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CHARACTERS: The Barithian Hunters (and anyone sneaking along)
WHERE: Hyrypia - The Finger Maze
WHEN: DAY :018
SUMMARY: The barithian hunt leads into the depths of the Finger Maze.
WARNINGS: Violence. Animal slaughter. Character death. Need a warning added? PM this account please!

THE FINGER MAZE
DAY :018
IN MORNING'S PRE-DAWN GRAY the camp is far more subdued than on preceding days. There's no music, breakfast is a quiet and simple affair, and the servants are hushed as they go about their duties. Before the sun has even fully risen, the members of the Envoys participating in the hunt make their way to their mounts. When they arrive they are given a speech that seems practiced - likely only a slight modification of something that the Elinmaster has said many times before. The group - just under forty hunters kitted out with all of the weapons and traps they have had time to learn in their days on the graze - is brought to the fenceline running parallel to the technomagical barrier which guards the mouth of the Finger Maze proper. In the fence is a plain gate. Once the hunting party is gathered there, it opens. A slash in the technomagical barrier disintegrates before them and the smell of ozone evaporates or is carried into the twisting depths of the Maze by the wind howling mournfully inward from off the Graze. The Elinmaster leads the hunting party through the gap.

Once on the other side, the party draws pauses until the technomagical barrier rises once more behind them. No crowds today. No onlookers (unless they're being especially industrious). Then the Elinmaster brings a familiar sounding horn to their lips. It's long, low wailing note echoes down into the maze and splinters down the endless twisting pathways. With that, the hunt begins.

INTO THE LABYRINTH
I. THE STAGING GROUND
HERE IS HOW YOU HUNT A BARITHIAN, explains the Elinmaster. First, a field of battle needs to be chosen - and it's always better to know the ground you're fighting on than to be caught unawares in unfamiliar territory. The hunting party will need to establish a fall back position inside the canyon that's advantageous to them, at which point it will be lain with all manner of traps. Memorize it. You'll want to know every nook and cranny when you return here under duress.

Plan your routes and lay your traps. You do remember how to set them, don't you?

II. BY THE TAIL
WITH THE STAGE SET, only the star is lacking - or the villain is. But the Finger Maze is a vast labyrinthine space that stretches on for miles. Finding the Barithian, even as large as it is, presents a challenge - perhaps the second greatest challenge of the hunt. It is time for the hunters to separate. Some go off alone, some travel in small groups. Each is equipped with a small version of the horn that had summoned them to this work in the first place. Their task is simple and herculean: to search the maze for signs of the beast and locate it, then to draw its attention and lure it back into the staging ground. Lastly, they must send out the call to summon the rest of the party to rendezvous meet them where the chase will end. However, only one route leads to the barithian. Perhaps--

a) There were signs - a bone, a tell-tale scrape on the canyon walls, a corridor of felled coral. It was difficult to tell from the back of the Elin, so it made sense in the moment to dismount and check more closely. --At least, it made sense right up until now when you suddenly hear something. Something-- big. Its footfalls shake the floor under your feet; its heavy breath snorts out of its multiple sets of nostrils with a wet visceral sound. You can’t go back the way you came - the trembling footfalls seem to come from that direction. Luckily, there's a narrow cave opening in the canyon wall right there.

Inside is dark. The cave goes very deep indeed - so deep that after a time you can smell the promise of fresh air again. Maybe there's another exit? Which is good, since the way you entered is no longer an option: the beast is there, it's massive forepaws clawing into the stone on either side of the cave entrance and its huge mutli-nostriled nose sucking in big, gulping breaths.

b) ((OOC NOTE: first come first serve)) You find the Barithian. Even with its great hulking back turned to you, it's awe-inspiring. Terrifying. The Elinmaster's assistants had described it on the way in, but their words failed to convey the details. It's disturbingly massive - mammothian, even -, its six legs coiled tight with muscle, and strong, sharp claws on each of the massive paws. You have to get it’s attention. How you do it is up to you, but you know that the moment it turns its massive head toward you with its beady eyes hidden behind a broad, triangular face plate and its multinostrils flaring with a horrible groaning noise that it's time to get a move on.

c) Your search has turned up nothing - but that's not surprising is it? The maze is huge. Not everyone could strike gold. Hell, not everyone would even want to. It’s almost a relief until you hear it: the low, moan of the signal horn echoing through the maze-like canyon. You need to get back to the staging ground and you need to go fast - or risk leaving the other hosts to face the beast alone.

III. THE BATTLE
THE HORN DOES ITS JOB. By the time the hosts unlucky enough to have the tiger by its tail come riding back into the staging ground, many members of the hunting party have already returned and are armed, if not ready, for when the creature comes barreling in behind them. It shakes the brittle bone coral with the weight of its galloping footfalls and makes a deep, low sonorous noises that echoes down the stone walls. With its ire raised, the barithian is even more fearsome than it had seemed from a distance. It’s size and strength are undeniable up close. The creature tears great mounds of earth up under its clawed feet and there's a mesmerizing, horrific quality to the flash of filtered canyon light off its sharp teeth.

The riders are now tasked with the last phase of the challenge - kill or be killed, using the weapons and techniques they have learned in their time here. And hey, maybe you have a few non-Hyrypian tricks up your sleeves you can play with some subtlety. Fighting fair seems less than ideal when one of those huge paws comes swiping right at you.

IV. THE FRUIT OF DIPLOMACY
'DON'T GET CLOSE TO THE HEAD,' had seemed like an easy to follow rule back on the Graze, but the reality of facing down with the barithian is far more complicated. And despite being slowed by the environment, the traps laid for it, countless spears jutting from its dense marbled hide, here in its last moments the great beast is at its most dangerous. Maybe someone gets over confidant. Maybe it's just general exhaustion. Maybe it seems like the barithian is staggering when really it's turning for one final, deadly snap of its ferocious jaws.

It bowls three riders from their Elin with one swipe from its massive paw - mechanics twisting and bursting with brilliant flares of released technomagical energy - then lunges for the felled hunters left in the wake of their ruined mounts. A Descendant throws up both arms in some lunatic, useless defense mechanism. Beside her, Lavellan drives the blunt end of his spear into the ground and braces the shaft across his knee. The Barithian drives itself down on the point of the spear, snaps down on his arm by reflex and then recoils - tossing him clear like a horrifying rag doll as the great animal thrashes.

There's an immediate, palpable, indescribable POP! A ship being hulled and all the air sucked out of into into the vacuum of space. A glass bauble splitting into a hundred thousand pieces on some distant stone floor. A seam splitting. A branch snapped across the knee. And then there's nothing left at all except the frothing barithian snapping out those nearest i to it.

V. THE RETURN
THE RIDE BACK TO THE CAMP seems to take twice as long as the one they took to the Finger Maze - though it hardly seems long enough, knowing what lies at the end. Certainly the other Hosts will have felt Lavellan's death, but you know what they say. Seeing is believing.

It doesn’t matter. The camp awaits their return regardless. As they ride through the gate again one of the massive technomagically driven wagons passes them, headed into the maze to retrieve their kill. Once they reach the edges of the encampment, the atmosphere there remains subdied. While the other Envoys and Hyrypian hosts might not know the nitty gritty details, the certainly seem to have considered the possibility of things going badly. There is food, drink, and eventually even some gentle, sober music, however the evening is quiet and many of the envoys retreat to their own tents rather than remain in the public spaces.

Some victories are not celebrated.

((OOC Notes: This log covers the barithian hunt and any relating events that take place on DAY :018. You can find information about the hunt and ask event specific questions HERE.

Have more generalized questions? Drop them on the MISSION: HYRYPIA OOC POST or get in touch with us on the Mod Contact page.))

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[ Not a tournament, but a culling. Bellamy huffs, grip tightening on the reins of his Elin. Misato doesn't seem particularly concerned, which is helpful to Bellamy now. He's not afraid to die either, but his thoughts inevitably stray back to Clarke and Murphy, or ahead to Shiro and the Darkling. He has no interest in any of them feeling his death, so he'll have to be sure he stays alive even if this was all an elaborate trap.

But wouldn't it be a disaster if it were? Kill the strong, then leave the diplomats and politicians defenseless at the camp. Bellamy grits his teeth, and lets the suspicion pass from his mind. ]

( I think they'll hold the feast until we get back, so that's one thing you don't need to think about. )

[ The smile in his tone is obvious, warming his answer. ]

( You just want first crack at it? )

[ Typical, for Misato. Bellamy had been accused of running headfirst towards anything dangerous, but she was putting him to shame. ]

[ No sign of the beast in this vicinity. With a well-planned swing of the leg she kicks a sizable rock down the path for no reason at all other than to see it roll off and away. A small release of pent-up frustration. ]

( I could tell you I don't care who kills the beast as long as we all get to go home safe -- but that would be a big fat lie. )

[ Despite the little stunt, she seems to wear a skip in her steps when she makes her way back to her Elin, gathering the reins in her hands to offer it to Bellamy that he might hold it steady for her to get back on the saddle. ]

( What are you here for? )

[ At that, Bellamy does laugh aloud. Of course Misato wants to kill it. That sems like a harmless enough sentiment to express in an empty dead end. Besides, one of their own killing it would bolster their standing. Impressing their way to influence seemed to be an accepted method of operation. Bellamy doesn't dissuade her, but the mirth dies off as Misato presses further with a question while she swings into the saddle. ]

( In the canyon? ) [ Obviously. Bellamy doubts Misato is going to start questioning the big picture of their presence here at a time like this. ] ( I wanted to help. I don't need to be the one who takes it down. )

[ A flash of Lexa's vocal disapproval passes through his thoughts. Bellamy hadn't let that dissuade him. Supporting the more skilled members of their party still seemed like enough of a reason to have accepted the invitation. ]

[ Misato is meticulous when it comes to work. She checks her reins and saddle with fastidious routine, a pilot taking to flight, before even egging the automaton forward, onward. Just as tenaciously: ]

( Then why do you want to help? )

[ It's a truism that one finds the similar and the familiar that much more easier to like, but Bellamy's penchant for the backstage and the supporting role is as alien as it can be from her own stance. She is readily suspicious of the ones who claim to be selfless, but she has one too many reasons to give him the benefit of the doubt. ]

( Because you're my people. )

[ The Nest was complicated, and Bellamy was still trying to be careful about his own investment in it, but it's an easy answer to give her. They're his people while he's here. Supporting and protecting them in any way he can is the only course of action that makes sense to Bellamy. ]

( I wouldn't let the rest of you go into battle without helping however I can. )

( There's little the human animal wouldn't do to belong in his pack. Or something like that. )

[ Did Kaji say that once? Or Ritsuko? She can't remember. She attributes all such grand revelations to other people, believing herself only an agent of action, certainly not one to meditate on the state of human existence. ]

( I don't get it. But it doesn't mean I don't respect it-- you, Bellamy. )

[ Misato's respect carries weight. Bellamy's quiet, absorbing that, before he offers a clarification he thinks she's owed. ]

( It's not about belonging. ) [ Or he doesn't think it is; conforming has never crossed his mind. ] ( It wouldn't be right to sit on the sidelines if there's a chance I could help. )

[ Help translates internally to protect. Bellamy's always known he has to protect his people. His people has stretched and stretched, past Octavia, past the hundred, past Skaikru to include the people of the Nest. Others are more dear to him than the rest, surely, but it's not in Bellamy to turn his back completely. The symbiote hadn't needed to work very hard to tap those instincts in him. ]

( And to think of it this way, I'll have a better view of you killing it from in here than out there. )

[ Those words could have come out of her own lips. I've got to give it my best shot, or I'll regret it for the rest of my life. She loves the parts of him that reflect the better parts of her, this most human and imperfect of love. She laughs, an amiable one, as she leads her Elin to walk in one full circle around him before settling on his side. ]

( Keep that up and I might give you a signed autograph one day. )

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