....verrrrrrrrry eenterestink!

So now we know one possible outcome that might've come about had we beat feet... hmmmmmm. 

...and already used it!

...it just occurred to me that fireballs and fur might not make the best combination.

~Hard Kitty, Angry Kitty,
Flaming ball of fur!
Slashed zombie, mashed zombie,
Burn, Burn, Burn!!!~

Still... helluva way to go!

...who doesn't like free money? I'll check it out!

I've missed Raven posts!!!

Edit - Fixed the italics for you, my friend.

Well... that was the a tale a man was expecting! 

Nice!

I'll have to contemplate Thren's reaction to that.

I'll try to get a "Team Leader" post up, soon.

I'll be heading to our place in the Adirondacks in about a week, myself! Nothing like sitting on the porch of the cabin and watching the river go by, right?

Have a great trip, Pekka! Looking forward to the posts!

...somebody needs to animate this adventure! I'd totally binge watch this tale on a streaming service of any sort! It's been sooooooooo much fun!

edit - @ shave him! Probably gonna have to be a brand in Ch'dau's case... of course, all these shamblers are liable to cause some traumatic fur-loss. Might be no need for shaving.

Count the cat in!

Of course I don't expect that she's just gonna up and run... Ch'dau hopes she will, of course, but I don't think even he expects it.

Dire Straits, indeed! "Ya got your zombies for munchin' and a Kith set free!"

...Olan called himself evil before we did... and, yeah, if there's no risk of dying a gloriously spectacular death, where's the fun?

Speaking of which, the Cat Chow is served!!! Meow Mix THIS you bunch of rotting monkeys!!!

This is no way for a warrior to die, the Kazari raged to himself even as he scooped Kithran from the forest floor, hefted her unnaturally still form over a shoulder, and made for the camp, Fleeing from the enemy rather than facing it with all the wrath of Rrowl!!! Still, the thought of leaving Kith to lay defenseless, subjected to the whims of the ghouls should he fall, enraged him just as much; thus, a snarling Ch’dau had done as he was asked and stomped through the trees with the sounds of battle at his back. His ears flattened and his tail lashed out his irritation as he moved, trying not to outpace his companions, and each clash of steel and flash of fire from behind evoked a snarl or chuff of anger and anxiousness…

“The Hunt calls, Little Kitten,” the Silver Cat growled following an impatient glance over his shoulder that revealed the rotting shamblers beginning to overrun his brave companions, “but the answer is... This… This is wrong!”

As if by some way of reply, Kith twitches on his shoulder and groans into the fur of his back.

“Yes, little one,” he growl/purred, “Fight! Find your feet!”

“The tactical retreat isn’t working! There are too many,” Gib’s shout raised the fur along Ch’dau’s back and coaxed something more than a growl from behind the kazari’s barred teeth. “Aranwen! Call a full retreat. We cannot withstand this onslaught further!”

No! Too few of you will…

“We will not survive a retreat,” he heard the Bladesinger call back as if the Syl shared his thoughts.

…At this, the kazari ceased his progress through the terror-filled wood and eased the slowly reviving Kith from his shoulder. He propped the woman against the trunk of a nearby tree, hoping that it would at least keep her from the sight of the zombies for enough time that she would be able to recover and flee on her own…

“Ch’dau, to the front!”

…A savage grin spread across the cat-man’s face even as he pressed his forehead to Kith’s. “You wake, Kithran, and you run! You have been a true and honored friend. Keziri keep you…”

“Midge and Cedric, drop back when he arrives,” Khan Aranwen’s orders continued as Ch’dau rose to his full height, pulling falcata and dagger and turned for the fray, “Gib and I will cover you!”

… “To the Hunt,” the Silver Cat roared, “and blood for Rrowl!!!” The roar still echoed amongst the trees as the Kazari stormed for the front. More roars followed as, in passing Cedric and Midge, he urged the two back to where Kith waited. The last roar drowned out the echoes of the others as, when he reached the tumult of the battle, he launched himself in full fury into the thick of the horde.

((OOC: Maximum effort! Maximum carnage! Ol’ Fuzz-face is going to the Hunt in style… No thoughts of defense here – for himself, at least – his plan is to simply take as many of these monstrosities with him when he goes.))

Hooray for save points!

Time for the chomping of faces!!! Working on a post right meow!

Okay, so, in my opinion, I'm inclined to say that we stop our "tactical retreat" and do all the damage we can. Running hasn't done much except get us throttled, so far. Ch'dau can stop, deposit Kith in (or, at least, behind) a tree and regroup with Aranwen and Gib, allowing Cedric and Midge to fall back behind the skirmish line. Midge can utilize his magic at range, Cedric can keep us ahead of the beatings with some healing spells, etc... Gib likely has some unused healing he could invoke, as well, right?

I doubt we all live through this encounter, for sure, but, at the moment (and, yes, given the kazari mindset,) I think Ch'dau would just as soon die fighting as opposed to running.

Enjoyed it so much that I read it twice!

LMAO @ purse in a ghetto fight!

... my pleasure!

Got a couple of posts I need to work on, myself. Work didn't allow for creativity today.

She'd have been aware. Took this from the post where she got giggled:

"All sensation is fully intact; Kith can hear the giggling, can see the creatures and the forest floor, can feel the pain of her wounds and the racing of her heart, the drawing of her breath.  She can feel her impending doom through the weight of the creature upon her back.

And then,the horror truly sets in as she feels the cold tongue slither across the back of her neck, feels her trousers being yanked down, hears the giggles change in pitch, in meaning.  Suddenly, an honorable death in battle is hardly the worst fate she could have met.  The abject terror she feels from the press of the cold flesh is indescribable, threatens to drive her sanity away."

...No spoilers! I haven't finished reading the book yet!!! 

I didn't say you were the bad guy... I just said you were evil... It's just one of your many endearing qualities!

I'm no longer posting anything to the QA... it only gives Olan ideas and encourages his evilness.

P.S. Remember that time when Ch'dau secretly learned magic and secretly teleported all the dropped weapons back into their owners' possession and then dropped a meteor on the zombie horde? Huh? Do ya?

Agreed... between the fire and the river, we've got a tactical option or two that we don't have in the dark of the forest.

Mmm... Barbekitty!!!

As to tactics, you know Ch'dau will turn and fight if told to do so (especially if Kith is up and at 'em, as well)... that said, and given the pounding we seem to be taking in the dark of the forest, a full retreat to the camp might be in order. We'll at least have some light there (unless the Evil GM has peed it out, that is).