Rebuilding Mossflower Country Steampunk Roleplay

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: When was that? Trust me, Rus wouldn't GM or PP like that.

On a side not, BAH-LUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

[Rusvul]

OOC: Yes, it did. Let me change that. I'm stupid XD

BIC:

The figure glided down towards the sea of green on wings of wood and canvas. A few bullets skimmed is wings, and one hit the metal contraption on his back, causing it to hiss and spew fire. Set off course by this fire, the figure attempted to regain control and shortly afterward landed in- or moreso on- the dense green thicket, he dropped his wings and was surprisingly unencumbered by the strangling grasp of vines and trees as he wormed his way away through the forest.

[Blaggut]

The two larger flys released one aero-bird each. These sped toward the undergrowth, and as they got close they released a deafening blast of machine gun bullets all near and farther, hoping to hit whatever beast had attacked them.

[Rusvul]

No sound was heard from within the thicket, aside from bullets tearing through plant matter. If the figure had been struck, it had fallen silently.

[Izeroth]

 The Steel fist was close to the ground now. Hadrian gave an order to drop a ladder from the ship so that he and a few others might climb down to the forest.

[Blaggut]

The aero-birds nearly hit the ground, but pick back up as they get near, blowing the plant matter. The release another burst of gunfire, going everywhere. One of the aero-birds, however, had broken. A fuzzy ball f chipmunk flew out and rolled into The Plant. It perked up, rifle at the ready, covered in muck, plants, and bloody cuts from thorns and sharp rocks.

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: Oh my gods! BLUE!

[Izeroth]

OOC: Perhaps you should message her about this...

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: I did already.

[Blaggut]

Ooc: eh? What's goin on?

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: Nothing, Blue's just taking a week-long break so she can study for her SATs.

[Izeroth]

 Hadrian took the ladder down to the ground, accompanied by three rifle-beasts. The others were somewhat concerned about getting lost, but the captain was not-he could always make a fire if he got too far from the ship. The far more pressing danger, in Hadrian's opinion, was the mysterious pilot. He had to catch that beast before he could do more damage!

[The Skarzs]

Dregnar smiled crookedly. "Let's go take a peek; it should be fun to see." He bounded onto his ship, making sure his entire crew was aboard, then released from the dock. The cougar tried to listen for gunfire over the thrumming of his propellers, but he couldn't tell. Perhaps they've already stopped, he thought to himself. No matter; we can see the end result.

[Unimaginative]

Vlad loyally followed Dregnar, then rushed to the side of the ship to watch. "It looks like that Warship is landing." he called to Dregnar.

[Izeroth]

 Hadrian could see, from his position on the ground, the ship of the informants he had talked to earlier. Hoping that they might help him find his quarrry, or at least provide some sort of explanation for all this, he held up the red and gold flag, which, as any seasoned soldier or trader would know, meant that he wanted them to drop a ladder.