[Destroyed] Hunting Legion camp

The troll lowered his head and bobbed it up and down in what was a subservient guesture in his culture. He had wanted 50 people, but as long as they had enough wagons it would be ok. Sollix was pleased that the human would come on his own will and even more so that the kobold who had just volunteered would be the leader. Even a troll knew it was much better to have willing companions.

“Good. We will go, now. I just the guide. Get much treasure. Human me-di-a-tor.” Sollix thought he knew what that last word meant. The trolls eyes lingered on the shinning gold and jewels. Such a hoard was already a fortune and the thought of many times that was truly awe inspiring. His gaze drifted to Mordane then Oobie Doobie, finally resting on Nat'ia. “Huk huk huk.” The soft throaty laugh held a tinge of menace, but perhaps that’s how it always was. The negotiation was over. Rolling up the map, Sollix left the tent.

Once joined by his new companions Sollix would make the formal introductions in his broken common, then help with the preparation. The journey would be long so the team had best leave as soon as possible.

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The grab to her arm was more effective than the Gnoll thought - it was enough to redirect her momentum to circle him rather than continue onward. She had been deterred, and now was even more frantic. Her free hand went to the one clasped on her arm, trying to pry his fingers open. In addition, she leapt up to aim a butterfly kick to the side of his head using that change in direction - hoping one, if not both, of the kicks would land and break his hold; it was also an attempt to break the meager grip on her legs by the Kobold. Even if she didn't have the power, she was banking on potentially catching them off guard.

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The moment she found the opening to bolt she took it - and she ended up face first on the ground with a hand clenched over her face from the hard landing. She had been so certain on escape, and the grip on her ankles hadn't been expected. Needless to say, her face hurt. She struggled to keep from making a sound, despite the jeers and calls from the beasts circling were loud in her ears. Her patience failed and her temper flared, to where she yelled back at them in her Katashima tongue, and proceeded to try and pull her legs free of the vice-like grip - clawing at the earth to try and pull herself away.

Being the object of their entertainment, their games... it was demeaning. And she hated it. She wanted to get out more than before.

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The blow to her back ripped another pained yell from her and she fell still on the ground, trembling as she waited for that new throbbing pain around her kidney area to null... sadly, it would do no such thing. In the next few seconds there was a blinding pain up and down her spine from those pointed elbows on the little creature, which took her breath away at the excruciating pain. She was unable to even scream. She felt paralyzed from the blows, and it all but hurt to even try to extend her arms again to crawl further. Trying to move her legs was just as much a chore.

Yet she managed to push her arms over her head once more, and drag herself just another inch or so before it was too much to do. Desperation had done much to get her this far, to not black out or just give up entirely. But she could barely move until the shock of the hits eased off. All she could hear were the jeers of the growing crowd, and it somehow gave her just a little urge to push harder. She strained to crawl further, covering very little ground yet again.

This had degraded to nothing short of a bandit's brawl and she was in the middle of it... and the goblin laying across her was just an insult.

For the first time in a long while, she felt her blood begin to boil. She managed to push herself up onto her hands and knees and turn her head - slowly and deliberately. She was taking in her surroundings. The kobold at her flank, hyena at her left and the goblin standing straddled over her. The gnoll would easily be able to see her eyes, angry and almost wild, peering through the fallen strands of her hair as she looked around.

Her gaze settled on the gnoll...

She would lash her left elbow back and up, looking to rack the oni standing over her. She had a fair feeling these things weren't quite the mystical creatures of legend, and might not stand to such a hit. Even if it did, she was prepared to roll over and lunge up with her hands, looking to grasp it by the throat in both hands and try to force him down to the ground with her. At least to try and get him off his high horse over her. There was doubt she could actually choke it unconscious, but she was desperate enough to try.

She got the goblin to go away. Thank goodness for that. She managed to push herself up onto her feet, stumbling as she fought to remain upright. She was becoming more aware of how worn down and weak she was. She turned and came face to face with the kobold.

How was she going to deal with this one? Right now, he wasn't doing much other than waving his fists. Perhaps this might be simple.

Despite any teaching that this was completely rude and unlady-like, she spat on the ground at his feet and took a single wavering step backwards - keeping her eyes on that reptile.

This would have been tricky, but she was committed when the punch was thrown. There was no counter attack, per se, but she would guide the strike off to her right with her body coming in around his flank as she leapt up. Her legs swung to latch her left heel over his far shoulder with the other leg coming around beneath his extended arm to wrap around and join the first - latching her ankles together in a tight headlock upon his left shoulder while she pulled on his arm with both hands. Assuming she managed to make the grab, the weight of the two of them would likely bring them down to the ground... sadly, landing her upon her back and causing her to seize up from the amplified pain of the impact. But it would make it damn difficult for her to let go until he passed out, if not longer than that.

At first the shambling, awkward gait in the distance may have been construed as some wounded creature, limping towards the forest of tents. Such a poor creature would likely find more than it was looking for. The Hunting Legion was hardly a kind place, after all. As the figure closed the distance, however, that awkward gate appeared closer to a lope. Perhaps it belonged here after all. The gnoll's thick, matted fur soon became to distinct to any who may have been watching, the seven-foot-tall monstrosity approaching quicker now that its eventual goal was in sight.

Vash knew that he'd likely be confronted by The Hunting Legion's [ @huntinglegion ] patrols, though he hardly looked in the mood. Already he cast about impatiently, lip curled up over a vicious set of foul teeth at the thought of an interruption so close to his goal. His fellow gnolls might have cast him out, but surely the Hunting Legion he'd heard about would be receptive to his power. All he had to do was prove his strength, surely, and they would be begging him to join. Even offering him a high position! His fantasies were short lived, however, as he came within stone's throw of the palisade walls. He doubted they'd be sending an army out to face him, but attempting to wander in might give the wrong impression.

As the massive Gnoll made his way towards the wooden wall and it’s gate, he’d find little resistance from any sort of basic patrol wandering about outside the fortifications. They assumed that Vash was already part of the legion, even though they’d never seen a Gnoll as large and unique as him. Even had they known Vash wasn’t part of the legion, they didn’t want to get in his way and receive a mighty hit from that flail of his, he wasn’t causing trouble or looking for any, so they might as well keep their distance.
The meager gatehouse and it’s heavily armored defenders wouldn’t allow this Gnoll to pass with such ease as the patrols did though. He’d be stopped by the goblins, kobolds and fellow gnolls at the gate before he could enter.
“Oi!” shouted the goblin captain as the other fellow guards readied their heavy polearms, “What are ya goin’ in for?”
There was a moment of pause as the goblin tried to identify who that gnoll was, it wasn’t anyone he’d ever seen.
“You’re a new face aren’t ya?”
He didn’t seemed to be fazed by the gnoll height difference of two feet compared to him.