#baronyofthesilverwolf

Citrine is chiming angrily, as are a half-dozen other Nevers drawn to the commotion.

Wudlig says to the new fledge "I'm Wudlig, you're a furking changeling... magic is real, myths are facts, get into the vehicle and you'll learn more. You got no reason to trust me. Trust me anyway"

"I..." She looks over Wudlig, and something seems to trigger a memory. "I will put my trust in you, fellow Knight." She holds up her lacross- no, it's a sword now, a slender blade of silver, and bows to him.

He returns it "Yeah yeah, very nice, knight eh ? Good work when we can get it. Ah, I kind of got a preset thing in here that explains more"

Then he helps her into the carriage glancing back to see if Art and Thistle need help

THISTLE's bite does little good, but her cursing seemed to slow it down a bit

She's swearing, and sparking. "C'mon, you (^^@& demented shitbox! You FORD PINTO!"

Thistle sparks more, and flame kindles!

Art is making slow progress, and then he SLAPS his head. "I have to move like a pawn..." He stops trying to jag sideways across the board, and moves forward instead, until he can get to the end. Only to see that there is a stone rook blocking his path!

He draws his own sword, swallows, and squares up against it as the castle turns, grating, to tower over him.

Citrine, rallying a crowd of Nevers, zips into the carriage! Tiny hands start yanking, pulling, tugging, and trying to gum up the works or tear anything apart!

Azure start stuffing grassy dirt clods into a tailpipe with a giggle, remembering how funny it was watching Wudlig jump up and down and yell when they did that last time.

Carnelian drops rocks onto it, they are small, but clatter like hailstones!

Verde is trying to steal bolts from a carriage wheel.

How flammable the vine is is questionable. SO is the wisdom of setting the vine on fire, but here we are!

The tendrils move to cover Thistle's mouth and that might be just the BIGGEST Mistake it could make

The Sidhe yells out from the 4D

"You took the pawn's position, Squire! Don't be a fool, you can't beat a rook head-on! It will roll over you! TAKE THE KNIGHTS LEFT PAWN, then you'll have their King in check!" Art might not know Chess that well, but it seems that the new Sidhe is skilled!

Art twists back to look at her, then gives a salute, and stabs his sword towards the designated pawn! It crumbles to dust... then the King in Stone collapses to one knee, and the other pieces fall apart, leaving only Art and the Wooden Chess pieces standing.

"I'm coming, Thistle!" He yells, coughing through the grating and clouds of dust.

Wudlig winces, clearly the 'meet and greet' hospitality message in the image of Aiden is still in need of work.

FLAMES ERUPT from Thistle's mouth before they can be covered! They wash over the carriage she was about to be put in... and the metal threads melt... it hurts, not a little either, as she takes some minor burns from the tendril's heat... but the enemy vehicle was mean to subdue new fledges, and Thistle is no longer that!

One wheel bursts... and it's likely going no where, but what's left of the hot leather and melted metal straps is now pulling her into a burning vehicle or trying to!

"Brilliant furkin' idea..."

"ow ow ow ow ow"

AZURE is blown clean by a blast from the exhaust!

CARNELIAN was above the carriage, and safe!

VERDE gets three nuts off and is distracted because they only have TWO hands and THREE things!

CITRINE, however - where did Citrine go?

Art barrels past Thistle and dives into the burning carriage!

"ARt? YOU Starbrained nut I ... " he had pulled a blunderbuss, but he's not going to fire two friends who might get caught in the crossfire

Thistle is coughing and kicking. This was a BAD idea.

Wudling curses, moves forward, and tries for a wheel

HE blows out another carriage wheel. "Art, get out of there!"

Even as Thistle is dragged along the ground towards the vehicle to possibly join art

((D, did the attack work? See above))

Then there is a SNAP

As Art cuts the weakned and frayed tether JUST in time before Thistle can be yanked all the way in. It falls loose!

And Thistle is on her ass in the grass with a few minor burns

Art suddenly bursts out of the carriage, rolling free, his silk outfit pockmarked with little burns and scorches, rolling on the grass to put out some bits of flame.

She rolls and bumps to a rather undignified stop, coughing and still swearing. "Fer the love of..." Yanking off the charred remnants of a vine. "lousy, cack-pated, bungee-cord nonsense..."

To be fair, given she's worked with a kiln before this, she's possibly had worse burns

Art is coughing as well, as the last bits of burning silk change to smoulders, he sits up. "Sorry, I know better than to jump into a... what-did-you-call-it, active Combustion." To Thistle.

"But I didn't want to leave Citrine in there, she could... melt?" Uncertain, as he holds out the singed little Never.

Wudlig has stepped out of the 4D and moves towards the burning carriage, his masked eyes looking it over.

The little mechanever HUFFS and chimes in complaint. There is a bit of blood smeared on Art's hand. "She bit me!" He says, in complaint of his own.

"Citrine! Aw, you idjit, don't be hurt..." She reaches to take the never.

"Darespark" Wudlig mutters low, then says "Let's get the hell out of here and get our new fledge to safety"

There is soot gunking up her gears, it's gonna be a pain in the tuckus to clean that out, she'd better use the 1/16ths scale widget-stripper... but no permanent damage.

"What is Darespark?" Asks a curious voice, as the sidhe that was told to stay in the safe carriage, surprisingly, did NOT and has followed Wudlig.

"How marvelous."

"Nevermind " He says of the lady's question, "No time to explain. Let's get you to Silverwolf. There are other things that prey on new Chystlaids"

Every one is more than full of glamour, and the Nevers are possibly like BATTERIES now

"Oh, glorious! Like what? May I see them? Surely they cannot breach thy chariot, friend Knight." Excited!

The new sidhe is now clad in resplendent voile, in case any had doubt of her nobility, and has a sword by her side. And, of course, she is breathtakingly beautiful.

And not, like some others, sooty and gross.