ROLEPLAY

A ragtag group of homini listen to a huge Fyros in red armor:

_ "... Well homins, it's a cushy affair...

But, for the slow-witted: I'll say it again.

One: Zachio and your guys close the entrance to the Défilé as soon as it's sufficiently engaged.

Two: Zhiang your guys and my apple we close the exit and let him move on.

There are two options for him:
- It's reasonable and can be taken along without any fuss!
- He's unreasonable, so we knock him out and take him away.

Let me remind you, you ragged bunch, that we have to bring it back in good condition!

Any questions?

DEY ?

Geyùch... gey-gey-zakün!"

Tapis, totally motionless in his Be'Caugan hole, watches the matis pass over his Mektoub.

The tryker gently to the zoraï:
"P'tin c'est an Lor... ce toub de matis sort son fusil."

The two homins are barely breathing and still not moving.

When Le Matis on his mount finally decides to take on the parade of the psykoplas mound, the ruffians emerge from their holes.
They position themselves to close the entrance and threaten their prey, waving their weapons mockingly.

Suddenly, the Marauder on his toub stops.
He looks around, cocking his rifle with a snap.

The worried tryker said to the big Zoraï:
This white trash has understood.

The trap closes for good, as Xanion, his clevenyx axe in hand, steps forward to negotiate:

Good boy!

We don't want to hurt you...

Our customer, he just wants to chat with you.
So you're going to follow us without..."

The Matis shoulders his weapon and fires.

Xanion stares uncomprehendingly at the blood flower growing on his chest.
He drops his axe and collapses.

A shout goes up from the group closing the exit:

GEY-GEY-ZAKUN!!! guys!!! "

The charge is violent, but the distance leaves time to fire again.

Be'Caugan sees the great Zoraï collapse in front of him, mortally struck by a projectile.
With a loud battle cry, he throws his spear and mortally wounds the toub, who collapses, trapping his rider's leg under his weight...

By the time he arrives, the homin is knocked unconscious by Staldo, laughing his head off:

And Paf le matis!

Hey Hey
...Paf le Matis! "
[...]

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!
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...."