Confused by the fourth wall break, the eagle stops and hovers down to where the raven guard is.
Eagle: "Uh, no. It's a letter for the leaders of this tribe, directly from King Erdrik himself."
Raven: “Oh that’s intriguing! We will send this to Lord Razar soon enough. Also, ahem, the Postal fee?” -the Raven smirked as he held out his hand, oh those economical kleptomaniac birds!-
Raven: “Oh that’s intriguing! We will send this to Lord Razar soon enough. Also, ahem, the Postal fee?” -the Raven smirked as he held out his hand, oh those economical kleptomaniac birds!-
Eagle: "Oh, uh... okay."
The eagle gives the raven a handful of cash.
-the Raven snickers and soon flies off to to go meet his leaders, obviously loving the little scam he pulled.-
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Post by Shamrock on Sept 20, 2021 10:22:08 GMT
In the northernmot of the Mountains of Iron, a small column of Sabretoothes slips into an inconspicuous ravine - wide enough at the bottom to admit their vehicles, but so narrow at the top that you'd barely notice it was there - and so travel south, using the underground route to slip past any sentries enemy tribes might have posted to look out for Hunters climbing into the mountains.
They travel hundreds of feet into the tunnel, freezing the swirling waters of the river, until the walls are so narrow that they scrape against the legs of the Sabretooth Walkers, and the gap in the roof narrows to no more than half an inch wide, before vanishing altogether and leaving no light but the pale gleam of ice. The lead walker halts ten minutes later, unable to progress any farther, and the White Lioness turns to Scodrick and their guards.
"We will need to leave our vehicles here. We'll continue on bikes and speedors."
The column descends onto their lighter modes of transport, allowing them to progress deeper into the mountains, until the Queen suddenly swerves out of the river and onto a narrow stone ramp, amost invisible in the darkness. As her escort follows, one by one, she presses her hand against the wall; with a loud rumble, a large stone slab swings out into the ravine, revealing a hidden passage within the rock. The White Lioness leads the way along it, the ice creeping along beneath her, its pale light showing veins of iron running through the wall. Once the tunnel entrance is sealed behind them, the group goes on, slipping through ancient tunnels carved by the Hunters centuries, maybe millenia ago. Here and there, their icy light shows an opening in one wall or the other, leading to who knows where; the Queen seems certain of their route, however, barely glancing at the other passage as they pass through the curving tunnel.
batonmaster500 (continuation of my post in Arctic North)
-last edited on Sept 20, 2021 10:24:40 GMT by Shamrock
Post by Shamrock on Sept 20, 2021 10:24:08 GMT
Occasionally she speaks, directing them down a different passage, but otherwise remains silent, Twice the company halts, to rest and to eat, and sleep. After what feels like an eon, the Queen signals for her followers to stop. Dismounting from her bike, she takes several paces forward, revealing a wall of solid rock before them. She presses a hand against it, much as she did in the ravine, finding the opening mechanism. After days in the icy dark, the Hunters have to squint at blazing sunlight, as the wall itself swings outwards, tearing aside vines and tree branches that had grown over it during so many hundreds of years of disuse, revealing the Outland jungle.
In the western mountains, above the lands held by the Minor Tribes, a large band of Crocodiles emerge from a river. Some climb onto the banks, while others continue swimming or in small boats. They make their way up the mountain slopes, mostly staying in the water and so avoiding detection by the many southern colonists who live here.
Eventually, as they near the northern end of the Iron Mountains, they are met by a dozen guards from the nearby Croc settlement, where they take shelter for the night and are given fresh provisions, along with more cold-weather equipment and land vehicles. The next day, Queen Carina's task force - along with an additional sixty warriors from the colony - leave for the Arctic North.
The Trio of Raven Siblings arrive at their camp hidden within the mountain cleft.
After removing the newcomer's blindfold, Rylee dives into a pile of junk and begins to write on a checkboard. Massaging her injury, Rorci resumes tinkering with her Raven Glider before throwing a nasty stare at Eliaphet.
Waving off his sisters ill temper, Ryd pats the Eagle on the back and offers her a piece of dried fruit. "Sorry about the mess, but we haven't been here for a while. Too busy making a living, you see." He strolls over to the junk pile and pulls out a portion of a wing belonging to an Eagle Jet. Inspecting it, he resumes questioning Eliaphet.
"So what brings you to our neck of the woods. I hear things are getting quite risky over at the Eagle Spire."
Wiping dust off her robe, Eliaphet responds. "As everything in Chima, though I've been content to keep to my mapmaking ways and haven't visited in some time. However, I am intrigued in learning about a certain legend."
Ryd's eyes grow wide with pride. "Legend? You're writing a book about legends along with those maps of yours?"
Eliaphet smiles. "Of course, I'm an Eagle after all."
Having her full attention, Ryd adjusts the dusty insignia of the Raven Tribe on his chest and asked excitedly "And of whom is this particular legend about?"
"First I'll need to know about his whereabouts in order to schedule an interview. He goes by the name of—the Musician."
Ryd's face immediately grows downcast and he dejectedly responds. "Oh, him." In the background, Rorci chuckles to herself.
The Trio of Raven Siblings arrive at their camp hidden within the mountain cleft.
After removing the newcomer's blindfold, Rylee dives into a pile of junk and begins to write on a checkboard. Massaging her injury, Rorci resumes tinkering with her Raven Glider before throwing a nasty stare at Eliaphet.
Waving off his sisters ill temper, Ryd pats the Eagle on the back and offers her a piece of dried fruit. "Sorry about the mess, but we haven't been here for a while. Too busy making a living, you see." He strolls over to the junk pile and pulls out a portion of a wing belonging to an Eagle Jet. Inspecting it, he resumes questioning Eliaphet.
"So what brings you to our neck of the woods. I hear things are getting quite risky over at the Eagle Spire."
Wiping dust off her robe, Eliaphet responds. "As everything in Chima, though I've been content to keep to my mapmaking ways and haven't visited in some time. However, I am intrigued in learning about a certain legend."
Ryd's eyes grow wide with pride. "Legend? You're writing a book about legends along with those maps of yours?"
Eliaphet smiles. "Of course, I'm an Eagle after all."
Having her full attention, Ryd adjusts the dusty insignia of the Raven Tribe on his chest and asked excitedly "And of whom is this particular legend about?"
"First I'll need to know about his whereabouts in order to schedule an interview. He goes by the name of—the Musician."
Ryd's face immediately grows downcast and he dejectedly responds. "Oh, him." In the background, Rorci chuckles to herself.
While carving a stick, Ryd begin to tell his tale in a rather irritated tone. "Oh yes, he was a valuable customer as anyone, but quite the dangerous type. Funny, since he only wanted meager supplies and none of the hard to come by, our specialty."
Noting the time of day, Eliaphet became slightly impatient. "But beyond that, how would one find him?"
Dropping a large pile of sticks in front of them, Rorci interrupts the conversation. "You don't find him, he finds you. If you want a meet up, you'll need to pay up. Have something of value and he'll be ready with an answer." She then drops a match into the pile, which starts up a small fire.
Eliaphet ponders her words for a moment before inquiring further. "Alright, but what might be a good meeting spot?"
Poking her head out from under the junk pile, Rylee offers a solution. "Why not complete a delivery for us? Then you could have a chance to meet him for you're book!"
Ryd slaps his knee and chuckles. "A fine idea. He's on our schedule anyhow, so how about it?"
Shaking hands with him, Eliaphet agrees and they begin their preparations.
A large force of Gorillas, comprising almost the entire section of the army not already at Black Fang Mountain, marches up into the Mountains of Iron. As they go steadily higher, their vehicles and infantry are forced to divide into thin columns. Gorvan, wary of a possible ambush in the narrow mountain passes, sends the air force out for several miles in every direction to watch from above and warn of any attack before it begins.
On the afternoon of their second day in the mountains, as the first columns of the vanguard begin to file down into the eastern foothills and the rearguard start their descent out of the high pass, the wind picks up. Dark clouds swirl down from the skies as a thunderhead forms, forks of lightning splitting the heavens.
As the Gorilla Air Force aborts its mission, looking for a suitable landing ground, the storm strikes. A full third of their planes are snatched away by an unnatural wind and swept away to the south, flung towards the Gorge of Eternal Death. Those that remain are battered by gales from all sides, many of their slower helicopters smashed against the mountain peaks, whilst those higher in the air are blasted by lighnting. Panicking, the remainder of their pilots nosedive into the shelter of a nearby valley, or else eject from their cockpits and parachute down.
With a sudden roar, the nearest mountain shakes, loosing an avalanche on the rearguard. Dozens of mechs leap from the road, scrambling beneath an overhanging ledge, whilst those on foot dive beneath nearby landcruisers or plug Chi. Hundreds of blue and red lights flash, blasting the snow into smaller segments and partially diverting the oncoming wave, but not the rockfall that follows. Several landcruisers are smashed beneath the boulders and buried with what was once a road.
Below, the Gorilla Army, watches in horror as their stragglers vanish into the storm.
A large force of Gorillas, comprising almost the entire section of the army not already at Black Fang Mountain, marches up into the Mountains of Iron. As they go steadily higher, their vehicles and infantry are forced to divide into thin columns. Gorvan, wary of a possible ambush in the narrow mountain passes, sends the air force out for several miles in every direction to watch from above and warn of any attack before it begins.
On the afternoon of their second day in the mountains, as the first columns of the vanguard begin to file down into the eastern foothills and the rearguard start their descent out of the high pass, the wind picks up. Dark clouds swirl down from the skies as a thunderhead forms, forks of lightning splitting the heavens.
As the Gorilla Air Force aborts its mission, looking for a suitable landing ground, the storm strikes. A full third of their planes are snatched away by an unnatural wind and swept away to the south, flung towards the Gorge of Eternal Death. Those that remain are battered by gales from all sides, many of their slower helicopters smashed against the mountain peaks, whilst those higher in the air are blasted by lighnting. Panicking, the remainder of their pilots nosedive into the shelter of a nearby valley, or else eject from their cockpits and parachute down.
With a sudden roar, the nearest mountain shakes, loosing an avalanche on the rearguard. Dozens of mechs leap from the road, scrambling beneath an overhanging ledge, whilst those on foot dive beneath nearby landcruisers or plug Chi. Hundreds of blue and red lights flash, blasting the snow into smaller segments and partially diverting the oncoming wave, but not the rockfall that follows. Several landcruisers are smashed beneath the boulders and buried with what was once a road.
Below, the Gorilla Army, watches in horror as their stragglers vanish into the storm.
A large force of Gorillas, comprising almost the entire section of the army not already at Black Fang Mountain, marches up into the Mountains of Iron. As they go steadily higher, their vehicles and infantry are forced to divide into thin columns. Gorvan, wary of a possible ambush in the narrow mountain passes, sends the air force out for several miles in every direction to watch from above and warn of any attack before it begins.
On the afternoon of their second day in the mountains, as the first columns of the vanguard begin to file down into the eastern foothills and the rearguard start their descent out of the high pass, the wind picks up. Dark clouds swirl down from the skies as a thunderhead forms, forks of lightning splitting the heavens.
As the Gorilla Air Force aborts its mission, looking for a suitable landing ground, the storm strikes. A full third of their planes are snatched away by an unnatural wind and swept away to the south, flung towards the Gorge of Eternal Death. Those that remain are battered by gales from all sides, many of their slower helicopters smashed against the mountain peaks, whilst those higher in the air are blasted by lighnting. Panicking, the remainder of their pilots nosedive into the shelter of a nearby valley, or else eject from their cockpits and parachute down.
With a sudden roar, the nearest mountain shakes, loosing an avalanche on the rearguard. Dozens of mechs leap from the road, scrambling beneath an overhanging ledge, whilst those on foot dive beneath nearby landcruisers or plug Chi. Hundreds of blue and red lights flash, blasting the snow into smaller segments and partially diverting the oncoming wave, but not the rockfall that follows. Several landcruisers are smashed beneath the boulders and buried with what was once a road.
Below, the Gorilla Army, watches in horror as their stragglers vanish into the storm.
OOC: So this is the end of Gorvan?
OOC: Gorvan was toward the front of the army, rather than at the very back, so he's fine.
Basically, the Sabretooth raid on the Sacred Pool (which is based on the similar raid conducted by the Wolves in episode 10 of the TV series) has upset the Elemental Balance. Combined with the existing imbalance caused by Fire and Ice Tribes crossing over the border due to the war, this should cause the earthquakes and airstorms to intensify significantly - making travel (particularly by air) dangerous. I wanted to do an IC representation of that, and the Gorilla air force seemed like the best way to do that. It's a big enough event to draw everyone's attention, but since the Gorillas are en route to join up with the already large Unichi army, it doesn't completely disrupt any plot lines yet.