Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20151212055542/@comment-24416658-20160216052745

As the building shook, and the sounds of explosions and screaming resonated into the room from the outside, Nacoma and Rowtag stayed completely still. Nacoma was even crossing her arms, eyes closed and looking at the ground. Rowtag, his hands clasped together, leaned forward, putting his hand on the table.

"It appears, ladies and gentlemen," he calmly stated, "That something is attacking us. Even so, we have still some points to discuss. Even so, I do recommend that we send someone out there to assist the police force. No doubt they are, indeed, Vale's finest, but there is only so much they can do against..." Rowtag was silent for a moment, listening to the specific noises of the machines outside, "Thorns. Of course they would use Thorns." Rowtag turned to Nacoma, nodding his head. Nacoma nodded back. Unslinging her crossbow from her back, she stepped around the table, heading out the door.

Heading through a multitude of doors until she reached the roof, Nacoma spotted her target: three other Pilgrims, all wearing the signature cloak and hood in different colors. They had an assortment of weapons and had been looking at the carnage below. Now, they turned to Nacoma, not showing any display of authority, but simply waiting for orders.

"You two," she said, pointing to two of the three, "Get down there and stop as many of those rollers as you can. Don't get too close to the ground, or else you'll end up like the police." The two Pilgrims nodded. One of them was carrying what looked to be a double bladed staff, which the Pilgrim took apart, as the two halves transformed into bladed revolvers. The other Pilgrim carried what looked to be an LMG, which she transformed into a Zweihander and back. Leaping off the building, they hopped onto adjacent ones, beginning to rain down bullets into the robots.

Nacoma looked at the other Pilgrim. This one, a girl, was carrying a waraxe, which she quickly converted into its other form, two saxe knives connected by an elastic chain.

"You, come with me," Nacoma commanded, "There's commotion in the building, we'll go check it out." Saying that, Nacoma led the way back into the edifice.

Rowtag, after Nacoma had just left, looked at the other people in the room.

"Surely you did not believe that I would have come alone?" he asked, "The Pilgrims are more than capable of combating these robots. The old Battalion had, let's say, "let us" borrow their robot schematics. Hopefully they have not changed much." Rowtag said all of this with a smile, his slightly wrinkled face seeming both innocent and powerful simultaneously.

(btw, you guys can control the nameless Pilgrims, if you want. Just be careful.)