disappear, before he was caught off guard by whoever, or whatever was bound to investigate.

The steady rain was slowly starting to saturate the ground, and Cam's footsteps made a heavy sloshing sound as the charred dirt and ash below him turned to mud. He had pulled everything out of the pod that he could, but there was still computer instruments inside, as well as a distress pulser, emergency flares, and an emergency crash axe.

Cameron noted the axe, but considering he had to make himself scarce, he would return for the emergency supplies in time.

Turning his attention to the oak tree, the knurled trunk provided the perfect climbing opportunity. Swiftly slinging his rifle over his back, he started towards the tree, grabbing whatever he could to scale the trunk, hoping to gain a better vantage point.

Water soaked his uniform, and made his grip uneasy, but perseverance propelled him to the top of the large oak tree, granting him a better vantage of the surrounding wilderness, and an excellent vantage over the crash site.

Securing himself against the main trunk, he surveyed; this new world would present a challenge he thought.

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The crowd slowly began to thin as the imperial soldiers neared the eastern gate. "Everyone please find your way home, we promise there is nothing to fear!" Most of them awkwardly found some place indoors to crash, but a few still waited about outside. As you pass some of the citizens you hear them gossiping to each other. "Oh thats the 2nd star that fell this week!" "Perhaps lady night has abandoned us like the other gods?!" More soldiers arrive at the gate, at least thirty now, stopping everyone from leaving the city. "We promise we will look in the matter. But for now we urge you to return to your homes." With that the massive gate opened and from around the street corner, a half dozen knights on horseback exit the city towards the source of the massive pillar of smoke that now reached the clouds. However they don't seem to be clad in the typical fashion of a knight. These knights are... different. Clothed in black and grey robes with full plate armor, crossbows and what looks like sheathed long swords.

CAMERON GAGE
You are able to climb the tree easy enough. As you climb higher in the tree you are eventually able to see over the canopy, to your west is a massive walled city, at least two miles away from whats looks to be the main gateway. You can barely make out the redish/black flags... as well as what seems to be six horseman clad in bright silver armor and dark robes. It doesn't take long for them to reach the crash site. The six horseman circle the crater and one of them, who looks like a young man, no more then twenty years old speaks out loud. "This is exactly like the star that fell yesterday!", an older more grisly looking knight gazed angrily at the wreckage. "If it is anything like the other one, we need to hunt down and kill the... thing... before it reaches civilization. We cant allow that kind of slaughter again." The other knights went quite for a moment, then the same grey haired knight spoke again. "Fan out! The creature cant have gone far!"


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Cameron sat silently atop his oaken perch, watching intently as the men on horseback made their way to the small pod. His eyes watched them, their movements, their hands, their demeanor, assessing the level of training they might have, but also their clothing.

The natives on this world were primitive, this was both a boon and unfortunate, his weapons could overpower the natives, assuming they didn't have magic.

He grit his teeth slightly.

Where there were primitives such as these, there was almost always magic, that was the rule of thumb taught in basic training.

Usually this wouldn't be a problem, as the Aschen Empire had long since developed countermeasures to negate and prevent the use of magical energies, but in this situation, Cameron didn't have such technologies at his disposal, and would have to rely on his wit, and his training.

They mentioned a second star, this made his brows furrow as he thought for a moment.

"Another escape pod? It couldn't have been, we weren't tracking any other ships in the area..."

His gut wrenched, whoever these people were, they were hostile, which was the worst case scenario in a survival situation.

He reached back and silently eased his weapon forward, laying down prone on a thick branch, and controlling his breathing, they were fanning out, which meant he hadn't been noticed... yet.

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Eianna isn't surprised to find Yala right on her tail as she stepped out of the tavern, but she nevertheless felt the thrill of excitement at facing the unknown with others at her shoulder. It wasn't that she was particularly prone to loneliness as far as it went, but there was a certain amount of cautious pessimism that was required for survival in the wild- particularly now. Together, however, they'd started (and ended) brawls, and faced creatures only the Trevor had known the name for... and each time they'd survived. The proposition of having the giantess by her side (or, in this case, several strides ahead) and Trevor at her back turned this falling star from an omen of dread to a rush of the unknown.

It seems to be pure misfortune that the guards have a moment to assemble themselves before the group had a chance to step out of the gate. Even from a distance Eianna can see them beginning to mass- and hearing the whispers and fear of those obediently flowing back to their homes it seemed clear enough that this was an agreed-upon course of action after whatever had occurred yesterday. Which meant that simply asking nicely wouldn't cut it.

But then, this wasn't the first time they'd been met with well meaning opposition. Eianna smothered a smile and whistled a single high pitch from between her teeth- one aimed at getting Yala's attention before she ploughed into the guards and started something more troublesome yet. Glancing behind her to Trevor, Eianna mouths only 'Apologies' before glancing back towards the giantess. "Remember Blackmouth?" the words are mouthed, and she waits for a nod of realisation before taking a deep breath, and beginning her act.

The first step was to roll her shoulders awkwardly- enough to unbalance the quiver she'd thoughtlessly collected on her way out of the tavern, leaving it seemingly half in danger of falling. The next was to break into an uneasy run.... and shriek. There are words, but they seem lilting even in their distress; Sylven.

"No! Did you see it? That's my home, my home! I have to go! Let me out- let me OUT! No, you have to... its the forest- my people- I'm an elf you fool, I have to go! Gods please, please!" Eianna's comment about her race is accentuated by her ripping the thick ribbon from her hair that held it back, and provided some semblance of subtlety about her race. She switches to broken, hysterical common then, and continues her pleas- throwing herself weeping into Yala's arms almost as soon as the giantess arrives.

It wasn't a sophisticated gambit- but it had worked in the past... and the elves were, after all, gifted in the arts- though it was usually more high minded than focused on improvised hysterics... but Eianna would leverage every skill she had when the moment required it. And besides, who could resist a hysterical elf who seemed to have only the faintest grasp of common, the looming Yala at her side, or Trevor whose gravitas was often the key to selling the whole damned deal...

Well, hopefully not these guards.


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The Half orc, now stood at the gate whom had been enjoying merriments and drinks with the two noisy dwarves, if he wasn’t sober he certainly was knocked back into his senses, the large half-orc watched the falling light but didn’t stay long to watch it collide with the earth beyond the walls, he made his way through the crowd and once able enough to get into a running speed, race back to his smithy to fetch his equipment, he wasn’t going to let this opportunity for a new forge material to escape him, nor was he going to let the local guard go it alone.

He donned his armour quickly, and tightened his gauntlets up, he sheathed the sword and made his way back out, a pickaxe for mining hung from a sling of leather off his back and a empty sack for carrying material back hung over his shoulder.

Returning to the sound of Sylvan and broken common hysterics from an elf, he watched the imperial guards closely, he stepped forward, hoping really the imperial guards allowed an lowly part-time watchman to investigate.

“I enquire why so many of the guard are needed for this?” Tsarrack stood just a couple inches taller than Yala, clad in a patchwork of studded leather armour a breastplate and other light but protective pieces, apart from the spiked knuckles gauntlets he wore, his skin a dirty tanned green and his eyes ruddy red and dull looking, his physical build was nothing to scoff at either, the half-orc no thanks to his ancestry was two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle. he set his sheathed blade down the tip of the blade sitting between two stones of the cobbled road, he’d lean onto it and raise an eyebrow, looking to the grey and black clad knights riding out.

“and who the heck are those guys?” he leaned back and threw an arm out towards them, “if those sods are allowed to leave than why can’t experienced warriors?” now he was just gonna get himself in trouble with that comment.

How far can i push my luck? the thought run through his head, he shifted his weight and lifted the sword up gripping its hilt and bringing it up to rest on his shoulder. He glanced to the trio who had gathered in the tavern whilst he was going to get shitfaced with the two dwarves until something exciting happened. He did however take a few steps back giving himself and the guards some personal space.

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Yala was not enjoying her current situation, most of it thanks to one single notion. She did indeed remember Blackwatch, one would think, thanks to her rather savage looks, one of an outsider and warrior, someone who rarely opens up and stays within her hardened attitude, rather this wasn't Yala at all, she could lie, play and follow the charismatic card way more than one would think. Letting a sudden panicked expression flood her face, eyes darting between the elf and the soldiers. An practically adorable amount of helplessness displayed in her eyes.

"Warriors, soldiers! Help me, our elf, the mistress cannot remain any longer! I need to bring her to the forest, quickly! You must let me pass, she'll not last! Practically flinging Eianna with her while talking, throwing herself into the giantess arms certainly gave her some freedom, and she used it. It had barely taken a second before she had sweeped the Sylvan off her feet, shaking her desperatly like a doll towards the Guards. "I'll.. Not let you stop me!" It almost seemed as if she was about to burst into tears, a sight which none of her previous party members had ever gotten close to seeing, the ones who knew her would certainly think it strange for the sudden immensely strong acting, in truth, Yala practically convinced herself that her words were true. Taking a step towards the guards, taking a rather determinated gaze over the gate. A gaze who could make any man feel like shrinking down into his own boots.

"Let us out, now, she'll not survive anymore! Quickly! Accompanying it all, was the warrior's the booming voice, every single guard present could undoubtedly hear her, those in the tavern too, practically anyone near, especially now that she was in such poetic spirit, her pure devotion to the role was rather admirable.

Yet behind it was that one notion, she really didn't like playing like this, if the guards weren't gonna budge for her then she'd without a shred of hesitation storm through them, Eianna flinged over her shoulder and Trevor hopefully figuring something out, per usual. Her past comrades should definitely know that.

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Trevor arrived to a curious scene. Yala carrying Eianna like some over sized doll prop, the former pleading for the gates to be opened, the later in apparent emotional distress. A third party, the half orc from the tavern, also seemed to be petitioning for a right to exit the city. The thirty soldiers standing guard on the wrong side of the gate were at this moment the least interesting people in the scene.

"What is going on here?" Trevor mustered up as much authority and gravitas as he could, and being a Cleric that was quite a bit. "Would you truly keep this elf maid from her own people? I suppose you would not rush off yourselves if your home what in danger. Fools! Make way and stand aside, Tash has cast down a sign. His Cleric demands passage to go to it. Be quick, lest the god of the heavens sees fit to drop a star on your own home in his anger!"

He stood strait and tall, though between the half orc and the near giant he was far from the tallest person the guards were looking at. However, magic had a certain way about making a person seem more formidable, especially to the simply minded. He wasn't sure if it would work, but he was sure he'd rather the guards let them through than the alternative. If he knew anything about Yala there would be a fight if things didn't go their way.

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EIANNA|YALA|TREVOR|TSARRACK
Its been less then ten minutes since the star fell and already the city guard seems overwhelmed. The antics pulled by Eianna and Yala seemed to have grabbed their attention. One older dwarven guard with a long black beard ushered both of them out quickly. "Fine! Fine! Get out of here with your racket, your gonna cause a panic!" Tsarrack barely managed to squeeze past the guards, staying close behind the two strangers as if he was part of their group. Several other guards attempted to block Trevor, but upon hearing the proud words of the cleric, they hesitated and looked among each other as if questioning if he was truly a cleric or not. It almost seemed as if they wouldn't allow him to pass, but luckily one of them noticed the holy seal of Tash around his neck. "Sure whatever... god lover. Leave, do what you gotta do." Finally all of you had exited the eastern gate. Straight ahead was a gravel path that lead out into the great wilderness of Vespar. Only a couple miles away you could easily see the smoke ascending unto the clouds. However the three friends notice the strange half orc that had somehow weaseled their way through the gate with you. You recognize him as the same half orc from the tavern.

CAMERON GAGE
As the six darkened knights spread out, they don't wander far. The older knight pulls out what seems to be a glowing emerald sigil that appears to glow brighter the closer he gets to the tree you are hiding in. Before long all six knights on horseback have circled the tree and collectively look up at the strange space man standing on an oaken branch. "We know your their and we know what you are... Aschen Man." Five of the knights pull out what looks to be cross bows aimed directly towards you. The older knight who you assume is the leader of this group unsheathes his sword. But this is no ordinary sword. The blade itself is pitch black and an intense aura of elemental darkness seems to emanate from it. The air quickly becomes bitter cold and what looks like an icy frost begins to consume the bottom of the tree, slowly climbing up into the branches. The knight makes an evil sadistic grin and calls out to Cameron. "Surrender now and I promise your death will be quick!"

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It appeared camouflage wouldn't quite cut it, once the sigil came out, and they started to approach his tree he had to make a choice.

They had him outnumbered six to one, and it seemed five of them were packing what seemed like crossbows. Gage silently ran the numbers in his head. He held the advantage in that the twenty-five charge magazine in his disruptor rifle could eliminate them before they had a chance to reload their crossbows, but that would mean he'd have to provoke them all into firing.

"We know your their and we know what you are... Aschen Man."

The mention seemed to pique his attention, and he slowly crept up, running his thumb across a small switch on the side of his rifle, a shrill, and audible electronic whine followed.

Cameron kept his movements slow, and deliberate, the crossbowmen hadn't fired, which meant they either intended to let the leader kill him, or they intended to take him prisoner. They had also asked him to surrender, either this was an arrogant taunt on their part, or they were unsure of his capabilities and hoping to intimidate him into surrendering.

"If you know what I am then you know I am not a threat." Cameron said slowly. He was looking at their positioning, their eyes were on him, which meant the muzzle-flash from his weapon would hopefully temporarily blind them, if he had to use it.

"And you also know that my people would not look kindly on this, if they found out you killed me without mercy, they would not think twice about burning this world. They would sit in the heavens far from your reach in ships, and burn this place with weapons more powerful than you can imagine. Even your magic would not stop them." Cameron pleaded, while still running tactical scenarios in his head.

"Please, I am worth far more to you alive, then dead." Cameron called out.

He felt the air chill, the sword had come out watched the ice start climbing the tree, they weren't buying it, and he had to defend himself.

He opened fire at the older knight that drew the sword, the Disruptor rifle first pulled the charge from the fusion cell contained within, this charge went immediately to the primary capacitor, and the thermopole energizer. Charged particles were fired out from the thermopole energizer, and compressed along the series of magnetic coils.

In an instant, the weapon fired, and barked it's deafening report, which sounded like a loud 'crack.' Excess plasma and free particles had to be vented somewhere, and that was a brilliant dispersion cone at the muzzle of the weapon, which culminated into a blinding green flash, enough to cause temporary blindness to those who were staring directly at Cameron, and the deafening report was likely to spook the horses they were on, adding to the chaos that was to unfold.

The shot was aimed directly at the knight who drew the sword, thus the brilliant green bolt of light seared towards him, and considering the reasonable accuracy of the Type 53, it was likely to strike.

Immediately after firing on the first knight, Cam dove from the branch, landing a few feet behind the older knight, within the plume of smoke from his first shot. He tucked neatly into a combat roll, moving quickly to acquire the two knights with the crossbows in front of him, assuming they weren't knocked from their horses after the first shot.

Inwardly hoping they were still flash-blinded, he fired two more times, a one-two punch at the first knight, and then the second.

Pop, Pop-pop, pop-pop. These noises echoed through the countryside, and could easily be heard a couple miles away.

Brilliant flashes of green, and the deafening crack hopefully bought Cameron the briefest of moments, taking off into a full run, he turned, holding the rifle back behind him with one hand, and firing multiple shots back at the remaining three knights, aiming to force them into cover.

Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, pop-pop, pop-pop-pop, echoed again through the countryside, and then silence.

After several seconds, and a successful execution of his tactical plan, he reached the pod, and quickly dove behind it for cover, catching his breath for a split second, and checking the display, which read 10/25. He had burned through over half of this fusion cell. He grit his teeth, and readied himself to engage the Knights again.

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An impact from a disruptor bolt is extremely lethal, the flesh immediately around the impact site is flash-vaporized, with fourth degree burns down to the bone. The sudden expansion of bodily fluids from the heat exposure causes ruptures in body cavities, which causes further cavitation and systemic damage in the body, as well as hydrostatic shock.

The sudden thermal expansion from impact is also sufficient to knock most human sized targets down.

Most armors are also useless, as the intense heat of the bolt liquefied most metals upon impact, even those with a high melting point. Reports of soldiers on the field with their armor plates fused to the flesh were common when facing Aschen energy weapons.

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Eianna continues to wail as Yala joins in the facade, a feat that is made significantly more challenging as she is shaken quite so enthusiastically by her companion. She makes a mental note to herself to remind the giantess at some future juncture that not everyone is quite as hardy as she, though in truth, it barely matters as the ruse proves to be more successful than she could have hoped and soon enough they're on the other side of the damned gate, and all thirty of its guards. The ranger waits just long enough to make sure that they're at least somewhat out of sight of those behind them before extracting herself from Yala's grip, pausing just long enough to pat her shoulder companionably "Your skills at deception continue to improve. That was very good," before jumping free.

The moment that the elf's feet touch the ground, however, her expression becomes one of focus as her eyes track what remains of the smoke trail to determine the location of the falling star, and with a glance at Trevor- and a questioning, but at least for the moment unconcerned look towards the Half-Orc- she breaks into a jog, then into a run, dashing towards the distant treeline. Something about those knights left a foul taste in her mouth, an ill omen that might have been nothing... but in these last years she'd learned to trust her gut more than her intellect at times, and it didn't feel like nothing.

As her stride eats up the ground between herself and that target, she turns over both what she'd seen of the event, and what she'd seen of the knights in an attempt to puzzle out her unease. She'd heard the villagers murmur about a similar falling star yesterday. That was a curiosity, and a concern: for a single star to fall from the sky was an odd occurrence, two in as many days suggested something more concerning... or, given the recent turn of the land, perhaps sinister... The second thing that bothered her was the swift response of the knights- they'd ridden out in full plate in the same time it had taken herself, Yala and Trevor to get to the gate... so were they waiting? Did they know this would happen? Was this no star, but something summoned by unknown magic? She puts a pin in the last thought and vows to ask Trevor the moment that she has the opportunity, after all that level of power, used to such a specific end and followed up by unknown military force... it didn't bode well. It's enough to make her expression grim, and to fix her eyes steadfastly on her destination, straining for any sign of movement or interference even as she runs.

What she wasn't expecting, and couldn't explain, was the sudden cracks that echo around her as she runs- enough to cause Eianna to throw a look over her shoulder towards her companions as they sprint forwards. What magic could make a sound like that? After all, a glance towards the sky reaffirms that this is no storm, there is no crack of lightening... so what kind of mage battle were they about to sprint into? And should they? What in all the realms was happening up ahead?

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