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[Haspen]

//*grumble

With two strikes the Sentry was down.

Hit: 131-43 = 87
Hit roll: 6, hit!
Damage: 33-13 = 20dmg

Valor strikes again!
Hit: 131-43 = 87
Hit roll: 88, miss!

Valor attacks once more!
Hit: 131-43 = 87
Hit roll: 60, hit!
Damage: 33-13 = 20dmg

Spoiler: Spoiler (click to show/hide)

PCs:
Seyena Inara: 24/40 Carrying: Hector Inara
Valor Inara: 33/43 Poison (4/5)

Allies:
Hector Inara: 15/15 Carried by: Seyena Inara
Jasmine: -/36 3/3

Pullborg's Group:
Pullborg: -1/52
Rogue A: -/31
Rogue B: -19/31
Rogue C: -17/31
Sentry A: 35/35
Sentry B: -5/35
Bandit A: -8/40
Bandit B: -35/40
Bandit C: -35/40
Bandit D: 15/40
Bandit E: -13/40
Bandit F: -20/40
Bandit G: -/40
Cutthroat A: -2/38
Cutthroat B: 0/38
Cutthroat C: -4/38
Cutthroat D: -49/38
Cutthroat E: -18/38
Trickster A: -28/32
Trickster B: -28/32
Conjujor: -10/28

[Gamerboy4life]

Seyena holds Hector tight, facing him away from the fight. She then equips her brave lance, and moves to 15, 11 and gives the sentry a good few clonks on the head with the blunt end, because she's not gon stab a fool with her kid in hand

[Haspen]

Hit: 130+10+15+5-10-43 = 107, autohit!
Damage: 30+1-13 = 18dmg

Seyena strikes once more!
Hit: 130+10+15+5-10-43 = 107, autohit!
Damage: 30+1-13 = 18dmg

~~Enemies Turn!~~

The lone bandit peeked inside, noticed the corpses, and bravely ran outside.

~~Allies Turn!~~

Jasmine is dea-

~~Epilogue Chapter A Complete!~~

[Blade Master Model 42]

""...I think that's the last of them. Let's get to Ilya and go home." Valor casually flicked his blade, clearing off the majority of the blood. He could clean it more thoroughly once his family was home.

[Haspen]

And so, Valor Inara the manliest of husbands, returned home with his family intact and their kidnappers fiercely punished. However, they didn't learn, nor they will ever learn, who Jasmine truly was... but that didn't bother Inaras as they had to prepare for the coming of second child; cute little girl they named Priscilla.

~~Epilogue Chapter B~~

Extreme Mystery Solving

"Courier's Rest", a roadside Inn near Menelea/Berebia border
Four months after death of Prixima Kesselring

Courier's Rest was bustling with activity as it always was. With Berebians and Meneleans signing - finally - a long-term peace treaty, the borders were once more open and safe for passage. Merchants, couriers, refugees and soldiers came across the borders, to return home, or visit stranded families, or conduct business.

It was late afternoon - Raquel went upstairs, given the key to a small, one-bed room that she and Derick were going to spend night in. Derick was having a delicious, spicy stew and a mug of wine, apparently brewed by the elderly innkeeper himself - a tall, battle-scarred man with impressive beard and shiny bald head.

Derick was finishing a meal when a scrawny-looking youth with stubble came up to his table. The eyes of the young guy looked Derick over and he snorted.

"Yer name is Derick? Ye do swordfightin'?" He scratched his nose a little.

//Derick is in!

[Furtuka]

Derick looked up from his meal with a friendly smile.

"Yep and yes I do. Why'd you ask?" he replied, tapping on the hilt of the sword strapped to his back.

[Haspen]

"Err, there be that guy outside who wanna talk with ye. He said he will be waitin' near da stables, that'sa behind the inn, and ye gotta come alone, he said. Ye watch out for him, man." The youth snorted.

"That guy wearin' some noble cloak and fancy armor so I bet he be aristocrat and they always screw up nice travelers ya know what I'm sayin?" He grinned, showing his teeth, including three holes in-between them, and extended his palm, open, toward Derick.

"Coin for da messenger?"

[Furtuka]

"Huh? Oh yeah, sure."

Derick dug around in the pocket of his coat before pulling out a couple spare coins and dropping it in the boy's hand.

"Thanks for letting me know."

He got up and began walking over to the stables before stopping for a moment and spinning on heel to face the other way.

"...I should probably let Raquel know about this first. I promised not to get into trouble."

Derick went upstairs and knocked on the door to their room.

"Raquel? You in there?"

[Haspen]

//Yeah yeah, Raquel Torriani is in! The room as well, heh.

[Culise]

Raquel looked up from the luggage, where she had been unpacking what they'd need for the night.  They both preferred to travel light, but the long trip from Ys to Menelea had required that they both be ready for anything. 
"Ah, yes, Derick?  I'm almost done; I'll be out in a moment."

[Furtuka]

"Oh take your time. I just came up to let you know there's some noble looking guy outside who apparently wants me to talk to him alone. I'm uh, just making sure you know ahead of time to be ready in case something happens."

[Culise]

"Ah, I see."  Her hand strayed to the book beside her, the same as that which she had been given so long ago.  Picking it and her other spells up, she opened the door.  "I shall wait in the common area, near the door.  If anything goes wrong, I will be there alongside you."

[Furtuka]

"Alright, that's good to hear."

"uh.."

He leaned in and gave her a small kiss on the cheek.

"Well I'll uh see you soon."

Derick turned around and went downstairs and out the building to go meet with the so called noble

[Haspen]

A man in dark blue armor, brilliant red cloak and purple hair was standing near the stables' doors. He was leaning against a silvery halberd. He noticed Derick approach and halted him, raising his free hand up.

"Before I tell you why I summoned you here, young man," He spoke in confident manner with rather stern yet not harsh, voice. "You have to answer three simple questions."

"First: Are you Derick, the swordmaster?"

[Furtuka]

"Yep! That's me."