Hunting Legion Raiding Camp

There, not that far away she saw a humanoid figure. Did not mean it was friendly. Did not mean it was human. For all she knew Dimtri could be a giant rat person. His hair was black enough.

Osma eyes narrowed as she kept on hand on the tall stake, which kept her teethered like goat in the middle of camp. The figure was gone, behind the tents before she could fully make him out. Could well be another gnoll or even an lizardperson. Not like "seeing at night" was a benefit of her usual beauty sleep routine.

She listened, trying to see if she heard a scream or some such nasty sound that would tell her if the person-thingy was friend or foe. No sound came. Must be a friend. Maybe it had gone off into the woods to take a shit. Though none of the rest of them seem to mind taking a squat nearby.

Tonight, the patrols were much looser and less in quantity. Dimitri could easily find Osma Gaiman past the stakes, whom was upon the very outskirts of the circle of tents that surrounded the main campfire. However, due to the nature of the patrols, the time in which Dimitri had dashed was just before a duo of camp guards would be able to spot him, or at least, something suspicious.

The post was thick and ran deep into the ground, making it much harder to retrieve from the earth. As Dimitri pulled, it did start to loosen but only partially uproot itself, then became stuck again, requiring another great heave. It would've likely been easier just to sever the single thick rope with the cleave of a heavy sword or ax, but it was quite too late right now to change his plan. It would only be a matter of a few seconds before the patrol came about and spotted him. The The Sparrow and Warlord Shintaro Nishida would likely remain undetected depending on their action.

All other bandit things aside, the encampment's trio of shamans were at work, playing with powerful dark magics that were normally not allowed. Most of the anti-magic totems were missing for this reason, and powerful spellcasters could likely feel the evil presence from the dark spell they were casting in one of the larger, unlit tents.

(@mirssa is still on winter break, and asked me to played their account for now using this one.)
While she was certainly not afraid of death, she was quite terrified but enraged that it would seem that Warlord Shintaro Nishida was preparing to have her dangle from the trees rather than kill her personally or with a weapon. She remained still on the horse's back in fear of accidentally sliding off and putting herself to death.

Shintaro says to Mirssa, "Gnoll, if Osma is returned safely, I will release you. However, if the contrary happens, I will smack this horse's ass and have him run out from under your feet. This time I will be merciful, I could have come here to lay waste to the entire camp, but Dimitri has convinced me not to. If your group continues to harass my borders, we will hunt you down and chase you out of our territory. This is your warning."

Shintaro waited for Osma to be brought here now.

((This is out of order, but I just wanted to get this out of the way to spice things up))

While waiting for Dimitri, Shintaro realizes he's let this situation go out of his control. If he let the current events go on like this, it wouldn't be favorable to him, what was the point of him coming if he wasn't going to be the one to rescue Osma? He'd signal his men and quietly give them new orders, "I want you all to go around and be prepared to back Dimitri up. I'll be fine here with the prisoner. If anything happens, I have the swiftest horse."

The men nodded and obeyed, they moved through the treeline around the raiding camp and prepared fight if trouble starts. Once he was sure his men were far enough away, he dropped the rope and removed one of his gloves. He then balled a fist and punched himself in the face.

"FUCK!" He made sure to hit himself hard enough to make it believable he was attacked then put his glove back on. He then shoved Mirssa to the ground, Shintaro ducked down and pointed at the camp, trying to quietly communicate that he was letting Mirssa go. Mirssa would still be tied up and gagged, but she can run. Shintaro then rolls around and kicks some dirt around to simulate a struggle. He would also make the horse Mirssa was standing on previously run away as if spooked. The Marquis drew his Odachi to motivate @mirssa into running, giving her a look of 'Get moving, now'. This would be her only chance for escaping into the camp.

 Shintaro's own personal steed, Disco (full name: Dead Disco), was further back in the woods, waiting for Shin. He got onto his horse and waited for his new plan to unravel.

Dimitri raises an eyebrow in a quizzical manner towards Osma. Not entirely sure why she is being so cynical when she is being rescued. Must be a high born. They always seemed overly snooty, beyond what would be normally acceptable. "Yeah, I come under Nishida's orders. He is waiting on the hill with his troops and a captive of his own. I apologize for not clarifying." With that said, he gives another tug at the post to rip it from the earth, not noticing his dagger being taken by Osma.

If the post does get free, he will lay it onto the ground so it wouldn't strain against Osma's neck as much as it did. Hopefully this would help her catch her breath from the strain of her previous position. "As for that giant comment, it is really only a large stake. This would probably be a toothpick to an actual giant. Now, lets get moving. That female may be a captive, but i would not want Nishida to warm her if it comes down to it." Dimitri would start untying the rope from its connection on the post so Osma would be able to start making her way towards an escape. Also, while he may not be magically inclined, his more primal sense was detecting something very dangerous coming from the larger tents. It made his spine tingle to a degree equivalent to that of facing a dragon. Magic was something he definetly did not want a part of right now.

There was shouting through the camp, someone, or something had been spotted. Patrols from nearby began to hone down and encircle Dimitri and Osma Gaiman , sneering at them while wielding bows and spears, enough of them to even take down Dimitri . (If he had his heavy armor.) They held fire however, for fear of killing their "loot" and bargaining tool. Extra troops began to run out of the camp, roughly two dozen of them all pointed in the direction of the hill and their foes.
One went to @mirssa and cut her binds, then handed her a small axe when they finished. If she wanted revenge, now would be the best time.

But before there were any orders given or aggressive actions taken, there were screams and shouts of terror from the camp. Specifically the tent in which the shamans resided, three figures ran outside and scattered: a kiggy, a gnoll, and a goblin all with unique casting tools and magical trinkets. From inside the cloth hut collapsed as a massive creature walked straight through the insignificant barrier...

The abomination stood 11 feet tall, and about as wide. It was a combination of mutilated body parts and organs, from humans, kiggys, local widlife, gnolls, and other unknown beasts. It's torso was a swirling blob of flesh, scales and fur, covered in pulsating pustules filled with acidic body fluids that were a as large as a man's head. It appeared this creature had multiple heads, all crudely melded on the beast in multiple locations, the dried out eyes of each being darted around wildly with now control, as if they were all brain dead. The arms were simply the mashed together arms and legs of known beings stretched into giant logs of heavy putrid muscle. It's legs were nothing but short stumps of dirt, wood, limbs and blood mashed together, and it showed no sign of pain from how it was cutting it's soft feet apart. A center hole existed in it's torso, presumably the mouth it used to consume it's unfortunate victims.

Some of the bandits turned, not making a move or a sound for the fear of it seeing them. After tearing down the building it was born in, the demonic figure began to slowly lumber towards the hill, it's true side unknown, the little bandits sure to stay out of it's way. In the rear, Nat'ia was quietly trying to organize the troops and begin forming ranks to open fire on it. The night was silent as all the dirty creatures stopped and cowered before the flesh monster, the only sounds were of the raging fire in the camp, whispering of the bandits in a brutish tongue, and the thumping of the abomination's slow walk on the ground...

Dimitri slowly puts down teh stake as he is surrounded by the Hunting Legion encampment, kinda wishing he did have his armor and Adamantine weapon. But no, he had to do this quietly, do something he very well knew he was bad at. His eyes slowly shifted from one bow and spear to another, gauging whether he should shift his body now or surprise the lot of them later. He did not have to wait long as screams were sounded once more and a tent collapsed near the center of the camp. A grotesque monstrosity had made its way through what was left of the structure.

Liking the situation less by the second, Dimitri went to grab his knife only to find it gone, shifting his gaze to Osma whom took to hiding behind his back, he swiftly grabbed the knife from her rotating hands, letting it cut him a bit, grabbing the rope and shearing it through with a snap and slash. He then pointed to the hill Nishida should still be at, "There is where you should run." A simple phrase, should be sufficient in this scenario. As for himself, he would slowly back away from the creature as the camp had its eyes on it. Hoping he would not have to tangle with the creature in order to escape.

During the commotion, it would seem to appear that @mirssa had disappeared among her comrades and the remaining tents. In reality, she was secretly sent off through the camp's rear to go relay orders to another one of their camps.
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While the trio were making their daring escape, the lines of kiggies and other creatures formed archer ranks in the camp’s rear and prepared to fire, nocking arrows and waiting on Nat'ia ’s orders. The bandits were regrouping from their mindless panic as now a small spear front was amassing in front of the archers, both led by Nat'ia , should the flesh monster turn their way and charge into them.

Running normally would’ve been a good idea for Warlord Shintaro Nishida , Osma Gaiman , and Dimitri , but it seemed the flesh demon that had slowly been lumbering without a purpose had spotted them. Disco and Warlord Shintaro Nishida combined running to the other two had been seen by the poor eyesight of the abomination. Its various eyes scattered along its body all snapped to their position as it began to charge. With surprising speed for its massive limbs and stocky structure, it beelined for where it last saw its prey, ignoring any and all physical objects in its way as it plowed through wooden barriers and shrubbery, flailing about with its tentacles, arms, spike, and other limbs, hoping to impale or slam into someone. It dedicated its charge, leaning in as it bounded towards them. The trio would be given only a few seconds to get out of its way, or be smashed, eaten, smacked or otherwise dead.

But from the rear, the twang of bows firing and the whistle of arrows and stones alike could be heard, the bandits behind the flesh demon opened fire as Nat'ia told them to shoot, most of them nailing it in the back. The monster did not seem to care, as dozens of arrows stuck out of it and it bled a mixture of cursed blood and bodily fluids, but it did not flinch or falter during its bull-rush. However, the three of them faced another issue. Arrows that had missed their mark were now flying past the creature’s left and right, if they maneuvered to either side, the likeliness of being hit with a sharpened arrow was high. While one or maybe two small arrows were unlikely to kill (yes, even Osma Gaiman ) any of them, provided it did not pierce or strike any vital organs, it still would be a painful experience and could cause any of them to flinch or fall to the ground as they are racked by the pain of being shot.
(If any of you want to roll a die for if you get hit or not, that’s fine, otherwise I’ll let you decide.)