(PrP) Tunnel Crawl III

[Yumyumcrow]

Another day.

Tobias Yazgad, gristle grinder in a red cap, waits for the party of 'adventurers' he is to guide into the Hedge. The rangy fellow is leaning against the wall of the hut, inspecting a much used machete. A boiled leather cuirass gleams shiny in the diffused light coming from above. At his feet is a large and very modern looking backpack, prepared for a hiking adventure.

Gordon Glob is working outdoors himself. The hulking Cyclopean ogre has several fires going, carefully managed and tended. Over one there is a large bubbling cauldron; over another hunks of meat are being smoked. Taken together the meat looks suspiciously bipedal; red raw and covered in flavoursome herbs and garnish, it appears that Gordon will be working a long while yet.

All that remains is for the adventuring party to turn up.

@Quick Travisc06489 Origins Circe Mhairi Ankaa Saber Sloth Seraphina Orianna you are up.

[Quick]

Waiting for Circe to show up with 'the goods' couldn't be more nerve-wracking. Quick almost decided to wear a different face - try to avoid the uncomfortable interaction a little by putting up a wall - but doesn't. That would only raise more questions. Instead, the unmasked Lost is his usual Elemental self. Alien, edgy and way too pretty for the company they're about to keep.

Circe might be bringing the heat, but Quick isn't empty-handed. Who knows how long they're going to be out in the wilds? Across his back is a dark blue backback, crammed full of essential goods and goodies.

Quick has brought 8 granola bars, 8 bottles of water and a first-aid kit with bandages, tape, antibacterial and scissors.

[Circe]

Fashionable accessory is Circe's mark for today. The elf has the hood up on a jacket covered in pockets, a gym bag in her hand, and a backpack strapped on. Attached to her belt and bumping into her left thigh is a large leather holster for a new machete.

That is not the fashionable accessory. At the sight of Quick, Circe grins at the Winter "Sup?" before walking up to him and putting down the gym bag. From the bag she takes out, gym clothes. These are tossed aside and followed by the revolver with ammo box. The elf waves them lightly in her free hand before holding them out to Quick, "Watch these will ya? I gots somethin' to snap together."

After Quick takes or lets her put down the payment, the elf works on something in the gym bag. She pulls out a metal object by a strap and then a metal box. Metal box goes into the metal object with a click.

"What? I couldn't get a shotgun on short notice. And this is waaaay more stylish!" Was Circe's cheerful quip as she finished readying the small submachine gun that she then strapped onto her shoulder. She takes out a few other things from the bag to pocket as well, just in case. "The right accessory makes ya feel, ha ha, more positive. Right?"

Circe's Adventure kit

Multitool, light kevlar vest, fleece cargo hoodie, machete, 3 water bottles, 2 flashlights, 5 granola bars, colt +clip +14 ammo, Light SMG +clip +50 rounds, 20' rope, backpack, cellphone.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Mhairi's nnext to appear, with a backback secured on her back. Her normal goth attire has transformed into something that still retained the flavour, but was hardier. The circle of fire that was her Hedgespun choker was as it always was, worn and resting against her throat. Her Hedgespun war fans were within easy reach, but not quite as visible. Never underestimate surprise.

Which flits across the Wisp's face as she came across Circe. Was she actually going to pay these cannibals in arms?

Mhairi tugs on the strap of her, quite full, backpack. Sure she brought a few things to trade, but that was one thing. And there was nothing pre-assembled. Nothing that was already a weapon.

And to give guns to friends of the Margraves....Mhairi knew they should have taken more time to talk.

Mhairi swallows and wonders just what everyone's goals for this...adventure were. Did they even match up?

The Wisp swallows her Fear, and reflexive anxiety to greet the others, "Hey,"

Equipment: HS Choker +1 Defence. HS War fans 1L. Token Bronze Lead Keychain +1Academics(researching), +2Speed. Leather Jacket(reinforced clothing 1/0), flashlight, several water bottles, trail mix, jerky, spare cloths. The same thrift store items: worn push teddy bear, a necklace missing several beads, a tiedyed t-shirt. Plus a few Hedgespun reagents, an autumn sigh, a spright's sneeze, captured moon glow and beads of crushed resignation.

[Seraphina]

Round two of going into the hedge, and she had no idea what to expect.

She didn’t really trust the orges, but it seemed like they were their best bets to figuring things out and getting through the hedge.

Going through the hedge meant dressing for survival and not a runway. So she had on a pair of cargo pants and a fitted black long sleeve shirt, over which was a delicate looking waterfall style jacket. Her long hair was up in a bun, and she had combat type boots on her feet. Probably the most dressed down she had been in a long time. Gilded skin and golden and silver spun hair catches the sun when she walks. Hedgespun necklace hangs outside the shirt, dancing with multiple colors within the Hedge.

In a backpack she had spare clothes, trail mix, water, first aid kit, and a couple energy drinks. She wouldn’t have access to good coffee, so she’d added the energy drinks. And who knows, maybe they’d be worth something in a trade. And with trades in mind, she remembered what Mhairi had brought, and brought a few extra items.

Seeing that the others were there before her, she quickens her pace, a hand raised.

And wow, Circe wasn’t lying about the whole gun thing. Which were not her thing, but hey, whatever worked for the elf.

Smiling, “Hey.”

Sera has her HS jacket +1Def +1 Int, HS necklace +1Expression(singing), cell phone on silent, couple bottles of water, trail mix, two cans of energy drinks, fuzzy socks, colorful bracelet, old pair of sunglasses and a first aid kit

[Yumyumcrow]

Tobias Yazgad, Gristlegrinder in a red cap, hauls himself off the wall as the group emerge, one by one, from the Hedge.

"You came!" The rangy Ogre clicked his teeth together as he strapped himself into his backpack. "Was not expecting that. Figured you for... transients." He finished adjusting the straps of his pack, watching the group - particularly Circe - carefully.

Gordon Glob the Cyclopean looked up from his work and grunted. "More meat."

Tobias turned so he could stare at this companion, snorted and chuckled. "More meat, he says. Got enough there, ay? He'll be smoking that all day, he will. So. You still want that 'adventure'? Not the Bishop's camp or the Brim? Or the old Flesh Market? Well then, off we go."

He made to move, crossing the glade to where a tiny path struggled to be seen amid the raging foliage.

"Whats say we try this one? Not been down here."

He turned and looked back, his face warping into a hideous grin.

[Circe]

The site of Gordon' gourmand work drew Circe's red eyes to it. Said eyes narrow as her ears go flush back to her head as they focus on the meat. She didn't want to know if the thing hanging there had been capable of abstract thought. They'd get nowhere if she emptied a clip into Gordon. Didn't stop her from letting it a hiss at him when he asked if her group was meat.

And the girls are here, "Ladies! Ya ready for a walk in the park?" the cheer she'd had before was missing as her tone was serious. She was also eager to get away from the cannibal.

Circe picks up the revolver and box as she literally skips over to Tobias, "Hmm, intriguing Tobi but I still vote for lootin' the market. But I ain't the queen bitch of the universe." the elf's ears were not as flush back but still not in the usual spot, "So just my vote. Oh and Tobi? Here be yer payment," she offers their guide the revolver and ammo box, "Plus ammo as promised. Ain't loaded 'cause," she fake laughs, "proper gun safety." She'd give him the firing pin in a couple of minutes.

After he takes his pay she steps back out of arms reach. She looks between the other three, "What about ya guys?" one hand has moved back to the hilt of the SMG.

[Quick]

Quick gives the others a curt wave. His crackling orbs don't stray from Tobias for any longer than they have to. Because he's a creep. Tobias. Not Quick.

"Been transient for long enough. I mean, no sense in not seeing the sights."

Somehow, handing Tobias a gun doesn't feel like a great idea. Sure, they'd agreed on it. But he trusts the big guy about as far as he can throw him. Throwing people isn't really his thing. Though he could always take up judo. Or something. A few blinks.

"Can't go changing it up on him now. Maybe we can swing back. Hit the Markets after." He smiles for Tobias. "Sorry Circe." Sorry to disagree, anyways. Not sorry to miss out on something called the 'Flesh Markets'.

"Lead on, big guy."

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Mhairi isn't happy. The mirror sharp leave of her mantle twist and twitch as a the wind carrying the scent if the dead and dying blasts through, razor sharp, heralding ominously.

Fell-flames crackle as Circe offers up the gun. They'd agreed yes, but there'd been no pledge.

Swallowing that down Mhairi offers a wave to her friends, and if the two decidedly not assumed she directed it at the she wasn't going to correct that assumption.

"Been to the Flesh Market once. Gotta see a Pit Fight." she says tightly. Still seeing Morgan impaled and bleeding out.

"Yeah. Lead on," Mhairi says in an echo.

  hiding feels 1 suxx

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-03-13 20:41:22		Mhairi Ankaa rolls 4 to Everything's fine ( manpi 2 + subterfuge 2)		10, 7, 7, 6		1 success

[Yumyumcrow]

"Oh hey! Good! Good..."

Tobias retraces some of his steps and meets Circe half way. While the Fairest backs off, the Gristlegrinder is busy assembling and checking the weapon. He loads the gun and stuffs it in his belt; the bullets he files away in one of the pockets of his back pack.

He looks over the crew once more before making his way back to the tiny path.

Without a word he begins hacking his way through the Thorns. It is a slow, vicious, struggle. At times, it seems as though the Thorns fight back, reaching to grasp at him and snag his machete. No wonder the tool looked well used...

The Hedge presses down the on them like an almost impenetrable wall. Here and there, chunks of brickwork burst through the dense foliage. The air is heavy with the rich scent of chocolate, long lost dust, mud, and car fumes.

"Now would you look at that," Tobias huffs and gestures to a glass window mirror, of all things, hanging like it was a fruiting body from some tree. The image is reversed and not their own: two women are adjusting their very revealing clothing and checking their makeup, totally unaware of the Hedge's proximity to their changing room.

I'll give you some time for conversation before we move on