Marcarius5555
 Fire... fire and shadows... fire and blood and shadows... The memories of... whatever it was... are hopelessly fractured, shattered into a million, million shards of un-conjurable semi-awareness. All lying just beyond the reach of recollection... tantalizingly, agonizingly so...  
 But now it is a new beginning of sorts. This small coterie beset by these troubled dreams now awakens upon the summit of a wooded hill in the midst of the fertile Plains of Carzacor. 
 This region is named after the great trade city which dominates the undulating fields of einkorn, turkey red, and red fife wheat which spread out to the horizon in all directions. Perched atop a low plateau overlooking the vast agricultural heartland of the Federation of Lumios, the political alliance of humans, varg, elves, and ippin that united to drive back the Chaos-backed legions of the orcs, the great walled city of Carzacor and its famed harbor has long served as a beacon of plentitude and safety in the war-torn lands of Lumios. 
 Or it did... for now the fields of the so-called 'Everfull Breadbasket of Lumios' are threatened by marauding raiders. For several months now, the towering sheathes of wheat have been burned in the fields and the precious shipments of flaxen cargo have been diverted by a heretofore unknown cadre of bandits and by ravenous packs of some terrible new species of wolves before they reach the Harbor of Carzacor. 
 Anxious whispers in the bustling taverns of the Mercantile District suggest that some new malignancy has arisen in the shadows of the city's ill-storied Ruined District. The grand savants, the chief mage-scholars of the famed Ordo University of the Magical Arts, have purportedly directed their entire attention to the region's problems but have thus far failed to produce a successful stratagem to restore order and stave off impending starvation. But perhaps an answer will present itself in the unlikely form of a small group of amnesiacs, newly-arrived to the troubled region. Fate has woven stranger fates before... 

Several strangers awaken upon a low rise in the midst of wooded hills. The summit of the hill is wreathed with a dense and fragrant laurel of acacia, acanthus, agave, passion vine, cypress, myrtle, olive trees, palms, rosemary, lavender, and thyme, dense and high enough that the surrounding landscape can only be viewed with difficulty through the interstices of the arboreal lattice. In the middle of the ring are three large prone blocks of stone forming some kind of platform or foundation -- each one of these stones is 19 metres long, 4.2 metres high, and 3.6 metres thick, and weighs around 750–800 tonnes (1,650,000–1,760,000 lb). On a slightly lower elevation, to the side and towards the western approach are another triad of megaliths of similar dimensions. Dozens of large pillars rise from the ruins, principally surrounding some kind of mausoleum. What appear to be shrines surround the mausoleum on each side.

In the distance... the peacefulness of the late afternoon is shattered by a keening wolf howl...

Mausoleum:
   
   
   
   

Shrines:
   
   
   
   
ArvinLarn
 
 Originally Posted by Marcarius5555 
 In the distance... the peacefulness of the late afternoon is shattered by a keening wolf howl... 
 

A wiry figure bolts upwards at the piercing yowl. Flowing locks of jade frame crimson eyes as they tried to burn through the foliage with the intensity of their gaze. No movement save for the sway of leaves, yet that didn't stop another scouring of the treeline for signs of the ones responsible for the howling.

Still nothing. The Elf sighed uneasily.

Minutes spent lying on the grassy knoll came up with little save for errant tufts of dust and grass that were quickly patted off. She checked her possessions one last time while doing so, or what she thought was hers. All of it, from the clothes (and armor) on her back to the pack and the slender blade resting easy in it's sheath on her belt, was right beside her person (perhaps conveniently so) when she roused. That and none of the others had taken umbrage to her claims. Yet.

Right, the others. Whatever had brought her to this predicament certainly had a sense of humor, bringing along an eclectic bunch of equally unfortunate souls. If they had met before, the green-haired Elf could not remember; but that was also many things from her own faulty memory. 'Amahiel Sunvale' was what her mind came up with regarding the question of her own name and 'Amy' found that agreeable. It   felt   right, which was about as good as she could get right now. Same as the blade hanging from her belt.

She turned to the others, her tone coarse as she was lean.   "You lot up yet? Sun's setting soonish and there's wolves about."   As if the hounds hadn't already made their presence known for the next dozen or so kilometers.   "We'd best move before night falls. I'm seeing stone to the West so there might be shelter there."   She added with a nod in that direction, terse with urgency.   "Otherwise, we pick a direction and go. Any direction."  

So many questions, yet no answers to be found nor the time to search for them. Least of which was this damnable Mark on her person.

 
 Spoiler: OOC: Amy Stats 
  Myth Weavers Sheet  
 HP:  15/15
 AC:  20
 
 Touch: 15 
 Flatfooted: 15 
 
 Speed:  30'

 CMD : 16
 
 FCMD: 12 
 
 Saves: 
 
 Fortitude: +4 
 Reflex: +6 
 Will: +4 
 
  Hero Points:   1
  Channel Light Energy (Cleric):   6/6 per Day
  Stamina Pool:   2

 Limit Breaks:  1/1 per Day
 
  Fencer: Hummingstrike and Nighthawk  
  Red Mage: Dual Spellcasting and Flexibility  
 
 Panache Points ( Swashbuckler ):  3/3
 
 Derring-Do 
 Dodging Panache 
 Opportune Parry and Riposte 
 
 MP:  3/3
 Cantrips: 
 
  Detect Magic  
  Elemental Orb  
 
 Level 1 Spells: 
 
  Alarm  
  Enlarge  
  Lead Blades  
  Protect  
  Ruin  
  Shocking Grasp  
 
  Sparking:  
 
  Spark of Battle  
 
 Weapons: 
 
 Spada da Lato ( Wakizashi ): +7 Attack, 1d6+1 P or S Damage, 18-20 x2 Crit 
 Dagger: +6 Attack, 1d4+1 P or S Damage, 19-20 x2 Crit, Thrown 10' 
 
 
Deadguy
 
 Skarl 

At the sound of the howling, the Varg's ears pricked up and turned in that direction. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he stretched out his arms and raked the ground with his fingers, leaving small ditches in the loose soil from the claws. He yawned lazily as he stood, his ivory fangs gleaming in the fading sunlight. His height and bulk were far beyond that of a normal human or elf, hulking even in comparison to his own kind.

He inhaled deeply, taking in the scents of the freshly dug trenches and the floral scents of the local plants. The woman's voice brought his attention back to his surroundings. He tilted his head slightly as he studied her before speaking with a toothy grin.

  "What's the matter, little bird? Afraid of the dark?"  
Dakrsidder
As he rubbed his eyes and stood up, Moon took on a sarcastic tone in response to what he heard.  "I would've thought this was as good a place as any to stay, but if you insist, I suppose we should get going." 

His mind was hazy and his surroundings were unfamiliar, but there was probably some explanation for it all. Being able to put together coherent strings of thought was good enough for the meantime, and he was curious as to what could be gleaned from the structures at a closer glance. As such, he dusted himself off before instinctively reaching for the unruly bow.
ArvinLarn
 
 Originally Posted by Deadguy 
   "What's the matter, little bird? Afraid of the dark?"   
 


 
 Originally Posted by Dakrsidder 
  "I would've thought this was as good a place as any to stay, but if you insist, I suppose we should get going."  
 

Amy turned away from the treeline and back to Skarl and Moon.   "Well, if our lupine friend here can find some of his cousins and friends amongst those hounds in the distance. We won't have to."   She replied with a wry grin.   "But I admit, perhaps I'm being too cautious here."  

The green-haired Elf nods her head towards the mausoleum at the center.   "Because I somehow missed that as I spoke."  
Maou_Sama
A piercing cat-like blue eyes are observing the already talking scene while her ears recognized a howling from far away, a black cat tail is checking her belongings for missing items and cards. "  Green head, Pointy ears and an old dog, and there's a couple of more bodies over there, are they dead already?  ", she was analyzing the room and finally speak:

  "Whatever Greenhead said, is not fear but we need to regroup and know what happened before we got dump here, and what's next."  , Michia stretched out her arms as if waking up from a pleasant nap.
Marcarius5555
The howl of the wolf pack slowly increases in volume and heightens threateningly in tone and length. Before any of the new arrivals can do much more than survey their surroundings, however, a new sound interrupts their thoughts -- that of a human voice, its tone deep and gruff,

  "Hm... I didn't realize they'd left behind so many... must have been in a hurry I guess?"   

Right behind the sound, as if on que, the shape of a man suddenly appears in a break in the dense ring of foliage which surrounds the top of the hill. His impressive frame is slightly more than six feet in height. His body is made up of dense muscles -- clearly the product of a life of hard work.

He is dressed in studded leather armor of a sort most often encountered in the Great Arena of Carzacor. The leather is dense, made from the exceptionally thick hide of a two-horned rhino-like arsinotherium which has been dyed and treated in the bustling tanneries of the Great Harbor of Carzacor, where their pungent effluvium can be dissipated by the swift waters of the Ribus River. The product has been treated by a toughening and drying admixture of linseed, tung, poppy seed, perilla, castor and walnut oil known as  arybalis  or  eleivana . The tough strips of leather that are created by this process have then been driven with spikes made of an alloy of boron, tungsten, and osmium, painted with a bronze-gold finish. In addition to the reinforcing studs, intended to hold the armor together and deflect blows from attacker's weapons, the shoulders are inlaid with tall spikes of the same construction, but longer, which give the man something of the appearance of a porcupine.

An additional ornamentation on the man's studded leather armor are clasps and buckles shaped in the image of a roaring lion -- one of the distinctive symbols of the Old Empire, especially its famed Imperial Legions.

He is bald, and his head and other exposed skin is covered with distinctive tattoos of the Old Empire. These markings are common to the gladiators of the Great Arena of Carzacor.

The man carries a thick sword with serrated edges made of an alloy of high-carbon steel tinted with golden hues by rivulets of zinc, copper, nickel, iron, cadmium, aluminium, silver, platinum and palladium worked carefully into the blade by the ingenious smiths of the Riverfront District of the Great Harbor of Carzacor.

He examines the small collection of newcomers, then cracks a wide smile, displaying a set of artificially sharpened incisors -- also a common practice of the gladiators of the Great Arena, said to bring their appearance closer to that of predators.

  "But, no matter that -- no more trouble than any of the other recent goings-ons. Safety in numbers against these strange bandits and wolves too I suppose."  

Here he seems to remember the keening of the pack which had preceded his arrival on the hilltop, and tilts his head to listen. He chuckles,

  "I think they're getting closer, if I'm not mistaken. Probably hungry."  

He turns back to the group,

  "What about you -- have you eaten supper yet?"   
   
   
   
   
   
Marcarius5555
The mausoleum that stands at the center of the wooded hill rises from the midst of a large cross-shaped platform with twelves levels. On each of the four 'arms' of the cross, a stairway with one hundred and forty-four steps rises to the base of the structure.

The structure has an elaborate portico in front of its main doorway. Each pillar is roughly twelve feet thick, forty-eight feet high, and must individually weigh several hundreds of tons each. The roof of the structure is a dome that rises from a terracotta roof with elaborate gables.

Under the gables are large bas-reliefs depicting angelic dragon like entities with eagle wings flying through the heavens. In the center of the bas-relief is a large creature that appears to be half-eagle and half-dragon. Its two heads are each wreathed by a large laurel. The creature's heads are each surmounted by three dorsal ridges of scales that continue down its back. Four large wings emanate from its back. Its large clawed feat also boast additional wings, as if they were winged sandals. The entity has two large tails covered in feathers. It is surrounded by smaller angelic creatures of similar but less impressive and ornamented appearance.

The main entrance of the mausoleum has three doors -- one primary, and larger, central doorway and two, smaller entrances, one on each side. The wooden doors are similarly carved with images similar to those depicted on the bas-reliefs, with the exception of the middle, largest entryway. This doorway depicts a man with short, curly hair dressed in an elaborate toga and a winged helmet. He bears a staff which is surmounted by two wings.

   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
Deadguy
 

Skarl crossed his arms and bristled at the elf's comment about his supposed relationship with the wolves. It seemed as if he was about to retort but was stopped by the man's voice and appearance. His words were replaced by a low rumbling growl.

The piercing yellow eyes took in the armor, weapon, and sharpened teeth with some disdain.   Pretending to be a predator.  

His head tilted again as he heard the man's words.

  "What do you mean 'they left behind'? Who are you, and who is 'they'?"  
 
 Spoiler: Character Information 
   Skarl   
Male Chaotic Neutral Varg (Lupin) Blue Mage || Freelancer,  Level  1,  Init  2,  HP  18/18,  DR  0,  Speed  30
 AC  20 (+2 Dex, +5 Natural, +3 Evolved Instinct),  Touch  15,  Flat-footed  18,  CMD  20,  Fort  5,  Ref  4,  Will  2,  CMB  +7,  Base Attack Bonus  1
 Bite   +5 (1d8+10, x2 - Grab (+12) - Medium)
   Claws   +5 / +5 (1d4+7, x2)
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 16, Wis 10, Cha 8
 Condition  None
 
Marcarius5555
 
 Originally Posted by Deadguy 
  

Skarl crossed his arms and bristled at the elf's comment about his supposed relationship with the wolves. It seemed as if he was about to retort but was stopped by the man's voice and appearance. His words were replaced by a low rumbling growl.

The piercing yellow eyes took in the armor, weapon, and sharpened teeth with some disdain.   Pretending to be a predator.  

His head tilted again as he heard the man's words.

  "What do you mean 'they left behind'? Who are you, and who is 'they'?"  
 
 Spoiler: Character Information 
   Skarl   
Male Chaotic Neutral Varg (Lupin) Blue Mage || Freelancer,  Level  1,  Init  2,  HP  18/18,  DR  0,  Speed  30
 AC  20 (+2 Dex, +5 Deflect, +3 Evolved Instinct),  Touch  15,  Flat-footed  18,  CMD  20,  Fort  5,  Ref  4,  Will  2,  CMB  +7,  Base Attack Bonus  1
 Bite   +5 (1d8+10, x2 - Grab (+12) - Medium)
   Claws   +5 / +5 (1d4+7, x2)
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 16, Wis 10, Cha 8
 Condition  None
 
 
 

The stranger flashes another toothy smile in response,

 "I am Marcos Ermannagatuccia. When I was in the Golden Lion Legion of Carzacor, I was a  frumentarii , and assassin, of the Noble House of Carmelinantonella. And then I met hard times, and I became a gladiator of the Ludus of Graccus Mazzinninni. I retired and now I tend to sheep." 

He nods slightly

 "As to your other question, there was a delegation from the Blessed Island of Telarion witnessed travelling the countryside of the Plains of Carzacor. I didn't speak with them personally, but those of my neighbors who did reported that they spoke of an unexpected doom which had suddenly taken their island home. They had managed to escape, and had many sick and wounded among their number. The dragon-dowsers, the clergy of the god Teleos, divine patron of the sea and charity, tended to the wounded as best they were able, but the disaster was too great to save all. They left many of the incapacitated with friends and allies within the Plains of Carzacor. I assume you were one of these, as my neighbors observed a small band of emigrees from the Island of Telarion take shelter on this hilltop and then depart the following day." 
ArvinLarn
 
 Originally Posted by Deadguy 
 Skarl crossed his arms and bristled at the elf's comment about his supposed relationship with the wolves. 
 

Said Elf smirked briefly. Though even the newly-risen Feline in their number had the same penchant for creative names as the Lupine. Just the Greenhead's luck, it seems.

Whatever may have come next from Amahiel in reply to Skarl was cut short by an interloper stepping into their midst. The Wolfman said it aptly and the green Elf was not inclined to disagree:


 
 Originally Posted by Deadguy 
   "What do you mean 'they left behind'? Who are you, and who is 'they'?"   
 

To which the interloper, Marcos, explained himself. At length, even. Amahiel kept silent, hands on her hips as her crimson gaze judged the shepherd's words. Easy enough to see Marcos was no mere sheep herder even if that was his profession these days. His bearing alone, never mind the arms and armor he bore: more fitting for a former legionnaire or assassin of a powerful House than the pit fighter leathers might belie.

  "The wolves here must be particularly dangerous if a shepherd needs to be a warrior as distinguished as you."   She notes. Maybe Marcos was not quite retired as he purported to be. Yet that was none of her business. He was clearly a dangerous man, if he wanted to be.

  "But forgive my rudeness, forgetting to introduce myself: Amahiel Sunvale. 'Amy' will do."   The green-haired Elf stood in stark contrast to the hulking Varg: clad in padded clothes that could turn a blade but not much more and armed with  steel  as slender as it's wielder. Not quite as intimidating a figure as both Marcos and Skarl.

Speaking of Skarl, Amy glanced at the Varg before continuing on.   "Afraid I can't recall if I was traveling with such a band from Telarion. Or much at all. In fact, I only recall waking up to all that howling and not much more."   She shrugs as she glanced at Moon, Michia and the others.   "I can't vouch for the others here either."  
 
 Spoiler: OOC: Amy Stats 
  Myth Weavers Sheet  
 HP:  15/15
 AC:  20
 
 Touch: 15 
 Flatfooted: 15 
 
 Speed:  30'

 CMD : 16
 
 FCMD: 12 
 
 Saves: 
 
 Fortitude: +4 
 Reflex: +6 
 Will: +4 
 
  Hero Points:   1
  Channel Light Energy (Cleric):   6/6 per Day
  Stamina Pool:   2

 Limit Breaks:  1/1 per Day
 
  Fencer: Hummingstrike and Nighthawk  
  Red Mage: Dual Spellcasting and Flexibility  
 
 Panache Points ( Swashbuckler ):  3/3
 
 Derring-Do 
 Dodging Panache 
 Opportune Parry and Riposte 
 
 MP:  3/3
 Cantrips: 
 
  Detect Magic  
  Elemental Orb  
 
 Level 1 Spells: 
 
  Alarm  
  Enlarge  
  Lead Blades  
  Protect  
  Ruin  
  Shocking Grasp  
 
  Sparking:  
 
  Spark of Battle  
 
 Weapons: 
 
 Spada da Lato ( Wakizashi ): +7 Attack, 1d6+1 P or S Damage, 18-20 x2 Crit 
 Dagger: +6 Attack, 1d4+1 P or S Damage, 19-20 x2 Crit, Thrown 10' 
 
 
Marcarius5555
 
 Originally Posted by ArvinLarn 
 Said Elf smirked briefly. Though even the newly-risen Feline in their number had the same penchant for creative names as the Lupine. Just the Greenhead's luck, it seems.

Whatever may have come next from Amahiel in reply to Skarl was cut short by an interloper stepping into their midst. The Wolfman said it aptly and the green Elf was not inclined to disagree:



To which the interloper, Marcos, explained himself. At length, even. Amahiel kept silent, hands on her hips as her crimson gaze judged the shepherd's words. Easy enough to see Marcos was no mere sheep herder even if that was his profession these days. His bearing alone, never mind the arms and armor he bore: more fitting for a former legionnaire or assassin of a powerful House than the pit fighter leathers might belie.

  "The wolves here must be particularly dangerous if a shepherd needs to be a warrior as distinguished as you."   She notes. Maybe Marcos was not quite retired as he purported to be. Yet that was none of her business. He was clearly a dangerous man, if he wanted to be.

  "But forgive my rudeness, forgetting to introduce myself: Amahiel Sunvale. 'Amy' will do."   The green-haired Elf stood in stark contrast to the hulking Varg: clad in padded clothes that could turn a blade but not much more and armed with  steel  as slender as it's wielder. Not quite as intimidating a figure as both Marcos and Skarl.

Speaking of Skarl, Amy glanced at the Varg before continuing on.   "Afraid I can't recall if I was traveling with such a band from Telarion. Or much at all. In fact, I only recall waking up to all that howling and not much more."   She shrugs as she glanced at Moon, Michia and the others.   "I can't vouch for the others here either."  
 
 Spoiler: OOC: Amy Stats 
  Myth Weavers Sheet  
 HP:  15/15
 AC:  20
 
 Touch: 15 
 Flatfooted: 15 
 
 Speed:  30'

 CMD : 16
 
 FCMD: 12 
 
 Saves: 
 
 Fortitude: +4 
 Reflex: +6 
 Will: +4 
 
  Hero Points:   1
  Channel Light Energy (Cleric):   6/6 per Day
  Stamina Pool:   2

 Limit Breaks:  1/1 per Day
 
  Fencer: Hummingstrike and Nighthawk  
  Red Mage: Dual Spellcasting and Flexibility  
 
 Panache Points ( Swashbuckler ):  3/3
 
 Derring-Do 
 Dodging Panache 
 Opportune Parry and Riposte 
 
 MP:  2/2
 Cantrips: 
 
  Detect Magic  
  Elemental Orb  
 
 Level 1 Spells: 
 
  Alarm  
  Enlarge  
  Lead Blades  
  Protect  
  Ruin  
  Shocking Grasp  
 
  Sparking:  
 
  Spark of Battle  
 
 Weapons: 
 
 Spada da Lato ( Wakizashi ): +7 Attack, 1d6+2 P or S Damage, 18-20 x2 Crit 
 Dagger: +6 Attack, 1d4+1 P or S Damage, 19-20 x2 Crit, Thrown 10' 
 
 
 
 

Marcos grunts,  "Dangerous indeed. Though, they're said to not exactly be wolves -- some of the savants of Orso University who focus their research on the flora and fauna of Lumios have identified them as odogaron -- brutal biped predators from the Gnoll Wastes to the east. They've never come this far west, and they appear to be -- twisted? by the influence of Chaos. Their skin is said to be made up of prana -- red crystals that have their origin in the Plane of Chaos. How they got here is anyone's guess, but no one would be sad to see our fair fields rid of their menace." 
ArvinLarn
 
 Originally Posted by Marcarius5555 
 Marcos grunts,  "Dangerous indeed. Though, they're said to not exactly be wolves -- How they got here is anyone's guess, but no one would be sad to see our fair fields rid of their menace."  
 

Amy nods. Were all shepherds as well-informed as Marcos or was she just an ignorant rube by comparison? Neither answer was mutually exclusive, even.

  "Strange times we find ourselves in, alas."   She replies with a dissatisfied click of her tongue.   "Did you intend, perhaps, to do something about these odogaron? Before they can strike your pastures and your livelihood, I mean."   Because why else would Marcos stumble upon them while so clearly primed for bloodshed?

  "Because you mentioned as much that they were coming closer. How much more time do we have?"   Were it not for the prospect of the former Gladiator taking it the wrong way, Amy would have drawn steel already. Those beasts couldn't be far if they were as unnaturally ferocious as Marcos described them.

 
 Spoiler: OOC: Amy Stats 
  Myth Weavers Sheet  
 HP:  15/15
 AC:  20
 
 Touch: 15 
 Flatfooted: 15 
 
 Speed:  30'

 CMD : 16
 
 FCMD: 12 
 
 Saves: 
 
 Fortitude: +4 
 Reflex: +6 
 Will: +4 
 
  Hero Points:   1
  Channel Light Energy (Cleric):   6/6 per Day

  Stamina Pool:   2
  Sparking:  
 
  Spark of Battle  
 
 Limit Breaks:  1/1 per Day
 
  Fencer: Hummingstrike and Nighthawk  
  Red Mage: Dual Spellcasting and Flexibility  
 
 Panache Points ( Swashbuckler ):  3/3
 
 Derring-Do 
 Dodging Panache 
 Opportune Parry and Riposte 
 
 MP:  3/3
 Cantrips: 
 
  Detect Magic  
  Elemental Orb  
 
 Level 1 Spells: 
 
  Alarm  
  Enlarge  
  Lead Blades  
  Protect  
  Ruin  
  Shocking Grasp  
 
 Weapons: 
 
 Spada da Lato ( Wakizashi ): +7 Attack, 1d6+1 P or S Damage, 18-20 x2 Crit, Deadly 
 Dagger: +6 Attack, 1d4+1 P or S Damage, 19-20 x2 Crit, Thrown 10' 
 
 
Deadguy
 
  "You have made yourself known to me. My name is Skarl."  

He paused for a moment and looked between those present, confirming what the little bird, Amy, had said.

   "I can't remember anything before I woke up here."  

Skarl unfolded his arms and held his hands palm up as if to inspect them. The flexing of his fingers revealed dagger-sized claws. His lips curled in a grin, revealing predatory fangs that dwarfed the artificially sharpened incisors of the former gladiator.

  "If these beasts are so dangerous, perhaps we should put them down. Use the ruins to draw them in, cover our backs, and keep those not built for direct combat safe. Consider it payment for the meal you will provide us later..."  
 
 Spoiler: Character Information 
   Skarl   
Male Chaotic Neutral Varg (Lupin) Blue Mage || Freelancer,  Level  1,  Init  2,  HP  18/18,  DR  0,  Speed  30
 AC  20 (+2 Dex, +5 Deflect, +3 Evolved Instinct),  Touch  15,  Flat-footed  18,  CMD  20,  Fort  5,  Ref  4,  Will  2,  CMB  +7,  Base Attack Bonus  1
 Bite   +5 (1d8+10, x2 - Grab (+12) - Medium)
   Claws   +5 / +5 (1d4+7, x2)
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 16, Wis 10, Cha 8
 Condition  None
 
Dakrsidder
As his gaze still wondered around the scenery, Moon replied to no one in particular with disinterest.  "I'd say with nigh certainty no one knows anything simply based on situational similarities and the responses thus far." 

With the new information and the two before him appearing to be bracing themselves for combat, he looks between the two.  "Don't forget there's also the question of how many of them there are and exactly how much of a threat they pose. I wouldn't mind dealing with a few pest, but if they pose a sizable threat, it'd be rather tedious to deal with them all." 
Marcarius5555
 
 Originally Posted by ArvinLarn 
 Amy nods. Were all shepherds as well-informed as Marcos or was she just an ignorant rube by comparison? Neither answer was mutually exclusive, even.

  "Strange times we find ourselves in, alas."   She replies with a dissatisfied click of her tongue.   "Did you intend, perhaps, to do something about these odogaron? Before they can strike your pastures and your livelihood, I mean."   Because why else would Marcos stumble upon them while so clearly primed for bloodshed?

  "Because you mentioned as much that they were coming closer. How much more time do we have?"   Were it not for the prospect of the former Gladiator taking it the wrong way, Amy would have drawn steel already. Those beasts couldn't be far if they were as unnaturally ferocious as Marcos described them.

 
 Spoiler: OOC: Amy Stats 
  Myth Weavers Sheet  
 HP:  15/15
 AC:  20
 
 Touch: 15 
 Flatfooted: 15 
 
 Speed:  30'

 CMD : 16
 
 FCMD: 12 
 
 Saves: 
 
 Fortitude: +4 
 Reflex: +6 
 Will: +4 
 
  Hero Points:   1
  Channel Light Energy (Cleric):   6/6 per Day

  Stamina Pool:   2
  Sparking:  
 
  Spark of Battle  
 
 Limit Breaks:  1/1 per Day
 
  Fencer: Hummingstrike and Nighthawk  
  Red Mage: Dual Spellcasting and Flexibility  
 
 Panache Points ( Swashbuckler ):  3/3
 
 Derring-Do 
 Dodging Panache 
 Opportune Parry and Riposte 
 
 MP:  3/3
 Cantrips: 
 
  Detect Magic  
  Elemental Orb  
 
 Level 1 Spells: 
 
  Alarm  
  Enlarge  
  Lead Blades  
  Protect  
  Ruin  
  Shocking Grasp  
 
 Weapons: 
 
 Spada da Lato ( Wakizashi ): +7 Attack, 1d6+2 P or S Damage, 18-20 x2 Crit, Deadly 
 Dagger: +6 Attack, 1d4+1 P or S Damage, 19-20 x2 Crit, Thrown 10' 
 
 
 
 

Marcos flashes another toothy smile  "Indeed, I had, in fact, equipped myself with my old arena gear,"  here the former gladiator pauses and to make an unmistakable demonstrative gesture towards the oil-cured, highly-decorated breastplate of this distinctive leather armor by means of a wide-shouldered gesture, and then raises the thick blade of his sickle sword in a faux-strike, puncturing the air with a powerful pump of his corded muscles,  "for just this purpose. Hie--the talk of the taproom at Guiseppe's Taverna, a favorite watering hole of mine located only a small distance to the south at the roadside-settlement known as the Crossroads of the Eastern Carzavor Farmlands, is that these ferocious red-scaled reptile-wolves have made their home-away from home in an ancient ruin in the near vicinity of the Mausoleum you see before you. It just so happens that the proprietor of Guiseppe's, the eponymous Guiseppe Giancaroorlorosinni, and previously a sage-savant of natural history on the faculty of the renowned Orso University of the City-State of Carzacor, may have just dug up some critical intelligence in his retirement researches. It seems the old mausoleum contains a hidden tunnel which may provide a useful back-door into the purported lair of this invasive pack of odogarons. They've purportedly made a nest in an ancient temple-arena of the Old Empire which was used by the surreptitious followers of Lumenas, Dragon Goddess of Shadows and Hidden Knowledge, to conduct their terrible rites of sacrifice far from the prying eyes of the Imperial Authorities." 

Marcos tilts his head as another strange how pierces the late afternoon air,  "Hm... if I am correct, I'd say we have about 5-6 minutes to prepare ourselves before the pack arrives. We can either prepare ourselves to take them unawares, or face them on their own terms -- what say you?" 
Maou_Sama
"  5 minutes, great, enough time to act, what should we do with the sleepy ones??  ", She points with his tail towards the two people didn't woke up yet..."  Do we carry then inside or left as bait?  ", She look at the gladiator guy for a decision, "  Michia by the way  ", She made a reverence like a Noble.
Dakrsidder
With the lack of general information on the foe, Moon had concerns but ultimately shrugged them off.   ”I suppose if they’re coming, that’s all there is to it, but considering the terrain and the seeming lack of intellect from the foe, setting up a quick ambush should be relatively trivial. Simply something or someone to grab their attention as everyone else takes cover would suffice."   Overhearing the mention of using the unconscious ones, he did consider the possibility but shook the thought from his head.
Deadguy
 
  "It doesn't matter where they come from or why... I only care if they're a threat and a challenge."  

Skarl looked around at the others to gauge their willingness to fight. When Michia mentioned those who were not awake, he shook his head.

  "I will carry them to where we are going to set up the ambush."  

As if to emphasize his statement and leave little room for debate, he walked over to the still sleeping strangers and lifted them one by one onto his shoulders.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Medium load is 400 lbs, reducing speed to 20 ft
 

 
 Spoiler: Character Info 
   Skarl   
Male Chaotic Neutral Varg (Lupin) Blue Mage || Freelancer,  Level  1,  Init  2,  HP  18/18,  DR  0,  Speed  30
 AC  20 (+2 Dex, +5 natural, +3 evolved instinct),  Touch  15,  Flat-footed  18,  CMD  20,  Fort  5,  Ref  4,  Will  2,  CMB  +7,  Base Attack Bonus  1
[Bite[/B] +5 (1d8+10, x2 - Grasp (+12) - Average)
  Claw  +5 / +5 (1d4+7, x2)
 Abilities  Str 18, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 16, Wis 10, Cha 8
 Condition  None
 
ArvinLarn
Amahiel nods. She'd been quiet when Marcos demonstrated both his intentions to deal with the incoming Odogaron and his capacity to see the deed done without ending in an untimely demise. The former Gladiator was armed with strength and  information aplenty, probably why he wasn't fazed by the prospect of tackling the reptilian-hounds alone.

Or perhaps he was a fool, less so now that he'd stumbled onto her and the others.

Speaking of, Michia, Skarl and the other Elf were not about to turn tail and run. The Varg especially, if he was willing to bear the burden of carrying the others still unconscious without even being asked to do so rather than leave them lying as bait.

If nothing else, Amy couldn't help but nod in respect.   "Beasts like those Odogaron have no concept of Honor so I see no reason to extend that courtesy to them. Ambush it is."   Was her reply as she turns from the others back to Marcos.

  "Speaking of, that Odogaron nest you mentioned. How big is the bounty put forth to deal with it?"   One could almost see the glint of coin on the Greenette's eye, if they looked closely. Quite the coincidence to wake up in this Mausoleum of all places, at this specific time.

Perhaps they'd been sent here to deal with the nest before losing their memory?

  "Ach, I ask too many questions. Later, after we deal with this coming pack."  
 
 Spoiler: OOC: Amy Stats 
  Myth Weavers Sheet  
 HP:  15/15
 AC:  20
 
 Touch: 15 
 Flatfooted: 15 
 
 Speed:  30'

 CMD : 16
 
 FCMD: 12 
 
 Saves: 
 
 Fortitude: +4 
 Reflex: +6 
 Will: +4 
 
  Hero Points:   1
  Channel Light Energy (Cleric):   6/6 per Day

  Stamina Pool:   2
  Sparking:  
 
  Spark of Battle  
 
 Limit Breaks:  1/1 per Day
 
  Fencer: Hummingstrike and Nighthawk  
  Red Mage: Dual Spellcasting and Flexibility  
 
 Panache Points ( Swashbuckler ):  3/3
 
 Derring-Do 
 Dodging Panache 
 Opportune Parry and Riposte 
 
 MP:  3/3
 Cantrips: 
 
  Detect Magic  
  Elemental Orb  
 
 Level 1 Spells: 
 
  Alarm  
  Enlarge  
  Lead Blades  
  Protect  
  Ruin  
  Shocking Grasp  
 
 Weapons: 
 
 Spada da Lato ( Wakizashi ): +7 Attack, 1d6+1 P or S Damage, 18-20 x2 Crit, Deadly 
 Dagger: +6 Attack, 1d4+1 P or S Damage, 19-20 x2 Crit, Thrown 10' 
 
 
Marcarius5555
 "The bounty set by the Mazzivinni Family of Carzacor is 5,000 rose gold florins -- enough to purchase a small farm were one to secure the bounty." 

 
 Originally Posted by ArvinLarn 
 Amahiel nods. She'd been quiet when Marcos demonstrated both his intentions to deal with the incoming Odogaron and his capacity to see the deed done without ending in an untimely demise. The former Gladiator was armed with strength and  information aplenty, probably why he wasn't fazed by the prospect of tackling the reptilian-hounds alone.

Or perhaps he was a fool, less so now that he'd stumbled onto her and the others.

Speaking of, Michia, Skarl and the other Elf were not about to turn tail and run. The Varg especially, if he was willing to bear the burden of carrying the others still unconscious without even being asked to do so rather than leave them lying as bait.

If nothing else, Amy couldn't help but nod in respect.   "Beasts like those Odogaron have no concept of Honor so I see no reason to extend that courtesy to them. Ambush it is."   Was her reply as she turns from the others back to Marcos.

  "Speaking of, that Odogaron nest you mentioned. How big is the bounty put forth to deal with it?"   One could almost see the glint of coin on the Greenette's eye, if they looked closely. Quite the coincidence to wake up in this Mausoleum of all places, at this specific time.

Perhaps they'd been sent here to deal with the nest before losing their memory?

  "Ach, I ask too many questions. Later, after we deal with this coming pack."  
 
 Spoiler: OOC: Amy Stats 
  Myth Weavers Sheet  
 HP:  15/15
 AC:  20
 
 Touch: 15 
 Flatfooted: 15 
 
 Speed:  30'

 CMD : 16
 
 FCMD: 12 
 
 Saves: 
 
 Fortitude: +4 
 Reflex: +6 
 Will: +4 
 
  Hero Points:   1
  Channel Light Energy (Cleric):   6/6 per Day

  Stamina Pool:   2
  Sparking:  
 
  Spark of Battle  
 
 Limit Breaks:  1/1 per Day
 
  Fencer: Hummingstrike and Nighthawk  
  Red Mage: Dual Spellcasting and Flexibility  
 
 Panache Points ( Swashbuckler ):  3/3
 
 Derring-Do 
 Dodging Panache 
 Opportune Parry and Riposte 
 
 MP:  3/3
 Cantrips: 
 
  Detect Magic  
  Elemental Orb  
 
 Level 1 Spells: 
 
  Alarm  
  Enlarge  
  Lead Blades  
  Protect  
  Ruin  
  Shocking Grasp  
 
 Weapons: 
 
 Spada da Lato ( Wakizashi ): +7 Attack, 1d6+1 P or S Damage, 18-20 x2 Crit, Deadly 
 Dagger: +6 Attack, 1d4+1 P or S Damage, 19-20 x2 Crit, Thrown 10' 
 
 
 
 
ArvinLarn
 
 Originally Posted by Marcarius5555 
  "The bounty set by the Mazzivinni Family of Carzacor is 5,000 rose gold florins -- enough to purchase a small farm were one to secure the bounty."  
 

  "Plenty of coin."   Amy hummed approvingly.   "Must be plenty dangerous too."   Then again, perhaps Marcos was used to gambling his life in search of coin and glory as both a former Soldier and Gladiator.

  "Lead the way then. I can't quite remember how to set an ambush properly, at least against beasts like those odogaron."   Steel slides out of its sheath as the Elf draws a blade almost as slender as its wielder. The air hissed with a quiet menace as Amy swung the blade, testing it's balance.

She had never held this blade before far as she could recall. Yet, it's weight was a familiar comfort. One she would sorely need soon enough.

 
 Spoiler: OOC: Actions and Notes 
Amy's going to draw her weapon and enter the Eye of the Storm Stance before entering an ambush position as Marcarius5555 sees fit, maybe within the Mausoleum walls itself.
 

 
 Spoiler: OOC: Amy Stats 
  Myth Weavers Sheet  
 HP:  15/15
 AC:  20
 
 Touch: 15 
 Flatfooted: 15 
 
 Speed:  30'

 CMD : 16
 
 FCMD: 12 
 
 Saves: 
 
 Fortitude: +4 
 Reflex: +6 
 Will: +4 
 
  Hero Points:   1
  Channel Light Energy (Cleric):   6/6 per Day

  Stamina Pool:   2
  Sparking:  
 
  Spark of Battle  
 
 Limit Breaks:  1/1 per Day
 
  Fencer: Hummingstrike and Nighthawk  
  Red Mage: Dual Spellcasting and Flexibility  
 
 Panache Points ( Swashbuckler ):  3/3
 
 Derring-Do 
 Dodging Panache 
 Opportune Parry and Riposte 
 
 MP:  3/3
 Cantrips: 
 
  Detect Magic  
  Elemental Orb  
 
 Level 1 Spells: 
 
  Alarm  
  Enlarge  
  Lead Blades  
  Protect  
  Ruin  
  Shocking Grasp  
 
 Weapons: 
 
 Spada da Lato ( Wakizashi ): +7 Attack, 1d6+1 P or S Damage, 18-20 x2 Crit, Deadly 
 Dagger: +6 Attack, 1d4+1 P or S Damage, 19-20 x2 Crit, Thrown 10' 
 
 
Maou_Sama
At the mention of money, Mishia's eyes glowed in excitement:   "Very large bet, you know, high risk and high reward, that's gambler's life"  
Marcarius5555
The unearthly keening ceases for a long, tense moment.

Then, the red shadows of three ravenous creatures emerge from the shadows of the arboreal archway which provides entrance to the mausoleum and its attendant shrines. These appear to be juvenile members of their species, but are nevertheless fearsome. Their entire body, from their bulky heads to their wide tails, is covered in thick red scales of many shades -- at least crimson, burgundy, carmine, cardinal, ruby, and maroon. Their thick claws and teeth possess serrations similar to that of a shark. Their pair of elegant, almond-shaped eyes blaze with incandescent blue flames. The middle of the three emits a terrifying roar that appears to blister the air with searing heat energy,

   
   
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