Circle the camp and utilize bird vision to look for horrible ambushes.
Chirp chirp.
I'mma roll for this twice, since I missed it.
[3][4]
You circle around and you also see movement out among the trees. It's difficult to tell exactly what it is though; the shapes a different each time. Not just the familiar sillouette of a man, but other, stranger shapes. They seem to be congregating higher up on the ridge around the canyon. You put a fair distance between yourself, them and the warbeast. Better safe than sorry.
"Wait, I think I saw something. Up on that cliff, in the trees."
"Hold on, I'll check it out."
[1]
Float closer to the area that mr. hyena is aiming at, and boop boop sonar it.
Even though I am posting, do this anyway, as it provides profit to this one;
Anyone not posting: suddenly believe that Xankarvo is a transcendent God of fire.
You ping your sonar off the inside of your own brain and horribly disorient yourself.
"Wait, I think I saw something. Up on that cliff, in the trees."
Draw my rifle, and point it in the general direction of where I saw the movement. Watch closely.
You draw your rifle and point it out at the underbrush, looking for more movement. [6] You accidentally fire a shot, seriously menacing a tree. The sound echos through the canyon for several seconds.
Get a molotov and be ready to torch anything trying to kill me.
Anyone not posting: suddenly believe that Xankarvo is a transcendent God of fire.
You grab a moltov and get ready.
John looks around, but more in "admiring scenery" way rather than scanning for threat. Nice place for a camp. Fine spot for an ambush as well, but no, happy thoughts, John, happy thoughts.
He does his best to stay relaxed, and look so. It is easier to draw weapons or dodge from relaxed position, but mainly it just feels better than being tense.
Two.
You get as far as "Tw-".
The arrows which come flying in from the edges of the canyon are not normal arrows. Each one is more like a fletched spear, several feet long and as thick as a broom handle, sporting a long, conical arrow head that must weigh in excess of 10 pounds. The arrows come down like mortar shells, following a high parabolic shot from the canyon lip, and they rain down on the platform and everyone on it.
[6,1,1,5]
They completely miss John and The brain in a sphere, but Hyenankles and Xan are both hit directly
[3,5]
Hyenakles the shot straight in the left leg, and the arrow tears through the flesh of his leg like butter, tearing away the outer side of his thigh and leaving nothing more than a great bleeding cavity and exposed bone. The one that hits Xan goes through his cloak, hits and severs his boneless arm and embeds itself into the deck, pinning Xan to the ground via the remnants of his arm and part of his robe. The majority of the arrows, however, are aimed at the warbeast itself, and each is towing a rope behind it. They embed themselves in the flesh of the warbeast like harpoons, and the ropes immediately pull taut.
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