Shanty Towns
Ling: How long have they been here to be running out of supplies so soon?
And how horridly were they treated to already be so ill?
Snek Towns
-Sensing this was very likely to happen due to their clear hostility, Mercuria hurls up one hand and covers the "siren" in a Polarity Shield to effectively repulse the robed men there as they're trying to rush at her-
edited 11th Sep '17 4:09:16 PM by Raidouthe21st
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)Sandra [to Mirya]: "I can heal them, though I can't guarantee that I can do anything."
-She follows Alberts in and starts passively scanning individuals with her magic. Her head-wings and her tail appear, as the medi-witch gets to work-
edited 11th Sep '17 4:28:50 PM by Baseplate
"We dream of better worlds, so that one day we may surpass them."—The Polarity Shield Mercuria casts erects up around the siren and protects her from the group of men attacking her, but it doesn't seem like it will last long under their assault. Their punches seem to be far beyond what a normal person is capable of, and their much heavier than expected. It takes Six using more strength than he expected to haul the men off. For Hathor, it's like trying to move a bunch of human sized boulders. Whoever Lovisia pulls out from the group, it doesn't seem to phase them in their efforts. In fact, the one she pulled out twists his head 180 degrees and punches her across the face. And it hurts. Maybe enough to make her loosen her grip from the punch and the shock he hurt her. From beneath the dogpile, the sound of the siren's voice can be heard—
Siren: STRANGERS, COVER YOUR EARS!
—The person Albert taps on the shoulder stops in their chanting and looks at him crossly, like he just interrupted something important. Which he kinda did. Daily chanting is good exercise for the lungs.—
@Albert: What?
—For Sandra, Fen, and Alberts, you're in luck. Looks like most of the people here aren't injured, at least nothing more than scrapes and bruises, but the ones who are older seem to be infected with a fever. Given this is a medieval civilization, it's no wonder they didn't know how to treat it. The biggest issue is the lack of food the colonists are facing.—
—The bartender narrows his eyes at Roy—
@Roy: The Serpent.
@Ges: Gives me something to do. I fidget.
—Roy, roll for perception—
edited 11th Sep '17 5:16:50 PM by LightningLancer
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.-Six, noting that these guys seem to be heavier than they look, applies himself more, throwing his full strength into throwing them-
-He also quickly enters a few commands into his helmet's HUD and temporarily dampens incoming sound, having enough smarts to know a "siren" asking people to cover their ears probably has good reason to do so-
-Alberts breathes a sigh of relief-
Alberts: It looks as though most of them have a fever. The older ones. Beyond that? No severe injuries. But it doesn't look like they have much to eat.
-The Reverend heads back over to Mirya-
Alberts: -to Mirya- Would it be possible to get these people additional food? It appears as though they are running low.
edited 11th Sep '17 5:18:45 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."—The thug that Lovisia slams into the pavement, unsurprisingly, is unconscious. The rest who are around the siren who haven't covered their ears, can start to hear a soothing, beautiful song
, almost wrapping its melody around them. The thugs start slowing down, snail-like in their movements, as is anyone else who is listening. By the time the song ends, anyone who has not covered their ears is lying on the ground in a deep slumber—
—Mirya puts her finger to her chin in a thoughtful expression—
@Sandra: About three days, the last time I checked. We put them in this barricade originally to keep the fever from spreading among the troops, though I volunteered to work with the colonists and a few others as well.
@Alberts: I'll try to get some foodstuffs and rations from my camp. Albeit I can only carry enough for one horse, so I won't be back with much. You'll have to distribute it as much as you can.
—With that, Mirya heads toward her horse and mounts it, heading off at a trot to her own camp—
—Roy, you might not have noticed this before, but this bartender...hasn't blinked once since you came in here. Humans have to blink, right?—
@Roy: The World Serpent. Midgard.
—The chanter doesn't seem to appreciate Albert's accent—
@Albert: Joining the preacher in our exaltation of our god. Now what do you want?
—To Fen's response, a woman in long sleeve clothes that are more in line with the colonist's style than the soldier's steps forward—
@Fen: I am. Michelle O'Riley.
—Despite her simple appearance, there's a sort of steel in the woman's eyes. Like she's not afraid of Fen, or at least not intimidated by her.
edited 11th Sep '17 5:33:59 PM by LightningLancer
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.-Six waits until he can see the siren's lips cease moving, at which point he restores full external sound and goes around making sure the thugs are all asleep-
-Alberts shakes his head as Mirya heads off-
Alberts: God damn it. One horse's worth of rations won't be enough for all of these people.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-Sandra frowns-
Sandra: "Well, I wager that a three-day fever, which doesn't seem to be ending, mind you, warrants further attention. I'll need to run another diagnostic on them, though I can also help with shuttling supplies from your camp. I wager I'll be a lot faster than your horse."
"We dream of better worlds, so that one day we may surpass them."

Alberts: I am trained in field medicine. Unfortunately, I am not sure I have the supplies to treat diseases. My expertise lies mainly in mending wounds.
-The Reverend enters the camp, and takes a look at the massive amount of people gathered in it. He grasps the cross on his necklace and mutters a prayer under his breath to the colonists as he begins walking their number, inspecting them for injury-
Six: Oh, for fuck's sake!
-Starts moving in and attempting to rip people off of the dogpile-
-Anyone Six manages to pry off gets thrown away, down the alley or into the walls, like a discarded toy-
edited 11th Sep '17 4:06:15 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."