When the first roast of the day, a large boar someone had hauled with one of the airships, was brought out, Trasken knew he had arrived at the correct place. Without waiting for the food to be served, Trasken stormed forward and lunged at the food. At the protest of the cook and the immediate surroundings, he only managed to tore off one of the foot free before making his escape. Holding close his prize, Trasken retreated to the a corner and began to squat down. Away from the eyes of the gathering crowd, Trasken opened his mouth that was fill with sharpen teeth and drooling with saliva and bit down on his food.
Post by Aguila Saber on Sept 10, 2008 12:16:47 GMT -5
All around the camp people settle down to sleep. Some people prefer to set up tents to sleep in but many take out blankets and make themselves comfortable on the ground close to the campfires.
Aguila opts for the outdoor approach and to sleep lightly close to a fire-place.
The scouts and wandering patrols pick off wandering annihilators regularly throughout the night. To pass time Aguila takes part in one of these patrol duties and help downing some wandering annihilators.
At least this enemy is far from invincible. The problem with them is their superior numbers.
Aguila is sleeping lightly in the morning when there is the sound of iron-on iron and the dwarven lookout shouts.
"All awake! All awake! The enemy is approaching in great numbers!"
All over the camp sleepy heroes turn over in their night-camps.
Soon afterwards the camp commander shouts out: "Man the archery pit and gun stations! Prepare to fire at my signal"
Aguila is not late to heed the command and she is one of the first to take her place in the archery range.
"A good time to try out the Longbow," she tells herself and plays with the string. All around her people take their places in the battle position.
The Annihilators approach in two long lines. By their appearance Aguila can make out three different types of enemies.
"Fire!" the camp commander shouts out.
Bor Rifle shots and arrows fly from the defence line into the approaching enemy.
I saunter upto the bow posts, drinking a magic potion as I do. I slink through the ranks and drop down - as luck would have it - next to the wolf-creature. I throw him a cursory glance and focus my attention on the incoming hoard. I would prefer to take this head on, but still... I draw my bow string back and fire at my targets.
"I've got better things to do tonight than die!" - Springer
"If theres a downside to worshiping darkness and shadows, its that we must take our tea without milk."
As the Annihilators approach the champions' position, Doomy puts the Kai Hunter from his thoughts. Before dealing with him there is killing to be done, as scores of the enemy advance on the camp. He decides to concentrate on the biggest ones - perhaps if they fall the others might break and run. Certainly, he hopes to take them down before the inevitable melee. "Come on, you ugly bastards," he growls, as he squeezes the trigger.
Beowuuf has taken the most powerful bow he can., telling a young lad to stay close with a light bow that will do well later. BEouug sees it is the same bow type eviltb favours.
Murmuring a word of power to his limbs and drinking a potion to aid his wolfish senses, Beowuuf draws the powerful bow easily and tries to combine his old training and sensibilities with his new and odd body. At the end of the day, he just draws for all he is worth and lets loose.
Trasken was well awake when the first bells of warning came and he took his bow and arrows as fast as he could. He stood at his post with the bow in his hand and the arrow littering his feet. He saw the first glimpse of the enemy and he grimaced in anger. He raised both of his hands high in the air and started to call out a battlecry. To those who was in earshot, it sounded something between a wolf cry and a kraan shriek but to Trasken, this was his warning. Fall before his arrows or fall into his blade, only death await his enemies.
The champions open fire at the extreme range of their weapons, which makes it difficult to hit their targets. Even Doomy struggles at first, though he scores two hits on one of the hulking warriors, severely damaging it though it continues to advance. Doomy's concentration deepens as the enemies come ever closer.
Beowuuf would usually have preferred to wait and fire swift volleys closer, but he was not leading this battle. Besides, it was a different matter - these annihilators were strange creatures not normal flesh and blood, and the ammunition was plentiful unlike the resources of a desert battle.
"Stay close," the wolf murmered to the bow carrier, though for now he decided he still needed the heft of the powerful bow he carried. Another word of power flooded his limbs with strength. and he took careful aim...
Trasken laughed out loud when his first arrow hit his target well. Then the next arrow flew off mark and so was the next few arrows. His anger was rising with each arrow. He cursed aloud when he missed and spat on the floor. In the end he was barking out loudly in anger.
As Doomy brings down a couple of the biggest enemies with his sustained gunfire, a grim smile plays across his lips. The others are also finding their mark and the air echoes with grunts and screams of pain.
Beowuuf was conscious that he was very slowly making hits to the advancing horde. with a curse he dropped the bow, and gestured to the helper close to gain a new bow while muttering a power word to strengthen his arm.
Trasken was furious and mad. His arrows seems to be tease him a lot, hitting for the first few times then missing for the rest of the day. He snapped his teeth again and again. He really wants to bite the enemy instead shooting arrows now...