<strong>Name:</strong>Lucas Myers/Isabelle<strong>Passion:</strong>Doubt<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>4(5) +3 vs Frost<strong>Skills:</strong>Endurance ( ) Brawl (X) Throw ( )<br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>3(3)<strong>Traits:</strong>1.( ) 2.( ) 3.( )<br/><strong>AP:</strong>6(8)[2]<strong>SP:</strong>1[6]<strong>CP:</strong>3(6)<br/><hr/><br/>Bells started ringing out on the caravans, loudly, as the guards that were off-duty came on duty, and reported to their officers as they halted in the sands to make a hasty defense.  The guards were passed a variety of ranged weapons - mostly Enendian breech-loading rifles, but Michiru would be able to spot a handful of Kanissian last-generation lever-action ones amongst their number.  On top of that, she could see a third of the guards armed with throwing blades of one stripe or another.  Even so, there were a<em>lot</em>more of the creatures than there were of the guards - they had obviously been expecting something more like bandits or a larger predator that could be outnumbered and handled with armor, shield, and spear.<br/><br/>It was hard to make out details at a distance off, but as they grew closer, Michiru would be able to see them come into full focus.  Full, sharp,<em>stormy</em>focus.  They were black birds, with the sounds of thunder rushing forward ahead of them, even though the sky showed no signs of that weather as a possibility.  One might have mistaken them for crows at a fair distance off, but as they winged closer, it became clear they were bigger than that.  These were the crows' bigger relations: ravens.  And given their thunderous intonations, one specific breed came to mind.<br/><br/>It begged the question, though: what<em>were</em>Stormravens doing here?  Even as Lucas stuck his head out of his caravan wagon to see what was going on, the question remained.  After all, there was one hard and fast rule about Stormravens...