The Journey Begins

[to-spamalot.livejournal.com]

The usual call to the bridge for certain people came in, as the announcement from Stacy came in. The briefing had gone well, as with the amount of information, as scanty as best. With the obs detached from her hull for a temporary amount of time, the large shape of Stacy’s obs deck moved down towards what appeared to be a warp in space.

Passing through it, a large world suddenly appeared before the group and soon, they were passing down through the atmosphere towards a large landmass that oddly looked like a parrot. It was here in a large field that sat astride a marvelous castle that her pod touched down.

The doors opened, and the chosen people were discharged from Stacy as a delegation emerged from the city, dressed in what appeared to be medieval garb. And sitting astride a white “horse”, which actually to be all fair was a stuffed horse head on a stick with a man banging what appeared to be coconuts behind him, was a regal looking man with a big crown and a neatly trimmed beard.

He was obviously royalty, considering that he didn’t have shit all over him.

(ooc: Welcome to the Land of ARRRRGH. Please feel free to make tags into the mingle subset and the inquiry with the ruler of the land.)

EDIT: Part 2 is up, and Part 1 is still welcome to be tagged into!

Comments

[nokosi.livejournal.com]

"I am willing to stay! And so is Fontaine, of course," Nokosi said, volunteering the wolf. Fontaine looked, if possible, even more displeased than previously.

"It will surely end excellently! But...Fontaine does not count as 'one' for the purposes of our 'small teams', does he?"

[sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com]

"I'm free for whoever wants me with them," Pixie said, nodding her head. "I'm pretty good with a sword, if that helps at all."

[j-y-d.livejournal.com]

"Sword ain't my usual weapon of choice, but I ain't no slouch with one. Tracking, stealth... commando experience, basically... but this looks sorta like stuff the folks from Azeroth might know. You folks want to figure out teams, or want some help?"

He follows this by growling at Fontaine. [Might not be so bad. Maybe they'll let some of us do some hunting, if this place is as fucking medieval as it looks.]

[cow-abunga.livejournal.com]

"Same as him, really. And I have an angry lion on top of it." Cowabunga said, nodding to Humar, while still keeping a grip on Han.

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

"It'd be best if we have at least one tracker in each team. And one person that can handle taking blows if things get ugly."

[j-y-d.livejournal.com]

"I'm both'a those things. Nokosi and Fontaine can track. Don't know about Burger King there, but sounds like he's saying he has some'a the same skillset. So there's three folks to split up. How many groups are we forming up?"

[hegemonstratos.livejournal.com]

"I... I know how to take hits," Einhart volunteered. Even without her powers she was still well practiced in her Kaiser Arts (and apparently strong enough to send another girl flying completely across a battlefield).

[nokosi.livejournal.com]

"In which case it is probably a good idea to mention that I cannot see very well at the moment. Fontaine should be...well, fine enough, though."

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

"That's at least three trackers, and two frontliners. Anyone else?"

[everdistant_utopia]

Saber had nearly choked at what they all supposedly were now. Of course, she already was a Knight of the Round Table, but this was decidedly not the Camelot she remembered. At least no one seemed to know what it was, thankfully. It would have taken her days to explain.

But the cast-iron poker face was firmly in place, perfectly hiding her bewilderment. "I am capable of using any manner of bladed weapon, if one is in need of such."