Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200409224613/@comment-27666783-20200531221610

Arvin wiped his face, daring to focus his senses to catch the pitter-patter of small cloven hooves gallop up behind him. He stares, incredulous, catanoic in unsettling awe as the machine like creature makes its way past him. Clearly, something must have happened to his head during the crash, hallucinations... He nurses his broken arm again, tenderly cradling it before gazing ahead.

Some... thing was before him, gazing at the massive metallic dragon. Caught between his perplexity and wanton caution, he hesitated for a moment. That wasn't one of his crew, no it was clearly some sort of dweller. A war? A skrimish? Simply how the locals talk around here? his mind steadily began to piece things together.

The deer construct begins to fire electric bolts against the dweller, before he makes a fighting retreat away, toward, into the mountain with another. these constructs were best ot be avoided, so Arvin thought, he treks adjacent to the mountain and retreats.