Kill Team: The Flesh Eaters

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Kill Team: The Flesh Eaters
Date8/15/25
StorytellerSlayzo
TierMaster
Player CharactersRinazomi, Mantella Bright-Eyed, Atticus, Orion Argyros, Gwenevere
Rewards200 xp
ResultSuccess, had to go to 2 parts
AuthorRinazomi
Downtime40


So apparently we have to write something down for each of these logs? I do not fully understand the purpose of these, or how they would help if invaders were to approach the city gates, but I will play along with this custom anyways. Associates were inevitably going to be called back to the wall to fight off the rest of my former family, those heretics that still make up the rest of the Flesh-Eater clan. The one known as Amarda sent us a telepathic message to let us know they were being swarmed, although when we got there, it did not look that much like they were being swarmed. It just looked like regular activities out there. The flaming one and the green one went out to scout ahead and guage their numbers, with the green one coming back after just four hours because he was unlucky enough to be caught by the one patrol they send out every day. He was able to distract them and get away while the flaming one was flying around over the camp, and was able to get their exact numbers, and find out that there were no signs of Conquest. We decided to take out their scouting party so we didn't have to deal with them later on. They numbered 8 in total, a fair match for us if you count the tall one calling in some sort of smoky angel and some sort of skeletal dog. Some of their number managed to slip behind our front lines, which consisted of me, the armored one, and the flaming one, and managed to get the jump on the purple one, the tall one, and the green one. They proved as capable as I suspected, and every one of them fell to us. We decided to take a moment to treat our wounds before marching into the main camp, and I write this as we are doing that. I will write the rest later.