RESCUE LOG NUMERO TRES [open!]
Characters: Anyone from the Convoy
Content: Time to rescue the prisoner!
Setting: The eastern foothills of the Badlands mountains.
Time: after Bumblebee's post and Prime's post.
Notes: The first thread will be for the rescue of the prisoner. After that, feel free to start your own threads if you want to take on a satyr. There are seven total -- enough for everyone. You can go solo or team up with another character: just note in your subject line if you want a NPC to battle!
Tucked into a valley along the eastern edge of the Badlands mountains, the ritual was well in progress. It looked exactly as Bumblebee had described it: five satyrs danced around a human male, tied to a hastily-constructed altar of sorts. Runes were carved in the rough-hewn stone as well as the ground around it. These runes gave off a bright blue-white glow. The dancing satyrs chanted in a language familiar only to those who dabbled in inadvisable, corrupting dark magic.
Three more satyrs stood guard at intervals, a good twenty feet away from the dancing, chanting circle. They stood at average human height, though the dancers were a head taller than the guards. As of yet, they were unaware that forces were massing against them.
But massing those forces were. Those with Prime had driven across the pass at top speed and had joined Bumblebee in his hiding spot a bit above the action. The pilots, with any luck, had found a place to land their planes and let their passengers disembark. Now that they were in place...it was time. They didn't have a moment to lose. Prime pointed his rifle to the sky and shot off a plasma bolt, giving the signal to charge. He himself changed to vehicle mode and shot off down the hill, heading for the monsters and their captive.
Content: Time to rescue the prisoner!
Setting: The eastern foothills of the Badlands mountains.
Time: after Bumblebee's post and Prime's post.
Notes: The first thread will be for the rescue of the prisoner. After that, feel free to start your own threads if you want to take on a satyr. There are seven total -- enough for everyone. You can go solo or team up with another character: just note in your subject line if you want a NPC to battle!
Tucked into a valley along the eastern edge of the Badlands mountains, the ritual was well in progress. It looked exactly as Bumblebee had described it: five satyrs danced around a human male, tied to a hastily-constructed altar of sorts. Runes were carved in the rough-hewn stone as well as the ground around it. These runes gave off a bright blue-white glow. The dancing satyrs chanted in a language familiar only to those who dabbled in inadvisable, corrupting dark magic.
Three more satyrs stood guard at intervals, a good twenty feet away from the dancing, chanting circle. They stood at average human height, though the dancers were a head taller than the guards. As of yet, they were unaware that forces were massing against them.
But massing those forces were. Those with Prime had driven across the pass at top speed and had joined Bumblebee in his hiding spot a bit above the action. The pilots, with any luck, had found a place to land their planes and let their passengers disembark. Now that they were in place...it was time. They didn't have a moment to lose. Prime pointed his rifle to the sky and shot off a plasma bolt, giving the signal to charge. He himself changed to vehicle mode and shot off down the hill, heading for the monsters and their captive.