Into the Ruins - Exalted 3e IC

[Psychie]

With a mighty heave, Fat Cat takes to the air. Seconds later, the scream of the engine overloading comes to a stop with disastrous results as the clearing that had once been an idyllic scene is now consumed by a flash of Essence! The blazing flare of energy incinerates the two groups of undead in the clearing and then hits our noble Lunar in his rather large belly, searing the skin in a painful burn with the distinct smell of scorched hair.

[OOC Fat Cat takes a total of six levels of Lethal damage that can be healed with your Charms or your hearthstone normally. Luckily for the others, his bulk protected the others from harm.]

Despite the pain, Fat Cat is able to keep airborne and continue the pursuit of the fleeing Abyssal. It does not take long before you can hear the sound of her headlong flight through the underbrush, indicating that you are closing in on her rapidly.

What do you do now?

 

[Purr]

The explosion of the bone-ship and the resulting incredible Essence blast's power cannot be denied!

O Mighty Fat Cat, finds himself in the enormous grip of real and powerful pain, and as much as his body wants to cry out loud to the clouds in agony, Fat Cat does his soulful absolute best not to give it any voice whatsoever because... (and for all of the outlandish reasons you could imagine) ...he feels doing so would be a disservice to his guests onboard the Lucky Fat Cat Express.

He was a Deliverer long before he joined his Circle and if he has his say, he will be Deliverer until the day he dies. This means everyone onboard him now, save for the dead, are welcome passengers who should be treated with the best of courtesy and the highest of care. And that means keeping his mouth shut now.

What is inescapable and uncontrollable is the flight itself. For long moments after the blast (and who knows how long after that?), he is doing a lot more gliding than he is flying. He is flapping his great new wings only when necessary and slowly and carefully even then. There is no concealing that he has been injured. Still! He has a duty to do, and as long as he is able to do it, by Luna, he will! O Mighty Fat Cat makes his best possible speed (flying only! He thinks running would be far too painful and he might pass out).

But... as the pain begins to pass, the jungle-born Lunar comes to realize the messages his body is sending him. His Ox-Body Techniques have protected him! They provide him far, far more vitality than the average creature in the jungle and though the burning sensations remains, he understands now that the pain has had its loudest moment and he is not so injured as he first believed! Once again, Luna's Charms has saved him great misery, perhaps even death! Where would he be, he wonders, without Her? Probably in circumstances much more mundane than these.

Now the Lucky Fat Cat Express's flight path evens out. With each passing moment, steadiness and sureness return to his graceful glide, and his beautiful wings flap with vigor once more. O Mighty Fat Cat focuses - finding himself relieved to be able to focus - on his Echo-Awareness Charm.

Now he is looking for openings in the trees - some spot nearest their target where he can either fold up his wings and gallop along or drop his Circle off so they have the best possible chance at doing the same.

"B-B-B-RRRROOWWR!" he warns his Circle as he begins his rapid descent. He angles his body like a cat about to pounce and drops in altitude as he dives in on the fleeing Exalted.

"Ohhh, little mouse," he thinks as the pain in him gives rise to feelings pure; feline, and predatory, "Only Luna know what you up to but... you not about to escape me Circle! We be comin'... and we be comin' for you!!"

 

[Sherwood]

Delilah holds on tight to the howdah as the explosion rocks them all, feeling the heat of the flames rising up around them. Just from that, she would have to guess that Fat Cat has suffered some intense burns. It is a testament to the durability of the Lunar Exalted that he not only survives the blast but seems to be going strong. Dell is just glad that they all got away when they did. After all, if they were closer to the explosion, even Fat Cat might not have survived.

But now is the time to focus on the fleeing Abyssal. She cranes her head up to try and keep watch on the running girl, looking for any place that they can try to intercept her. It’s not like she’s dressed to blend in with so much black. She should stand out as she runs.

If she is able to catch a glimpse of their quarry, she will shout out directions to aid Fat Cat in his efforts to catch up.

OOC holy crap that’s a lot of successes! Eleven on nine dice

 

[Eonivar]

Meave in her raven form circled high in the air, watching Fat Cat take off and the ensuing explosion. She dove down, flying alongside the giant flying lunar trailing smoke and smelling of burnt flesh and fur, until the giant Lunar seemed to stabilize their flight and resume searching for the fleeing corrupted lunar. She could hear the Sidereal yelling out directions to the Lunar. She then rose again in altitude to keep a watch over the situation up high in case any surprises should occur.

 

[Purr]

If she is able to catch a glimpse of their quarry, she will shout out directions to aid Fat Cat in his efforts to catch up.

Continuing to use his Glance-oration Technique, O Mighty Fat Cat - if he hears any shouting or any noise whatsoever from her from his howdah - looks at Delilah and puts his index digit to his mouth in a polite "shh!" motion.

Then, with great confidence, he points that same paw straight at where his echo@location is telling him their target is. He has her.

Many Solars and Lunars often seemed to not think alike when on the hunt. O Mighty Fat Cat feels the chances of his Circle and the others surprising their target would be much greater if they allowed him to silently glide in on the target.

 

[Psychie]

With his excellent hearing, Fat Cat can hear with his echo location that the fleeing girl is currently hiding behind a rather large tree. There are a few openings in the tree canopy that you can drop through nearby, and they would put you in Short range of your target.

Thanks to your outstanding Perception roll, Del can see where the Abyssal ducked out of sight. She’s a sneaky one, but not sneaky enough to evade you.

Everyone else in the howdah has a decent idea of where your foe is thanks to the keen eye of Del providing clues by pointing at the position of the hiding girl.

So, what do you do now?