Els Enora: A steampunk fantasy epic.

"Dont need to slow em down. Just blind 'em, then roll out of the way and hit em with range" Marty pulls out a holster belt and straps it on, attaches pouches to it and fills one with flash bombs, then attaches a sheithed knife to his thigh and throws a bandolier on. Takes off his top hat replacing it with an old wide brim and then picks up the double barreled sawed off and slideds it into the custom built holster. walking out to the side of the wagon he says to the gaurds "ill sit outside just incase" he kicks the wagon and it shifts back into a suit case. He then picks it up and with a nod to the gaurd, walks to the drake into his room hides the case and then sits out side the Drake sipping at water.

The Urshul Roared as the bright light painfully blinded it. It began to thrash around the Cave in pain as it shook it's massive head. Just as it got over the pain and begin to sniff out the little nuisance......

Only to have a sack of Venom explode against it's nose.

The effect was similar to inhaling pepper. The Monster roared twice as loud as it began to tear up and sniffle and sneeze. The Hard sharp fur around the beasts head and neck soon began to Molt and fall off as the beast scrambled over the fire and back outside, running towards the nearby river as the venom began to poison it's lungs and strip skin off it's face.

{OCC} Congrats! 10 exp points XD {OOC}

Stepping out of the cave after the Urshul, Gareth looks around at the pack, melting away into the shadows. "Strange." he thinks to himself. "There should be more of them." Just as he hears a very distant howl, the baying of the rest of the pack, coming from the direction of town. Panic wells in his chest as Gareth realizes, this wasn't the full pack. He instantly breaks into a sprint, back towards town.

Trees and logs whip by as Gareth's legs carry him through the woods and into the field. The windows of the town reflect in the sunlight, and very clearly, in a wide circle closing in on the town are the rest of the pack, with the ones remaining from his fight joining the pack from the tree line ahead of him. Knowing he wouldn't be able to get there in time, an idea strikes him. He looks back into the forest, up a very slight hill path. Last he heard, there was a slumbering grand drake living in that hill. In the back of his head, his father's voice calls him a moron for thinking it, and he turns and runs full tilt up toward the hill.

He briefly realizes the irony behind what he intends, after being told the story behind the inn's namesake.

{{GM Speak: Dude, I am going to ENJOY making you pay for that ^_^}}

A Low Rumbling sound can be heard as Gareth sped into the dark forest that beside the great mountain which overlooked the city. Not so much heard, but felt, deep in the young mans chest. Down in the city, the Urshuls finaly met Esquires first line of defence.

As the loose ring of Predators began to close, a large contingent of the town guard advanced to meet them. With Jeronimus on the east end, staring down a massive black wolf that could only be the Alpha, and his Wife Ephilia on the west end, the Town guard grit thier teeth and readied thier weapons, embolded by the presence of thier Captains. Jeronimus Hefted his Warhammer with a feral grin as Ephilia Shouldered her Clockwork Rifle and sighted the closest Urshul to her. Her Shapely form clad in dark cloth trousers and tunic with a Leather vest overtop and a dark green cloak overtop of that. Her green eyes flashed as she fired, Taking an Urshul in the throat, dropping it immediatly. The other guardsmen and women hooted and cheered as the too few others with thier own rifles took aim and fired.

Hearing the Shot, Jeronimus' smile grew larger as he looked around, taking in the men and women under his command with his fierce and confident stare.

"Right Lads!" His voice Boomed, "We Don't Let a Single one into the City! I'll Dock your Pay for every one that does!" He Jested with a Laugh as the others joined in. The Few Riflemen and women with him begining thier own volleys on the rooftop of the city.

Gareth was getting close. The Rumbling was getting louder, sounding more like a massive ancient beast snoring away the centuries. The forest would grow darker and more oppresive as Gareth closed in. Eventualy reaching a stream that seemed to lead to the source of the snoring.

Back in the city, Marty would have to deal with a Building full of Worried people that soon grew into near panic as shots were heard in the outer circle of the city. Ms. Lamounge would do the best she could to calm them, ordering her staff to pass out her famous cookies and hot chocolate as she drifted through the crowded room offering warm smiles and soothing words.

Christopher Belhaan would finaly shoulder his massive rucksack full of tools and essentials and walk out the door of his workshop.........

....Right into the Path of a prowling Urshul.
The Beast jumped and growled at the young man who had blundered right into the path of the Northern ring of Urshuls. Cursing to himself, Christopher Reached to his side and unclipped his oversized steel wrench, holding it infront of him in some vain attempt to ward off the snarling beasts. Eyes wide in fear, Christopher stumbled backwards as he backpedaled, rolling back into a stance.

"Errrrr....Nice doggies?"

Luca watched from up the hill as Christopher pulled out his wrench. "Damn it!" He muttered "Your in the way." He turned the the Trap he had set up for the Urshul. he heard it coming and ran to improvise a counter measure. The conveniently placed boulder about the house had been a great Idea with a small amount of the Firepowder and a few bent trees the boulder Would be flung down the hill. And he'd even set it up so the house would, In all likelihood, remain upright. Or at least a direction. All to late he remembered that he'd already lite the fuse.

A Loud crack Shoot threw the air followed by a rumbling from the hill above Christopher and the Urshul. The Boulder was on it's way down.

From his hiding place behind a fallen tree Luca watched the Boulder Fly past him and Head down it's Intended course. "AhHAHA! Oh... Right. He's in the way..." His Triumphant Glee dissipated as easily as it had risen

Marty hefted his gun onto his shoulder at the sounds of fire. One of the waitresses steped out and asked what was going on but Marty waved her back into the building stating calmly, "dont worry. Just stay in doors I'll handle everything." And with that he stood up placed his suitcase down and kicked it open into the carriage and walked into the drake

"Ok everybody I know your scared but I need you to stay calm, every thing will be fine, the gaurds will do everything they can to protect you." Marty grabed a cookie and ate it as a man stood up and yelled "YA OLD MAN AND WHAT HAPPENS IF THEY CAN'T YOU GUNNA PROTECT US?" "You see this' hefting up his gun 'theres only a few ever been made, and the rounds are large and have to be custom made, and it will put a hole through ya this big" he held his fingers apart to show the size. "So you are safe now ima gunna wait outside and all you gunna stay in here and not make even the smallest peep and yall be safe ok?" Marty walked back outside and sat down on the attached seat of the amazing suitcase.

Following the stream toward the sound of the slumbering beast, Gareth notices the remains of some ancient hulk. A large machine, probably used for construction. What catches his eye though, is a length of chain near the wrecked machine. He grabs the chain, giving it a pull to test for strength. Even after so long, the chain holds strong... He marvels for a moment, before looking toward a cave opening nearby. This is madness...

Descending into what was likely an old mine, Gareth doesn't take long to spot his quarry. A massive Drake, curled up asleep on the ground in a large cavern, its shoulders rising and falling with its breaths. Gareth takes a moment to breathe, before climbing onto the beast's back. The creature, suck a deep sleeper, doesn't even twitch at the man climbing upon it. Gareth makes his way to the monster's neck, and closing his eyes tightly, grabs a hold of the beast, and plunges a dagger into it's back. The beast roars, suddenly interrupted from its slumber, and he uses this opportunity to throw the chain in its mouth, creating makeshift reigns for the Drake. It charges forward, smashing itself on the walls trying to loose Gareth from it's back. Lucky for me the ceiling is too high Gareth muses, while pulling to the sides hard, in an effort to steer the beast. Slowly, it manages to make its way to the entrance to the cavern, and back into the daylight.

Perched high and hidden in the recesses of a nearby tree, Ravager simply watched the battle for the town. The Tribes beastmaster had done well in choosing Urshals to weaken the town's defences. A fine specimen they were. He checked his spiker for the correct set of poisonous ammo, just incase there was any trouble. The Urshals were expected to cause as much damage as possible so that the Tribes Raiding party could come in and take care of any survivors.

Christopher and Luca

Christopher hit the dirt as the Urshul Leapt towards him, only to be splashed with blood as a boulder cannonballed into the hulking creature and crashing through one of the cities white cubed buildings. Peeking up and spotting Luca, Chris leapt to his feet and began to run up the hill.
Reaching Luca, he Gestures back to his Workshop.

"We need to get back there. I got alittle something that can help, but it Needs two People to Operate. I was hoping I wouldn't have to use it yet, It's not exactly finished."
Chris looked around nervously as more Urshuls began to close in on them.
"Unless you got more of those Rocket Rocks on you?"

Marty

Inside, You hear the people mutter and hush each other as you sit outside. Eventualy the door opens slightly and a Tray containing a Bowl of Fish Stew, a Loaf of Bread and butter with Tea gets pushed out with a small voice saying
"A thank you kind sir."

Gareth

Thundering out of It's cave, The Grand Drake tries to buck Gareth off for awhile, eventualy sawing into the chain with it's back teeth, severing it into two peices with one of those pieces getting stuck between two of it's teeth in it's upper jaw, giving the young hunter one length of chain to hold onto. Eventualy the great beast grows disinterested as it slowly makes it's way towards the River, Leaning it's head down to drink.

"Does it look like I Carry Rocks in my pockets. Tell me what it does and whats not quite right as we run."
He whipped open his walking stick to full length and started to the hut.

Marty smiles and picks up the tray and puts it on a table in the suitcase. Walks up to a side and kicks it out and then pulls up from the ground a clockwork chaingun. "just in case." He then walks back to the food picks up the bread dips it in the soup and eats it.

Ravager, still perched in the branches of his hiding place, pulled a small whistle, tied to a leather string around his neck, up to his mouth and blew into it. The whistle emanated a extremely high pitched sound reaching a frequency only the Urshals could hear causing a sort of ferocious determination in the heads of the beasts. They charged with more ferocity than ever before making Ravager smile behind is mask.

Ravager
As Ravager observed the carnage in the city below, a small golden orb buzzed past his head and circled a few times before finaly landing on a small branch nearby.
A small clockwork machine with an ornate gilded body that showed the moving gears and components inside. The machine looked up at ravager with it's single green lense before it's back section opened up as it's monofiliment wings folded back, revealing a beam of green light that quickly formed into a holographic miniaturized version of a strange man in strange garb.



The strange masked man regarded Ravager with a glowing cold analytical eye before speaking in a hollow mechanicaly augmented voice.
"Ah, Ravage! About time I found you my Filthy Little cheiftan. Ha HA! How goes the battle? Has the City been taken yet?"

Christopher and Luca
Christopher scratched the back of his head.
"Well. It kind of.....moves. You'll see, common we're almost there!"
As they made thier way towards His workshop, Chris could hear the braying and howling of the Urshuls somewhere down the hill and by the sound of it, they were getting closer. Running up to the Bay door at the front of the Workshop, Chris Pulled up his sleeves and moved the massive wheeled sliding door across. Inside was a large lump in the middle of the workshop, covered by a Large Canvas Sheet.

Ravager looked at the city then back at the hologram and spoke in a thick accented voice. "The scouting party seems to be working quite.... well. Infact too well. My Tribesmen may not have anyone to feed their spears tonight. How is.... that?" He honestly didnt care what his temporary "partner" thought of this answer as Ravager only cared in the bloodshed of others. He tilted his head to one side slightly awaiting a response...

Wrenching hard on the chain, Gareth tries desperately to steer the beast below him toward town. The drake lets out a howl of annoyance that echoes all around, the creature seemingly having forgot about the person on its back. Grasping tightly with his thighs, Gareth wedges one of his blades between the scales on the drake's back, spurring it into forward motion, in the general direction of the town.

Ravager

The Miniature man let out a horridly chill laugh and simply waved a hand, as if dismissing the imminent destruction of the entire town as unimportant.
"As long as you bring me the two Engineers," Here the hologram of the man shrunk as a profile shot of both Christopher and Luca were shown. "Intact and breathing the City is yours to do with as you please. I will not accept failure savage chief. Those boys are a nessisary cog in the gears of my plan. I'm leaving this 'eye' here with you. contact me when you have them in your possesion."

And with that, the Insect-like machine disconnected the hologram as it took to the air, running a slow lazy circle around Ravagers Tree.

Marty

Pitter pitter pat went the silent hunter. An Urshul that had slipped through the cities defences and into it's heart. It's Muzzle was already coated with the blood of the city guard. Prowling through the alleys made dark by shade, the creature used it's agility to jump it's way up quietly to the rooftops of the city, well aware to keep in the blind spot of the clock tower as it began to stalk across the tile roof to the edge.

It wanted meat. It's belly wasen't even near full. The Wolfoid creature raised it's snout and sniffed. Yes! There was meat inside this structure. Much meat and scared! Padding carefully, the Urshul scented someone near. Someone strong. Peeking over the edge of the Inn, it spied meat. Much meat and Fat. The urshul licked it's lips and readied itself to pounce.

Yes. It would have meat.

Christopher/Luca

"Now Stand back and BE AMAZED!"
Cried Chris as he hauled on the Canvas sheet with a flourish, revealing an ungainly, Ramshackle Mechanical monstrosity that looked suspiciously like a boat with six Crablike legs. The Prow Jutted forward daggerlike past the mechanical legs, with the back housing what appeared to be the steam engine, giving the machine the apprerance of being very back heavy if it wasen't for the cannon turret perched atop of the front 'deck'

Christopher wasted no time pulling a hatch on it's side open and beckoning to Christopher.
"Common! I need someone to keep an eye on the engine while I drive."

The inside was cramped, surprisingly clean and stank of oil and scrap metal. Christopher wormed into the control seat located at the 'tip' of the dagger like prow, his vision limited by the view ports at the front and side. The back of the Machine where the engine sat was a nightmare of Pumps, valves and control dials. rummaging around, Christopher grabbed two throat mics and a pair of headphones and wormed his way back to Luca.

Gareth
The great Reptile tried unsucessfully at bucking the small annoyance off of it's back and so ducked into a loaping run that soon turned into a flat out stampede through the forest.

And towards the City.

Luca's right eye twitched at the sight of the chaos inside. "Can't you make anything that's practical? I mean come on! This valve isn't doing anything! It's like you used it to extend the pipe." He took a few deep breaths and coughed as he inhaled dust and grim. "I'll fix this later. right now it will have to do." He Started Examining the engine in greater detail so he could operate it better (16(Roll)+4(Skill)+20) "Ooookay.... I think I go this. But it will take some time to build up enough pressure. Pass me something to like it with."

'You will accept whatever i tell you to' he thought to himself. With that Ravager jumped from branch to branch from tree to tree in search for the young engineers.

hearing some strange noises Marty steps out of the amazing suitcase and looks around. Seeing nothing he turns back only to notice a shadow and looks up as some big black thing lands on him. as they hit ground Marty grabs hold of fur and rolls and tumbles then splits apart.
Marty gets up and turns to his attacker seeing a urshal ready to charge. maty grabs his knife and throws it at the creature fturns and runs back to the suitcase for the shotgun.