Welcome to Ellish Meeting

From FiranMUX

Welcome to Ellish Meeting - Monday 22 June

Archon has come in with a gaggle of other soldiers. His gaze is a curious one as he takes in his surroundings. Spieing his CO, he heads over that away, though not too close.

Princes - especially princes who happen to also be generals, tend to arrive by foot after a long boat trip. Lucas is moving somewhat stiffly - it might be due to the splint set against his chest. Upon reaching the camp, he pauses, nodding to civilians and military men alike.

And off to the side, an older man in battered and scarred iron armour stands with a straight back and a grim set to his face. Evander's lips are pressed thin inside a wiry grey-and-white beard.

Wylma looks up from checking the blade on her dagger to study Lucas, brows knitting in a frown. "Is yeh in discomfort, Prince?" she asks as she walks toward him. *Firan*

Dynn heads into the area and finds someplace to settle, clutching his spear much like a walking-staff for now. Dynn looks over the crowd and to the various notables in patient expectancy.

Nessik walks with a swagger to the gathering, a lop-sided grin on the Iberik's lips. Seeing his CO? He makes his way towards cecilia.

Corlana walks to the camp with various other seasonals, offering a few salutes where appropriate and moving to find a comfortable spot.

Cecilia is standing somewhere with her arms folded across her chest. Nondescriptly. She glances edgewise at Nessik, but does not acknowledge him vocally for the time being.

Atreidian looks slightly unprepared for a long trip to Ellish. The young boy has the clothes on his back and little else -- clearly not the sort to bring an entourage or considerable belongings for the trip. Nevertheless, he arrives in time for the introduction, looking very untroubled and stoic. He looks around the dense crowd for a few moments, and eventually mulls about with some of the other younger people also there.

The Ellish Civilian camp has taken several weeks to put together. All in all it is an impressive sight and a symbol of what Firans can do on such short notice. There are several big wigs here, a whole contingent of the third division and of course General Guvell. Despite not being a general at all, he has spent some of the most time on the front of any officer and so they let him wander around holding a sword and looking important.

It's a long road to Ellish, dust-choked and hot at this time of year. Ion, however 'fresh' he might've been coming out of Anarinuell, has long since managed to lose that clean veneer. Coated from head to foot in a healthy powdering of earth, he finally makes his appearance at the civilian camps, blue eyes scanning over the assembled tents from within their tan-rimmed sockets.

And a proud red-and-white Griffon-emblazoned silk cape continues to flutter behind Evander with the wind snapping at it from time to time, aquamarine eyes focused on the centre of the area from beneath grizzled brows and an iron helmet. Evander's near the more Griffon of the populace here, and quiet enough for now.

Archon leans back against the wagon. He folds his arms and one leg across the other as he waits for the speechifying to begin.

Commander Tanasi Menophik arrives leading to a salute from all. He steps up to the makeshift podium and looks around, "Welcome, Mers and Meses, fellow military men and women as well as all others to Ellish. Some of you have likely been to Ellish before and some of you have not. You are currently to the south of the very fields where we have often come to arms as well as setup troop tactics."

Evius heads over and stands by Archon. "We having fun yet?" *Firan*

"I'm fine, and it's not uncomfortable. I'm getting better, anyway," explains Lucas to Wylma, fidgeting idly with the splint as he waits for Guvell to give his lecture.

Tagda moves to stand somewhere by Lucas. The Commander glances over those gathered and lifts her chin some.

Cortik arrives in the usual full Republic Military Kit... with a Gold Dragon Embroidered Cape billowing out behind him. He keeps his eye roaming those gathered, settling on Guvell a few times as well as Evander.

Idowu stays nearby Teonia, offering the princess a half smile.

Archon glances over to Evius, offering the man a nod. "Aparently." His tone dry yet quiet and he falls silent as the speaking begins. *Firan*

Commander who? Tanasi gets what is -distinctly- the blankest of blank looks from Ion who, rather than paying particular attention to the man in question, is currently a bit more preoccupied with finding out who/what he is...and just why it is that he's talking.

Archon glances down at his own non uniform and shrugs lightly, tossing Evius a faint smirk at his whispered words.

Norik is very much a republic man. Dressed in greens he makes his way over to where Ion stands, giving his former XO a clasp on the shoulder. "Ion. ---- to see you enlisted again.", he says casually. A broad grin is on his lips. It's a good day. Silence follows as Tanasi begins to speak. The young Eagle Captain is following the other man's words, listening attentively. *Firan*

He gestures around, "Civilians are welcome to take part of every resources the civilian camp has to offer. Make yourselves comfortable. This year's speech will be once again given by General Guvell Junik. He has since retired from third division duty but has returned as he is very knowledgeable." With that, the man nods, winks lecherously at Corlana and then frees the podium for Guvell.

As the crowd shifts around, Atreidian uses his small size to his advantage. He angles for a spot near the now empty cooking pit, which happens to be in close proximity to the general as he begins his speech. The young Keniwik crosses his arms and listens quietly. He's very calm for a kid, generally speaking. No trouble making, at this point.

Wylma nods to Lucas, murmuring quietly to him before turning her attention to the talk.

Corlana glares at this so-called Tanasi Menophik, who apparently inherited more than his muscles from his father! She says nothing, though, her attention turning to Guvell.

Ion was actually never Norik's XO. The one time he -would- have been in a position to tell Norik what to do, Norik was -conveniently- -missing-. But Ion is not one to hold such things against a friend! Perhaps. At any rate, Ion lifts his hand to thud his fist into Norik's shoulder in a comradely manner. "Figured it's about time I actually got paid for trucking off to Ellish with you lot every year," he teases, lightly. *Firan*

Guvell takes his time getting to the podium. He's an elderly man so people can wait on him. When he gets there, he gets out his sword and slams it down on the wooden planks loudly with a BAM! He clears his throat, "Welcome to Ellish. As you can see, we're blithering idiots and we decided to let ever Dickus, Janea and Joeik into this god forsaken place. I tried to tell everyone this was a bad idea. But, nobody listens to me." He eyes anyone who can be considered a whipper snapper. "This is indeed the civilian camps. As you can see, they were put here for civilians. You might want to go running outside them. You might even want to put one toe outside the borders. This is a terrible idea. Don't do it. Them Shamis will cut your big toe off before you can say Lord Evander is a goat-kisser."

Karana moves to sit down at a pile of vaguely wagon shaped hunks of wood, to listen to this introduction, intensly curious.

Tagda glances passively to Evander.

"What is 'goat-kisser'?" Idowu whispers loudly to someone standing near her, not understanding the phrase. "Is that very affectionate farmer?"

"Civilians are not authorized beyond this camp without military permissions. Failure to get the correct permissions could be terrifyingly fatal." He lifts his sword and points, "You might think you want to go strolling there but you don't. Those without permissions will be shot. Immediately." He clears his throat, "Mes Janea...she was a nice girl come to Ellish to help. She found herself to the north gate and...BLAM!" He bangs the sword down again suddenly, "She has no face. If you like your face, it's a good idea not to wander too far."

Archon's lips twitch at that. He can't help it. The former GD's black eyes twinkle with mirth and that same mirth tuggs at the corners of his lips, though he keeps silent.

Dalinuel doesn't look at mes Janea.

OOC: The civilian camps have locks on them to prevent non-military folks from leaving. By the end of the day tomorrow, the military will have a command where they can permit civilians to pass if so needed.

"The entire Shamibelian army could meet up and march single-file from one side of Soli's back to the other by the time you could even write your own name, you cantankerous Shami-bedder!" Evander calls out suddenly, getting a crochety look and flashing Guvell an annoyed look. He shifts his foot once before making a sour face, jaw jutting out. "I heard Gold Dragons can walk around freely outside the gates. Don't listen to Guvell," he turns to mutter over in Cortik's direction.

Norik doesn't look too amused at what is being said. He is meeting the descriptions with a rather grave expression, that is not disapproving. It appears more like he is knowing what the people are talking about and thus does not find many reasons to smile about it.

Evius whispers something to Archon, but still pays attention.

Corlana's eyes widen at the description of what happened to Mes Janea - then they narrow again, hard and serious, as she listens in stoic silence.

Ion is...well, it's -difficult- to say precisely what he is, though Evander's advice merits the barest whisper of amusement playing over his lips, strolling about the edges of his mouth before wandering off someplace more interesting. And mobile. A single finger twitches against his sword-belt. Once.

Archon's brows tug upwards at Evander's come back and his lips twitch more and then even more at a whisper given to him. He works to keep a straight face, but already this is getting difficult.

Cortik turns his head toward Evander, and raises a hand, "Hold your tongue, Lord Evander, I'm --- in the mood to have you stocked for insubordination." *Firan*

Tagda smirks a little at the Griffon/GD bickering and sighs. "" missed war."" *Ticanee*

Guvell gives a pause, perhaps, to let his delusion sink in. "The military men and women...we let women into this military? When did that feckin' happen?" He turns now commenting to the Commander who manages to calm him down with some quiet words, "Anyhow, they are in charge here. The rules in Anarinuell do not apply here. They tell me this is Griffon land or some such nonsense but Shamibelians don't follow them rules too well. Military law prevails. And as you know, the trials are very different. So, do what you can to make this a law-abiding environment or learn to do push ups. Lots of them."

Veliana looks around curiously though she just raises an eyebrow at various comments but she stands to the side not saying a word.

OOC: Players in Ellish are asked to do their best to try to have fun but also prevent stressing out soldiers who will be risking their life on tour. In other words, don't grief your fellow players!

Idowu is taking the warnings seriously. She just doesn't understand all the little colloquial phrases sometimes. She opens her mouth to ask about push ups... and decides to ask about that later.

Lucas quirks an eyebrow at Cortik's statement, setting his jaw.

Evander turns to give Cortik a little sneer. "Respect your elders, boy, on Griffon property especially," he advises before turning to Givell with another scowly look. Whatever was going on before is forgotten as a brief, hard look is shot again. Possibly for no reason. It's Guvell. *Firan*

Cortik returns Evander's sneer with a scowl and gives a little smirk as the elderly gruffle seems to have stopped ranting as loudly anymore.

"To our north is the mustering field and the fort. To our northwest, there is the city of Ellish and the North Gate. We are a fair walk from here so you should be relatively safe. Realize, nothing is safe not even Anarinuell if the goats get an itch to slaughter. But, it's mostly harmless. I would not recommend knocking on the east gate. No siree."

OOC: I would heavily recommend checking out some Ellish maps. Hopefully we have reoriented them properly since during Lurashar they were askew.

Dalinuel clenches and unclenches his left hand absently at the mention of teh East Gate

Archon shakes his lightly at Evius's whisper and offers a little 'I dunno' shrug as an answer to what ever was asked.

Guvell opens his mouth to continue, "You see there goats are..." At that point he is interrupted by a loud explosion.

A loud explosion rocks a few tents in the camp knocking a few over. Debris and shrapnel go flying into the crowd and Guvell takes a tiny piece of lumber to the head as it goes flying by.

Ever see a white boy move fast? Well, watch Evius take cover under a wagon.

Dalinuel looks up, really, really startled. He reaches into his backpack for the weapon he has on him...

Dynn pulls his spear up and tightens his grip at the sound of an explosion goes off; ducking slightly to avoid the worst of the shrapnel, the young Iyandin is peeking about to see what is happening.

Idowu eeps and moves between Teonia and the boom, though she would obviously prefer to be ducking behind something herself.

Sabria reaches for her bow and gets into a position to shoot at whatever caused the explosion. She notches an arrow quickly and looks around at the skies for Shami griffons.

Corlana seems entirely transformed by the noise of the explosion - one moment she's standing there, nodding seriously, her eyes narrowed and jaw set, the next she's run for the nearest cover - one of the wagons - and is trying to hide there, eyes wide and frantic, lips aquiver.

Murmuring a few words to the officers beside him, Lucas glances over at Guvell and some of the members of the Third, "Go get the water and sand barrels, give me a damage assessment and put the pilots under alert!"

"Raid!" Norik calls immediately out as he starts reaching for his short bow. He has ducked his head only for a short moment, before he goes into the routine he has trained for so many years. He starts moving towards other soldiers, especially Ion in this case doing a quick hand gesture to him.

A clod of dirt and a few bits of tent hit Tagda in the neck.

Ion does not hit the ground. He -is- in the middle of a group of people, after all, which for the most part protects his body. What he -does- do his close his eyes and shift his face away from the direction of the explosion. Guarding his eyesight, apparently. "Sir?" *Firan*

Explosions? Artillery? Nessik gets aroused. He glances upwards as he pulls his sword from the sheath and waits for orders.

Atreidian is a kid and is not armed in any manner. He flinches at the explosion, but then looks around for the best way to get out of danger and out of the way of all the people swiftly drawing weapons.

Teonia promptly takes cover.

A piece of tent flies wild and hits Idowu in the chest.

Ow. Tagda moves to duck, but she does it a little too late and gets hit in the neck with a tent. "A tent!" She blurts, annoyed that a tent would be so mean to her. The legendary archer pulls her bow out and looks to Lucas, "A griffon? My griffon is back there," She points somewhere, since she really didn't bring a griffon, since they were all moved.

Cortik draws his blade and moves forward toward Guvell, "Lord Guvell? --- okay?" he stands midly and glances upward... looking in the sky. *Firan*

Veliana gasps as she dashes towards the medical supplies, looking for others that need assistance. She quickly gets bandages out and other medical supplies.

Sabria moves over to protect the acting queen. She keeps her attention to the skies expecting an air raid.

Veliana gets thudded with a person in front of her falling against her when things go chaotic.

Cecilia does not draw her weapon because she has yet to figure out how to assault exploding tents. She does, however, close her eyes. Because, you know. Wouldn't want a splinter to fly into them.

Evander frowns suddenly, a deep expression that causes lines to appear in his old face when he takes a few steps back. A hand loosens his bow a little bit, but he doesn't pull any weapon out at all. A grim look over at Guvell as the old man gets slammed in the head, but the Griffon Lord General Governor Minister Judge Protector remains still as hell starts snapping through the camp.

Sabria blinks at Wylma, "You get behind me as well. You are too valuable." *Firan*

Tagda shouts, "Stop panicking! Archers, get your bows out and watch the skies!"

Guvell looks dashed a moment and it takes him a moment, "Goats? Here..." He looks all sorts of baffled as he gets to his feet trying to figure out what's going on. Oddly the one explosion is followed by silence.

Corlana huddles close to the wagon and puts her hands over her eyes, in the style of a child playing hide and seek who firmly believes that if you can't see them, they can't see you. She may be in full armour, but she looks to be freaking out, and occasionally makes little whimpering noises.

Dalinuel jumps up to guard the general. If someone's trying to kill him, he should be guarded. QED

Idowu mmphs a bit but stands fast in front of Teonia.

Still not entirely sure what is going on, Norik dashes towards the young civilian girl. The savage really, but he doesn't make much of a distinction there. The Queen is already covered, so he tries his best to get her behind him. He tries to motion to an infantry man to get in front of him, all the while pushing Idowu toward cover.

Wylma says "An' th'Actin' Queen's more important than both o'us." *Firan*

Archon moves as soon as the explosion happens. Going to duck and cover, he also yanks his spear off his back and readies it. Spieing the acting queen though, a groan emits as he jumps up then and weaves his way through to offer his services with a brief nod before getting into protection mode.

"Escort the civilians to a safe area." Lucas then turns around, to Wylma, "Looks like we'll require your medical services, Captain." A pause, and the Prince General draws his sword.

"Someone actually look around and find out what that was! I don't see any griffons in the sky, and there's no horns on the horizon!" Evander suddenly calls out, going all crochety again as he turns from watching Guvell to actually look around the camp now.

Sabria nods to Wylma, "Then defend her --- not me." She looks to Wylma and then asks the woman behind her. "You alright, ------ queen?" *Firan*

Suddenly, a woman's voice sweet and well-meaning shouts out, "Sorry! Oh my, did...is everyone okay?"

Watch the skies, duck and cover, weapons out...Ion's nose crinkles ever so slightly. With a sigh he's pushing his way past Norik, and heading off towards the sound of the explosion with his head averted to the side. Just in case there's another explosion. Yup, that's right, it's explosion-hunting time.

"I doubt you're going to find a safer area than this one short of marching them back to Anarinuell over one exploding tent," Cecilia points out.

Wylma calls out to Karana, "I's ready here." She nods to Lucas, expression grim. "An' I has supplies with me an' Priestess Karana's ---- too." *Firan*

Tagda glances to Guvell curiously, wondering what that was all about. The Commander looks back around the camp, trying to see where the explosion took place. She rubs at her neck in annoyance and pulls a bloody hand away. Huh.

Evius peeks his head up. "Did someone overcook the soup?" *Firan*

Dynn holds his spear firmly in his grip, looking about and preparing for orders; with none, he takes it upon himself to move forward and step in front of a person he can only describe as a 'healer sort'. The voice makes him blink, "Huh." *Firan*

"It's alright," Ion responds, tones dripping with sarcasm. "Looks like losses are only minimal. One dead and eight injured. We'll survive."

Idowu is being shoved and she moves a bit, but looks a little bewildered. Deer in headlights time.

Evander is near enough to Cecilia to give a grunt in response to that, but he still looks annoyed. . . Oh, oh-so-annoyed as he spies Evius under a wagon. A baleful stare is shot at him, and Evander's face reddens slightly. If looks could kill.

Karana tilts her head and she smirks a little bit at the voice. "At least we know our response time is excellent." She calls out again. "Wounded, make ---------- known to a healer and we will tend to you as everyone settles down." *Firan*

Commander Tanasi dusts off his face with his arm and holds up his hands, "Everyone remain calm a moment. Let me see if I can get an all clear." He looks to Tagda giving her a nod of respect. Possibly a lear. But it could be interpreted as respect. "Sentry Yodesa, front and center." The man puts his hands on his hips. In the meantime, he lets other stake over crowd control as well as bandaging.

"One dead?" Corlana squeals when she hears Ion, still keeping her eyes covered. Apparently her knowledge of Firan does not extend to sarcasm. She whimpers to herself, "I don't want to die."

Evius slides back out, in uniform this time.

"No one's dead," Cecilia corrects Ion with some irritation. "Sarcastic or not, please don't sew any more chaos."

"What was under that wagon, soldier?" Evander finally manages to spit out, still staring at Evius.

Tagda waits for someone to explain themselves expectantly. She keeps her eyes on the leering Tanasi and puts a hand to her hip, standing there like a mother would when waitin for a kid to fess the hell up.

Nessik stands defensive by Sabria, who has a bow. But seeing how nothing is happening except a single explosion and a meeping woman apologizing, Nessik grins and sheaths the sword. "Gods I love artillery." *Firan*

Ion responds not to Cecilia. Verbally, at any rate, though his fist does touch to his breastplate in what might pass for a salute.

Wylma steps to a fairly clear area, reaching for her backpack and the healing supplies within.

Dynn cannot help but smile a little; just a tiny bit, as he hears Nessik's comment. "Somebody touched a ballista and it went off?" he mumbles to himself. "That takes skill," he decides, peering over at Tanasi as he calls up some unknown sentry. *Firan*

Zayus walks into the area quietly, so as to not disturb the meeting in progress. Unfortunately, the many men in his ensemble are less stealthy than himself and loudly tromp into the area with the sounds of metal on metal.

Evius looks to Evander. "Cover from aerial assault and partial cover from a ground attack." *Firan*

Archon moves to use his spear as a leaning pole, though his gaze still roams about as he keeps planted near Teonia.

Evander stares at Evius. Just /stares/ at him.

Cortik grunts a little bit, lowering his sword and sighs, "Wonderful. I'm sure the civilians are going to complain loudly when they get blown up by the goats... -- us..." but he says no more on the idea and resheathes his sword. *Firan*

Idowu looks down at herself, brushing off her chest and wincing a bit. "Ow. That hurt," she mutters. She looks at Teonia, assessing whether she is whole. *Firan*

Tagda stares at Evius too. She turns in his direction, as if ready to shoot him with an arrow...if she had an arrow ready. "Evius. I swear to the totems." She mutters and turns to the leering person, still waiting.

A very mousey looking woman comes up to the stage and salutes. She is exactly what you would think of if Firan had nerdy girls. No glasses, but, she gives Commander Tanasi a near-sighted stare. Her strawberry blonde hair is shoved haphazardly into a helmet and she looks nervous and keen. "Sir, we were testing some firebombs, sir. I added a little oomph to the mix. What an explosion?" She looks around and it suddenly occurs to her that there are four tents down and several people look like they got a face full of dirt. Her shoulders scrunch around her face, "Oops."

Nessik gives a grin to Dynn, but seeing the nerdy girl talk about bombs? "Hot." he says.

"For feck's sake. Why the /feck/ are you working on firebombs in the middle of a /camp?/" So asks the woman who got the firebombs made. Tagda throws her hands up in the air after putting her bow back over her shoulder. "Are you fecking kidding me? Someone has to be kidding me."

Evius looks at Archon and shrugs.

Oh, in any other circumstances, said mousy girl might be adorable. Ion, however, is either in a very pissy mood in general, or takes -great- exception to whatever it is that she's up to. In fact, his lips are just parting but...Tagda's got it. Better coming from a general than him, anyhow.

Evander made the following judgement on Firan time: 11:39:13 PM on Thu Aug 29, in the year 46 A.U.: Griffons women show their strength by being the only women to bare Griffon sons, while Griffon men are the only men great enough to bare Griffon daughters.

However, sometimes, valor must be taught. With the defense of Ellish on the horizon there are to be no Griffon soldiers acting as Sentry Evius did, finding cover underneath a wagon at the first sound of trouble. When he returns from defending our city in as many tours as he is able to serve this season, Sentry Evius is to be whipped unconscious.

Dynn isn't quite so trusting and keeps his spear held firm, peering at the woman with a mix of amusement and... well, confusion. Really, you'd think people would be more careful! He doesn't laugh. He manages to supress that much as he keeps a small smile on his lips.

Guvell sighs and waves his hands, "Alright, alright, settle down. We're not finished here." He mutters something about women in the military to himself, "If you need assistance, there's some woman over there who wants to bandage you and probably tuck you in like your mothers used to." Guvell waves at Karana with his hand idly, "If you need to use the latrines, they're over there. And if you need to cry to your mother, I'm sure Lord Evander can be a great stand in. Otherwise, let's sit back down."

Karana looks around, blinking. There's something /wrong/ with that? She shrugs and nods, in total agreement. Bedtime stories included.

Evander finally barks something out loudly to a nearby Griffon Loyalist aide, face still red, and finally turns to notice Guvell just as he hears his name. A death glare is shot up and Evander just thumps his right fist into his left shoulder in an angry, mock sort of salute. "You'll find a home --- day where your family won't lock you out, Guvell! If you had half as much -------- in your arms as you do love for goats in ---- head, you might be able to knock the door down and get in!" *Firan*

Yodesa looks all sorts of flustered and embarrassed. She starts trying to pick up tents and ends up knocking another one over right on top of someone loudly while Guvell tries to talk.

But wait, no. Ion finds himself clearing his throat. "Perhaps, General," he observes to Tagda, head cocking to the side, "the thought is that it is -such- an odd place to be working on firebombs that nobody would actually suspect they're being worked on in here. Well, until one goes off, anyhow."

Sheathing his sword, Lucas lets out a grunt in irritation, outstretching a hand to tap Tagda's shoulder. A friendly, calming pat, really, which is accompanied by a few hushed words.

Tagda glares at the firebomb person and turns to Lucas, "That will have to stop, Sir." Even if it is supposed to be a suggestion, it comes out more of a general order. Turning to Ion, she narrows her eyes, "Commander. /Commander./ For now."

Evius says nothing, but checks his weapons.

Corlana slowly lowers her hands from her eyes - something the nerdy woman says seems to have touched her, for her head tilts and her eyes gleam curiously, looking in the direction of the firebomb-practitioner with excitement. Slowly, her attention returns to Guvell.

"Commander," Ion self-corrects, automatically, with the well-practiced recantation of one evidently quite used to getting military ranks totally fubared.

Wylma clears her throat. "I c'n heal anyone --- needs it, quietly, while th'talk continues. Jes' lemme know if yeh need bandagin'." *Firan*

Guvell nods his head once, "You will find Ellish a wilder city than what you are used to in Anarinuell. People are picking up their lives and it is a dangerous place. As you can see, the most dangerous person in Ellish might not even be the enemy." He does his best to look scary and enigmatic a moment, "Welcome to Ellish. Make it count, soldier." With that, he carefully steps over a piece of destroyed tent and away from the podium.

"Those poor tents." Tagda mutters.

Commander Tanasi comes back to the podium. This time he winks at Veliana as he approaches, "Alright then, civilians you are welcome to get comfortable as you need. If you have any questions, you may ask me. Anyone who is wearing a military insignia may remain here or start settling in at the north gate. I will be available for questions from those as well."

Throughout the entire fiasco, Atreidian remained near the cooking pit, which by its very nature (i.e. a place that houses open fire) is a good distance from the tents. He watches the entire thing unfold with the curious gaze of a young boy, but one may even suspect that there is a bit of disdain in his gaze at all the chaos.

Cortik makes his way away from Guvell once it's obvious the elder Junik isn't dead yet... and moves toward Tagda, taking his time, but also making a mostly direct route. He, clearly, wants to talk to the Ticanee.

OOC: That ends our prepared section. However, Tanasi will remain on site and you can also ask me any OOC questions you may have.

OOC: Ellish is now open - enjoy!

Ion's hand lifts into the air, waving about a bit and trying to catch Tanasi's attentions.

Tagda turns to go back to her griffon, "I need to finish packing." She announces...mostly to Lucas. As she turns, she nearly runs into Cortik, "Whoa, whoa. Sorry about that, Lord Commander. What can I help you with?"

"I suppose the value of testing firebombs in civilian areas will have to undergo a review. Very quickly." Lucas states, glancing at Yodesa as he speaks. "So do I." And he lifts a rather heavy backpack he's carrying. Presumably, it contains more iron.

Evander turns back to Evius again, levelling a finger at him. "Stay in your ranks until you're ordered to take cover! If you're going to put on that damned green and play patty-cake with the Gold Dragons then you at least better be a damned sight more fearsome than they are! You're a Griffon!" he adds loudly, before his jaw snaps shut and his brow furrows. *Firan*

Tanasi nods his head and gestures for Ion to approach if he wants. He's busy leaning on the podium leering at poor Veliana. It's a hard job but someone has to do it.

Wylma looks to Lucas. "Prince, does --- want yer splint changed 'fore --- move back?" *Firan*

Ion is either totally oblivious or totally uncaring as to any leering that's going on. "Begging your pardon, sir, but I was wondering on --- status of carnotti sightings in the area. Have ----- been any appearances out here in the camps, or do they ---- to be restricted to Ellish-proper?" *Firan*

Tanasi tilts his head, "Oh there was one, what was that? We had a lesser running around last week but that one is dead. So are a few men." He looks none too uptight about this. It's a pretty every day occurrence that someone dies. "This one again in Ellish proper."