Nagaram

[Razuel]

Angel looked around as she was slowly lifted down, looking at her tail and hugging it as she reached the floor, shaking her head in response to the rider and quickly going in for a hug, her own tail neatly tucked around her leg, but pulled back in a groan as there was still some pain in her tail, a true discolouration near her tail end, along with a negative blood on her where her tail was pinned.




(Negative colour when you posterior a picture in photoshop.)

[Alessia Starfurr]

The rider did not resist the hug letting Angel hug her. "I-I can heal that tail for you." She offered a purple glow could be seen coming from where her upper chest would be,  the light shining through the openinings of her armor.

[Razuel]

Angel brought her tail up and graciously handed it to the rider, feeling trust in him for helping her pain and helping her down, but she soon brought her attention to the light coming from the armor, poking at the holes with her finger.

[Rayleonarde]

After a while, the faint sound of drums carried through the air. Ponderous and menacing, they signaled the horde's approach.

At the fair, the purple raccoons stopped what they were doing and appeared horrified. A few minutes would pass, before the raccoons began herding people away.


Errol blanched as the noise reached his ears. He looked at the rider and Angel, and spoke quickly and somberly. "Y-You to need t'leave, or find a place to hide quick like." He poked his head out of a window, and spoke to one of his people in their own tongue. A few moments more would pass, before Errol closed the window and barred it shut.


Cresting above the trees was a massive stone tower, adorned with spikes, chains, and skulls. Banners flew from the structure, bearing what appeared to be a bloodied claw. The tower connected to a massive base, which acted as a mobile castle. Huge iron wheels creaked and groaned as purple raccoons pushed or pulled the vehicle, under the crack of a whip. A horde, thousands strong, created a living wall to keep the slaves from running. Each hordesman bore weapons, either crude or properly forged, and armor adorned with purple fur. They marched sloppily, but organized. They all bore the bloodied-claw banner, the same as the tower. Though the rest of the land wouldn't know, the raccoons knew all-too well. Kairos had arrived.




Kairos the Bloodied, son of Karg the Murderer, son of Gore-eater Lon, stood above his horde on the balcony of his mobile fortress, gnashing his jagged and disgusting teeth. The massive warthog stood around 8' tall, weighed as much as the golden throne he sat upon, and could tear stones asunder. He wore the chain-laden black-leather armor from his father before him, and carried the wickedly jagged sword his father bore. Upon his back was a beautiful, but raggedly crafted, purple raccoon-fur cape, clasped around his throat  by a black-iron chain. Kairos knew his favorite prey had set up near the kingdoms of Soulez and Tenliov, and his bloodlust had peaked during the boring travel through the mountains. He figured a few more hours and the hunt would begin.

[Alessia Starfurr]

"Is there  a lock on the door?"The rider asked, turning to look behind her.

[Rayleonarde]

Errol shook his head. "Unfortunately no, I jus' hang a few empties off the thing." He looked about the wagon, before shaking his head. "Get 'cherselves outta this place. Run an' hide, 'afore the horde shows." He sighed. "Kairos'll sniff y'out in here." Errol smiled sadly. "But y'smell like ol' Errol now. He won't find ya in t'crowd."

[Alessia Starfurr]

 The rider's hand suddenly flashed. "That should cover that." The rider began, the doors to the wagon now shut if anyone entered the trap spell would activate  covering the three inside in an invisibility  spell.

[Rayleonarde]

Errol sighed. "I hope it works. I don't know if Darkeyes is still runnin' with Kairos."

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe, having made a full recovery from her injuries, watched the proceedings through a telescope from far away. "...That's new," she murmured to herself, closing up the telescope. It appeared that her services would be needed soon.....




But where were Al, Viola, and that odd wolf girl?

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Not very far off from the initial encounter with the wolf girl lay a secret hiding spot which Al had built into a small cave. He carefully bandaged his arm, still being certain it was fractured at least. Occasionally, his eyes would flick up towards the wolf girl but not for much more than a moment.

[Cifero Windtail]

Viola, meanwhile, had taken the opportunity to finally put her dark-toned armor back on. That stuff the wolf girl pulled made her realize how dangerous it was to be going around in civilian clothes.


The wolf girl was whittling a couple of stakes from a fallen branch with one of her knives, mostly intent on the task. However, sometimes, when Al would look up, her eyes would meet his.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al winced a little as he clenched his fist, but shook it off knowing he would most likely work through the pain. Looking to his weapons, he slowly pulled a knife into his paw and began cleaning it with an old rag. "So. You going to give us a name?" He said with his gaze aimed toward the wolf girl.

[Cifero Windtail]

Al winced a little as he clenched his fist, but shook it off knowing he would most likely work through the pain. Looking to his weapons, he slowly pulled a knife into his paw and began cleaning it with an old rag. "So. You going to give us a name?" He said with his gaze aimed toward the wolf girl.

The wolf looked right back at Al, meeting his gaze. "...Clare," she says, continuing to whittle at the piece of wood she had. "I have a full name, but that's all you need to know for now." Suddenly, she grinned widely at him, winking as though he was in on some personal joke. "And your names?"

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

"Al. And she," he said motioning to Viola. "Is Viola." He didn't trust this person one bit. Coming out of nowhere, helping them out... It was odd. There had to have been some alterior motive here. "Got a reason for being around this area, or are you just passing through."

[Rayleonarde]

Unbeknownst to Al and company, a few of Kairos' scouts had set up in the trees and watched the group. Apparently they felt that Al and company were a threat. In fact, Garrus Horncrown, one of Kairos' personal retainer, upon being informed of Al's fighting prowess, sought to parlay with him immediately.