forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

Started May 02, 2018 by @Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

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“Oh, nice one. Thanks for the save back there, Snatch.” Tanrial said, giving her a smile.
(Alright, seeya!)

Snatch cackled and bounced up and down. "I was snoopin' in the upstairs an' you guys all ran out and I called out the window but you didn't hear me and I couldn't get down the stairs so I got really scared, but then I sneezed and all of a sudden I was human and I ran downstairs and there was Mike and this other guy who gave me this dress 'cuz I didn't have one!" She pointed at the bartender who seemed very embarrassed and wouldn't look at Snatch. "Anyway then Mike tried to make me stay upstairs but I wanted to help so I opened th' window and there you were, Tanrial! I saved your butt and I mad that guy run for his mama, hah!" Finally, she paused for breath, still grinning delightedly.
Mike's looked slightly shell-shocked, like he'd just shared a house with a small tornado. He ran his hand through his hair distractedly. "Yeah, that's basically what happened. Snatch, I know you really like your human form, but can you change back for now? Before the villagers get here?"
"No! I don't wanna!"
"It's fine," the bartender said from the corner. "She's just a young-un, we won't hurt her."

Tanrial nodded, “Alright, and yes, thanks again, Snatch. But we need to get to that meeting with Ozrig and Polla.”

Snatch hummed happily and climbed into Tanrial's shoulder, which was more difficult for her now that she wasn't a cheetah cub. Mike led the way into the main room, where they joined Polla and the other villagers in a ring around the room.
Polla nodded at them. "First of all, I'd like to thank you three—that is, you four–for helping us tonight. Without your warning and swift action, things would have turned out much worse. So to you, we are grateful." The others agreed solemnly.

Tanrial half smiled, “Anyone would have done the same, it’s no problem.”

"Still, we are in your dept. Which brings us to the next matter." Polla turned to the other villagers. "These travelers have come here asking for our help. A very powerful very bad man is planning to destroy all but the purest of humans and replace us with monstrosities of his own creation. He lives very close to here, and who knows when he will strike. Tanrial and her friends have requested that we join them to fight this man and prevent the destruction. Do we agree?"
The villagers murmured among themselves for a few minutes. Then Ozrig spoke up. "What kind of manpower does this man have? Will we be outnumbered?"

“If we were to fight with only your men, yes, we’d be outnumbered,” She paused for a moment, “But, we might be able to call in some help. My old village and… people might be willing to join the cause. We should have relatively even numbers then.”

They conferred again, then turned back. "How long will it take your people to get here? A few days? A few weeks?"

“Four days at most. The humans in the village might take a week, though.” She said, leaning back in her chair.

Mike leaned forward. "By the way, we should also mention that we have another advantage over our opponent. While he can still attack us, most of his plan hinges on one very important item. It's called a data drive. What he may not yet know is that we stole the drive from him while we were there. It contains the secrets of the old days–medicine, science, language, everything. With it, we could be the ones to save the world, and without having to kill everyone."

“He doesn’t know we have the real one but it won’t take him long to figure it out. He probably already has.”

The group spoke quietly one more time. Then the bartender stepped forward. "We've decided. We're going to wait until your folks show up, then help you–provided nothing's changed before them."

Tanrial nodded, “Thankyou for your help, it is much appreciated.”

"You are welcome." Polla clasped her hands together. "Now then. There's a bit of a mess outside, but we'll clean it up in the morning. Ozrig, post a sentry just in case those bandits don't give up so easily. In the meantime, Tanrial, you and your friends should get some rest. The dawn will come before you know it."

“Alright, one more question, though. Do you have any means of sending letters? Like messenger birds or something like that? Just so I can get a few messages do those potential allies I spoke of earlier.” She asked.

"Runners come through ahead of the trading caravans every month. There should be one who can take your letter in the next couple of days."
(sorry, can't be on tonight. :( Seeya tomorrow)

Tanrial nodded, “Noted, thank you for that information.” She said, bowing her head in thanks.
(Aww, alright. See you tomorrow)

Snatch and Bernon both yawned simultaneously. "Well, it's been a long one," Bernon said. "I'm ready to turn in. I guess Snatch will have to sleep in your room with you, Tanrial."

“Guess so, come on. Let’s head to bed.” She said to Snatch, indicating to the door and talking the little girl’s hand in hers.

Snatch nodded following her up to her room and hopping up onto the foot of the bed. "I like this dress thing," she murmured sleepily. "I'mma keep it. Night, Tanrial."

Tanrial smiled at her before lying down, ”Alright, goodnight, Snatch.”

The rest of the night passed uneventfully. In the morning, It was the smell of frying fish and Snatch bouncing on the bed that woke her up.
"I'm hungry!" Snatch seemed to have regained all her energy by now. "Get up, get up!"

Tanrial groaned, “Can’t you go ask Bernon and Mike? You can open a door I’m sure.”