<div class="floatright">(https://s6.postimg.org/bchi6gao1/Bunarai.jpg)(https://s6.postimg.org/d4ah1dh69/Leporex.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Moxephone and Lugo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585753#msg13585753)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Xia<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Leather armor, as shown<br/><strong>HP:</strong>15/21<br/><strong>Ammo:</strong>2<br/><hr/><br/>"As you like." Moxie tossed the tag to Xia. She made to hand the backpack over as well, then took a look at the half-breed's wings and put it on herself instead. "The tablets definitely look like a map to some kind of tower. Hopefully we'll be able to catch sight of it at some point. It seems pretty large by the depiction."<br/><br/>Moxie held up the strange purple sword for a closer look, flicking the blade a few times as she tried to figure out what it was made of. She spit on it, intending to rub out a small smudge of dirt, then dropped it with a yelp as the blade suddenly thickened and dulled into a... club? She carefully picked it back up and looked it over curiously. "Huh... I guess that's actually kind of useful... A sword that turns into a club. I don't know why it's activated by spitting on it tho~" Moxie's cheeks darkened in a blush as she noticed the particular shape of the 'club's' tip. "Oh. Right. The Anus. Of course it's that."<br/><br/>She seemed to relax a bit once she determined that wiping off the spit returned the sword to it's normal form. Noticing Xia's lack of a close weapon, she offered it over, hilt first. "Here, you take this. That bow is something else, but it's a good idea to carry something for fencing."<br/><br/>A quick look around confirmed that there wasn't any clear sign of where the other dryad had taken Kyoko. Not to say there weren't signs of course, there were plenty. Just none that they could identify as belonging to that particular pair.<br/><br/>"I say we follow the one that ran. Chances are she's headed to the same place they would have taken her, and if she's not she might be trying to get help from somewhere else."<br/><br/>The bound dryad shifted and moaned, causing the little flag planted in his ass to flutter.<br/><br/>"I think that's our queue to leave."<br/><br/>Moxie trotted into the foliage, Lugo close behind, murmuring as she went: "<em>I</em>am the hunter,<em>you</em>are the prey."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Using Hunt and Track on the dryad that got away:<br/>At 2017-12-02 22:51:36, Knarfy (uid: 59001) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=110831)<br/>✴ On a 7+, you follow the creature’s trail until there’s a significant change in its direction or mode of travel.<br/><br/>And Scene?<br/></div></div>