With Xanion and two guys in Res who knows where, the operation wasn't a great success.
Without a leader, the disorganized group of mercenaries is in chaos.
The completely passed-out "package" was carelessly thrown into a hollow stump.
Between the members of the "commando", tempers flared.
A large Fyros yells, waving his axe:RAMECH! I'm telling you, I'm the boss until Xanion comes back!
Yeah, that's it! We're going to follow a Ktheros who has to count his fingers to find out how many he has!"
A tryker bursts out laughing, pointing at the fyros.
The fyros fiddled towards the tryker:
The Fyros turns sharply towards the Matis:
The Matis hits the Fyros with his mace. But his target dodges, jostling the Zorai who steps on the laughing Tryker's toes.
The latter kicks the Zoraï in the shins, and the Zoraï yells at the fyros for being so clumsy.
Be'Caugan stands in a corner away from the discussion.
It's the best thing to do when you want to avoid bad luck.
As he's a little hungry, he takes a cold bhyre and a Ch'tit fritchi out of his bag, enough to wait it out.
In the stump, the Matis doesn't move.
The tryker, bottle in hand, enjoys his crispy larvae as he observes the turmoil.
A Zoraï braille:
_"...WHEN WILL XANION BE BACK?
WE HAVEN'T BEEN PAID!"
The panicked tryker:YOU WILL ALL CALM DOWN! IF NOT?
The Matis slyly strikes the head of the fyros, who staggers backwards.
Be'Caugan laughs...
As a matter of conscience, he glanced at "Cirrus".
The latter has regained consciousness and is holding something shiny between his fingers.
HAIIIIII!!! GUYS!
Without a leader, the disorganized group of mercenaries is in chaos.
The completely passed-out "package" was carelessly thrown into a hollow stump.
Between the members of the "commando", tempers flared.
A large Fyros yells, waving his axe:
RAMECH! I'm telling you, I'm the boss until Xanion comes back!
So, Mai'tnant we do as I say!
Yeah, that's it! We're going to follow a Ktheros who has to count his fingers to find out how many he has!"A tryker bursts out laughing, pointing at the fyros.
The fyros fiddled towards the tryker:
DEKÜNOS DEKÜN? YOU WANT MY RETCH IN YOUR STUNTED DWARF FACE?!!!"
The Fyros turns sharply towards the Matis:
KTHEROS? DID YOU SAY KTHEROS? FAZDEK ORSKOS!!! I'M GONNA KILL YOU! T'FRA LES PIEDS!"
The Matis hits the Fyros with his mace. But his target dodges, jostling the Zorai who steps on the laughing Tryker's toes.
The latter kicks the Zoraï in the shins, and the Zoraï yells at the fyros for being so clumsy.
Be'Caugan stands in a corner away from the discussion.
It's the best thing to do when you want to avoid bad luck.
As he's a little hungry, he takes a cold bhyre and a Ch'tit fritchi out of his bag, enough to wait it out.
In the stump, the Matis doesn't move.
The tryker, bottle in hand, enjoys his crispy larvae as he observes the turmoil.
A Zoraï braille:
_"...WHEN WILL XANION BE BACK?
WE HAVEN'T BEEN PAID!"
The panicked tryker:
WHAT? WE'RE NOT GOING TO GET PAID?
YOU WILL ALL CALM DOWN! IF NOT?
IF YOU DON'T: I'M GOING TO SMASH YOU ALL IN THE FACE IF YOU ..."
The Matis slyly strikes the head of the fyros, who staggers backwards.
Be'Caugan laughs...
As a matter of conscience, he glanced at "Cirrus".
The latter has regained consciousness and is holding something shiny between his fingers.
HAIIIIII!!! GUYS!
IL EST RÉVEILLE L'GUS ET...."
"Cirrus" has activated its gem and disappears.