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The Merry Trolls flee the law...

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  1. -- abysmalAirspace [AA] began trolling nervyMoxie [NM] at 10:36 --
  2. -- nervyMoxie [NM] They've been traveling for nights now, trying to stay ahead of the authorities. For now they're hiding in a forest, keeping quiet. --
  3. -- nervyMoxie [NM] The merry trolls have been whittled down drastically. --
  4. -- abysmalAirspace [AA] is keeping watch. The deep bags under her eyes attest to her stress and lack of proper rest, but she's determined to keep everyone safe. Her lady... --
  5. NM: S☼? H☼w's it l☼☼k, Sentinel?
  6. AA: <\ Everything is - />
  7. -- abysmalAirspace [AA] cuts herself off, raising a hand for quiet as she spies something far off in the woods. --
  8. -- nervyMoxie [NM] Everyone falls quiet the moment she moves her hand. Riskshot readies her bow. --
  9. -- abysmalAirspace [AA] stares intently, and - yes, it's the signs of movement. Her keen eyes look out into the darkness, and she raises four fingers before pointing in the direction of the patrol. --
  10. -- nervyMoxie [NM] looks over that way. She can spot the trolls--soldiers from the army. Judging by their uniforms they aren't high rank. So they send the disposable ones after them. How insulting. She scowls. --
  11. -- nervyMoxie [NM] motions for the Sentinel and Stinkear to come along with her. --
  12. -- abysmalAirspace [AA] silently lowers her hand and draws her rapier. She nods, and follows along with Riskshot. --
  13. -- nervyMoxie [NM] The soldiers are too busy looking ahead to notice them. Riskshot hides behind a tree and motions for Stinkear to go around the other way. --
  14. -- nervyMoxie [NM] draws her bow and waits. --
  15. -- abysmalAirspace [AA] moves closer and leans against a tree, out of sight, watching the patrol carefully. --
  16. -- nervyMoxie [NM] shoots when the last troll of the patrol swings by them. The arrows goes cleanly through his throat. He falls with a gurgle. --
  17. -- abysmalAirspace [AA] launches forward, thrusting her rapier through the back of the second guard. --
  18. -- nervyMoxie [NM] The trolls have finally noticed something's wrong and a delayed shout of warning goes out. By then, Riskshot's dropped down and shot another clean through the eye. --
  19. -- abysmalAirspace [AA] sticks her rapier through one of the guardsman's throats - but not before he fires a shot into the darkness. --
  20. -- nervyMoxie [NM] The shot hits Riskshot right in the arm and she gives a pained cry. The soldiers are now blindly firing in the dark. --
  21. -- abysmalAirspace [AA] snarls, stabbing her rapier into the gut of another troll and out through the other end. --
  22. -- nervyMoxie [NM] still tries to shoot though it obviously pains her now. She manages to wound another troll before falling back for cover. --
  23. -- nervyMoxie [NM] Stinkear suddenly bursts out of the bushes and right in the middle of the squadron, knocking a bunch of trolls over. He roars and bashes some heads in with his mace. --
  24. -- abysmalAirspace [AA] is still in there, fighting. Bullets whizz past her, a few nicking her skin, but she's good or lucky enough to avoid major injury. She works with Stinkear easily, mace and rapier making quick work of the trolls, but... --
  25. -- nervyMoxie [NM] is just trying to keep her distance now, using her bow to knock out any trolls near her. Eventually the squadron is taken care of in a messy, messy splatter. --
  26. -- abysmalAirspace [AA] breathes heavily, wiping away the blood from a cut in her side. --
  27. -- nervyMoxie [NM] Stinkear stands next to her, a big stupid grin on his face. --
  28. -- nervyMoxie [NM] goes over to them, signalling for them to head back to the group. --
  29. AA: <\ Good work, brother... />
  30. -- abysmalAirspace [AA] salutes him with an arm over her chest. --
  31. -- nervyMoxie [NM] gave up trolling abysmalAirspace [AA] at 11:00 --
  32. -- nervyMoxie [NM] began trolling abysmalAirspace [AA] at 11:00 --
  33. -- abysmalAirspace [AA] looks to Riskshot, obviously concerned. She walks with her back to the others. --
  34. -- nervyMoxie [NM] leans against the tree, examining her wound. Prodding it, even. --
  35. -- abysmalAirspace [AA] fetches bandages, and heads to Riskshot. --
  36. -- abysmalAirspace [AA] speaks quietly. --
  37. AA: <\ My lady... let me take care of you. />
  38. NM: Fiiine, but just because I d☼n't wanna sl☼w y☼u all d☼wn.
  39. -- nervyMoxie [NM] holds out her arm. It's still bleeding. --
  40. -- abysmalAirspace [AA] frowns, concerned, and disinfects the wound before beginning to bandage it up. --
  41. AA: <\ I would not leave you behind... />
  42. -- nervyMoxie [NM] hisses as the disinfectant is applied and wriggles a bit. --
  43. AA: <\ I am sorry, my lady. It must be done. />
  44. NM: Nah... if it came t☼ that... I'd ☼rder y☼u all t☼.
  45. NM: Yeah, let's just get it ☼ut.
  46. -- abysmalAirspace [AA] shakes her head. --
  47. AA: <\ I could not obey that order. />
  48. NM: Y☼u'd have t☼.
  49. AA: <\ I could not live with myself. />
  50. -- abysmalAirspace [AA] bandages Riskshot's arm, carefully tying it off. --
  51. -- nervyMoxie [NM] flexes her arm, wincing. --
  52. NM: Heh. Pretty extreme, d☼n'tcha think?
  53. AA: <\ I do not think so. />
  54. NM: L☼☼k, get Stinkear ☼ver here, I g☼tta have s☼me☼ne carry me. We g☼tta m☼ve, fast. Th☼se imperial d☼gs are h☼t ☼n ☼ur trail.
  55. AA: <\ Yes, my lady. />
  56. -- abysmalAirspace [AA] is clearly concerned as she goes to fetch Stinkear. She explains what he needs to do, and he's soon over to Riskshot to do her bidding. --
  57. NM: C'm☼n, merry tr☼lls! We've g☼tta g☼--!
  58. -- nervyMoxie [NM] Just as Stinkear bends down to pick Riskshot up, he suddenly rolls forward. Protruding from his back are... some harpoons fuck. --
  59. -- abysmalAirspace [AA] snarls, stepping in front of Riskshot, her rapier out. --
  60. -- nervyMoxie [NM] The other squadron has caught up. There's more than before, and they're all armed to the teeth. --
  61. -- nervyMoxie [NM] knows it's a lost situation--she doesn't want to lose anymore of her trolls, so she fires off several smoke arrows. --
  62. NM: Fall back!!
  63. -- abysmalAirspace [AA] sheathes her rapier and picks up Riskshot without a word, grunting in effort as she hurries with the others. --
  64. -- nervyMoxie [NM] has been lagging behind when suddenly... she's being carried? Oh okay. --
  65. NM: Hey, put me d☼wn!!
  66. AA: <\ No. />
  67. -- nervyMoxie [NM] B( --
  68. -- nervyMoxie [NM] knows that now isn't the time to argue. But her pride's been hurt. --
  69. -- abysmalAirspace [AA] regrets it, truly. But she doesn't say another word until the merry trolls have escaped the patrols. It seems as if some of them haven't made it... --
  70. -- nervyMoxie [NM] Though they finally stop, Riskshot can still hear the shouts and screams as trolls die. She grits her teeth. --
  71. NM: ... let's m☼ve.
  72. AA: <\ Yes, my lady. />
  73. -- nervyMoxie [NM] turns away and disappears into the underbrush, the other trolls following her. --
  74. -- nervyMoxie [NM] gave up trolling abysmalAirspace [AA] at 11:34 --
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