Event Finished Conservation: Deep Woods

Unsure why Charlie repeated himself, Marcus just watched as more skeletons arrived. Wonder how long he's been collecting? He thought to himself.

Marcus put the book back in his bag, there was no need to use it. Besides, it seemed Charlie's Sarcophagus did the same job, without the same limitations.

He took a step back and grabbed another book. If anything was going to happen, hopefully, Marcus was prepared.

And, as smoke filled the dell, Charlie followed the werewolf through the smoke, striding confidently behind him, the sarcophagus nipping at his heels, ready to spawn more undead. Behind it, the undead gladiators it birthed held their nets out, stretched, to catch the creatures if they charged.

Charlie was used to striding through smoke, but there was usually more ash underfoot. Striding through smoke, flanked by gladiator skeletons. It reminded him of Paesbaris. They still hadn't found the ruins of that city. Last time Charlie had visited italy, he seemed to remember there being a vinyard built atop it. Made a rather nice chianti. But this smoke was more acrid, more chemical. No wonder, though Charlie, it contained the sleeping potion that Marcus fellow pulled out of his book.

The undead inside the box formed a long chain, almost like the bucket chains they used to use to put out fires, ready to throw the creatures into one of the bedrooms. The Queen Anne suite needed doing up anyway. It looked rather tacky, but did have a rather excellent lock.

Ferris of course acted without hesitation thus the effect would make him drowsy enough to fall nearly asleep, he cursed himself for being so brash. Now he had to deal with his own sluggish movement and had to rely on Charlie for capturing the creatures into his mystical box.

Ferris tried to think while the sleeping potion was slowly taking effect more and more. That's when he reached for any stick laying around him, sharpened the edge of it to prick himself awake. He'd do this over and over near the belly button so that he could stay awake enough to get back to marcus's side using his sense of smell to guide him.

"Damn it...shouldve thought about...the range of the bomb, and brought an...antidote." ferris sat down near a tree and decided to mediate a bit and focus on breathing techniques to increase his heart rate in order to combat the potion's effects

Maybe running straight into battle wasn't the greatest idea. Marcus was glad he was so far back, and thus unaffected by it. Too bad now, he couldn't see what was happening now.

He remained where he was when Ferris appeared from the smoke. repeatedly stabbing himself over and over. "Um, that went well," Marcus remarked. taking another book, he brought out a high-energy drink. Due to the effects of his power, he wasn't able to get the antidote for the potion, but hopefully, this would do. He passed this to Ferris. "This might help a bit."

Marcus did a quick mental status check for his summons. He could only summon one more object without needing to return any.

What a moron, thought Charlie as Ferris staggered out of the smoke to rest. Charlie wasn't a fan of smoke dispersal weapons. They were as unreliable as the winds that carried them. Luckily Charlie had no lungs with which to inhale the airborne sleeping draft, no skin for it to absorb through, so he had remained unaffected by it... but the smoke was obscuring the flock of beasts they had been sent to capture.

Bother.

Ah well, another problem that could be solved by more undead. What had Angelo been talking about? they were very useful. Just don't use them in public. He would never give up his horde. Several more undead, of unknown origin, each dressed in rags shambled out of the box to join the gladiators, along with an old favorite of Charlie's: Sherbert, the bone crab.

The undead began to spread out, keeping each other at arms (or claws) length, just enough to see each other through the thick fog, into a circle around the smoke. If the potion had not worked on any of creatures, and they tried to escape, the undead could grab them or... as would be more likely... render them unconscious.

...and the undead began to close the circle, entering the fog...

Ferris drank up the energy drink from Marcus and got up feeling much better, he cracked his neck and such shaking off the sleepiness.

"Hmph...guess i owe you one marcus even though that whole thing was...my fault, damn it im so stupid sometimes i though the gas might work better to hit them all." ferris said with a slight growl to himself, he didn't like his own head strong way but it was the only way he knew so far. He walked over to the guide as it spoke and then noticed that once the smoke cleared a bit, there were only 3 creatures that charlie and his minions could capture for now.

"Guide. Our...no i should say my plan didn't go as i thought it would, we will need your help to track the other 3 creatures on the loose again." Ferris said

Hmm, maybe I'm not quite out of range, Marcus thought, feeling lightheaded, and leaning against a tree. Thankfully he didn't pass out. Despite this, he noticed the smoke disappearing, and returned the sleeping potion to the book, as well as the now empty drink from Ferris.

"How quickly could they move?" He turned to the Guide who was tracking the creatures. Maybe if he knew their capabilities, it would be easier to plan for them. It was even possible that he would need that book, after all.

Regardless, they had three so far. It should be easy to capture the rest.

The undead picked up the three creatures, two to each creature and carried them down into the box, to be safely locked in the bedroom. Another one picked up what appeared to be an amber stone inside a steel cage, and followed the procession down into box, which closed with a slam. Charlie walked out of the smoke, a skeleton, glowing with an eldritch blue light, in a waistcoat and glasses.

"I say we wait here a while, have a cup of tea and a biscuit, and wait till the creatures calm down again. We had the element of surprise this time, but the creatures are spooked at the moment. If we wait, while they calm down, and collect themselves, regroup. Then we strike again. You said you can track the different one right?" Charlie questioned their guide, before brushing himself down, patting his hands on his thighs at a job well done.

"Maybe next time, no air based tools? They're too unpredictable. But the sleeping potion was good. Can any of you use some form of blow dart? I have no lungs, so i have no way to use them"

Charlie looked at the three figures.