eachdraidh | [VIDEO] 9 April [SEELIE] A Call to Arms [OPEN]

[ The video is aimed largely past the speaker, to the twichting-writhing forms of three snake-like horned-creatures, the crackles of electricity still racing across their scales as they move. The locket is likely proper up on a rock or tree somewhere, as the speaker is turned to face the worms, his arms up and tattoos glowing electricity crackles from his hands. He is standing on land near a small river-stream near farmsteads. ]

Attention.

I am Kaldur’ahm, recently brought here with the rest of you. I was exploring the rivers and streams nearby and found that several had been blocked by these creatures, and that they were attacking the farms homesteads.

[ One of the worms seems to recover from the temporary paralysis, and lunges towards Kaldur, who leaps away and grasps two devices firmly in his hands. He jumps up again slams downwards on its tail with a water-formed spiked mace, inadvertently severing part of the tip from the worm. He bats the rest of the worm back further away and continues. ]

I am requesting assistance. Several of the civilians have been bitten, and are displaying signs of being in a critical condition due to the creature’s venom. I have been attempting to combat these worms for a few hours, and they grow more resistant to my electric paralyzation with each attempt I try.

[ The severed tail-end starts wriggling violently, and he forms a sledgehammer to knock it back several yards, closer to the still-paralyzed worms. ]

They are quick to regenerate from severed pieces, like echinoderms.

I need those who can help me combat these creatures and those who can help transport the injured to the castle, as well as individuals to help care for those injured by the worms.

{{ooc: The four first comments titled as "Alpha Squad", "Beta Squad", "Gamma Squad" and "Support Team" are for the 'action' part. (Where I will also attempt to GM as worms if people so desire). Feel free to answer the comm itself before immediately jumping into action, or to handwave being assigned to the team you are on and head straight for the action, as well as forming your own little threadlines!

They are more for organization purposes and keeping your squad-mates straight than anything else, and any number of threads can be started below the heading!

NOTE: IC'ly, the Squad assignations are happening on the spot.}}

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[His hand has slipped into his pocket more than five times now and five times now he has almost slipped on the ring and become invisible. It would be handy to fight with it on he knows, but he resists the temptation for now.

... At least until he's out of sight. It would be troublesome to explain how he can do such a thing especially in a situation like this.

He throws himself into a lunge at one of the worms, burying his blade into its side before it can reach its intended victim. An odd sight for anyone who may happen to catch it in action.]

[Garth tripped and fell backwards, he wasn't a graceful man. The worm was close, and he fumbles for his gun, if not to kill it, then to give him time to escape. The gun isn't needed though, when a smaller man, with rather large feet, shoves their blade into the worms side.

Blood sprays him, and he quickly gets to his feet, wiping his face as he goes. He moves away from the worm, just in case it isn't dead yet. Garth knows they are in battle and there isn't the time to spare for niceties, but he leans over anyways, extending his hand, in gratitude, to be shaken.]

You saved my life. Thank you.

[He'll never be used to the feeling of blood on his skin and hair and it sends a chill down his spine that he hates. Truly he was not meant for battle, but things didn't always work out in his favor. He only hoped he could be more of a help than a hindrance to those who really could fight.

So when he saves someone's life there is a small bubble of relief that rises in his chest. He knows better now than to pull Sting out, knowing that the worm will just heal over the wound so he holds out one hand back to Garth belatedly, wiping away the blood as best he can off on his coat.]

Pl- Please, it was nothing. You are alright, yes?

[It's hard trying to cut a worm in two with such a small blade like Sting, but Bilbo tries his best.]

I am, thanks to you.

[Garth shook his hand exuberantly, smiling.]

I'm Garth. [He paused, seeing the worm still moving.] But, I suppose, now is not the time for that.

[Garth shot at the creature again, until his weapon was empty and then, exasperated, shoved it back into his belt.]

Well that didn't do any good. Any thoughts?

[ Dany's horse rears back, but she calms it, even if her own expression betrays her fear in widened eyes. This man has saved my life, small as he may be, and she won't allow him to fight alone. ]

Drogon. [ A dragon the size of small dog, red and black, dives, aiming for the eyes of the beast. Dany continues to shout above the skirmish. ] If you can open wounds, my dragons can cauterize them!

[Dragon.

That was definitely a dragon - right? It was so much smaller than... than Smaug... Oh dear.

But the worm's screeching brings him back to the present and he tears his gaze away from the young dragon and back to his current target. Either he'd die by dragon fire or be eaten alive by this foul creature, but he could at least spare himself the latter.]

R-Right! [He moves almost blindly, only knowing enough about sword fighting to know that the pointy end goes first and that's just what he tries to do to the best of his abilities. Being so small and quick on his feet he maneuvers somewhat easily around the worm's writhing body, stabbing and slashing where he can before he's struck down by its tail.]

Dracarys! [ Drogon and Viserion react in a breath, raining fire upon the worms head in a blaze far longer than either of them, but contained to their sights. In turn, the worm shrieks, though its thrashing abates. It will still entirely in a moment. ]

[ She directs her horse closer to the near carcass in hopes of aiding Bilbo. ] Are you all right, brave one?

[Bilbo sits up on shaking arms, his hand still gripping tightly the handle of Sting with white knuckles and breathes out slowly. His stomach will be bruised tomorrow, but he doesn't feel like anything is broken and finds quiet relief in that. His eyes dart over the still form of the creature, uncertain if is truly dead yet or not, when he spots the other two dragons flying above Dany's head as she approaches him.

Quickly he stands up with a wince to move away from the horse, mostly on impulse. Hobbits and horses never mixed well, as did most things that towered over small creatures like him.]

Yes- Yes, I'm alright. Please don't worry. [He waves a hand as he looks up at her.] Are you alright? A- And your... your dragons, they... [Oh there's two more of them. Why did she have so many dragons?]

[ At his words, she nods. He is smaller than most, up close, but Dany knows better than to think much of appearances. Anticipating a declaration of worry or fear, so common among people, she counters quickly, with all the certainty of a queen. ] They'll not harm the innocent.

[After Bilbo's bravery stepping in to defend Thorin against an orc, against Azog, the sight now just earns him a smile from Fili at the next available opportunity -- that is, as soon as they're afforded a moment that won't be interrupted by shrieking, venomous worms. But first, Fili rushes in to back up Bilbo's efforts, driving his dagger's blade past thick scales and wrenching it along as far as he can to leave a deep gash.]

Having fun yet, Bilbo?

Is that a joke? [He raises his voice to be heard over the sounds of fighting, but his annoyance is clear as the expression on his face. Already he's covered in blood and worm guts and he looks none too pleased by it and just a little more exasperated. How did he get dragged into doing this again??

Oh right, Kili.

Bilbo takes another stab at the worm, trying his best to leave deep wounds to keep it from healing so quickly.]

You've taken to battle-- [For the next few moments, the worm's twisting and whipping back and forth to catch its attackers in its fangs or the coils of its body keeps Fili busy, and whether he'd spoken in jest stays unconfirmed. Of course, Bilbo has probably already made up his mind on that, and it doesn't take a long look at him to see that all of this does not fit his definition of fun any more than it did at the outset.

But just as he didn't leave the ponies or the Company to the trolls, didn't go home to his comfortable hobbit-hole, didn't watch idly as Azog demanded Thorin's head, just as he came through to get all of them out of their elven cells, he isn't running now. He should be pleased with himself.

A couple more stabs and slashes, and fresh blood and worse spills from the worm's belly. Blade glistening, Fili drops the teasing to glance over his shoulder and up for that large fire or one of those dragons or... any open flame close by, before the worm revives into several.]

[VIDEO] 9 April [SEELIE] A Call to Arms [OPEN]

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apologies for this being so late

Sorry for being late, too. :(

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super late becase of hiatus; feel free to drop or hit me up to handwave ♥

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