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As the hunting party's tanks debated whether or not to disregard Timaeus's decision; the teen and the commander seemed to be in agreement in regards to their next course of action.
They were going to explore the cave.
Under any other circumstances, this would have been labeled as a stupid decision made by a foolish kid, barely old enough to call himself grown. After all, who in their right minds would willingly go into a cave, knowing that there could be a sleepy bear who would not take kindly to intruders? Timaeus and apparently Nike, that's who. He grinned at the commander when they silently approved the plan, quite honestly, he had expected them to shake the leaves off of themselves and retake control of the situation. Yet they didn't...
Tim really appreciated that.
With a nod in response to the commander's words of affirmation, Timaeus was the first to enter the cave, thanks to the fact he had the light source. Their footsteps echoed off the stones lining the walls. At first, the entrance to the cave was narrow as the firelight from the torch danced on both edges of the cave, but as they advanced further it widened out until the glow could no longer reach either side. The daylight from the entrance behind them did not reach them anymore, leaving them reliant on the torch. It was a dangerous situation to be in, but even if the torch went out, they should be fine. Just as long as they stayed together, Nike kept a hold of her throwing daggers, and he didn't lose the flint.
After seeing no sign of this bear, Timaeus considered the possibility of turning back, but the distant sound of running water piqued his curiosity. He wanted to continue moving forward, driven by an innate need to explore what was in here. Yet, he also recognized that this may waste precious time that they didn't have. After all, this was only one cave and this one didn't seem to have signs of the bear or if it did, they hadn't seen it yet. It might be wiser to turn back, but oh how he wanted to see more.
Turning to Nike, he left the decision up to him, "Should we go check that out?" He asked the commander, the firefight illuminated the eager expression on his face.
Oh please, say yes, He silently thought, please for the love of Zeus, say yes.
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As the hunting party's tanks debated whether or not to disregard Timaeus's decision; the teen and the commander seemed to be in agreement in regards to their next course of action.
They were going to explore the cave.
Under any other circumstances, this would have been labeled as a stupid decision made by a foolish kid, barely old enough to call himself grown. After all, who in their right minds would willingly go into a cave, knowing that there could be a sleepy bear who would not take kindly to intruders? Timaeus and apparently Nike, that's who. He grinned at the commander when they silently approved the plan, quite honestly, he had expected them to shake the leaves off of themselves and retake control of the situation. Yet they didn't...
Tim really appreciated that.
With a nod in response to the commander's words of affirmation, Timaeus was the first to enter the cave, thanks to the fact he had the light source. Their footsteps echoed off the stones lining the walls. At first, the entrance to the cave was narrow as the firelight from the torch danced on both edges of the cave, but as they advanced further it widened out until the glow could no longer reach either side. The daylight from the entrance behind them did not reach them anymore, leaving them reliant on the torch. It was a dangerous situation to be in, but even if the torch went out, they should be fine. Just as long as they stayed together, Nike kept a hold of her throwing daggers, and he didn't lose the flint.
After seeing no sign of this bear, Timaeus considered the possibility of turning back, but the distant sound of running water piqued his curiosity. He wanted to continue moving forward, driven by an innate need to explore what was in here. Yet, he also recognized that this may waste precious time that they didn't have. After all, this was only one cave and this one didn't seem to have signs of the bear or if it did, they hadn't seen it yet. It might be wiser to turn back, but oh how he wanted to see more.
Turning to Nike, he left the decision up to him, "Should we go check that out?" He asked the commander, the firefight illuminated the eager expression on his face.
Oh please, say yes, He silently thought, please for the love of Zeus, say yes.
As the hunting party's tanks debated whether or not to disregard Timaeus's decision; the teen and the commander seemed to be in agreement in regards to their next course of action.
They were going to explore the cave.
Under any other circumstances, this would have been labeled as a stupid decision made by a foolish kid, barely old enough to call himself grown. After all, who in their right minds would willingly go into a cave, knowing that there could be a sleepy bear who would not take kindly to intruders? Timaeus and apparently Nike, that's who. He grinned at the commander when they silently approved the plan, quite honestly, he had expected them to shake the leaves off of themselves and retake control of the situation. Yet they didn't...
Tim really appreciated that.
With a nod in response to the commander's words of affirmation, Timaeus was the first to enter the cave, thanks to the fact he had the light source. Their footsteps echoed off the stones lining the walls. At first, the entrance to the cave was narrow as the firelight from the torch danced on both edges of the cave, but as they advanced further it widened out until the glow could no longer reach either side. The daylight from the entrance behind them did not reach them anymore, leaving them reliant on the torch. It was a dangerous situation to be in, but even if the torch went out, they should be fine. Just as long as they stayed together, Nike kept a hold of her throwing daggers, and he didn't lose the flint.
After seeing no sign of this bear, Timaeus considered the possibility of turning back, but the distant sound of running water piqued his curiosity. He wanted to continue moving forward, driven by an innate need to explore what was in here. Yet, he also recognized that this may waste precious time that they didn't have. After all, this was only one cave and this one didn't seem to have signs of the bear or if it did, they hadn't seen it yet. It might be wiser to turn back, but oh how he wanted to see more.
Turning to Nike, he left the decision up to him, "Should we go check that out?" He asked the commander, the firefight illuminated the eager expression on his face.
Oh please, say yes, He silently thought, please for the love of Zeus, say yes.
Outcome Bring Back Its Head
You venture further into the cave, following the dull hiss of running trickling water... As you move deeper into the cavern, it grows darker and you're thankful for the torch. You head forwards, surprised you have not yet found dampness on the walls or any other sign of water within the cave despite that noise...
As you grow closer you realise it's more of a hiss than a trickle.Waving your torch downwards, you realise you've walked into a giant snake's nest.
What appear to be hundreds of the creatures are slithering around the cave floor and around the branches that have broken through its rocky walls. Several trail down near your faces, unnoticed until now, others rear up, their tongues flicking and their gazes focused on your ankles. Many are vipera ursinii's and highly poisonous...
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You venture further into the cave, following the dull hiss of running trickling water... As you move deeper into the cavern, it grows darker and you're thankful for the torch. You head forwards, surprised you have not yet found dampness on the walls or any other sign of water within the cave despite that noise...
As you grow closer you realise it's more of a hiss than a trickle.Waving your torch downwards, you realise you've walked into a giant snake's nest.
What appear to be hundreds of the creatures are slithering around the cave floor and around the branches that have broken through its rocky walls. Several trail down near your faces, unnoticed until now, others rear up, their tongues flicking and their gazes focused on your ankles. Many are vipera ursinii's and highly poisonous...
Outcome Bring Back Its Head
You venture further into the cave, following the dull hiss of running trickling water... As you move deeper into the cavern, it grows darker and you're thankful for the torch. You head forwards, surprised you have not yet found dampness on the walls or any other sign of water within the cave despite that noise...
As you grow closer you realise it's more of a hiss than a trickle.Waving your torch downwards, you realise you've walked into a giant snake's nest.
What appear to be hundreds of the creatures are slithering around the cave floor and around the branches that have broken through its rocky walls. Several trail down near your faces, unnoticed until now, others rear up, their tongues flicking and their gazes focused on your ankles. Many are vipera ursinii's and highly poisonous...
She was not one who did foolish decisions... but then again, how bad can this decision get? They were in a dark cave, but they had a light source at least. He was a young kid sure, but as a soldier, Nike trusted he had some sort of sense and plan, or she would be the first one to give him a piece of her mind if he slipped up. Yet the young captain was showing that he could make sound decisions so far, as he had been the one to use her knives as a flint so they did not go wandering around blindly in the dark. So for now, Nike followed behind him, almost returning his grin with one of her own. Instead, the commander managed a lopsided smile before stepping after the younger one into the cave.
The echoes were foreboding, the shadows cast by the torch which Timaeus held adding on to the unnatural way in which the sounds bounced off the hard granite walls, every little thing magnified, down to their lightest of footsteps. With one arm out of commission, she threw up another thankful prayer at Athena for the fact that it was not her sword-wielding arm and gripped her weapon tightly in the other whilst the injured one hung limply by her side. As they ventured further, the cave yawned to a larger opening, and the running water piqued Nike's interest further. Where there was water, there was life was there not? And this would prove to be a comfortable spot for a hibernating bear, with a water source nearby.
When the question was posed to her, Nike scrunched up her face as she looked forward thoughtfully, an uncertain glance thrown over her shoulder. But then again, what could they do just waiting around? She was never one who waited for something to happen.
"Move on."
In the end, Nike agreed, a wry smile surfacing again when the eager young one obviously delighted at the chance, scrambled ahead. The elder commander followed closely behind, following the sound of the trickling water, as many of them were trained to do. The darkness seemed almost engulfing as they ventured further in.
The first sign of a problem that Nike sensed was a prickle in the back of her neck. And that was what pushed her to notice more things. The frown was immediate on her face, as Nike held out a hand to hold Timaeus still, stopping his trek forward. The cave was cold. She could hear the hiss of... wait if the water was nearby, how was the air not damp? Why were they not splashing in dampness yet? She strained her hearing, her throat tightening when she grabbed Tim's torch from him, and swung it downwards.
Her heart jumped into her throat.
Immediately, Nike jumped backward, pushing Timaeus behind her as she shoved the torch back at him, and waved her sword at the rearing snakes who had just now begun to realize that their nest was being invaded by humans. "Nest!" she called out in a strangled voice, arm swinging upwards to slice off the nearest ones who had been hanging down from the vines that crawled abovehead. A slight sense of panic engulfed Nike at the sight of so many of them. She was not one who was easily terrified - but she had no love for the slithery creatures.
One hand flung out to try and hit another stray snake rearing at them, their beady eyes staring straight. Nike flinched when her shoulder in its oddly dislocated position, made its protests felt, and she buckled backward, managing to push Timaeus back slightly. "Go and get them, quick. You'll be faster than me at this point." she said over her shoulder at Tim in a slightly strained voice. It was obvious Nike was barely managing to keep her rising anxiety at being surrounded by so many of the hissing creatures. She barely looked at Tim as she had spoken, hissing when the moment's distraction of speaking to the captain resulted in a pair of sharp teeth managing to sink itself right at her calf, just above the leather boots she wore.
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She was not one who did foolish decisions... but then again, how bad can this decision get? They were in a dark cave, but they had a light source at least. He was a young kid sure, but as a soldier, Nike trusted he had some sort of sense and plan, or she would be the first one to give him a piece of her mind if he slipped up. Yet the young captain was showing that he could make sound decisions so far, as he had been the one to use her knives as a flint so they did not go wandering around blindly in the dark. So for now, Nike followed behind him, almost returning his grin with one of her own. Instead, the commander managed a lopsided smile before stepping after the younger one into the cave.
The echoes were foreboding, the shadows cast by the torch which Timaeus held adding on to the unnatural way in which the sounds bounced off the hard granite walls, every little thing magnified, down to their lightest of footsteps. With one arm out of commission, she threw up another thankful prayer at Athena for the fact that it was not her sword-wielding arm and gripped her weapon tightly in the other whilst the injured one hung limply by her side. As they ventured further, the cave yawned to a larger opening, and the running water piqued Nike's interest further. Where there was water, there was life was there not? And this would prove to be a comfortable spot for a hibernating bear, with a water source nearby.
When the question was posed to her, Nike scrunched up her face as she looked forward thoughtfully, an uncertain glance thrown over her shoulder. But then again, what could they do just waiting around? She was never one who waited for something to happen.
"Move on."
In the end, Nike agreed, a wry smile surfacing again when the eager young one obviously delighted at the chance, scrambled ahead. The elder commander followed closely behind, following the sound of the trickling water, as many of them were trained to do. The darkness seemed almost engulfing as they ventured further in.
The first sign of a problem that Nike sensed was a prickle in the back of her neck. And that was what pushed her to notice more things. The frown was immediate on her face, as Nike held out a hand to hold Timaeus still, stopping his trek forward. The cave was cold. She could hear the hiss of... wait if the water was nearby, how was the air not damp? Why were they not splashing in dampness yet? She strained her hearing, her throat tightening when she grabbed Tim's torch from him, and swung it downwards.
Her heart jumped into her throat.
Immediately, Nike jumped backward, pushing Timaeus behind her as she shoved the torch back at him, and waved her sword at the rearing snakes who had just now begun to realize that their nest was being invaded by humans. "Nest!" she called out in a strangled voice, arm swinging upwards to slice off the nearest ones who had been hanging down from the vines that crawled abovehead. A slight sense of panic engulfed Nike at the sight of so many of them. She was not one who was easily terrified - but she had no love for the slithery creatures.
One hand flung out to try and hit another stray snake rearing at them, their beady eyes staring straight. Nike flinched when her shoulder in its oddly dislocated position, made its protests felt, and she buckled backward, managing to push Timaeus back slightly. "Go and get them, quick. You'll be faster than me at this point." she said over her shoulder at Tim in a slightly strained voice. It was obvious Nike was barely managing to keep her rising anxiety at being surrounded by so many of the hissing creatures. She barely looked at Tim as she had spoken, hissing when the moment's distraction of speaking to the captain resulted in a pair of sharp teeth managing to sink itself right at her calf, just above the leather boots she wore.
She was not one who did foolish decisions... but then again, how bad can this decision get? They were in a dark cave, but they had a light source at least. He was a young kid sure, but as a soldier, Nike trusted he had some sort of sense and plan, or she would be the first one to give him a piece of her mind if he slipped up. Yet the young captain was showing that he could make sound decisions so far, as he had been the one to use her knives as a flint so they did not go wandering around blindly in the dark. So for now, Nike followed behind him, almost returning his grin with one of her own. Instead, the commander managed a lopsided smile before stepping after the younger one into the cave.
The echoes were foreboding, the shadows cast by the torch which Timaeus held adding on to the unnatural way in which the sounds bounced off the hard granite walls, every little thing magnified, down to their lightest of footsteps. With one arm out of commission, she threw up another thankful prayer at Athena for the fact that it was not her sword-wielding arm and gripped her weapon tightly in the other whilst the injured one hung limply by her side. As they ventured further, the cave yawned to a larger opening, and the running water piqued Nike's interest further. Where there was water, there was life was there not? And this would prove to be a comfortable spot for a hibernating bear, with a water source nearby.
When the question was posed to her, Nike scrunched up her face as she looked forward thoughtfully, an uncertain glance thrown over her shoulder. But then again, what could they do just waiting around? She was never one who waited for something to happen.
"Move on."
In the end, Nike agreed, a wry smile surfacing again when the eager young one obviously delighted at the chance, scrambled ahead. The elder commander followed closely behind, following the sound of the trickling water, as many of them were trained to do. The darkness seemed almost engulfing as they ventured further in.
The first sign of a problem that Nike sensed was a prickle in the back of her neck. And that was what pushed her to notice more things. The frown was immediate on her face, as Nike held out a hand to hold Timaeus still, stopping his trek forward. The cave was cold. She could hear the hiss of... wait if the water was nearby, how was the air not damp? Why were they not splashing in dampness yet? She strained her hearing, her throat tightening when she grabbed Tim's torch from him, and swung it downwards.
Her heart jumped into her throat.
Immediately, Nike jumped backward, pushing Timaeus behind her as she shoved the torch back at him, and waved her sword at the rearing snakes who had just now begun to realize that their nest was being invaded by humans. "Nest!" she called out in a strangled voice, arm swinging upwards to slice off the nearest ones who had been hanging down from the vines that crawled abovehead. A slight sense of panic engulfed Nike at the sight of so many of them. She was not one who was easily terrified - but she had no love for the slithery creatures.
One hand flung out to try and hit another stray snake rearing at them, their beady eyes staring straight. Nike flinched when her shoulder in its oddly dislocated position, made its protests felt, and she buckled backward, managing to push Timaeus back slightly. "Go and get them, quick. You'll be faster than me at this point." she said over her shoulder at Tim in a slightly strained voice. It was obvious Nike was barely managing to keep her rising anxiety at being surrounded by so many of the hissing creatures. She barely looked at Tim as she had spoken, hissing when the moment's distraction of speaking to the captain resulted in a pair of sharp teeth managing to sink itself right at her calf, just above the leather boots she wore.
Truly, Timaeus was a billy goat living in a human’s body. The way he bounced ahead with such gusto, such brave-hearted naivety, once Nike gave him the approval he sought after made it clear that he was a greenling after the thrill of an adventure. He barely looked over his shoulder to ensure that the commander was following closely behind. Of course, he was. Somebody had to make sure that Timaeus didn’t get too eager and accidentally hurt himself and figuring that it was just the two of them, it was Nike’s turn to play babysitter for now.
An almost childlike sense of adventure and excitement took over him as he marched forward and it was so consuming that failed to notice the little things that Nike did. So, when he was stopped by the commander and found the torch wrenched from his hands, nothing seemed to be amiss.
That was until Nike swung the torch downwards and Timaeus came face to face with hundreds of small beady eyes.
“Oh Fuck” He quietly said, almost under his breath, as a sense of panic gripped his chest, only heightened by the rough shove from Nike as she tried to convince him to leave the cave without them. “With all due respect Commander,” Timaeus managed to hiss back through his own quickening breath as his eyes darted from snake to snake, rightly terrified that they were all about to bite, “I’m not leaving you.” One snake? That was easy. Even a child could handle that with one good swipe from a kitchen knife, but hundreds? They may be trained in the art of swordsmanship, making them forces to be reckoned with, but even they could realize when they were staring death in the face.
As if to confirm his fears, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a snake lunge at his friend; drawing a strangled cry of “Nike!” from the boy. The warning came too late as the teeth sunk into Nike’s calf. The commander reacted instantly, swinging the sword in such a way that saw the snake cleanly be cut in half in a matter of seconds. Timaeus didn’t have a chance to make sure the commander was alright as his noticed that there were snakes drawing closer to him. His heart pounded in his ears. He didn’t have time to draw his sword.
Not when one of them lunged at him.
Without a weapon to defend himself, Timaeus left back. Although he was now out of the snake’s striking range, he wasn’t quite able to stick the landing. Stumbling back, the hand with the torch in it swung dangerously close to the ground as Tim struggled to right himself, knowing full well that if he went down, he’d be a goner. He was able to stay on his feet, but he noticed something strange. The snake had moved back.
Huh? He silently thought as he replayed what had happened and eyed the torch, suddenly aware that he now had a weapon. Oh yeah. Fire.
Spurred on by his not-so-brilliant discovery that the snakes did not like fire, he immediately jumped into action. “Go!” He yelled at him, trying to jolt them out of the shock and anxiety that was forming from the bite. Tim roughly pushed Nike forward, desperate to get them out of the cave. Not checking to see if his comrade had actually listened, Timaeus turned back to the threat chasing them through the cavern. Crouching down, he sent the flames twisting this way and that way as he moved the torch to face whatever snake was within striking distance. This kept them back to the point where Tim felt that there was enough distance between them for him to suddenly turn on his heels and make a break for the exit.
The harsh echoes of his footfalls rang in his ears, almost as loud as he propelled himself out of the cave. He moved so quickly out of pure mortal fear that he seemed to almost leave his body. He couldn’t feel his own legs moving and his thoughts became hazy… almost dreamlike. Tim was harshly pulled back to reality when he caught up to Nike, who had been right, he was faster than his fellow soldier. Without even slowing, the captain reached out and grabbed her good arm, dragging them along with a cry of “Come on!” that echoed through the cave. If he had stopped to listen perhaps he would have noticed that his shout was so loud that the cave carried it all the way up to Vangelis and Lazaros, but there was no time to stop. Tim didn’t dare to check. They didn’t have time.
With him dragging the commander along, they quickly made it to the entrance of the cave where Tim finally released them. Spinning around with the flames in hand, he stood ready to keep back any of the slithering beasts that were giving chase. Finally having a moment to do so, Timaeus moved the torch to his left hand, the non-dominant one, and drew his sword with the other as he never took his eyes off of the cave entrance. His eyes scanned for any sign of movement as his mind swarmed with concerns for Nike’s condition as their hurried run gave no indication of how they were faring and his own ragged breath prevented him from hearing them as well. However, Timaeus was ready to protect Nike from any more dangers. Even if he had to behead a hundred of the creatures. They were soldiers. Loyalty to each other to each other above all else.
But that didn’t mean he would have to do it alone.
“Vangelis! Lazaros!” He screamed over his shoulder, desperate to get the men’s attention, “Help us!”
Timaeus could only pray that the two of them could hear him.
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Truly, Timaeus was a billy goat living in a human’s body. The way he bounced ahead with such gusto, such brave-hearted naivety, once Nike gave him the approval he sought after made it clear that he was a greenling after the thrill of an adventure. He barely looked over his shoulder to ensure that the commander was following closely behind. Of course, he was. Somebody had to make sure that Timaeus didn’t get too eager and accidentally hurt himself and figuring that it was just the two of them, it was Nike’s turn to play babysitter for now.
An almost childlike sense of adventure and excitement took over him as he marched forward and it was so consuming that failed to notice the little things that Nike did. So, when he was stopped by the commander and found the torch wrenched from his hands, nothing seemed to be amiss.
That was until Nike swung the torch downwards and Timaeus came face to face with hundreds of small beady eyes.
“Oh Fuck” He quietly said, almost under his breath, as a sense of panic gripped his chest, only heightened by the rough shove from Nike as she tried to convince him to leave the cave without them. “With all due respect Commander,” Timaeus managed to hiss back through his own quickening breath as his eyes darted from snake to snake, rightly terrified that they were all about to bite, “I’m not leaving you.” One snake? That was easy. Even a child could handle that with one good swipe from a kitchen knife, but hundreds? They may be trained in the art of swordsmanship, making them forces to be reckoned with, but even they could realize when they were staring death in the face.
As if to confirm his fears, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a snake lunge at his friend; drawing a strangled cry of “Nike!” from the boy. The warning came too late as the teeth sunk into Nike’s calf. The commander reacted instantly, swinging the sword in such a way that saw the snake cleanly be cut in half in a matter of seconds. Timaeus didn’t have a chance to make sure the commander was alright as his noticed that there were snakes drawing closer to him. His heart pounded in his ears. He didn’t have time to draw his sword.
Not when one of them lunged at him.
Without a weapon to defend himself, Timaeus left back. Although he was now out of the snake’s striking range, he wasn’t quite able to stick the landing. Stumbling back, the hand with the torch in it swung dangerously close to the ground as Tim struggled to right himself, knowing full well that if he went down, he’d be a goner. He was able to stay on his feet, but he noticed something strange. The snake had moved back.
Huh? He silently thought as he replayed what had happened and eyed the torch, suddenly aware that he now had a weapon. Oh yeah. Fire.
Spurred on by his not-so-brilliant discovery that the snakes did not like fire, he immediately jumped into action. “Go!” He yelled at him, trying to jolt them out of the shock and anxiety that was forming from the bite. Tim roughly pushed Nike forward, desperate to get them out of the cave. Not checking to see if his comrade had actually listened, Timaeus turned back to the threat chasing them through the cavern. Crouching down, he sent the flames twisting this way and that way as he moved the torch to face whatever snake was within striking distance. This kept them back to the point where Tim felt that there was enough distance between them for him to suddenly turn on his heels and make a break for the exit.
The harsh echoes of his footfalls rang in his ears, almost as loud as he propelled himself out of the cave. He moved so quickly out of pure mortal fear that he seemed to almost leave his body. He couldn’t feel his own legs moving and his thoughts became hazy… almost dreamlike. Tim was harshly pulled back to reality when he caught up to Nike, who had been right, he was faster than his fellow soldier. Without even slowing, the captain reached out and grabbed her good arm, dragging them along with a cry of “Come on!” that echoed through the cave. If he had stopped to listen perhaps he would have noticed that his shout was so loud that the cave carried it all the way up to Vangelis and Lazaros, but there was no time to stop. Tim didn’t dare to check. They didn’t have time.
With him dragging the commander along, they quickly made it to the entrance of the cave where Tim finally released them. Spinning around with the flames in hand, he stood ready to keep back any of the slithering beasts that were giving chase. Finally having a moment to do so, Timaeus moved the torch to his left hand, the non-dominant one, and drew his sword with the other as he never took his eyes off of the cave entrance. His eyes scanned for any sign of movement as his mind swarmed with concerns for Nike’s condition as their hurried run gave no indication of how they were faring and his own ragged breath prevented him from hearing them as well. However, Timaeus was ready to protect Nike from any more dangers. Even if he had to behead a hundred of the creatures. They were soldiers. Loyalty to each other to each other above all else.
But that didn’t mean he would have to do it alone.
“Vangelis! Lazaros!” He screamed over his shoulder, desperate to get the men’s attention, “Help us!”
Timaeus could only pray that the two of them could hear him.
Truly, Timaeus was a billy goat living in a human’s body. The way he bounced ahead with such gusto, such brave-hearted naivety, once Nike gave him the approval he sought after made it clear that he was a greenling after the thrill of an adventure. He barely looked over his shoulder to ensure that the commander was following closely behind. Of course, he was. Somebody had to make sure that Timaeus didn’t get too eager and accidentally hurt himself and figuring that it was just the two of them, it was Nike’s turn to play babysitter for now.
An almost childlike sense of adventure and excitement took over him as he marched forward and it was so consuming that failed to notice the little things that Nike did. So, when he was stopped by the commander and found the torch wrenched from his hands, nothing seemed to be amiss.
That was until Nike swung the torch downwards and Timaeus came face to face with hundreds of small beady eyes.
“Oh Fuck” He quietly said, almost under his breath, as a sense of panic gripped his chest, only heightened by the rough shove from Nike as she tried to convince him to leave the cave without them. “With all due respect Commander,” Timaeus managed to hiss back through his own quickening breath as his eyes darted from snake to snake, rightly terrified that they were all about to bite, “I’m not leaving you.” One snake? That was easy. Even a child could handle that with one good swipe from a kitchen knife, but hundreds? They may be trained in the art of swordsmanship, making them forces to be reckoned with, but even they could realize when they were staring death in the face.
As if to confirm his fears, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a snake lunge at his friend; drawing a strangled cry of “Nike!” from the boy. The warning came too late as the teeth sunk into Nike’s calf. The commander reacted instantly, swinging the sword in such a way that saw the snake cleanly be cut in half in a matter of seconds. Timaeus didn’t have a chance to make sure the commander was alright as his noticed that there were snakes drawing closer to him. His heart pounded in his ears. He didn’t have time to draw his sword.
Not when one of them lunged at him.
Without a weapon to defend himself, Timaeus left back. Although he was now out of the snake’s striking range, he wasn’t quite able to stick the landing. Stumbling back, the hand with the torch in it swung dangerously close to the ground as Tim struggled to right himself, knowing full well that if he went down, he’d be a goner. He was able to stay on his feet, but he noticed something strange. The snake had moved back.
Huh? He silently thought as he replayed what had happened and eyed the torch, suddenly aware that he now had a weapon. Oh yeah. Fire.
Spurred on by his not-so-brilliant discovery that the snakes did not like fire, he immediately jumped into action. “Go!” He yelled at him, trying to jolt them out of the shock and anxiety that was forming from the bite. Tim roughly pushed Nike forward, desperate to get them out of the cave. Not checking to see if his comrade had actually listened, Timaeus turned back to the threat chasing them through the cavern. Crouching down, he sent the flames twisting this way and that way as he moved the torch to face whatever snake was within striking distance. This kept them back to the point where Tim felt that there was enough distance between them for him to suddenly turn on his heels and make a break for the exit.
The harsh echoes of his footfalls rang in his ears, almost as loud as he propelled himself out of the cave. He moved so quickly out of pure mortal fear that he seemed to almost leave his body. He couldn’t feel his own legs moving and his thoughts became hazy… almost dreamlike. Tim was harshly pulled back to reality when he caught up to Nike, who had been right, he was faster than his fellow soldier. Without even slowing, the captain reached out and grabbed her good arm, dragging them along with a cry of “Come on!” that echoed through the cave. If he had stopped to listen perhaps he would have noticed that his shout was so loud that the cave carried it all the way up to Vangelis and Lazaros, but there was no time to stop. Tim didn’t dare to check. They didn’t have time.
With him dragging the commander along, they quickly made it to the entrance of the cave where Tim finally released them. Spinning around with the flames in hand, he stood ready to keep back any of the slithering beasts that were giving chase. Finally having a moment to do so, Timaeus moved the torch to his left hand, the non-dominant one, and drew his sword with the other as he never took his eyes off of the cave entrance. His eyes scanned for any sign of movement as his mind swarmed with concerns for Nike’s condition as their hurried run gave no indication of how they were faring and his own ragged breath prevented him from hearing them as well. However, Timaeus was ready to protect Nike from any more dangers. Even if he had to behead a hundred of the creatures. They were soldiers. Loyalty to each other to each other above all else.
But that didn’t mean he would have to do it alone.
“Vangelis! Lazaros!” He screamed over his shoulder, desperate to get the men’s attention, “Help us!”
Timaeus could only pray that the two of them could hear him.
Lazaros did not like waiting. Not knowing what was happening down there after Nike and Timaeus fell was starting to really weigh on his mind. He knew that it would be foolish of him to jump in after them to try and get them out. The hole was deep and then it would be three if not all four of them down there. No, himself and Vangelis needed to find another opening. Getting their commrades out was his priority now. He could no longer stand there and wait. "We must find another way, Sire. There has to be another way in or out." He waited a moment and then pushed forward, paying attention to how the terrain felt under his feet, careful not to find another patch of ice that he or the Prince may fall through.
Walking gingerly along, Lazaros could hear some commotion and very faint muffled voices. He took this as a good sign, maybe he was getting closer to finding a way to them. But the word he heard was not good news. A nest? There were a few possibilities but most of them were not good. Judging by the reactions inside, it was not good. Lazaros could only imagine what was going on inside and that made him nervous. He wanted to help, he needed to help. Feeling this helpless was not something he ever wanted to feel again.
He must have heard Timaeus's voice. It was less muffled now and yelling for his and Vangelis's names. He was yelling for help. This made Lazaros jump into action. He needed to find them. Paying mind to where the voice came from, he changed his direction and started heading that way. The snow was thick but at least the ice wasn't also causing issues.
Looking around, he finally saw them. But something was wrong, off. "Tim! Nike!" He called out to them and began his trek down to them. Lazaros was careful and made sure he went first in front of Vangelis. When the two older man reached their other pair, Laz spoke, his voice full of worry. "What happened? Are you guys okay?" It was clear that something was wrong with Nike though. They needed to act quickly.
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Lazaros did not like waiting. Not knowing what was happening down there after Nike and Timaeus fell was starting to really weigh on his mind. He knew that it would be foolish of him to jump in after them to try and get them out. The hole was deep and then it would be three if not all four of them down there. No, himself and Vangelis needed to find another opening. Getting their commrades out was his priority now. He could no longer stand there and wait. "We must find another way, Sire. There has to be another way in or out." He waited a moment and then pushed forward, paying attention to how the terrain felt under his feet, careful not to find another patch of ice that he or the Prince may fall through.
Walking gingerly along, Lazaros could hear some commotion and very faint muffled voices. He took this as a good sign, maybe he was getting closer to finding a way to them. But the word he heard was not good news. A nest? There were a few possibilities but most of them were not good. Judging by the reactions inside, it was not good. Lazaros could only imagine what was going on inside and that made him nervous. He wanted to help, he needed to help. Feeling this helpless was not something he ever wanted to feel again.
He must have heard Timaeus's voice. It was less muffled now and yelling for his and Vangelis's names. He was yelling for help. This made Lazaros jump into action. He needed to find them. Paying mind to where the voice came from, he changed his direction and started heading that way. The snow was thick but at least the ice wasn't also causing issues.
Looking around, he finally saw them. But something was wrong, off. "Tim! Nike!" He called out to them and began his trek down to them. Lazaros was careful and made sure he went first in front of Vangelis. When the two older man reached their other pair, Laz spoke, his voice full of worry. "What happened? Are you guys okay?" It was clear that something was wrong with Nike though. They needed to act quickly.
Lazaros did not like waiting. Not knowing what was happening down there after Nike and Timaeus fell was starting to really weigh on his mind. He knew that it would be foolish of him to jump in after them to try and get them out. The hole was deep and then it would be three if not all four of them down there. No, himself and Vangelis needed to find another opening. Getting their commrades out was his priority now. He could no longer stand there and wait. "We must find another way, Sire. There has to be another way in or out." He waited a moment and then pushed forward, paying attention to how the terrain felt under his feet, careful not to find another patch of ice that he or the Prince may fall through.
Walking gingerly along, Lazaros could hear some commotion and very faint muffled voices. He took this as a good sign, maybe he was getting closer to finding a way to them. But the word he heard was not good news. A nest? There were a few possibilities but most of them were not good. Judging by the reactions inside, it was not good. Lazaros could only imagine what was going on inside and that made him nervous. He wanted to help, he needed to help. Feeling this helpless was not something he ever wanted to feel again.
He must have heard Timaeus's voice. It was less muffled now and yelling for his and Vangelis's names. He was yelling for help. This made Lazaros jump into action. He needed to find them. Paying mind to where the voice came from, he changed his direction and started heading that way. The snow was thick but at least the ice wasn't also causing issues.
Looking around, he finally saw them. But something was wrong, off. "Tim! Nike!" He called out to them and began his trek down to them. Lazaros was careful and made sure he went first in front of Vangelis. When the two older man reached their other pair, Laz spoke, his voice full of worry. "What happened? Are you guys okay?" It was clear that something was wrong with Nike though. They needed to act quickly.
Vangelis had watched with mild concern but mostly amusement as Nike and Timaeus had fallen down the rocky slope, landing in a smooshed pile in the leaves at the bottom. Frowning when it was clear Nike was injured, he however said nothing when the two slighter of the group decided to head forwards into the cave in search of the animal they were hunting. When Timaeus called up that he and Lazaros should stay back, Vangelis didn't react aside from issuing a simple command.
"You see signs of the bear in there and you come back for us before approaching it." He told them.
He wasn't about to go back to Midas with the dead son of a baron because Timaeus had been too determined to be gallant and had ended up mauled by an angry bear. It wasn't exactly the best impression for a Colchian General and Crown Prince to make.
Some might have thought his choice to continue with the mission upon discovering only three volunteers was a foolish one. Timaeus especially was young. But Vangelis was a Colchian, they were Colchians. And a Colchian proved their mettle beyond all doubt regardless of age or experience. It would be a dishonour against all who had arrived to take on the hunt for Vangelis to have decided them to be an unfit force to stand beside.
It was a few minutes after Timaeus and Nike has decided to venture into the hollow in the mountain that Lazaros - impatient as ever - decided to make his way down, informing the prince that he would be sure to find a safer route. A smart move, given that they didn't need two military commanders with only one working arm.
Upon reaching the ground, Lazaros headed directly into the cave and Vangelis rolled his shoulders and rubbed one of his eyes.
"How many men does it take to investigate bear scat." He mumbled to himself as he watched the breeze and waited for his men to reappear.
Sniffing, Vangelis noticed the smell of smoke and fire coming from the North and frowned in surprise, turning to look towards the source of the smell, but it was gone almost as fast as it arrived.
He then turned his attention to the forest, his eyes narrowing as he scanned between the trees, looking for anything that moved in the wrong direction to the wind or moved in a way that was more animal than nature. He saw nothing.
A few moments later and he heard voices from the cave and the noise of running footsteps. Still high on the upper ledge, Vangelis looked down to watch, glaring when he heard a call for help from himself and the Commander who had just run inside the cave to administer just that.
It was as he saw all three of them approaching the opening to the cave and backing out into the sunlight that angry hissing became apparent. Vangelis noted how all three of the men looked down towards the ground, two with swords and one with a torch as they tried to beat away at hundreds of snakes.
Looking and assessing quickly, Vangelis hurried forwards - not down the side of the outcropping, but up.
Running along the path that would have sent them upwards rather than down, Vangelis scrambled and climbed quickly, his long legs carrying him over the rocks and his big hands supporting his weight as he worked his way to the edge. Now, he stood directly above the caves entrance, on top of the hill that the cave drilled into.
Taking the halberd from his back and swinging it widely in his hands so that he held the weapon high above his head, handle pointed up and massive blade pointed towards the ground, Vangelis glanced to check that his three men were now outside of the cave before throwing the upper half of his body forwards and smashing the halberd into the rocks below his feet.
With half the rockface held together by the roots of the trees around him, the addition of a heavy piece of iron slamming into the wood and stone, then removed and the assault repeated quickly had the roots loosening their hold and the rocks slipping free.
The keening of rock on metal echoed throughout the forest, as Vangelis continued to attack the rock, once, twice more, until the entire top lip of the cave entrance broke free in giant chunks.
Hopping a step backwards so he was no long positioned on the falling rubble, Vangelis watched from above as the rocks and boulders fell ten foot or more down into the entrance of the cave crushing the first wave of serpents and sending the others slithering back from the sudden change in light and the rumbling of the earth as rock met ground.
The few dozen snakes that were still left, snapping at the boots of his three fellow soldiers, Vangelis was too far away to deal with, but he snapped an order at Timaeus nonetheless.
"Drop the torch!"
Beneath the three men was the pile of leaves Nike and Timaeus had dropped into when they had fallen down the side path. A simple drop of the light and a hasty retreat would have the entire ground before the cave entrance burning in seconds.
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Vangelis had watched with mild concern but mostly amusement as Nike and Timaeus had fallen down the rocky slope, landing in a smooshed pile in the leaves at the bottom. Frowning when it was clear Nike was injured, he however said nothing when the two slighter of the group decided to head forwards into the cave in search of the animal they were hunting. When Timaeus called up that he and Lazaros should stay back, Vangelis didn't react aside from issuing a simple command.
"You see signs of the bear in there and you come back for us before approaching it." He told them.
He wasn't about to go back to Midas with the dead son of a baron because Timaeus had been too determined to be gallant and had ended up mauled by an angry bear. It wasn't exactly the best impression for a Colchian General and Crown Prince to make.
Some might have thought his choice to continue with the mission upon discovering only three volunteers was a foolish one. Timaeus especially was young. But Vangelis was a Colchian, they were Colchians. And a Colchian proved their mettle beyond all doubt regardless of age or experience. It would be a dishonour against all who had arrived to take on the hunt for Vangelis to have decided them to be an unfit force to stand beside.
It was a few minutes after Timaeus and Nike has decided to venture into the hollow in the mountain that Lazaros - impatient as ever - decided to make his way down, informing the prince that he would be sure to find a safer route. A smart move, given that they didn't need two military commanders with only one working arm.
Upon reaching the ground, Lazaros headed directly into the cave and Vangelis rolled his shoulders and rubbed one of his eyes.
"How many men does it take to investigate bear scat." He mumbled to himself as he watched the breeze and waited for his men to reappear.
Sniffing, Vangelis noticed the smell of smoke and fire coming from the North and frowned in surprise, turning to look towards the source of the smell, but it was gone almost as fast as it arrived.
He then turned his attention to the forest, his eyes narrowing as he scanned between the trees, looking for anything that moved in the wrong direction to the wind or moved in a way that was more animal than nature. He saw nothing.
A few moments later and he heard voices from the cave and the noise of running footsteps. Still high on the upper ledge, Vangelis looked down to watch, glaring when he heard a call for help from himself and the Commander who had just run inside the cave to administer just that.
It was as he saw all three of them approaching the opening to the cave and backing out into the sunlight that angry hissing became apparent. Vangelis noted how all three of the men looked down towards the ground, two with swords and one with a torch as they tried to beat away at hundreds of snakes.
Looking and assessing quickly, Vangelis hurried forwards - not down the side of the outcropping, but up.
Running along the path that would have sent them upwards rather than down, Vangelis scrambled and climbed quickly, his long legs carrying him over the rocks and his big hands supporting his weight as he worked his way to the edge. Now, he stood directly above the caves entrance, on top of the hill that the cave drilled into.
Taking the halberd from his back and swinging it widely in his hands so that he held the weapon high above his head, handle pointed up and massive blade pointed towards the ground, Vangelis glanced to check that his three men were now outside of the cave before throwing the upper half of his body forwards and smashing the halberd into the rocks below his feet.
With half the rockface held together by the roots of the trees around him, the addition of a heavy piece of iron slamming into the wood and stone, then removed and the assault repeated quickly had the roots loosening their hold and the rocks slipping free.
The keening of rock on metal echoed throughout the forest, as Vangelis continued to attack the rock, once, twice more, until the entire top lip of the cave entrance broke free in giant chunks.
Hopping a step backwards so he was no long positioned on the falling rubble, Vangelis watched from above as the rocks and boulders fell ten foot or more down into the entrance of the cave crushing the first wave of serpents and sending the others slithering back from the sudden change in light and the rumbling of the earth as rock met ground.
The few dozen snakes that were still left, snapping at the boots of his three fellow soldiers, Vangelis was too far away to deal with, but he snapped an order at Timaeus nonetheless.
"Drop the torch!"
Beneath the three men was the pile of leaves Nike and Timaeus had dropped into when they had fallen down the side path. A simple drop of the light and a hasty retreat would have the entire ground before the cave entrance burning in seconds.
Vangelis had watched with mild concern but mostly amusement as Nike and Timaeus had fallen down the rocky slope, landing in a smooshed pile in the leaves at the bottom. Frowning when it was clear Nike was injured, he however said nothing when the two slighter of the group decided to head forwards into the cave in search of the animal they were hunting. When Timaeus called up that he and Lazaros should stay back, Vangelis didn't react aside from issuing a simple command.
"You see signs of the bear in there and you come back for us before approaching it." He told them.
He wasn't about to go back to Midas with the dead son of a baron because Timaeus had been too determined to be gallant and had ended up mauled by an angry bear. It wasn't exactly the best impression for a Colchian General and Crown Prince to make.
Some might have thought his choice to continue with the mission upon discovering only three volunteers was a foolish one. Timaeus especially was young. But Vangelis was a Colchian, they were Colchians. And a Colchian proved their mettle beyond all doubt regardless of age or experience. It would be a dishonour against all who had arrived to take on the hunt for Vangelis to have decided them to be an unfit force to stand beside.
It was a few minutes after Timaeus and Nike has decided to venture into the hollow in the mountain that Lazaros - impatient as ever - decided to make his way down, informing the prince that he would be sure to find a safer route. A smart move, given that they didn't need two military commanders with only one working arm.
Upon reaching the ground, Lazaros headed directly into the cave and Vangelis rolled his shoulders and rubbed one of his eyes.
"How many men does it take to investigate bear scat." He mumbled to himself as he watched the breeze and waited for his men to reappear.
Sniffing, Vangelis noticed the smell of smoke and fire coming from the North and frowned in surprise, turning to look towards the source of the smell, but it was gone almost as fast as it arrived.
He then turned his attention to the forest, his eyes narrowing as he scanned between the trees, looking for anything that moved in the wrong direction to the wind or moved in a way that was more animal than nature. He saw nothing.
A few moments later and he heard voices from the cave and the noise of running footsteps. Still high on the upper ledge, Vangelis looked down to watch, glaring when he heard a call for help from himself and the Commander who had just run inside the cave to administer just that.
It was as he saw all three of them approaching the opening to the cave and backing out into the sunlight that angry hissing became apparent. Vangelis noted how all three of the men looked down towards the ground, two with swords and one with a torch as they tried to beat away at hundreds of snakes.
Looking and assessing quickly, Vangelis hurried forwards - not down the side of the outcropping, but up.
Running along the path that would have sent them upwards rather than down, Vangelis scrambled and climbed quickly, his long legs carrying him over the rocks and his big hands supporting his weight as he worked his way to the edge. Now, he stood directly above the caves entrance, on top of the hill that the cave drilled into.
Taking the halberd from his back and swinging it widely in his hands so that he held the weapon high above his head, handle pointed up and massive blade pointed towards the ground, Vangelis glanced to check that his three men were now outside of the cave before throwing the upper half of his body forwards and smashing the halberd into the rocks below his feet.
With half the rockface held together by the roots of the trees around him, the addition of a heavy piece of iron slamming into the wood and stone, then removed and the assault repeated quickly had the roots loosening their hold and the rocks slipping free.
The keening of rock on metal echoed throughout the forest, as Vangelis continued to attack the rock, once, twice more, until the entire top lip of the cave entrance broke free in giant chunks.
Hopping a step backwards so he was no long positioned on the falling rubble, Vangelis watched from above as the rocks and boulders fell ten foot or more down into the entrance of the cave crushing the first wave of serpents and sending the others slithering back from the sudden change in light and the rumbling of the earth as rock met ground.
The few dozen snakes that were still left, snapping at the boots of his three fellow soldiers, Vangelis was too far away to deal with, but he snapped an order at Timaeus nonetheless.
"Drop the torch!"
Beneath the three men was the pile of leaves Nike and Timaeus had dropped into when they had fallen down the side path. A simple drop of the light and a hasty retreat would have the entire ground before the cave entrance burning in seconds.
Oh, Nike knew as well, or perhaps even better then Timaeus about that deuced military spirit on leaving no man alone. She's done the same many times for her own brothers in arms, foolish as it may sound. Perhaps due to her gender, Nike tended to be a little more careful, but she can't say the same for many of her comrades who did it because 'no man should be left standing alone', a common military practice misused by many. To the commander, she instead thought of it as 'no man should die', and if her leaving would ensure the other's survival, she would leave.
And now was one of those times. The woman had wanted Timaeus to run and get the other two brawny ones of their group in order to at least cull some damage, and get them out of this slithery situation. The snake bite to her leg had made her stumble backwards a few steps, and the younger captain esalated it by pushing her more, almost making her stumble had she not caught herself by the wall. The woman whipped back, her eyes wide with attention. The bite at her leg throbbed, droplets of blood seeping out, but they had bigger issus now.
And just like him, she wasn't about to leave.
Her eyes watched, her mind somewhat slow to process the flames causing the coldblooded reptiles to retreat. The next thing she knew, Nike was hurtling along the cavernous passageway, running as fast as Timaeus dragged her back to the entrance. There, even despite the cold weather, a light sheen of sweat had started to shimmer over her brows and neck as she too pivoted to brandish her longsword at the cavern's entrance, breathe coming ragged and heavy.
The new voice calling out made Nike turn over her shoulder, the sudden movement making her vision swim a little. Chalking it up to the shock and rude fear of the snakes, a little part of her filled with gratitude that the Gods had some form of mercy when the bulky form of Lazaros made itself known. Okay? No, they were most definitely not okay. Not when more of the slithery bastards were crawling after them, apparently quite angry that their home was disturbed, despite the cold weather. Mentally cursing, Nike jumped forward, her stance wobbling a little as she brandished her weapon at the hissing reptiles, just before a loud keen of rock on metal distracted her, and she looked up just in time to see rocks and boulders falling like rain towards the entrance of the cave, effectively blocking the rest of the serpents from coming out.
The command was simple enough, and Nike quickly knocked the torch out of Timaeus's hands almost as the last word left Vangelis's lips, grabbing the now vacated hand in a funny turn of events. "Lazaros, let's go!" she yelled, as the leaves crackled, catching fire quickly. Trusting Lazaros to follow as he would, the commander turned and ran, in a way one would never know she had been bitten or even had an injured shoulder. With her long sword held in the arm of her bad shoulder, it was the stronger one that hauled Timaeus upwards along the path as the fire spread along the grounds they had just been standing upon.
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Oh, Nike knew as well, or perhaps even better then Timaeus about that deuced military spirit on leaving no man alone. She's done the same many times for her own brothers in arms, foolish as it may sound. Perhaps due to her gender, Nike tended to be a little more careful, but she can't say the same for many of her comrades who did it because 'no man should be left standing alone', a common military practice misused by many. To the commander, she instead thought of it as 'no man should die', and if her leaving would ensure the other's survival, she would leave.
And now was one of those times. The woman had wanted Timaeus to run and get the other two brawny ones of their group in order to at least cull some damage, and get them out of this slithery situation. The snake bite to her leg had made her stumble backwards a few steps, and the younger captain esalated it by pushing her more, almost making her stumble had she not caught herself by the wall. The woman whipped back, her eyes wide with attention. The bite at her leg throbbed, droplets of blood seeping out, but they had bigger issus now.
And just like him, she wasn't about to leave.
Her eyes watched, her mind somewhat slow to process the flames causing the coldblooded reptiles to retreat. The next thing she knew, Nike was hurtling along the cavernous passageway, running as fast as Timaeus dragged her back to the entrance. There, even despite the cold weather, a light sheen of sweat had started to shimmer over her brows and neck as she too pivoted to brandish her longsword at the cavern's entrance, breathe coming ragged and heavy.
The new voice calling out made Nike turn over her shoulder, the sudden movement making her vision swim a little. Chalking it up to the shock and rude fear of the snakes, a little part of her filled with gratitude that the Gods had some form of mercy when the bulky form of Lazaros made itself known. Okay? No, they were most definitely not okay. Not when more of the slithery bastards were crawling after them, apparently quite angry that their home was disturbed, despite the cold weather. Mentally cursing, Nike jumped forward, her stance wobbling a little as she brandished her weapon at the hissing reptiles, just before a loud keen of rock on metal distracted her, and she looked up just in time to see rocks and boulders falling like rain towards the entrance of the cave, effectively blocking the rest of the serpents from coming out.
The command was simple enough, and Nike quickly knocked the torch out of Timaeus's hands almost as the last word left Vangelis's lips, grabbing the now vacated hand in a funny turn of events. "Lazaros, let's go!" she yelled, as the leaves crackled, catching fire quickly. Trusting Lazaros to follow as he would, the commander turned and ran, in a way one would never know she had been bitten or even had an injured shoulder. With her long sword held in the arm of her bad shoulder, it was the stronger one that hauled Timaeus upwards along the path as the fire spread along the grounds they had just been standing upon.
Oh, Nike knew as well, or perhaps even better then Timaeus about that deuced military spirit on leaving no man alone. She's done the same many times for her own brothers in arms, foolish as it may sound. Perhaps due to her gender, Nike tended to be a little more careful, but she can't say the same for many of her comrades who did it because 'no man should be left standing alone', a common military practice misused by many. To the commander, she instead thought of it as 'no man should die', and if her leaving would ensure the other's survival, she would leave.
And now was one of those times. The woman had wanted Timaeus to run and get the other two brawny ones of their group in order to at least cull some damage, and get them out of this slithery situation. The snake bite to her leg had made her stumble backwards a few steps, and the younger captain esalated it by pushing her more, almost making her stumble had she not caught herself by the wall. The woman whipped back, her eyes wide with attention. The bite at her leg throbbed, droplets of blood seeping out, but they had bigger issus now.
And just like him, she wasn't about to leave.
Her eyes watched, her mind somewhat slow to process the flames causing the coldblooded reptiles to retreat. The next thing she knew, Nike was hurtling along the cavernous passageway, running as fast as Timaeus dragged her back to the entrance. There, even despite the cold weather, a light sheen of sweat had started to shimmer over her brows and neck as she too pivoted to brandish her longsword at the cavern's entrance, breathe coming ragged and heavy.
The new voice calling out made Nike turn over her shoulder, the sudden movement making her vision swim a little. Chalking it up to the shock and rude fear of the snakes, a little part of her filled with gratitude that the Gods had some form of mercy when the bulky form of Lazaros made itself known. Okay? No, they were most definitely not okay. Not when more of the slithery bastards were crawling after them, apparently quite angry that their home was disturbed, despite the cold weather. Mentally cursing, Nike jumped forward, her stance wobbling a little as she brandished her weapon at the hissing reptiles, just before a loud keen of rock on metal distracted her, and she looked up just in time to see rocks and boulders falling like rain towards the entrance of the cave, effectively blocking the rest of the serpents from coming out.
The command was simple enough, and Nike quickly knocked the torch out of Timaeus's hands almost as the last word left Vangelis's lips, grabbing the now vacated hand in a funny turn of events. "Lazaros, let's go!" she yelled, as the leaves crackled, catching fire quickly. Trusting Lazaros to follow as he would, the commander turned and ran, in a way one would never know she had been bitten or even had an injured shoulder. With her long sword held in the arm of her bad shoulder, it was the stronger one that hauled Timaeus upwards along the path as the fire spread along the grounds they had just been standing upon.
Timaeus did not like snakes anymore. Whirring around wildly from serpent to serpent, the sixteen-year-old tried to keep the reptiles away from Nike as well as he could. That was his main priority at the moment as he didn't know the commander's condition, but there were so many things working against him making this task near impossible. First, there was the sheer number of snakes for him to fight off. There had to be dozens, hundreds of them and he was only one boy standing up to them. Those were impossible odds. Timaeus was no greek hero, he was a boy. He was a greenling. One of these snakes would eventually hit their target of his calf and then what on earth they could do? It was a futile fight if they ever saw one.
Yet, Timaeus kept trying.
Using both the sword in his dominant hand and the torch in the other one, Timaeus kept trying to drive them back with the fire while hacking at the ones who got too close for his liking. It was a delicate dance as Tim did his best to keep up with the onslaught. Considering that in those few short minutes that seemed to drag on forever as he waited for Vangelis and Lazaros to respond, neither of them got bit so clearly, Tim was doing something right.
Still, he was incredibly relieved when Lazaros appeared, although it was a bit too casual given the high stake circumstances. "Laz!" Tim managed to choke out along with the rest of his message in between swings of his longsword. "Snakes!... Nike!... Bit!... AUGHH!.... Help!... Us!..." Every pause saw the amount of halfed snakes grow around Timaeus as he stood protectively near Nike who was already doubly injured from her shoulder and the bite. After getting the message, Lazaros joined in on the fight as the men did everything in their power to keep them back. With Laz being the larger and more well-rested, as Tim was still heaving from his dash to the cave entrance and they all knew that Nike was not doing so well either, he quickly took on the role as chief snake killer, which Timaeus was more than happy to hand over.
But where was Vangelis?
The loud echo of steel on stone answered that as Timaeus glanced up at the General. He was standing over top of the cave entrance and Tim could basically sum up what the prince was doing. He kept going at the snakes while he kept safely away from the edge of the cave. After several more deafening strikes, Timaeus heard the rocks beginning to give way and he lept back just in case.
His ears rang so loudly from the sound of the Halberd striking the stone that he barely heard Vangelis's command to drop the torch. His grip was already loosening on it when Nike repaid what had happened seemingly ages ago on the icey path and knocked it out of his hand for him. Giving him no time to react, she latched onto his now empty hand and pulled him along, up the path away from the fire that was now quickly catching where they had stood only a moment ago. He fumbled to re-sheath his sword as Nike dragged him up to safety. He finally broke free of her grasp as he scrambled up away from the heat that was now softening the surface hoar. At least now there was no chance that any of them would slide down again.
Once the group was at a safe point, Timaeus collapsed to a sitting position on the ground, finally allowing himself a bit of rest after the insanity of the last few minutes. His chest heaved as he hungrily gasped for the air he needed from when he had first pulled Nike out of the cave. His eyes flickered back to the cave entrance now hidden behind the wall of flame. It was no higher than his waist, but it was higher than the snakes and that's all that mattered. "Serves them right" he muttered under his breath. If Timaeus never had to see another snake of any sort ever again, he'd be a happy man.
Once he caught his breath, he turned his attention back to the others. "Nike," He said, glancing at the commander who had suffered the most in the last few moments, "Your leg..." His quiet words were less of a commentary on the state of it, but more of an open-ended question. The young boy glanced up at Lazaros, eager for somebody else to take control of this situation given how brilliantly Tim's idea had just worked out.
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Timaeus did not like snakes anymore. Whirring around wildly from serpent to serpent, the sixteen-year-old tried to keep the reptiles away from Nike as well as he could. That was his main priority at the moment as he didn't know the commander's condition, but there were so many things working against him making this task near impossible. First, there was the sheer number of snakes for him to fight off. There had to be dozens, hundreds of them and he was only one boy standing up to them. Those were impossible odds. Timaeus was no greek hero, he was a boy. He was a greenling. One of these snakes would eventually hit their target of his calf and then what on earth they could do? It was a futile fight if they ever saw one.
Yet, Timaeus kept trying.
Using both the sword in his dominant hand and the torch in the other one, Timaeus kept trying to drive them back with the fire while hacking at the ones who got too close for his liking. It was a delicate dance as Tim did his best to keep up with the onslaught. Considering that in those few short minutes that seemed to drag on forever as he waited for Vangelis and Lazaros to respond, neither of them got bit so clearly, Tim was doing something right.
Still, he was incredibly relieved when Lazaros appeared, although it was a bit too casual given the high stake circumstances. "Laz!" Tim managed to choke out along with the rest of his message in between swings of his longsword. "Snakes!... Nike!... Bit!... AUGHH!.... Help!... Us!..." Every pause saw the amount of halfed snakes grow around Timaeus as he stood protectively near Nike who was already doubly injured from her shoulder and the bite. After getting the message, Lazaros joined in on the fight as the men did everything in their power to keep them back. With Laz being the larger and more well-rested, as Tim was still heaving from his dash to the cave entrance and they all knew that Nike was not doing so well either, he quickly took on the role as chief snake killer, which Timaeus was more than happy to hand over.
But where was Vangelis?
The loud echo of steel on stone answered that as Timaeus glanced up at the General. He was standing over top of the cave entrance and Tim could basically sum up what the prince was doing. He kept going at the snakes while he kept safely away from the edge of the cave. After several more deafening strikes, Timaeus heard the rocks beginning to give way and he lept back just in case.
His ears rang so loudly from the sound of the Halberd striking the stone that he barely heard Vangelis's command to drop the torch. His grip was already loosening on it when Nike repaid what had happened seemingly ages ago on the icey path and knocked it out of his hand for him. Giving him no time to react, she latched onto his now empty hand and pulled him along, up the path away from the fire that was now quickly catching where they had stood only a moment ago. He fumbled to re-sheath his sword as Nike dragged him up to safety. He finally broke free of her grasp as he scrambled up away from the heat that was now softening the surface hoar. At least now there was no chance that any of them would slide down again.
Once the group was at a safe point, Timaeus collapsed to a sitting position on the ground, finally allowing himself a bit of rest after the insanity of the last few minutes. His chest heaved as he hungrily gasped for the air he needed from when he had first pulled Nike out of the cave. His eyes flickered back to the cave entrance now hidden behind the wall of flame. It was no higher than his waist, but it was higher than the snakes and that's all that mattered. "Serves them right" he muttered under his breath. If Timaeus never had to see another snake of any sort ever again, he'd be a happy man.
Once he caught his breath, he turned his attention back to the others. "Nike," He said, glancing at the commander who had suffered the most in the last few moments, "Your leg..." His quiet words were less of a commentary on the state of it, but more of an open-ended question. The young boy glanced up at Lazaros, eager for somebody else to take control of this situation given how brilliantly Tim's idea had just worked out.
Timaeus did not like snakes anymore. Whirring around wildly from serpent to serpent, the sixteen-year-old tried to keep the reptiles away from Nike as well as he could. That was his main priority at the moment as he didn't know the commander's condition, but there were so many things working against him making this task near impossible. First, there was the sheer number of snakes for him to fight off. There had to be dozens, hundreds of them and he was only one boy standing up to them. Those were impossible odds. Timaeus was no greek hero, he was a boy. He was a greenling. One of these snakes would eventually hit their target of his calf and then what on earth they could do? It was a futile fight if they ever saw one.
Yet, Timaeus kept trying.
Using both the sword in his dominant hand and the torch in the other one, Timaeus kept trying to drive them back with the fire while hacking at the ones who got too close for his liking. It was a delicate dance as Tim did his best to keep up with the onslaught. Considering that in those few short minutes that seemed to drag on forever as he waited for Vangelis and Lazaros to respond, neither of them got bit so clearly, Tim was doing something right.
Still, he was incredibly relieved when Lazaros appeared, although it was a bit too casual given the high stake circumstances. "Laz!" Tim managed to choke out along with the rest of his message in between swings of his longsword. "Snakes!... Nike!... Bit!... AUGHH!.... Help!... Us!..." Every pause saw the amount of halfed snakes grow around Timaeus as he stood protectively near Nike who was already doubly injured from her shoulder and the bite. After getting the message, Lazaros joined in on the fight as the men did everything in their power to keep them back. With Laz being the larger and more well-rested, as Tim was still heaving from his dash to the cave entrance and they all knew that Nike was not doing so well either, he quickly took on the role as chief snake killer, which Timaeus was more than happy to hand over.
But where was Vangelis?
The loud echo of steel on stone answered that as Timaeus glanced up at the General. He was standing over top of the cave entrance and Tim could basically sum up what the prince was doing. He kept going at the snakes while he kept safely away from the edge of the cave. After several more deafening strikes, Timaeus heard the rocks beginning to give way and he lept back just in case.
His ears rang so loudly from the sound of the Halberd striking the stone that he barely heard Vangelis's command to drop the torch. His grip was already loosening on it when Nike repaid what had happened seemingly ages ago on the icey path and knocked it out of his hand for him. Giving him no time to react, she latched onto his now empty hand and pulled him along, up the path away from the fire that was now quickly catching where they had stood only a moment ago. He fumbled to re-sheath his sword as Nike dragged him up to safety. He finally broke free of her grasp as he scrambled up away from the heat that was now softening the surface hoar. At least now there was no chance that any of them would slide down again.
Once the group was at a safe point, Timaeus collapsed to a sitting position on the ground, finally allowing himself a bit of rest after the insanity of the last few minutes. His chest heaved as he hungrily gasped for the air he needed from when he had first pulled Nike out of the cave. His eyes flickered back to the cave entrance now hidden behind the wall of flame. It was no higher than his waist, but it was higher than the snakes and that's all that mattered. "Serves them right" he muttered under his breath. If Timaeus never had to see another snake of any sort ever again, he'd be a happy man.
Once he caught his breath, he turned his attention back to the others. "Nike," He said, glancing at the commander who had suffered the most in the last few moments, "Your leg..." His quiet words were less of a commentary on the state of it, but more of an open-ended question. The young boy glanced up at Lazaros, eager for somebody else to take control of this situation given how brilliantly Tim's idea had just worked out.
The situation that Lazaros seemed to be quite dire as he looked around and went quickly to Nike's side. What had happened to him? He almost seemed to be acting as if..... Malaka! He had so many questions but seemed to come in right at the moment where he just needed to be out of the way. A loud clang of metal to a hard surface rang around them. Lazaros looked up to see Vang slice his sword hard against the rocks being secured by vines. The whole process seemed to take longer than it really did as he watched. He held up his large shield and positioned it in front of them to block both the rubble and the coming onslaught of snakes.
His head quickly moved to watch as Nike knocked the torch out of Timaeus's hands and it fell and bounced into the leaves, catching the dry crumpled leaves on fire. Next hear heard his voice, telling him to go. He was so confused on what was even going on. He had almost felt as though he was watching this from somewhere else, watching the whole scene play out. It took him just a second to realize that the second commander had grabbed a hold of the young Timaeus and were now making their way away from the snake nest, towards Vangelis. Lazaros quickly made his way after them, still unsure what had even happened.
Once they were away from the flames, Lazaros looked at Nike. He knew something was wrong but it was hard to tell with the armor in which the commander was wearing. But he could have sworn he saw him limping. His questions were soon answered as Timaeus spoke out about her leg. Your leg? What is wrong with your leg Nike?" His voice more stern now. This was not a time to lie and act as if he wasn't' injured. This was important. "I saw you limping NIke. Don't lie to me, to Vangelis." The commander put a hand on the hilt of his sword, just something he used to rest his hand.
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The situation that Lazaros seemed to be quite dire as he looked around and went quickly to Nike's side. What had happened to him? He almost seemed to be acting as if..... Malaka! He had so many questions but seemed to come in right at the moment where he just needed to be out of the way. A loud clang of metal to a hard surface rang around them. Lazaros looked up to see Vang slice his sword hard against the rocks being secured by vines. The whole process seemed to take longer than it really did as he watched. He held up his large shield and positioned it in front of them to block both the rubble and the coming onslaught of snakes.
His head quickly moved to watch as Nike knocked the torch out of Timaeus's hands and it fell and bounced into the leaves, catching the dry crumpled leaves on fire. Next hear heard his voice, telling him to go. He was so confused on what was even going on. He had almost felt as though he was watching this from somewhere else, watching the whole scene play out. It took him just a second to realize that the second commander had grabbed a hold of the young Timaeus and were now making their way away from the snake nest, towards Vangelis. Lazaros quickly made his way after them, still unsure what had even happened.
Once they were away from the flames, Lazaros looked at Nike. He knew something was wrong but it was hard to tell with the armor in which the commander was wearing. But he could have sworn he saw him limping. His questions were soon answered as Timaeus spoke out about her leg. Your leg? What is wrong with your leg Nike?" His voice more stern now. This was not a time to lie and act as if he wasn't' injured. This was important. "I saw you limping NIke. Don't lie to me, to Vangelis." The commander put a hand on the hilt of his sword, just something he used to rest his hand.
The situation that Lazaros seemed to be quite dire as he looked around and went quickly to Nike's side. What had happened to him? He almost seemed to be acting as if..... Malaka! He had so many questions but seemed to come in right at the moment where he just needed to be out of the way. A loud clang of metal to a hard surface rang around them. Lazaros looked up to see Vang slice his sword hard against the rocks being secured by vines. The whole process seemed to take longer than it really did as he watched. He held up his large shield and positioned it in front of them to block both the rubble and the coming onslaught of snakes.
His head quickly moved to watch as Nike knocked the torch out of Timaeus's hands and it fell and bounced into the leaves, catching the dry crumpled leaves on fire. Next hear heard his voice, telling him to go. He was so confused on what was even going on. He had almost felt as though he was watching this from somewhere else, watching the whole scene play out. It took him just a second to realize that the second commander had grabbed a hold of the young Timaeus and were now making their way away from the snake nest, towards Vangelis. Lazaros quickly made his way after them, still unsure what had even happened.
Once they were away from the flames, Lazaros looked at Nike. He knew something was wrong but it was hard to tell with the armor in which the commander was wearing. But he could have sworn he saw him limping. His questions were soon answered as Timaeus spoke out about her leg. Your leg? What is wrong with your leg Nike?" His voice more stern now. This was not a time to lie and act as if he wasn't' injured. This was important. "I saw you limping NIke. Don't lie to me, to Vangelis." The commander put a hand on the hilt of his sword, just something he used to rest his hand.
Decisions, Decisions Bring Back Its Head
As the group try to decide whether the snake that bit Nike's leg was poisonous as well as simply wounding, all eyes turn to Nike to see if she collapses or simply finds her leg to be painful over deadly.
OPTIONS
1. Wait and watch to see if the particular snake that bit Nike was a poisonous one.
2. Find some way of extracting the venom in the hopes of saving her life before the poison can take hold and spread.
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As the group try to decide whether the snake that bit Nike's leg was poisonous as well as simply wounding, all eyes turn to Nike to see if she collapses or simply finds her leg to be painful over deadly.
OPTIONS
1. Wait and watch to see if the particular snake that bit Nike was a poisonous one.
2. Find some way of extracting the venom in the hopes of saving her life before the poison can take hold and spread.
Decisions, Decisions Bring Back Its Head
As the group try to decide whether the snake that bit Nike's leg was poisonous as well as simply wounding, all eyes turn to Nike to see if she collapses or simply finds her leg to be painful over deadly.
OPTIONS
1. Wait and watch to see if the particular snake that bit Nike was a poisonous one.
2. Find some way of extracting the venom in the hopes of saving her life before the poison can take hold and spread.
The blond commanders hand his ran through his long locks, clearly not thrilled with the situation that the four of them now found themselves. So far, the mission they had set out on had not delivered much in the ways of good news. The bear they were searching for seemed to be evading them. They might not even be on the right trail to find the monster. Frustrations were brimming in every one of them but there was another emotion that lingered in the air just now. Worry.
Standing there over Nike, he was unsure if what looked to be a snake bit on his calf was from a venomous snake or not. If it was one thing that Lazaros hated, it was standing feeling absolutely helpless. The feeling of not being in control in a situation was making him feel like he was going to go crazy. But no, he must keep his composure. He knew that he was not the one that needed to be acting in such a manner. Looking down at Nike, he then kneels down beside the leg that had been bitten. Lazaros looked up at his fellow commander and gave the look of 'do you trust me?' He paused for a moment and then began to gently lift the the fabric above his boot and up to his knee. It was hard to miss the punture holes that were red and angry.
In all his years, he had seen maybe one or two snake bites in his time. Both were that of non venomous snakes so not much had to be done. However, he was unsure about this one. Nike had walked some time on the leg with his boot and pant irritating it more so it had caused the wound to get quite inflamed. Lazaros had heard rumors of ways to remove the venomous fluid but was not expecting much as it had been some time now and if the snake was venomous, the young commander would have his fate sealed. But he had to try.
With that in mind, the blond commander acted. He wasn't sure this was going to work but it was something. He wasn't a doctor by any means. Grabbing at his tunic he cut off a fairly good piece of it and looked at Nike with apologetic eyes. "I am sorry, for this will probably hurt." He began to wrap his leg with the fabric, making sure to not make it too tight. Lazaros worked quickly and was soon done.
He wasn't sure what else could be done. He knew they needed to get the commander to a doctor but they were fairly far away from anything or anyone else. He then turned to Vangelis. "Did you have an idea of where we should go now?"
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The blond commanders hand his ran through his long locks, clearly not thrilled with the situation that the four of them now found themselves. So far, the mission they had set out on had not delivered much in the ways of good news. The bear they were searching for seemed to be evading them. They might not even be on the right trail to find the monster. Frustrations were brimming in every one of them but there was another emotion that lingered in the air just now. Worry.
Standing there over Nike, he was unsure if what looked to be a snake bit on his calf was from a venomous snake or not. If it was one thing that Lazaros hated, it was standing feeling absolutely helpless. The feeling of not being in control in a situation was making him feel like he was going to go crazy. But no, he must keep his composure. He knew that he was not the one that needed to be acting in such a manner. Looking down at Nike, he then kneels down beside the leg that had been bitten. Lazaros looked up at his fellow commander and gave the look of 'do you trust me?' He paused for a moment and then began to gently lift the the fabric above his boot and up to his knee. It was hard to miss the punture holes that were red and angry.
In all his years, he had seen maybe one or two snake bites in his time. Both were that of non venomous snakes so not much had to be done. However, he was unsure about this one. Nike had walked some time on the leg with his boot and pant irritating it more so it had caused the wound to get quite inflamed. Lazaros had heard rumors of ways to remove the venomous fluid but was not expecting much as it had been some time now and if the snake was venomous, the young commander would have his fate sealed. But he had to try.
With that in mind, the blond commander acted. He wasn't sure this was going to work but it was something. He wasn't a doctor by any means. Grabbing at his tunic he cut off a fairly good piece of it and looked at Nike with apologetic eyes. "I am sorry, for this will probably hurt." He began to wrap his leg with the fabric, making sure to not make it too tight. Lazaros worked quickly and was soon done.
He wasn't sure what else could be done. He knew they needed to get the commander to a doctor but they were fairly far away from anything or anyone else. He then turned to Vangelis. "Did you have an idea of where we should go now?"
The blond commanders hand his ran through his long locks, clearly not thrilled with the situation that the four of them now found themselves. So far, the mission they had set out on had not delivered much in the ways of good news. The bear they were searching for seemed to be evading them. They might not even be on the right trail to find the monster. Frustrations were brimming in every one of them but there was another emotion that lingered in the air just now. Worry.
Standing there over Nike, he was unsure if what looked to be a snake bit on his calf was from a venomous snake or not. If it was one thing that Lazaros hated, it was standing feeling absolutely helpless. The feeling of not being in control in a situation was making him feel like he was going to go crazy. But no, he must keep his composure. He knew that he was not the one that needed to be acting in such a manner. Looking down at Nike, he then kneels down beside the leg that had been bitten. Lazaros looked up at his fellow commander and gave the look of 'do you trust me?' He paused for a moment and then began to gently lift the the fabric above his boot and up to his knee. It was hard to miss the punture holes that were red and angry.
In all his years, he had seen maybe one or two snake bites in his time. Both were that of non venomous snakes so not much had to be done. However, he was unsure about this one. Nike had walked some time on the leg with his boot and pant irritating it more so it had caused the wound to get quite inflamed. Lazaros had heard rumors of ways to remove the venomous fluid but was not expecting much as it had been some time now and if the snake was venomous, the young commander would have his fate sealed. But he had to try.
With that in mind, the blond commander acted. He wasn't sure this was going to work but it was something. He wasn't a doctor by any means. Grabbing at his tunic he cut off a fairly good piece of it and looked at Nike with apologetic eyes. "I am sorry, for this will probably hurt." He began to wrap his leg with the fabric, making sure to not make it too tight. Lazaros worked quickly and was soon done.
He wasn't sure what else could be done. He knew they needed to get the commander to a doctor but they were fairly far away from anything or anyone else. He then turned to Vangelis. "Did you have an idea of where we should go now?"
Outcome Bring Back Its Head
Dice Roll: The snake to bite was not poisonous. She will suffer from fatigue, minor blood loss and physical pain but will otherwise make a full recovery after approximately a week.
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Dice Roll: The snake to bite was not poisonous. She will suffer from fatigue, minor blood loss and physical pain but will otherwise make a full recovery after approximately a week.
Outcome Bring Back Its Head
Dice Roll: The snake to bite was not poisonous. She will suffer from fatigue, minor blood loss and physical pain but will otherwise make a full recovery after approximately a week.
The crown prince stood to one side as the group made their way up from the cave's entrance up the side of the rock face and back towards the stop. They were, frustratingly almost where they had started except for the fact that they were now injured, slightly singed and Vangelis had blunted his halberd.
A quick and assessing eye lingered over each of the men, attempting to check that they were all in one piece. They snapped to Nike when Lazaros commented on her being hurt. As per usual the woman clothed as man simply waved a hand, silently indicating to her General that whatever injury had been sustained was one that required neither attention nor concern.
Vangelis knew Nike better than that and didn't believe it for a second. His expression turned darker when Lazaros insisted on pushing to treat the soldier and pulled up the leg of her pants. Two dark punctures could be seen in her skin where she had clearly suffered a serpent bite.
Vangelis turned said dark expression on Nike - catching her eye as if to chastise her for her earlier lie. A snake bite was not nothing...
As Lazaros tended to Nike's leg - surprisingly gently for man to man medical treatment (Vangelis made a mental note to ensure that Lazaros wasn't suspicious of the Commander's secret) Vangelis spoke aloud regarding the limited information he had of snake bites in that particular region.
"If it's poisonous the bleeding won't stop." He told the pair of them as Lazaros bound the leg. A small seeping of crimson flourished in the material as he initially tied it in place and then the four of them sat and waited, their eyes trained on Nike's leg.
When the dark bloom stretched no further and didn't expand into the threads of the make-shift bandage all four of them knew the wound to have stopped bleeding and that it was an incredibly low likelihood for the creature that administered the bite to be poisonous.
It seemed as if the group collectively let out an exhale of relief.
His own relief short-lived however, Vangelis noticed how Nike was favouring one side and he quickly stepped forward.
Three quick strides and a fast crouch and Vangelis was down beside Nike and already had his hands on the woman's shoulder as if he had every right to touch and assess her health.
"Dislocated." He muttered to himself as he felt at the joint through her shirt. With a sudden and far too quick movement that sent a snapping pop into the air, Vangelis shoved the joint back into place before Nike could tense at the possibility that he was even thinking of doing so. Standing back up without any apparently concern or consideration of the pain he had just caused in pushing the shoulder back into its socket, Vangelis simply stated - "Your welcome." - and then turned to answer Lazaros' question.
"Well, if there was bear scat down there, I would say with confidence that we just found its home and the reason it's not hibernating right now. I wouldn't want a bed full of snakes either."
Vangelis looked out over the terrain... The woods were darkening, with spots of white and crispy icy dotted around. The flames down below them were starting to die out, the dry top layer of foliage giving way to the damp underbelly of the undergrowth and refusing to offer dry fuel. The fire consumed itself within minutes more.
"So, we should keep moving further into the woods for now. Try and catch something to indicate the creature’s new whereabouts..."
And with that, the General set off, his stride and demeanour an obvious indicator that he expected to be followed...
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The crown prince stood to one side as the group made their way up from the cave's entrance up the side of the rock face and back towards the stop. They were, frustratingly almost where they had started except for the fact that they were now injured, slightly singed and Vangelis had blunted his halberd.
A quick and assessing eye lingered over each of the men, attempting to check that they were all in one piece. They snapped to Nike when Lazaros commented on her being hurt. As per usual the woman clothed as man simply waved a hand, silently indicating to her General that whatever injury had been sustained was one that required neither attention nor concern.
Vangelis knew Nike better than that and didn't believe it for a second. His expression turned darker when Lazaros insisted on pushing to treat the soldier and pulled up the leg of her pants. Two dark punctures could be seen in her skin where she had clearly suffered a serpent bite.
Vangelis turned said dark expression on Nike - catching her eye as if to chastise her for her earlier lie. A snake bite was not nothing...
As Lazaros tended to Nike's leg - surprisingly gently for man to man medical treatment (Vangelis made a mental note to ensure that Lazaros wasn't suspicious of the Commander's secret) Vangelis spoke aloud regarding the limited information he had of snake bites in that particular region.
"If it's poisonous the bleeding won't stop." He told the pair of them as Lazaros bound the leg. A small seeping of crimson flourished in the material as he initially tied it in place and then the four of them sat and waited, their eyes trained on Nike's leg.
When the dark bloom stretched no further and didn't expand into the threads of the make-shift bandage all four of them knew the wound to have stopped bleeding and that it was an incredibly low likelihood for the creature that administered the bite to be poisonous.
It seemed as if the group collectively let out an exhale of relief.
His own relief short-lived however, Vangelis noticed how Nike was favouring one side and he quickly stepped forward.
Three quick strides and a fast crouch and Vangelis was down beside Nike and already had his hands on the woman's shoulder as if he had every right to touch and assess her health.
"Dislocated." He muttered to himself as he felt at the joint through her shirt. With a sudden and far too quick movement that sent a snapping pop into the air, Vangelis shoved the joint back into place before Nike could tense at the possibility that he was even thinking of doing so. Standing back up without any apparently concern or consideration of the pain he had just caused in pushing the shoulder back into its socket, Vangelis simply stated - "Your welcome." - and then turned to answer Lazaros' question.
"Well, if there was bear scat down there, I would say with confidence that we just found its home and the reason it's not hibernating right now. I wouldn't want a bed full of snakes either."
Vangelis looked out over the terrain... The woods were darkening, with spots of white and crispy icy dotted around. The flames down below them were starting to die out, the dry top layer of foliage giving way to the damp underbelly of the undergrowth and refusing to offer dry fuel. The fire consumed itself within minutes more.
"So, we should keep moving further into the woods for now. Try and catch something to indicate the creature’s new whereabouts..."
And with that, the General set off, his stride and demeanour an obvious indicator that he expected to be followed...
The crown prince stood to one side as the group made their way up from the cave's entrance up the side of the rock face and back towards the stop. They were, frustratingly almost where they had started except for the fact that they were now injured, slightly singed and Vangelis had blunted his halberd.
A quick and assessing eye lingered over each of the men, attempting to check that they were all in one piece. They snapped to Nike when Lazaros commented on her being hurt. As per usual the woman clothed as man simply waved a hand, silently indicating to her General that whatever injury had been sustained was one that required neither attention nor concern.
Vangelis knew Nike better than that and didn't believe it for a second. His expression turned darker when Lazaros insisted on pushing to treat the soldier and pulled up the leg of her pants. Two dark punctures could be seen in her skin where she had clearly suffered a serpent bite.
Vangelis turned said dark expression on Nike - catching her eye as if to chastise her for her earlier lie. A snake bite was not nothing...
As Lazaros tended to Nike's leg - surprisingly gently for man to man medical treatment (Vangelis made a mental note to ensure that Lazaros wasn't suspicious of the Commander's secret) Vangelis spoke aloud regarding the limited information he had of snake bites in that particular region.
"If it's poisonous the bleeding won't stop." He told the pair of them as Lazaros bound the leg. A small seeping of crimson flourished in the material as he initially tied it in place and then the four of them sat and waited, their eyes trained on Nike's leg.
When the dark bloom stretched no further and didn't expand into the threads of the make-shift bandage all four of them knew the wound to have stopped bleeding and that it was an incredibly low likelihood for the creature that administered the bite to be poisonous.
It seemed as if the group collectively let out an exhale of relief.
His own relief short-lived however, Vangelis noticed how Nike was favouring one side and he quickly stepped forward.
Three quick strides and a fast crouch and Vangelis was down beside Nike and already had his hands on the woman's shoulder as if he had every right to touch and assess her health.
"Dislocated." He muttered to himself as he felt at the joint through her shirt. With a sudden and far too quick movement that sent a snapping pop into the air, Vangelis shoved the joint back into place before Nike could tense at the possibility that he was even thinking of doing so. Standing back up without any apparently concern or consideration of the pain he had just caused in pushing the shoulder back into its socket, Vangelis simply stated - "Your welcome." - and then turned to answer Lazaros' question.
"Well, if there was bear scat down there, I would say with confidence that we just found its home and the reason it's not hibernating right now. I wouldn't want a bed full of snakes either."
Vangelis looked out over the terrain... The woods were darkening, with spots of white and crispy icy dotted around. The flames down below them were starting to die out, the dry top layer of foliage giving way to the damp underbelly of the undergrowth and refusing to offer dry fuel. The fire consumed itself within minutes more.
"So, we should keep moving further into the woods for now. Try and catch something to indicate the creature’s new whereabouts..."
And with that, the General set off, his stride and demeanour an obvious indicator that he expected to be followed...
Like Timaeus, Nike too fell panting on the ground once they had reached a safe distance. But her short of breathe was a lot less to do with exertion and adrenaline, but alot more with the throb in her useless shoulder, having flung around quite a bit while they were sprinting for their lives. Having fallen to her bottom on the damp soil of the mountainous terrain, the Commander instinctively turned over to check on the heaving younger military male, managing a small, amused snicker when he hissed venemously at, ironically, the snakes now trapped within the blocked cave.
But they seemed intent to concentrate on her it seems.
As if they had practiced it, both Timaeus and Lazaros seemed to turn their attention to her calf where the snake's teeth had punctured into her skin. She wracked her mind to remember the types of snakes that had been present - but with the rush of getting away and the shock of their discovery, the Commander's memory was hazy at best.
Always one to brush away issues when they had bigger matters at hand to solve however, Nike waved Lazaros's question away, only to have her nonchalant wave shot down when her friend completely called her bluff, just as Vangelis arrived. Nike could lie to anyone... but she had never been able to lie to her general.
So instead, the female merely averted her gaze from where she could feel Vangelis's boring stare, her protests falling on deaf ears as Lazaros pushed her pants up, revealing the bleeding puncture wounds. With one injured shoulder, she could do little but allow the ministrations as Lazaros worked on them, wincing when he tightened the bandage around the bleeding wound. "It's no matter Laz. Thank you for - ow - , coming to get us out of that nightmare." she replied in a low tone to the other blond Commander, flashing him a small, thankful smile even as he worked on her leg.
Poison hadn't even been her biggest concern until her general brought it up. Up till then, she had yet to meet Vangelis's gaze, but as they all settled to watch, a sense of trepidation made Nike's palms sweat as the silence seemed unnerving whilst eyes were trained on her calf. Only when the blood seemed to cease with Lazaros's tight bandage, did Nike's shoulders droop ever so slightly in relief -
Until Vangelis stepped forward.
Oh, she recognized that look he wore. She warily followed her gaze on him, flinching when he ran his fingers over her joint through the shirt. After years of shying away from anyone's touch within the cavalry, Vangelis was perhaps, the only one she'd feel most at ease with, considering the proximity at which they spent together. But even then, it felt foreign as he muttered the issue - and the next thing you know, Nike had to bite back a curse, almost drawing blood on her lip when the fool of a general she called her friend shoved the joint back without warning. The pain burned her limbs as they were pushed back, and as he stepped away, while Nike could feel hat she probably could use the arm again, it was simultaneously also sore and likely numbed for the next few days until the inflammation would subside.
Throwing a glare at Vangelis with his flippant statement of a welcome to a thank you she never gave, Nike growled under her breathe, drawing her legs closer to herself as she slowly kneaded her throbbing shoulder, but kept a listening ear to the general's instructions. "Then where would the bear have gone? Should we look for a different cave then?" she murmured, an uncertain look tossed in Timaeus's direction. At this rate, Nike would be happy to never see another snake for the rest of her life. "Did the man mention where he had seen the beast, in particular? Perhaps we should expand our search perimeter starting from that point."
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Like Timaeus, Nike too fell panting on the ground once they had reached a safe distance. But her short of breathe was a lot less to do with exertion and adrenaline, but alot more with the throb in her useless shoulder, having flung around quite a bit while they were sprinting for their lives. Having fallen to her bottom on the damp soil of the mountainous terrain, the Commander instinctively turned over to check on the heaving younger military male, managing a small, amused snicker when he hissed venemously at, ironically, the snakes now trapped within the blocked cave.
But they seemed intent to concentrate on her it seems.
As if they had practiced it, both Timaeus and Lazaros seemed to turn their attention to her calf where the snake's teeth had punctured into her skin. She wracked her mind to remember the types of snakes that had been present - but with the rush of getting away and the shock of their discovery, the Commander's memory was hazy at best.
Always one to brush away issues when they had bigger matters at hand to solve however, Nike waved Lazaros's question away, only to have her nonchalant wave shot down when her friend completely called her bluff, just as Vangelis arrived. Nike could lie to anyone... but she had never been able to lie to her general.
So instead, the female merely averted her gaze from where she could feel Vangelis's boring stare, her protests falling on deaf ears as Lazaros pushed her pants up, revealing the bleeding puncture wounds. With one injured shoulder, she could do little but allow the ministrations as Lazaros worked on them, wincing when he tightened the bandage around the bleeding wound. "It's no matter Laz. Thank you for - ow - , coming to get us out of that nightmare." she replied in a low tone to the other blond Commander, flashing him a small, thankful smile even as he worked on her leg.
Poison hadn't even been her biggest concern until her general brought it up. Up till then, she had yet to meet Vangelis's gaze, but as they all settled to watch, a sense of trepidation made Nike's palms sweat as the silence seemed unnerving whilst eyes were trained on her calf. Only when the blood seemed to cease with Lazaros's tight bandage, did Nike's shoulders droop ever so slightly in relief -
Until Vangelis stepped forward.
Oh, she recognized that look he wore. She warily followed her gaze on him, flinching when he ran his fingers over her joint through the shirt. After years of shying away from anyone's touch within the cavalry, Vangelis was perhaps, the only one she'd feel most at ease with, considering the proximity at which they spent together. But even then, it felt foreign as he muttered the issue - and the next thing you know, Nike had to bite back a curse, almost drawing blood on her lip when the fool of a general she called her friend shoved the joint back without warning. The pain burned her limbs as they were pushed back, and as he stepped away, while Nike could feel hat she probably could use the arm again, it was simultaneously also sore and likely numbed for the next few days until the inflammation would subside.
Throwing a glare at Vangelis with his flippant statement of a welcome to a thank you she never gave, Nike growled under her breathe, drawing her legs closer to herself as she slowly kneaded her throbbing shoulder, but kept a listening ear to the general's instructions. "Then where would the bear have gone? Should we look for a different cave then?" she murmured, an uncertain look tossed in Timaeus's direction. At this rate, Nike would be happy to never see another snake for the rest of her life. "Did the man mention where he had seen the beast, in particular? Perhaps we should expand our search perimeter starting from that point."
Like Timaeus, Nike too fell panting on the ground once they had reached a safe distance. But her short of breathe was a lot less to do with exertion and adrenaline, but alot more with the throb in her useless shoulder, having flung around quite a bit while they were sprinting for their lives. Having fallen to her bottom on the damp soil of the mountainous terrain, the Commander instinctively turned over to check on the heaving younger military male, managing a small, amused snicker when he hissed venemously at, ironically, the snakes now trapped within the blocked cave.
But they seemed intent to concentrate on her it seems.
As if they had practiced it, both Timaeus and Lazaros seemed to turn their attention to her calf where the snake's teeth had punctured into her skin. She wracked her mind to remember the types of snakes that had been present - but with the rush of getting away and the shock of their discovery, the Commander's memory was hazy at best.
Always one to brush away issues when they had bigger matters at hand to solve however, Nike waved Lazaros's question away, only to have her nonchalant wave shot down when her friend completely called her bluff, just as Vangelis arrived. Nike could lie to anyone... but she had never been able to lie to her general.
So instead, the female merely averted her gaze from where she could feel Vangelis's boring stare, her protests falling on deaf ears as Lazaros pushed her pants up, revealing the bleeding puncture wounds. With one injured shoulder, she could do little but allow the ministrations as Lazaros worked on them, wincing when he tightened the bandage around the bleeding wound. "It's no matter Laz. Thank you for - ow - , coming to get us out of that nightmare." she replied in a low tone to the other blond Commander, flashing him a small, thankful smile even as he worked on her leg.
Poison hadn't even been her biggest concern until her general brought it up. Up till then, she had yet to meet Vangelis's gaze, but as they all settled to watch, a sense of trepidation made Nike's palms sweat as the silence seemed unnerving whilst eyes were trained on her calf. Only when the blood seemed to cease with Lazaros's tight bandage, did Nike's shoulders droop ever so slightly in relief -
Until Vangelis stepped forward.
Oh, she recognized that look he wore. She warily followed her gaze on him, flinching when he ran his fingers over her joint through the shirt. After years of shying away from anyone's touch within the cavalry, Vangelis was perhaps, the only one she'd feel most at ease with, considering the proximity at which they spent together. But even then, it felt foreign as he muttered the issue - and the next thing you know, Nike had to bite back a curse, almost drawing blood on her lip when the fool of a general she called her friend shoved the joint back without warning. The pain burned her limbs as they were pushed back, and as he stepped away, while Nike could feel hat she probably could use the arm again, it was simultaneously also sore and likely numbed for the next few days until the inflammation would subside.
Throwing a glare at Vangelis with his flippant statement of a welcome to a thank you she never gave, Nike growled under her breathe, drawing her legs closer to herself as she slowly kneaded her throbbing shoulder, but kept a listening ear to the general's instructions. "Then where would the bear have gone? Should we look for a different cave then?" she murmured, an uncertain look tossed in Timaeus's direction. At this rate, Nike would be happy to never see another snake for the rest of her life. "Did the man mention where he had seen the beast, in particular? Perhaps we should expand our search perimeter starting from that point."
Decisions, Decisions Bring Back Its Head
The whiff of burning that Vangelis of Kotas noticed earlier returns on the wind from the North. The sound of animals scurrying and the site of four deer in quick succession running through the underbrush can be seen further down the hilly woodland. It is mid-afternoon and darkness will fall in roughly four hours.
OPTIONS
1. Investigate the smell of the smoke.
2. Move further through the woodland to inspect what has spooked the animals.
3. Take an alternative option or path in order to investigate where the disturbed bear may now be hiding.
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The whiff of burning that Vangelis of Kotas noticed earlier returns on the wind from the North. The sound of animals scurrying and the site of four deer in quick succession running through the underbrush can be seen further down the hilly woodland. It is mid-afternoon and darkness will fall in roughly four hours.
OPTIONS
1. Investigate the smell of the smoke.
2. Move further through the woodland to inspect what has spooked the animals.
3. Take an alternative option or path in order to investigate where the disturbed bear may now be hiding.
Decisions, Decisions Bring Back Its Head
The whiff of burning that Vangelis of Kotas noticed earlier returns on the wind from the North. The sound of animals scurrying and the site of four deer in quick succession running through the underbrush can be seen further down the hilly woodland. It is mid-afternoon and darkness will fall in roughly four hours.
OPTIONS
1. Investigate the smell of the smoke.
2. Move further through the woodland to inspect what has spooked the animals.
3. Take an alternative option or path in order to investigate where the disturbed bear may now be hiding.
