Skullduggery LARP

*The last voice in the world that any old elven warrior wants to hear eccos across the clearing*

"Dad! Dad! I found my hammer! Hey Dad, where you going? Can I come? Dad!"

*Thud...pause*

"I'm ok!"

Kano stops mid stride, body chringing and a grimace across his face, he slowly relax's and turns to Tyrel,

"Lets go pick him up."

Nearing the altar Bastian makes it through the clearing in time to see a male human go "THUD" followed by an "Im ok"

Nearing the fallen human he offers his hand and with a slightly bemused smile says

"Urm need any help? Oh and have you seen any others around? I can't seem to find Pack"

"By pick him up do you mean throw him off a cliff?" Tyrel says, trying to lighten the mood while walking towards the fallen Chase.

Klaudio sits himself down upon a clump of leaves and watches the others continue there talks and various activities, still wondering if any of his kin are about, or indeed safe. He runs a hand over his bandana and shivers in the light breeze.

*Chase drags himself out of the mud with a huge smile on his face.*

"OMGOD!! Did you see that!? We were totally fighting like...walking skeletons or something! What were they? Did you feel the ground shaking? Was that that beardy guy again? How'd we do? Did we win? Woah, that was intense!"

Taken aback a bit too much, Bastian trips himself over at the sudden burst of questions and the ever so slightly over hyped of the human before him. Getting back to his feet he waits for him to finish and with a slight pause, just incase he decides to start up again replies

"Not a clue what your on about I was asleep most of the day I only just woke up glad I did though cos those sound creepy and I don't do well with creepy. Bearded man you mean the one who kept lunging around killing everyone that came towards him? I wanted to help but I would have only died big time and not really done anything helpful apart from maybe him tripping up on my limp body."

Slightly light headed from the lack of oxygen, Bastian shakes his head looks at the human and asks

"You seen any Pack around?"

*The elf stares at the talking animal blankly.*

"Erm...I'm not sure this is the time for poker, animal guy."

Staring back at the elf for a second Bastian reaches into his bag and produces a pack of playing cards

"Maybe later but im on about the other Pack, my Pack...hmm..."

Thinking to himself abit on how to explain this to a seemingly slightly dense elf

"Oh, Pazar...you seen Pazar?"

Leaning in closer to the elfs ear he whispers

"Im a jackelope...note the horns..."

Leaning back out he places the pack of cards in the young elfs hands and smiles

His head lift to look up at the much larger Pazar, as he looms above him upon is hind legs, looking more like a furry elf then a fellow Kin. With that he tries to stand upon his hind legs, and look like Pazar, only to topple over backwards with a apinfulcrash into the floor. Giving a huff of pain he rolls over, and clambers back to his feet, padding around a few times before he nessles around Pazar leg.

With Pazar leggng being pulled from with in his coiled reaches, he glances up, waching his new found friend lowering himself to the floor in the horrble rainy weather. As he starts to examine the wound, th pup would place it head upon it paws, waiting to see what happens, a small sparkle of fear futtering around in his gaze.

The rotting flesh here would already be slightly green, blood mixed inwith the dirty and gang-green, making itlook extremely unplesant. The threat holding it together a heavily stained thick, what one would persume, horse hair. A horrible smell swafting from it, and the vains around it throwing, tho the swelling hiding the factor slightly.

As Pazar starts to cut away the old stitching, he gies a large whimper of pain. The torn flesh would seems to peel away from it's counter side, leaving the wound gaping, and bleeding once again. It would take a while for Pazar to clean the wound and make sure that it had been stiched and dressed corrctly this time.

Walking in from the direction Kano and Tyrel were heading Melamphasea strides towards the group with a distant, but directed look in his eye.

Noticing the other elves, he walks more to their direction.

"Kano..." Nodding slightly as he speaks.

Noticing there are other elves with him he doesnt recognise he stops.

"....My friend have I been in my studies that long that fellow kindred can join our band and I not notice?"

He smiles slightly.

"Where are my manners, let me introduce myself."

Turning slightly so he is making semi eye contact with all parties.

"I am Melamphasea, apprentice to Xellos, but please don't let my devotion to my master and my studies fool you tho. I am a proud member of the Malkon and would die readily under it's banner. Now how might you fellows be?"

Hannalore wanders into the clearing, a steamy wooden cup held in both hands, and makes her way over to Bastian.

"S'up?" she says, standing over him and blowing into her coffee to cool it down. "What happened to you? You missed ripping into werewolf guts. And jumping in huge puddles. It was acers."

She takes a sip of the coffee and wrinkles her nose at the heat.

Tyrel sighs and rubs his temples with his free hand.
"Lets walk. We need privacy." He starts walking off into the woodland.

"So, we've trashed them alters that were trapping us here. And Arrazeth that was stopping us freely using the transport cirlces is also sorted. So if we hadn't blown up the ritual circle, we could get home"
Gawain strides up


"Unless we can either fix the circle or portal without it, we need to got off this place. Does anyone here know how to dig?
Or can the mages council manage without the circle?"