The twin flaming apes passed over head and she crouched deeper into the foilage at the feel of their tremendous heat.
She wondered many things to herself, " What the [censored] is going on around here?! Did they break the seal of the ruins? Do they have the key? " Fear crushed her guts at the thought.
Watching everything turn a dead yellow shade she fretted, "This bodes ill, these are the same breed as I laid to earth last eve" Even though it was sheathed solid a snickering mad-man cackle still rises from behind her. With a rolling eye she admits "We..."
Noticing the flare of emotion the small cryptic vodoo doll fell back deeper into the recesses of her braided-locks still hanging by one round arm like a dead rodent
After a good amount of conteplation Charynoble decides that her fate lay not with the path of the beasts but within the bowels of the Ruins that lay afar. Setting like a runner at the starting block she posed in a tightened ball of held energy before bursting from the cover of the wood-mother to continue up the trail her shadow long in front of her. Bald determination carved her face
She nearly skidded to the ground --- Looking up not 4 steps out she realized there was a robed figure only about 30 paces from here bearing down at a dead run
Robes flapped, a stave, a womans face, older with lines, one eye socket leaked a solid tear of blood
Charyn knew not what to make of the scene so she fell back upon years of life threatening combat. In her mind she calmly focused her mental energy's lay lines and wove them in such a way as to create a very specific effect. Readying herself for a battle the dark skinned Amazon with a face hidden in a drapeing of long thick braids crouched and gripped a token that hung into her palm via a small charm bracelet.
I wonder if she can detect the presence of the Way?
Her blade asked its murderous thoughts of her. No we cannot kill every thing we encounter
Of course we can, sate me and power without reserve will be there for you to rule with
Shut your lying mouth
Like a suprised wild animal she waited, ready to read any reaction
This must be another land of damned souls.......at least this place has a sun...
Sia has barely traveled a minute ((1rd)0 when the gleaming barefoot barbarian woman falls out of the wood line
She seems to brandish almost no equipment except for a massive breaching-claymore strapped to her back. She has many scarification and tribal tattoos etched into her ebony skin. The face is hidden behind the heavy braids but her eyes burn red even under the haze of the sun.
Steady and silent she waits poised in mid crouch
The possessed close in on ironbars plannar centering, the gleam of the powerful child was a beacon in his darkness. Already he was learning to use his second sight to navigate. Living things were easy enough
"Decend Ironbar!"
The sound of the snapping heavy dead-wood limb carries for some ways.
Ironbar shook his head as he was relatively unharmed by such things
To see the lifeless things of the world was still a hurdle, he thanked the masters it hadn't been anything serious this time besides an old tree's arm. It slowed him down but that was all
Bonecrusher banks into barrell rolls while Ironbar flys straight on with hands out stretched, the bone weapons extending his fumbling reach even farther like a nightmare blind-man with walking canes of a puncturing nature
"Get us above the trees!"
"Then I can't see anything!"
"Can you spy them bonecrusher?"
"I see something far ahead"
Where Leopold steps through there is nothing to catch his piercing attention except the rustle of the thick trees' collection of leaves and a few bobbing butterflies. He speaks to the shocked girl and takes to a tremendous run
Leo has nothing to impede his progress, he barely touches the packed trail as he reaches into his muscle's reserves, maintaining an urgent stride. He holds the sprint for what would seem as an impossible distance
There is only Leopold, his steps falling in synchcronicity with his measured breaths
Oh yea, and the corybantic girl-child with the healthy lungs
"I!
WANT!
MY!
MOMMY!
WAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAA"
She would spinn her head violently side to side at any words that didn't answer her question. Denial was still strong in her delicate flowering mind and children deal with things in odd ways
In return to being swept up again his precious cargo of life clings against his cassock with a grip of warm childish steel as her hot tears wet his neck line.
From behind him the monk detects the hordes of birds and animals that also run in his own direction, some even pass him in thier self preserving exodus.
((Everyone post for the next 2 rounds.
Leo expects at worst the Brothers Grimm may overcome him as he reaches his destination
PS- I won't be back until 5-17-04
*Loki goes backpackin again*))
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The pain in Sia's cut out eye had become too much to bear after the rush of adrenaline from fighting the demonic orcs had started to wear off. The short run so far had only made it pound worse with every beat of her heart, so she stopped in the middle of the trail trying not to whimper at the way it ached and throbbed. Raising her hand and gently trying to place the useless eyeball back within its socket, she couldn't stop the agonized scream that was wrung from her with such actions. Quickly, she used her Holy Symbol and began a desperate prayer to Mielikki to Cure this Critical Wound that Her servant had suffered. The healing warmth and heat radiated outward from the silver amulet and up her arms to flow into her eye. There was a split second of bright pain as the nerves reattached and the orb settled back into its natural position. Then the spell's residue began to fade and Sia knew only blackness from that side of her sight. 
PS- A hole actually has way more possibilities than a dinked up eyeball, hmm 
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