#anywhere

Bachdion's kind offer of a flicker flash to get them there that much faster was granted. Trods CAN be dangerous after all, and flicker flashes are usually safe, when they work

WHen they odn't work, you break out dross and try again, or just take the trod

But this time, it certainly appeared to work

Except where they have arrived is NOT Earth Runes!

Brekke looks around. She's been to EarthRunes, more than once, but this...does not look like that.

They appear to be in a jungle. They're not in the Dreaming though the dreams of this land are strong.

Bachdion looks about "Where? I"ve never been here before in my life"

Brekke frowns and takes Speaker in hand. She scans around, wary and alert.

"I thought you could not Flicker Flash to a place you had not been."

"You can't" he says , "Not normally anyway" The satyr's words have been true, what reason has he to pull something "Something or someone interfered perhaps? Maybe the comet? "

"Perhaps." She tries to get a sense of where they might be....heat? humidity? types of trees?

As a park ranger, a naturalist, and a lover OF nature, Brekke recognizes the type of jungle they are in and can even take a guess to narrow it down. Some people assume because she is quiet, and not overly fond of the sound of her own voice she is simple. Those people who assume that tend to be twits.

This is a tropicical jungle. They are NOT in Concordia.. and she suspects another Continent

They are somewhere in Africa. Of course, as that is a LOT of land mass, that may not seem too helpful.

"This is...far. Not Concordia. Africa, I think." Jaw tight. "I dislike this. Do you think it is safe to try again?"

"It should be, at the risk of poor humor, I'm tempted to protest I've never had trouble before" He says "Maybe I should get a really advanced bunk going.. Do you mind if I take a few minutes with this one?"

"Mm." A nod, and she takes a stance to guard as he prepares.

The satyr bends down and starts to mark in the dirt, squares to step on no doubt.. that should be quite fancy

Brekke glances over from time to time, but mostly keeps her eyes on the branches surrounding them to the sides and above, and listens to the sounds of wildlife, alert for any changes that might mean the approach of a predator.

What she hears is.. not a predator, but a sound she has known since she first watched animal shows on television.

The trumpet of an elephant!

She frowns. "Elephant. That must mean there is open land close by."

"Well... if you want to meet it, best make it soon. I almost have this bunk done and..." As Bachdion explains how his bunk is half way done as he doodles in the mud for the final step...

There's another sound

A gunshot

and this time, it is not an elephant's trumpet she hears, but it's cry

"STOP," Brekke says to Bachdion. "Follow, quickly." And she's off at a run into the jungle, trusting the satyr to keep up.

"So much for that bunk" The satyr says but does not seem to deny it's necessary. "Aren't elephants supposed to be protected?" As they break through the clearing

"Yes." Focused on finding the source of the cry.

As they break into a clearing, not proper savannah but there is room to move, they find five mortal men and yes, they have guns, and not simple hand guns either... their outfits look dressed for a military like operation in the jungle but there's no flag or marks on their 'uniforms' which aren't very uniform at all...

A bull elephant has blood on his tusks... one of the men is gouged, and stepped back

The elephant staggers... it's not as big as she thought it might be, but it's still majestic

It has holes in it.. three.. it may not be long for life

To these mortals, Brekke must look somewhat official, wearing her ranger uniform, and she calls out, "You are under arrest for poaching!" adding a Fuddle into the mix with that bunk, burning a willpower and hoping to scatter the ones that can run/drive off. She continues striding towards them quickly.

She pushes the cantrip with a sacrifice of some of her own glamour.

Already looking somewhat official, with a bit of effort, Brekke's spell latches on. The results aren't what she might have expected. "I told you your greed for ivory was a distraction!" One curses at another. She realizes these fellows look varied, on yes three appear to be dark skinned but even there one of them seems to have a slightly different heritage. The other two are caucausion, one quite tanned, the other a paler sort. "We're not here for tusks and now we have authorities making us!" They turn the guns on her "Put your gun down, maybe we'll let you live"

They see a gun? of course they do. She fuddled them , they probably think she has it pointed at them

The good news? the elephant isn't finished off, though it is breathing hard

"Get down," she says to Bachdion, and she persists in the Fuddle, pointing her axe directly at one man and saying, "BANG."

The man gasps, and drops believing himself hit.

She 'aims' at another. "BANG." Still striding closer, relentless.

As for Bachdion? He behaves llike one might think a Fiona would... he's grabbed a stick, and disarms another, sending gun fire wide

Still 'aiming' she calls back over her shoulder, "OVER HERE!" compounding the fuddle with multiples of her approaching from the tree line.

"Don't just stand there!" One yells "Fire back!" And he demonstrates by sending a spray of automatic fire at Brekke

A grunt as she's hit, and again. She pauses, but keeps advancing.

The wounding is not fast enough to disrupt her cantrip... and Bachdion strikes the fellow he disarmed with the percision of a master fencer

One guy looks behind her "Shit, this operation is blown!"

And NOW they run... or try to...

Bachdion says "Brekke" Not using titles while mortal ears can hear "Should we pursue? I think they have a jeep further out. I can see a mirror or something through the trees"

She is focused on the elephant itself, and on the two men on the ground, one gored, one 'shot'. She shakes her head. "My help is needed here." She grabs up any dropped rifles and hands them to him. "Do you know how to use these?"