War of the Races(IC)

[Lucius Cypher]

Nyasha looked behind her when she heard all the ruckus. And just her luck too. She saw soldiers chasing after her, caught sight of the orc with the giant roaring weapon from before, a.... Demon, as the soldiers called it, and a giant crocodile man. He called the demon a robot, but she had no idea what that was. She vaguely remembered hearing town folks talk about robots, but as far as she knew they were as exotic and new to her as the crocodile giant. And in all, she was still freaking out.

Nyasha turned her head forward just in time to see she was about to hit a tree. Actually not a bad thing, as she remembered one spell her mother taught her that would be helpful, more so since she was so close to home. "Yoyo go home! Tree Stride!" She didn't have time to debate with her dog about leaving herself alone, but she knew Yoyo could take care of himself, and she was barely mentally stable enough to even remember she had magic.

Nyasha's body melded into the tree like water melding into water. Roughly a minute and 3000 feet away, Nyasha emerged out from another tree somewhere in the farm land her family owned. She could see her house in the distance, so far untouched. She didn't know how long that'll last. she wanted nothing to do with the fighters or war or soldiers. she didn't know who they are, and frankly didn't care. She just wanted to get away from all of this and the dangerous people. But what she wanted most was her mother and father. She shed tears knowing that last wish would be impossible for her to get.

Meanwhile Sharda thought she was doing fairly well tailing the pink-haired girl when the robot started beating up mroe soldiers near her, as well as chasing her down. It didn't take long for sir-holier-than-thou to show up and start tossing out orders. "Acht, forget them. Either I need to find Ysir or a new job." But first she'd need to get out of this war zone. She knew she couldn't possibly go far on foot; not if she wanted to avoid the armies, deserters, and other undesirables that come out in the wake of a battle. She'd like to at least get home first before she started going to war with anyone. In the distance, she saw a farm.

"I hope they have a horse."

Sharda wasn't one for thievery, but hopefully the family of this farm was dead or gone. She'd need their horse more than they will if either was the case.

 

[BaskinJR]

Melodis, Human Bard of The Western Moors

Melodis was tuning his lute in a rough, heather-ridden sector of an otherwise desolate plain. A farmhouse was in the distance, and he could hear a rapid sonata footsteps on the far hill. It looked like an army.
Suddenly he heard the clicking that indicated crossbows being primed.
He sighed. Wonderful. You couldn't even play a single note in bandit country. He raised his arms in submission. It wouldn't be pragmatic to engage them in combat. "Lovely day, isn't it." He remarked.
There were a few quizzical grunts from the bandits. "You are surrounded. Hostility wouldn't serve you well."
"Oh of course." Responded Melodis endearingly.
The bandits, gruff and unyielding, came and frisked him for valuables.
Melodis grinned. "Do you fellows need a bard?"
The lead bandit snorted. "We don't need a bard, we need your money."
Melodis saw one fiddling with a small sack about the size of his meaty paw.
Melodis smiled patronisingly. "Oh hello baby boy, do you need help with that? It has a very difficult clasp."
The bandit snorted in distasteful response, but regardless handed Melodis the bag. Melodis opened the bag with ease, to find a small pan flute traced with intricate calligraphy and smiled. "You know, that is a wonderful specimen." He fondled it, tracing the edges with his string-worn fingers... and without warning drew it to his mouth and blew a lamenting string of low notes, getting steadily more interspersed. The bandits lunged to remove it from his hands, but not before they were flash-frozen where they stood, left to teeter and drop with a resounding thump!
Melodis went and reclaimed his valuables. "Oh, I hope this gives you a lesson in values! Adieu!"
He decided it would be best to investigate the cacophony.

 

[BaskinJR]

Melodis skirted along the perimeter of the barnhouse.
A contingency of soldiers stood congregated by the door. Inscrutable visors were drawn over their eyes and they stood stoically. There were steady, intermittent thumps and a huge, robust figure stepped across Melodis' vision. "Ach!" Hissed the bard and threw himself behind a haybale.
The figure had been so muscular he had been almost ovular. Roped in scales and sinew, with a board tail that whipped and jittered with uncharacteristic speed. A sobekian, a wall of crocodilian force.
And the most concerning thing? He and the creature had locked eyes.
He rummaged through his sheet music. Did he have a song for this? Summon bagel, turn undead... nothing, absolutely nothing. Nothing that could take on such a creature. He held his dagger against his chest, cursing the beast under his breath, and tensed his muscles, prepared to strike the beast should it take up sword against him.
@UnseenShade