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  1. I posted. Sorry I took so long! It shouldn't take that long again, not for a long while anyway. School holidays start in two weeks and we're finally winding down for the year so I will have more and more free time :).
  2. "Are you kidding? This is fantastic. What a story to tell our children! Are you planning to have children? Don't answer that, if you don't want." The salamanders slithered closer up the rocky slope, spears at the ready, waiting at the last minute to thrust. With her foothold on higher ground Torie found them easy to dissuade. Wait for them to get close and bat their spears aside, bat them across the head if they were close enough. Snake tails were grippy but once she got their heavy torsos unbalanced, they fell away easily into their comrades. More concerning was a sibilant chanting from further down the tunnel, behind the salamanders. Like whispering but too loud to be whispering. An eerie red glow outlined the salamanders, like fire, so that it wasn’t just the red glint in their eyes she could see. “Aaric, hurry up with that boom!” she said, as the chanting climaxed in a whispered shout. Torie swatted away one more spear head, looked about for more, but found none. All the salamanders were waiting at the bottom of the rockfall. The light behind them was getting brighter, as if a bonfire was crawling up the tunnel. Then, slithering into view was a huge, smoking salamander. Between his scales glowed the brightness of fire. Smoke and ash issued from his snout, his eyes, his ears, crowning his head and rolling off the roof of the cave. The salamander opened its mouth and roared. “Look at that!” Torie said to Priscilla, pointing with her claw. “Have you ever seen anything like it! I love travelling, and adventure. Stuff like this makes it all worth it. I’m never going home!” "Pretender!" Shank screeched. "False, tricksy salamanders. You must die." The salamander raised his spear, chanting, and the spear began to glow red. Then the redness flicked forward, shooting out the way the spear was pointing in a fireball. Torie was too slow. It didn’t explode, but hit her centre of her chest and sizzled. Torie roared, and stepped back in pain. The salamanders slithered forwards up the slope.
  3. They may not speak... whatever language we're speaking anyway 🙂 I'm sorry I haven't posted for a bit. School's really busy with end of year stuff. But I will soon!
  4. Four salamanders. Then Torie’s teeth found one’s neck, and there were three. Three salamanders. Then Aaric’s wrist bolt pierced another’s jugular, and there were two. Two salamanders. Priscilla’s bolt pierced it in the ribs and Aaric finished it off. One left. Shank found it, stabbed it in the belly and pulled his little knife sideways. It bled terribly, still clutching its spear and backed deeper into the cave. Right where Torie waited. From behind she grabbed it just above the elbow with her teeth, and the kobolds swarmed over it with their mismatched weapons, stabbing and slashing until the creature moved and hissed no more. “Thanks,” Torie said, eyes glittering behind a mask of blood at her little companions. She turned to the others. “Come on. There’s still a bit more than all of these to go. We need to burst the water table, and quickly!” She turned, shuffling quickly into the cave, breathless but spurred on by adrenaline and hunger. It got darker quickly as they left daylight behind but at a junction there was an ornamental sconce lighting up three passages. She stopped in the middle, ears wiggling back and forth. “They’re all down that way, I think,” she said, pointing to the right tunnel. A breeze blew up from there, carrying with it smells of scorch and sweat, and a sibilant hiss at the edge of her hearing. It was quite steep too, the path being cut into steps to aid travelers, but the dirt and dust lined with the tracks of snakes. To Aaric she said, “Take the dynamite up that path. Go to the very end and you’ll come across a dark granite wall. Shove it in the biggest crack, light the fuse and run back here. “The rest of us will hold here until you get back.” Torie walked to the first step down, then dug her feet in. Her tiger eyes were already adjusting to the dark, and in the lantern light she could see three pairs of glittering eyes peering up at her from the darkness, waving back and forth as they slithered closer. More and more appeared behind them. “Priscilla, I hope you have plenty of crossbow bolts left,” she said, breathing so hard her belly pressed against the earth of the cave with each gasp.
  5. It's ok. I think we're all really busy anyway!
  6. Torie looked back at her friends and smiled. “It’s a good feeling, knowing you all have my back.” Then she turned to the salamanders and charged. She was slow at first, little legs projecting forth a mass they were never designed to deal with. But it didn’t take her long to gather speed, tail wagging, flesh wobbling beneath her fur like a bear ready for hibernation. The salamander all pointed their spears at her but at the last minute she changed targets. Sadly, her bulk wasn’t very fast in following. All the spears missed but Torie barrelled forward between the slithering back ends of two salamanders like a bull. She reached out, grabbing some reptilian tail to help turn herself around, but her claws simply raked open flesh. A sharp pain in her left paw indicated she had torn off a nail in her attempt to stop and so she let go, slowing to a trot on the uneven surface of the cave before turning. One of the salamanders turned to face her. Torie glanced over her shoulder to make sure there were none coming up the rear, then charged again, swatting the spear aside as she had in the battle outside and doing her best, pathetic attempt at a leap at the salamander’s face. She hit it below the chest, scratching with her claws, trying to find purchase, then found a muscular arm in her mouth, covered in scales. She bit down hard.
  7. Woops! I was wondering why it didn't keep my text for me after it glitched out, lol. Thanks 🙂
  8. “At least seven,” Torie said, getting her breath back and wiggling out of the dead salamander’s grip. She stood up with a groan and looked about, her gaze lingering between Shank’s wound above the hip and Aaric’s bloodied arm. “Uh-oh,” she said. “Dragoness, mighty Trashkill, you heal Shank!” said the brown salamander. “I can’t heal anyone,” she said, but then stopped. Her fur was still wet from where Aaric had emptied the bottle over it, and the wound itself was feeling quite good. At least, compared to how it had. “Shank, come here,” she said. Shank walked over boldly, despite the injury leaking blood down his chicken leg. “Press your wound against my coat here,” she said, looking down as best she could with a tilt of her many chins. Shank was smart. He did so without question. “It stings,” he said. “It stings good.” “It’s working.” She smiled at her ‘subject.’ “Aaric, how’s your arm? That stuff you brought is great. Next time though we should soak some bandages in it, rather than just pour it everywhere.” She grinned at him in gratitude, then winced at the gash across her cheek and ear. “If you’ve got another one then Shank’s face and your arm could do with some healing too,” she said. “But don’t worry about me anymore. I can heal myself, once the fighting’s over.” Just then there was a hiss from the mine, and in the darkness Torie spied more movement. At least four salamanders, shoulder-to-shoulder and spanning from wall-to-wall, spears at the ready. “More company,” she said, in a quieter tone. “Let me know when you’re ready and I’ll break their line. Then everyone charge.”
  9. “At least seven,” Torie said, getting her breath back and wiggling out of the dead salamander’s grip. She stood up with a groan and looked about, her gaze lingering between Shank’s wound above the hip and Aaric’s bloodied arm. “Uh-oh,” she said. “Dragoness, mighty Trashkill, you heal Shank!” said the brown salamander. “I can’t heal anyone,” she said, but then stopped. Her fur was still wet from where Aaric had emptied the bottle over it, and the wound itself was feeling quite good. At least, compared to how it had. “Shank, come here,” she said. Shank walked over boldly, despite the injury leaking blood down his chicken leg. “Press your wound against my coat here,” she said, looking down as best she could with a tilt of her many chins. Shank was smart. He did so without question. “It stings,” he said. “It stings good.” “It’s working.” She smiled at her ‘subject.’ “Aaric, how’s your arm? That stuff you brought is great. Next time though we should soak some bandages in it, rather than just pour it everywhere.” She grinned at him in gratitude, then winced at the gash across her cheek and ear. “If you’ve got another one then Shank’s face and your arm could do with some healing too,” she said. “But don’t worry about me anymore. I can heal myself, once the fighting’s over.” Just then there was a hiss from the mine, and in the darkness Torie spied more movement. At least four salamanders, shoulder-to-shoulder and spanning from wall-to-wall, spears at the ready. “More company,” she said, in a quieter tone. “Let me know when you’re ready and I’ll break their line. Then everyone charge.”
  10. Congratulations! That was earlier than expected, wasn't it? How's their mum doing?
  11. “It’s alright! It’s not that deeeAAAAAAGGH!” Torie roared in pain, a sound so loud and vicious it made the remaining salamanders flinch. All except the one engaged in melee with Aaric. Before she had a chance to render assistance one of Priscilla’s bolts thumped into its neck. “Woo!” she cried. Of the five salamanders only one was left unharmed. The one she had pinned was dead, as was the one Priscilla had shot in the neck. One thrashed on the floor still, clawing at its own face, a terrible sight that made Torie wince in sympathy. Another had taken multiple blows from Shank’s shank and still sported a crossbow from between its ribs. It swept its spear wildly and the kobolds retreated to tend to Shank. The healthy one was making a move back towards the cave entrance. But again it’s long tail was a disadvantage. Torie pounced, more of a shuffle than a graceful leap, and grabbed the tail with her claws and yanked hard. This time the salamander was prepared and, even though it fell, turned and stabbed at her with the spear. Torie roared again as the point found her shoulder. But she had plenty of meat to take the blow. The salamander pulled its spear out and thrust again, but Torie batted the shaft aside. She gave it another tug so it was too close to bring the spear to bear, but it drew a knife from its armor instead and stabbed at her face. “Ow,” Torie said, as the dagger caught her ear and came back bloody. She let go of the tail and swiped at its face, raking her claws across its cheek and ear in instant vengeance, then moved in for the kill. Only the salamander had gripped its strong hands about her snout. Something hot wrapped around Torie’s midsection, and she felt a pressure inside as if she’d consumed a large meal. The salamander had wound its tail around her mid section and was squeezing tight. She still had her forepaws, which she used to rake new gashes over the salamander’s face, but it was ducking and weaving. Few of her blows landed. Out of the corner of her eye the injured salamander was looming over her, dripping with blood, spear at the ready, looking for a way to stab her without stabbing its companion. “Mmmm hmm hmm,” Torie said, a growl deep in her throat. It was the best call for help she could manage with her mouth pinned shut, and with the salamander’s tail squashing the air out of her lungs.
  12. Torie waited silently as the sun rose. She could see Priscilla on the roof, and gave her a hearty grin. Like a cat by a mouse hole she lay ready to pounce, tail flicking above her back, tongue flicking over her lips. She might actually look the part too if it weren’t for her girth. As it was, she looked more like part of a circus act. But looks weren’t everything. The waiting was making her more and more hungry, and she began daydreaming, imagining what it would be like to bite into that hot salamander skin. She would have no time to eat on the fight, but afterwards they would all feast together. She couldn’t wait. It was worth a battle to the death. Wasn’t it? Faintly, she heard some cries from inside the cave. Animal cries, serpentine, like fighting reptiles. Then out ran a kobold, too fast for her to see which one. It kept on running, past the buildings and down the road, and Torie sat up with a start. “Hey,” she shouted. As one out ran the last four, though with Shank’s order they all turned about and faced their legless enemy. Moments later there slithered five large, red, serpentine creatures with the bodies and torsos of men, but the tails of a snake and the head of a sea serpent. They were armed with spears, and armored with strange-looking metal. Was that mithril? The kobolds began picking up rocks and throwing them at the salamanders, ensuring they were distracted, and so Torie crept around between them and the cave entrance to cut off their escape. She glanced over her shoulder – where was Aaric? – then grabbed the tail of the nearest salamander and yanked hard. The torso part flopped down into the dirt, and Torie placed one giant paw on the centre of its back. Chainmail armor gave no resistance, and as she leaned down she felt its ribs popping. One of the other two noticed and hissed something in words Torie didn’t understand, but not before she reached down and crushed the neck vertebrae of the first between her jaws. “Delicious!” she said, right before the next salamander plunged a spear into her flank.
  13. Just in case nobody noticed: I posted! Sorry it took me so long. I didn't notice it was my turn due to extreme business and routine changes! It's school holidays here, but I'm still trying to do tons with the school musical. And I think there was some reluctance to post due to the brain power required, but now that I've made the first one I'm very keen to keep going, lol. @Vetanoobhow's your life going? Have the twins emerged from hyperspace yet? 😉
  14. “Plan B is fighting tooth and claw,” Torie said, face scrunched up in worry. “I’m not sure if they’re armed, but I bet they are, given they can build a portal. The best thing you can do is get them wet. It won’t hurt them permanently but it will slow them down.” She looked up. “A shame it isn’t raining.” Shank had taken his kobolds aside and was talking to them energetically. It was hard to make out what he was saying, though it sounded like a motivational speech. The others all barked their agreement and drew a variety of weapons. “We are ready,” Shank said. “Go on, then,” Torie said. She waddled over to the side of the mine’s entrance, where she could surprise the salamanders without moving too far. But then she turned to Aaric. “Do you want to go with them? Stick to the back and don’t let the salamanders see you. Just so one of us knows the layout of the mine, at least a little. “Priscilla, you should arm that crossbow and get on a roof or something,” she added.
  15. Ah, sorry! I'll get on a response ASAP! I wasn't paying attention, obviously.
  16. Lol @ the kobolds arriving just as Torie mentioned them. If it's immersion breaking would you like me to change it, @Jotnotes?
  17. Ok. So it's only the men who get conscripted? I think some countries conscript girls too! I'm not sure what I'd be useful for though, lol. Maybe mending uniforms.
  18. A very good post considering you did it from a phone! How long were you conscripted for? And how long does the reservist training go for? Also does everyone have to do it? Can you get a medical certificate if you have medical reasons why you wouldn't be able to?
  19. Thanks :). If someone drops out I'd love to take up their slack! In my experience this often happens. Real life is such a party pooper.
  20. Boy, this one was taken up quickly! But if there's still space for one more (or if something else comes up) I'd be happy to join. Possibly with Torie (see below) or maybe a new character.
  21. Sorry it took me so long to post, guys! I managed to get myself involved in the school musical this year and it's sucking up all my time and brain power :S
  22. Torie couldn’t take it anymore. “There’s a hole down there,” she shouted. Realising how stupid that sounded, she took a deep breath before adding any more. “Look, have you ever used any of the Crossroad portals, to travel from Mageside to Shrine City or so? This hole looks like that, but it doesn’t lead to here.” Again, she clarified. “It doesn’t lead to a place with all the laws of here. Wherever it leads, the natural laws on the other side are different. “So even though I can maybe see about two dozen or so salamanders in the caves below us, I’ve also seen a few pass through this hole. Which means more could come out of this hole. Don’t ask me how many but I don’t know. These aren’t normal salamanders. They’ve got skills, and they’re building stuff. “So we’re going to need to be careful, and really, really clever.” Torie tossed the piece of mithril ore into the air over Aaric’s head. As she was watching it, Torie (gently) snatched the box of explosives from the young man’s hands. “We’re going to need these. These are fire salamanders, and fire salamanders hate water. Luckily for us the original miners dug the mine into an underground cave. Lots of water down there if we know where to blast, and I do.” Torie looked down at the explosives in her hands, then passed them back to Aaric. “Actually, you take these. “We’re also going to need some light source. It’s pitch black down there in parts. And we’re going to need our kobold friends. In fact, if we could get them to make a diversion for us and lead some salamanders out, that would be for the best.” “Oh gods I’m hungry,” she added. Before she could say anymore, there was the sound of gravelly footfalls on the path behind them, and quietly approached the five kobolds, dawn light glistening off their scales. Torie jumped up as fast as her bulk would allow. “Oh good. You’re here! What took you so long? Were you seen? Any problems?” Shank shook his head. “None, no problems,” he said. The others looked at each other nervously, but didn’t contradict their leader. “Good. Alright, here’s the plan: you kobolds run into the cave and lure out as many salamanders as you can. They’ll chase you, because salamanders think kobolds are stupid and are just there to steal stuff. Sometimes kobolds are stupid but my kobolds are particularly clever.” She said this towards Aaric, though upon hearing it the kobolds all puffed out their chests – all but Shank. “Once they’re outside we’ll ambush them here, together. That way there’ll be less inside to deal with. Then we go in. I’ll show you where to plant the explosives and we can rupture the aquifer and flood the cave. It won’t fill up though, because caves are natural paths for water, but it should make the salamanders easier to kill. Then we walk with the water and kill off the salamanders where we find them.” As she spoke, she had been drawing in the dust with her claw, a maze of passages and tunnels. “The slamanders are here. If, for some reason I can’t show you the way to the weakest wall in the aquifer, follow this path, take two lefts then a right. Plant them where you can see the walls are wet, or near enough.” She looked up at her little circle of companions. “Any questions? Suggestions?”
  23. Nah. Her anger is hot and over fast!
  24. Torie sighed with relief. “I thought you’d left me for a bit. Maybe next time, you… someone should stay with me…” she said, then got off her belly and started waddling towards the door where she had seen Aaric. Torie turned about to face Priscilla, not taking much interest in the box. “There’s definitely salamanders down there. Lots of them too, which would be good, if it wouldn’t make them all so hard to beat. And there’s something else…” Torie huffed in frustration, ears and tail flicking. She made a study of her companions' feet as she waited for another chance to speak.
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