Titan Hunt (Cellar RP)

[Scott McLamok]

(Next time I see Worty I'll interogate him....)

[lass of something much]

(Yes. Do it!)

[Scott McLamok]

(Imma get the pliers....)

[lass of something much]

Sitting up suddenly, Lass brushed due off of herself, before voicing her thoughts aloud.
"It's getting a bit late...Who's on first watch?"

[Scott McLamok]

Scott looked up from sharpening his sword "That would be me!" He said, answering Lass's question "You can go back to bed! I got this!"

[lass of something much]

Relived it wasn't yet her watch, Lass stretched, then yawned, realizing how tired she really was.
"You should probably move away from the fire, then, Sarge. The fire's bad for your night vision, and it can make you sleepy. I'll take second watch.."
Having said this, Lass promptly plopped down, falling asleep almost instantly.

[Scott McLamok]

"Night Lass!" Scott said as he stood up and moved to a high rock which would give him good vision. After a few hours he silently jumped off his rock to wake Lass. "La-" Scott stopped....Lass looked like she hadn't had a proper sleep in a while, so he crept away and climbed up back unto his rock.

[lass of something much]

Through the mists of sleep, the young healer seemed to be flying, dancing about in a field of green with a tall figure, with long, black hair, that reached down to her hips. They were laughing, their merriment filling the air with a happy, homely feel. But suddenly, the ground shook! A massive claw-like hand reached out and snatched the blackhaired woman. Lass reached out through her dream, trying to gasp her mothers' hand. The monster turned, and smirked at the tiny figure below, and, raising a massive foot, went for the kill..

Lass woke with a start, sweat pouring down her face, sat up and looked around frantically, then up at the moon...But wait.. Something was wrong, it was past her watch! The healer got up quietly and wrapped her cloak about herself, moving almost silently about the camp, searching. "What happened to the Sargent?...Why didn't he wake me up? Is he alright? Were we attacked??"
Lass' mind raced as she silently nosed about camp, she needed answers.

[Scott McLamok]

"Morning" Scott said to Lass as he slid down from his rock "Food is in that pot.....But I don't suggest you eat it unless your very hungry....."

Through the mists of sleep, the young healer seemed to be flying, dancing about in a field of green with a tall figure, with long, black hair, that reached down to her hips. They were laughing, their merriment filling the air with a happy, homely feel. But suddenly, the ground shook! A massive claw-like hand reached out and snatched the blackhaired woman. Lass reached out through her dream, trying to gasp her mothers' hand. The monster turned, and smirked at the tiny figure below, and, raising a massive foot, went for the kill..

(I'm getting Jarky vibes...)

[lass of something much]

Relived that Scott had not been attacked, Lass almost hugged him, but she restrained herself, lowering her voice to a whisper. "I'd hardly call it morning...The moon is only a little past that mountain and the sun has not yet risen.. Why didn't you wake me? Is everything alright-"  Realizing she had just tried to pack all of that into one sentence, Lass stopped abruptly and looked down, embarrassed.

[Scott McLamok]

"I was gonna let you sleep but.....Seems like you woke yourself up!" Scott scooped up a spoonful of the brown goop he made and ate some "I-I" He swallowed "Tis good! If you don't value your life...."  Scott climbed his rock once more "Wanna join me?"

[Captain Wortshire]

A large head suddenly bursts into the camp...

Except the eyes are clouded over and a black ooze of dripping from the mouth

A hooded figure walks in...

Sorry, I was just getting my groove again...

Now... What happened?

[lass of something much]

"That's very sweet of you, Sarge, but you really should have woken me so you could get some sleep..."
Smiling quietly to herself, Lass was about join her friend on the lookout rock when the head flew by.
She dropped to her knees, barely avoiding the plummeting head. Looking around frantically, Lass half drew her knife, before recognizing the voice. She recovered herself, and chided the captain lightly. "I could ask you the same? It's far past your bedtime, you know!" Becoming serious again, the young one asked her next question hesitantly, worry creasing her otherwise happy features. "How far are they? The titans, I mean.. Are you sure you weren't followed?.. How many are out there...Are you hurt at all?"

[Captain Wortshire]

Heh, if you know each Titan's weakness, they're not much of a problem.

When a Titan finds a suitible area, they will bunk there for as long as they can.

From my scouting mission, I found traces of at least 15 assorted Titans.

As for them coming here... Let them try...

[lass of something much]

"Why didn't you tell anyone? Regardless, you should try and get some sleep.. Heaven knows you need it.." Having said this, Lass moved over to the severed head and shoved it into the ever growing pile. Then moving out to the edge of the camp to collect some eatable plants and flowers.