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(Can we get some kind of an event for chaos?)

*jumps in*

Can i join?

If so, can i be a commisar, who's hobby is friendly fire?

*glares at Nikev*

OOC: Just added some personality information for my character and names for my crew.

Also, can we get some quick information on the disposition of forces, as well as their main uniform colours etc?

IC:
The crew of the Final Rest leaned against the tank watching as the hauler ships unloaded men and supplies, running a casual but professional eye over the small amount of armour that had so far been unloaded (OOC: I don't know how many tanks they have).

"What are they?" Erlag called from where he was standing at the rear of the tank. The rest of the crew turned to consider the curious vehicles being unloaded from a drop ship parked slightly apart from the others.

Small 6 wheeled vehicles with an open, tubular structure were being driven from the hold. Each had a small heavy weapon turret on the rear.

"I'm not sure" Conwynn rumbled "But they look like they would die easily under our gun", patting the distinctive long barrel which stretched over his head.

"They would, if it came to that" Grunthin replied "I just pray to the Emperor that it won't."

I'll happily have a hobby!

An ancient, and timeless daemon, who knows every tale ever known, his hobby shalll be....

Well, he takes an interest in the politics of the Chaos Warcoven, delighting in manipulating the members views, planting ideas, and twisting peoples thoughts to his own.

You could also say writing the stories of beings is a hobby, as he certainly takes great interest in it.

He also can act as an advisor rather well.

he could play chess?


and I think a map is in order?

Ooh, I do like the idea of a giant bird daemon sitting hunched over a tiny chess board, using intricate and unfathomable tactics to win Chess.

"I do believe, it's checkmate."

"But it's only the 2nd turn!"

more like

"I belive it's checkmate"

"but i've not taken the peices out the box yet"

There will be an event for chaos, I have work till 5pm today so it should be up at around 5:30pm my time.

@sillyboy

Write a character sheet up, and no friendly fire is not a hobby. Its never a hobby.

halonachos wrote:
@sillyboy

Write a character sheet up, and no friendly fire is not a hobby. Its never a hobby.

Ok, time to fill the character sheet in then.

Name: Commissar Ezreal Astet

Age: 43

Sex: Male

Affiliation: Commisar in the fluvian regiment.

Appearance: Black short trimmed hair, Standard commissar clothing.

Mutation: small bone spikes are beginning to grow out of his back.

Background: He was the son of a noble family on the planet Ara, but an ork Waagh! appeared out of the warp. In the ensuing 4 years of war, Ezreal lost both his parents.
The commanding gneral of the planets defences, felt pity for the lone boy. So he shipped him of to the Schola Progenium. There he gladly embraced the demanding and unremmiting regime
of prayer, study and physical excercises. These years of punishing trainig had honed his mind and body with steel resolve. After this he was accepted in to the ranks of the stormtroopers.


His wits were tested in the heat of battle. Not once did he step back and accepted defeat. The love for the Emperor fueling his resolve. Eventualy his talents were noticed and he was
inducted in the sacred rank of commisar. He was assigned to the 25th Realian regiment. For many years he lead his troops trough gruesome campains. His bravery at Baldurs gate was awarded with
the gift of a powersword. Life went well for Ezreal until one day he led his man in to an ambush. They were massacred, only he and a handfull of survivors made it out.
This devasting blow had sevearly weakened the offensive a gainst the rebels. Lord Commisar Rain, sent him to serve with the Fluvians on their world.

He spent a restless year on the Fluvian homeworld, training the ignorant peasants of the agro-world. In something, he hoped would have some resemblance with a real guardsmen.
Ezreal was excited when the reports of a small invasion made it to his desk. Finaly he could prove himself, and get out of this forced excile.

Ezreal marched together with the Fluvian regimet to the castle. But he could not take it.
His anger spiked, why did the Emperor did this to his faithfull servant? And to make everything even worse mutations began to spread.
At first Ezreal excecuted every tainted man he layed his eyes on. Until a month ago, boney spikes pierced his skin.

Hobbies: Dreaming of a better world, drinking, pondering about the future.

"Look sharp" called Lorich from where he was lounging next to one of the sponson guns, inclining his head slightly to indicate the approaching Nucians. The crew straightened up, and Conwynn made sure his goggles were pulled down, covering his permanently bleeding eyes, many of the others shifting slightly to better hide the worse of their sores or mutations.

The Nucians pulled up a few metres away, their leader motioning to the Final Rest and speaking "This your armour?"

"It is" nodded Grunthin "The Final Rest - I'm Grunthin and I command her. This is my crew."

The Nucian Pointed at himself and another bearing the same rank pins "I am Armond, commander of the Emperor's Displeasure, and this is Amion, commander of the Emperor's Destruction. Have you seen much action here?"

Grunthin paused to consider. "Some. The enemy mostly sits in the Tower these days. There are a few raids, but nothing too big... and not always something that needs a tank hunter like Final Rest. There were a couple of big break out attempts that got ugly, and of course the initial battles."

"Enemy tankers any good?" one of the Nucians spoke up.

"Some of 'em" replied Grunthin, pointing to a few scrapes and pock marks on the hull of the Final Rest. "The Chaos Marines especially."

"There are chaos marine tanks?!" the Nucian exclaimed.

Conwynn's deep laugh sounded out "A few less than there used to be."

"Come on people, We don't want to miss the party, Get those buggies lashed down, in your seats in 5 minutes" Elanor yelled, watching as her squad pushed the last buggie into it's spot on the deck.

They laseh the vehicle to the deck with chains before taking up positions on the drop seats lining the sides of the ship, Harnesses were pulled down from the walls, sealing each meber of the squad and there support crew into their seats.

The dropship rumbled to life, gliding out of the hanger bay and along past the bulk landers, al making there way down to the surface. It plunged into the atmosphere on a trail of fire, it's frame shuddering as it started to heat up.

Inside the dropship everybody was talking and joking, until one of the support crew threw up all over his harness.

"HEY, look everybody, a drop virgin, how you feeling, feels good doesn't it" someone shouted, and everybody laughed

the dropship came floating down to the ground on a cloud of dust and smoke, it's ramp lowered and the frist of the stormtroopers crshed down the ramp, rolling the buggies out into the dirt of the landing field, a couple of chimeras towing fuel trailers came out last, they arrange themselves in formation, before Ellanor apperaed in front of them

"IN FORMATION, NOW!" she barked, and the squad moved into two rows in front of her, "Jump, Drop and Jiggle, you know the drill"

the troopers dropped to the ground and jumped back up again, listening for any rattles which were quickly silenced.

Nikev looked out among the bay of the ship as the Nucian's moved to their assigned drop pods. "Sir," called his adjutant from behind him, "Its time to load onto the drop pod." "Thank you, I'll be down in a minute." Nikev turned back to the view and watched as the soldiers boarded one last time before he turned and walked down to his transport. "All ready back here." He reported to the pilot who affirmed and began to lift off.

As the drop ships landed on the planet, Nikev departed with the adjutant. "First off, lets start with our troops in the barracks." As the adjutant led him to the barracks with the instructions he was given, activity was high with soldiers and workers setting up base camp. The most activity was from the barracks, from the outside the woots and hollers of soldiers ready to get back into a fight could be hear from very far away. As Nikev entered the barrack, Private Salmoq strolled by with a hefty drink in his hand, only to be taken smoothly by the commissar.

"NIKEV!" he shouted in surprise, his voice and the name of a commissar being mentioned caused everyone to stop and stare toward the interruption. "I don't know why you stopped," NIkev began, "I think I'll take this and say I never saw this tom-follery." He finished with a sly smile and a quick swig of the drink. The barracks immediately burst back into the exciting activity that had occupied it earlier.

"I think it'd be best to learn about our Fluvian allies Commissars." Nikev suggested to his adjutant.

Ezreal stood on top of the hills. Looking at the firey swipes coming down from the skys. It was a spectacular view.
One he had missed for far too long. The Emperor truly was great, as his heart filled with pride. Memories of past victories
put a smile on Ezreals face. After looking for over an hour, he turned around. Looking at the basecamp.
Reality took his brain over. He could never leave this place, not after the taint had even affected him. He didn't want this.
The right thing to do would be to reprtit to the Nucians and wait for the Emperors mercy.

But he couldn't, the urge to stay alive was to great. Ezreal hoped the Emperor would forgive him as he strawled of the hill.
He walked trough the muddy paths of the basecamp. "Would it be to much to ask for some nice dry paths?" he asked himself.
"Commissar, you are needed in the medical area." Ezreal lokked at he guardsmen Warts filling his face.
He had seen worse. He nodded and followed the lowly soldier. The fear in the mans face filled Ezreals heart. Somethings
were still normal.

Arrived at the correct location, the medic walked towards him. "Follow me, commisar" he said.
In the back of the chamber he opened a curtain. A foul beast was chained to the table. "What happened?"
"I have no idea" the madic said. Ezreal studied the foul thing that once was human, was this wath would happen to
all of them. He prayed not.

" If you see others excecute and bury them, If the reinforcments see this, we're going to be in big trouble.
He pulled out his bolt pistol. "Purge the unclean" he whispered as he pulled the trigger.
Ezreal closed the curtain. "Dispose of him quick." the medic signed two men to take care of it.
"Can i help you commisar?" The medic asked. Ezreal nodded and pulled his upperclothes of.

Tiny bone spikes riddled acros his back. "Pull them out." Ezreal commanded.
The pain was unbearable.

(thanks halo looking frwrd to it)

IC:....

Rev'ex descended a broken and twisted flight of stairs into his subterranean chambers, in his head a chorus of glorious screams...the very walls of the structure a twisting canopy of color and sound..faces leered from the stone seeming to writhe in agony as he passed.

" Glorious" Rev'ex sighed with delight as he absorbed the sensations around him.

Entering the lower chambers,Rev'ex smiled upon seeing his newest acquisition,a young man..a follower of the despised False Emperor was bound to an upright rack...his flesh practically unmarried...smooth and vibrant,the fear in the mans eyes...intoxicating.

The chamber Rev'ex stood in was designated as an interrogation area...Rev'ex frowned slightly...though his pleasures had been great in this room...Had he ever actually integrated anyone?...Rev'ex grinned wider..dismissing such useless thoughts...through the flesh...the blood...the cries for mercy..Rev'ex had gained immeasurable knowledge....and delight.

Rev'ex approached the bound man,releshing the way he trembled and lightly slid the tip of one clawed finger slowly across the terrified mans chest opening a swallow wound.

The man screamed and Rev'ex closed his eyes in ecstasy,savoring the torrent of profanity the man begin to yell.

Rev'exs grin widened and he leaned to face the man,flaying his cheek open with a taloned carres " We shall grow together brother..." Rev'ex hissed.

The man howled as Rev'ex claws removed one of his bulging eyes in a quick delicate gesture.

Rev'ex snaked his tongue over the blood slick tips of his claws and shuddered in anticipation at the joys to come.

A fanged smile split his features as his hand fell to his whip,releasing it from his belt and uncoiling it with slow grace.

" Yes my Brother..." Rev'ex hissed again " Your pleasures shall be mine."

Rev'ex deftly cracked the barbed whip,shredding the mans side to the bone,his joy rising at the sight of the beautiful crimson pouring from the writhing mans wounds.

Rev'ex lapped at the blood on the whip slowly,his eyes closing again as he took in the wondrous sensations...this plaything was strong....his joys would last for hours...maybe days.

Rev'ex opened his eyes again and smiled....the man...staring into those red eyes screamed the scream of the damned.

(very nice FITZZ) (ic) Across the plains of the world comes the sound of a chorus of wails, all in perfect tune and harmony, yet dischordant in thier utter abandonous shreaking. The sound grows louder to the ears of the guardsmen, those who are veterans of the planet, the Fluvians, shake in fear as the demented wailing approaches, but the Nucians the newcomers to the siege laugh at the Fluvians, "Weaklings", "The siege has dulled their bravery"...

Interspersed inside the wailing harmonics is the sound of decadent yells of pure pleasure, joy and elation at thier most refined form, the Nucians look to this source of amazing joy juxtaposed with the horror of the wails.

What they see amazes them, a trio of bikers are carrering across the planes, their speed so great that the grass ignites beneah them as they pass and is then put out by the air vacuum that follows in thier wake. The wailing comes from the bike of the leader, a streamlined form hunched over his bike, pure joy enhanching the Slaanesh blessed features of his form. Behind him a banner, perfect in shape where instead it should be tattered from the whipping motion its material makes, as the bikers tear across the planes. On its surface is a symbol that strikes nameless terror into the hearts of the Nucians, they drop to the ground, praying to the Emporer to save them from the horror in thier minds, and slowly, they realize that thier prayers are being answered, but not by the Emporer. The whispers of deamonettes enter their minds, image of sinuous forms, unnamable save for the joy in their prescence and the great sadness in their passing.

The Fluvians seeing the danger, come out of the barracks in which they wee hiding and drag their erstwhile allies inside, to be saved from the entrancing horror and beauty of the Herald of Slaanesh.

Tyranic Marta and his two friends are heedless of the disruption they cause as they carrer in grat circles around the Chaos fortress. Finally they turn for the tower, making short work of the distance between them and their current home.

Only long after the terrifing biker has passed do the Fluvians and their allies dare step outside again.

Gra'ksirra sighed heavily, his whole body shuddering from the effort. Carefully, The huge Daemon reached up to his beak, and daintily removed the reading glasses. With a look of extreme resignation, he opened a small pouch tied to a cord on his tabbard, and dropped them inside. Looking back around, his head, balanced on the long neck turned to look at the nearest sorceror. The marine was tall, and cloaked in a flowing purple robe, which covering most of the mans' impressive armour. The Psyker stank of oils and incense.

Gra'ksirra, then turned to look at the other summoner. Whereas the first was bedecked in fine silks, and lustrous pearls, the second Sorcerers armour was simplistic, a plain grey robe covering practically standard power armour. Either this marine had recently seen the truth in the lies, or he did not believe in imagery.

His tale would be interesting to follow.

In a voice of dried parchment, and ancient years, the Lord of Change addressed his summoners with the air of one who was not at their beck or call, nor in the way of one who assumed power over people.

"So... for what reason have I been summoned to the mortal plain? And which date and time are we at, if you please?"

The sorcerer of slaanesh, a believer in lavish and sumptuous beauty responded first.

"Daemon, you have been summoned here today to give us your wisdom. You are bound to us, and you shall do as commanded!"

With a flourish the sorcerer swung his staff to the fore, as if holding a cross in front of a vampire, keeping the Daemon at bay. Gra'ksirra's feathers ruffled slightly. The power in the magic used was significant, but the marine himself seemed inexperienced in the ways of summoning. He was relying on the power in his staff to keep him at bay. The lord of change idly brought his hand up to his ribs, and scratched at the thick linen bandaging bound to his chest.

"Tell me, what do you need council upon?"

The second Sorcerer spoke.

"We are besieged my lord, and time itself if against us. Reinforcements have arrived, and soon, our defences may fall."

The great beak nodded, and Gra'ksirra waved his hand for the Traitor to continue.

"And you want the aid of me to help you escape the trouble you find yourselves in?"

"Yes."

An odd cawing laugh echoed out through the summoning chamber. The traces of a smile crossed the bird Daemons face.

"Very well, I shall lend my recommendations to you."

(edit my char to call biking at extreme speeds his hobby)

BIC:...

Rev'ex smiled and drew the whip back once again,savoring the moment before the lash bit deeply into the shrieking mans flesh once more.
Rev'ex frame quiverd in a spasm of unbridled ecstasy as the follower of the Corpse God pleaded for mercy.

" Stop ?" Rev'ex smilled tilting his head and licking the blood from his whip " Little Brother...I've only begun..." he sighed again fully enjoying the anticipation of the next carraress of his whip upon the mans flesh.

The Chamber door banged open and an figure clad in Ornate Purple Armour stepped inside.

" My apologizes for disturbing you my Commander" The Marine spoke "But your presence is urgently requested."

Rev'ex glared at his subordinate for a moment then sighed. " Very well..."

Rev'ex walked slowly towards the bleeding Guardsman,dabbing the blood from his pouring wounds and licking the tips of his taloned fingers.

" I must leave you for a time my Brother" Rev'ex smiled slicing the mans ear off as he spoke with a delicate flick of one razor sharp finger " But be joyous in the knowledge of my impending return."

The Guardsman screams were cut off as Rev'ex forced a glowing spiked orb into the mans mouth,shattering his teeth and splitting his tongue in half.

" Now..what is it that is so urgent ?" Rev'ex said as he turned to follow the other Marine out of the chamber,sorely longing to return to the thrashing form behind him.

After docking his bike in its burst chamber Tyranic Marta walks through the corridors of the great tower, listening to the screams of the guardsman in the deep chambers, his enhanced hearing picking up the delecate strains of fear and still the resistance of those with faith in a false god. Tyranic pauses for a moment appreciating the skill of the torturer as the guardsman begins to plead with impassioned crys for mercy.

When the pleading is interspersed with anouther scream which is then cut off, Tyranic continues on his way, as he passes the door to the deep chambers he sees Re'vex ascending the stairs with a subordinate.

"Greetings Re'vex I laud your appreciation of the finer arts of greeting our guests in this fortress, that man will remember your hospitality for a long time. May i ask where you go? Interupting your fun in this manner?"

BIC:...

" Ahhh Tyranic" Rev'ex nodded at his comrade " Returned from the Hunt I see...I hope you found it as satisfying as my recent pursuits have been for me." Rev'ex slowly licked a trace of blood from this gauntlet.
" Indeed" Tyranic replied " Most satisfying"

" Good" Rev'ex said with a small hiss " Please...accompany me...it would seem my presence is required by our Exalted Sorceress for purposes as of yet unknown to me...But certainly your presence would be welcomed as well.

Tyranic nodded as the two followed the Marine through the fortress hallways towards the Sorcerers chambers.

Earl walked out of his quarters, lighting a Lho-stick.

"Sarge!" a voice came from behind him

Earl turned around, facing a younger solder named Johnny. He had been unlucky when it came to mutations, he had grown a second ear on his cheek, and had fanged teeth. Grinweed was his only escape from his reality.

"You got the stuff on you?" he asked

"Not for you, Johnny." Earl said firmly.

"Come on, man, just once today. Please." Johnny pleaded

"Step off, John. You aren't getting any, ever again. Not after you stole from me." Earl said, sliding his hand down to his pistol.

"No man! Don't do this to me!" Johnny said, taking out a knife. "Please, don't make me. Just give me it" he pleaded

"Emperor Protects" Earl said

"No!" Johnny screamed as he lunged.

Earl caught him at the wrist, and sent a powerful elbow to his chin, knocking him to the floor.

"God damn Chaos. It corrupted your whole mind." Earl said in frustration

Johnny just cried on the ground.

"I'm sorry, Johnny. Find salvation in death" Earl said.

(creepy srsly creepy) (ic) Tyranic falls in step beside Re'vex, and speaks to him in a low bass, "the prisoner must be nearly spent, from the sounds of the screams you were iliciting, do you wish me and my brothers to... aquire.. you a new subject?" Tyranic grins slightly, "Or is it your skill now that you can create such beautiful music and still have the subject in a fit state for a preformance?"

Final Rest growled as the engine revved to life, a deep throaty roar which reverberated throughout the cabin. Grunthin stood in the cupola, looking back at the line of Nucian tanks. He gave the hand signal for the rest of the column to start up.

The air shook as engines fired up and turbines span up to speed. Grunthin could hear that all the tanks had started - his experienced ears could even distinguish one tank with a slight misfire, however, he waited for the signal to come in that everyone was ready before ordering Erlag to move forwards.

Babysitting the Nucians was not his idea of a great use of his tank and crew but he had still volunteered for the duty because he knew that if he helped positioned the new armour it would be done properly.

He tuned his headset in to the Nucian armour frequency and monitored their chatter for a while, wincing at their lack of radio discipline. He would mention it to their commander when they arrived - no sense broadcasting and letting the Chaos forces know where he was and what he was doing, or in ruffling the Nucian feathers by publicly rebuking them.

He triggered his intercom "Erlag, take us over to the Western section."

"Western section, aye".

BIC:...

Rev'ex laughed lightly at Tyranics inquiry " Oh my friend...new subjects are always a welcome addition." Rev'ex smiled " Though the art of saviouring the single subject...the prolonged ...joys of the voice made to sing over days...weeks..."Rev'ex shuddered with delight " That...is bliss...the...ecstacy of extending a single mans song...preserving the canopy of music that issue from his very deepest chambers...ahhh...true joy."
Tyranic laughed " And beautiful music you do make Rev'ex...I shall endeavour to keep you richly supplied with the instruments you require."
Rev'ex smile widened as he became lost in dreams of flesh and the whip.

(ic) Let us find out what the sorceror wishes of us, then we may continue with this idea.. the soft bass of his chuckle reverberates creepily around the corridors

Kelthad had watched the troopships landing from the command center of the Tall Towers. It sat high above the walls to afford the Bastion Commander sight of the battleground at all times. The Basion Commander still had the view of the surrounding terrain, but his head was mounted upon a stake that sat in front of the commander's chair.

Kelthad had seen to it that the previous commander's mind would be permanantly hardwired into the bastion's defense network along with the daemonic spirits he introduced to the systems. Kelthad stood, staff at his side, and watched as the troopships began to lift off.

"Another regiment most likely..." Kelthad mused behind his grotesque mask shaped into the visage of a bird, "not much, but they are earlier than I expected."

The screams of the damned souls of the bastion surrounded Kelthad, each one crying for release to their precious corpse god. Kelthad enjoyed the shower of screams daily and seemed to be reuvenated by them. His plans were going according to plan despite the slight hiccup with the earlier reinforcement of the loyalist forces, but it would just mean he would have to work faster.

Kelthad brought up purple avatars up upon the glass in front of him and watched as they carried out the previous two assaults for his personal viewing. After watching the paths the assaults took Kelthad charted them on a map and planned the third assault, he would need to make sure that it lined up just right...

...............................

In the basement more sorcerors were being trained to replace those sacrificed to summon the greater daemon. It had strained Kelthad's resources greatly, but it would most likely pay off in the long run seeing as though information was worth more than 1,000 heretics under his command. Kelthad began to muse if he had gone through 1,000 heretics and grinned as he tallied it to 12,000. But enough distraction he would use his underlings to deal with the weekly chores of dealing with the spirits that now inhabited the bastion. They would help prevent an invasion whether or not they wanted to, they would be under his complete control when the time.

At the moment his lessers would be conversing with the demon, unaware of his overall plan. He would plan his attacks and then meet the demon for himself, hopefully able to hide his true intentions behind the walls of his mind and behind the psychic barrier in his mask. It wouldn't be easy to trick an old and wise demon but he would have to try or try to try. It was a mad idea even for his standards and an incredible gamble. If he passed he would be able to carry out his plans unmolested, if he failed he would have to banish the the damned thing and try another method. He had five plans altogether now, the one involving the demon was the easiest and least time consuming. He was working on his alternate with the planned attacks just in case he couldn't get the greater demon to go along with his idea.

"Almost a year and none of your plans have reached fruition." a voice mocked Kelthad.

"Ah, Trintus..." Kelthad continued to lay out the plan of his next attack, "I remember banishing you to the warp. What brings you here?"

"Your failure." Trintus continued to mock the sorceror.

"Last time I checked I'm up by two banishings, don't make me make it three." Kelthad warned.

OOC:...

At this point I must admit to being a bit uncertain as to my next RP
My basic concept is that Tyranis and Rev'ex will be asked/commanded to take their forces to halt the Imperial advances...perhaps with some special objectives tossed in by Gra'ksirra.

(sounds good, im game)

@Karon, you either mean second set of ears, or third ear, right?

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BIC:

Ellanor steped into the tent hanging form the wings of the dropship, they had decided to pitch there bacuase it was one of the only flat areas of land left, and was relativly close to the officers tents compared to the rest of the Nucians, The squad was set up in a rough circle in the dark. they're rebreathers on, good, the Fluvians were wearing theirs so they obviously knew something recon doesn't. She pulled the holoprojector out of the gauntlet of her armour and tossed it on the floor, it lit up in a flickering view of the bastion and the surrounding area.

"Right, listen up, command say's we're going in soon, so use this map, it's the area before they started the shelling, most of the interior plans will still be relevent but disregard the exterior, I've sent one of the support crews, with the long range picter up to the hill where they keep the artillery, they should be back with fresh shots within the hour, once we know what to do we might be needed imediatly, so. be. ready.

She pulled her helmet back on the rebreather locking perfectly into the front and completing the seal before she stepped back outside, the Visor automaticly compensated for the harsh light and she headed over into the Fluvian lines to see what their new allies were like. She was tired of the cables of her Lasgun getting in the way so she clamped it to the side of her powerpack, and carried on her way, waving in amongst the maze of tents and trying not to draw atention to herself.