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[USEC_OFFICER]

"Shit. Is there anyone here who actually has a good reason for heading to the gates? Because it's starting to sound to me like we could solve all of our problems by just beating up enough assholes and taking all of their stuff."

[Praefectus Screptum]

"Not exactly, we are a large group and to get a decent life around here we do need plenty of gold. Plus, I am not sure what else the gate CAN do, all I heard was about power and gold...But I am sure it can do more, I simply don't have anything else in mind besides having a peaceful life."

[Chevaleresse]

"I'm simply investigating the tales of monsters. If I should happen to fall into fortune along the way, so be it. I'm certain I can find a good use for it."

[Praefectus Screptum]

"Guess you got your wish before reaching the gates, considering we already encountered a bunch of monsters."

[Chevaleresse]

"That much is true, certainly. Hopefully we can find a way to eliminate them - and ensure the more benign beings we've encountered remain unmolested." He nods toward the Dullahan.

[Praefectus Screptum]

CHAPTER 7: UNWANTED GUESTS

After saying good bye to the Dullahan, the group moved forward without Yvain who chose to stay behind to assist Mernid. Thankfully the path wasn't dry and full of poison pools like in the Badlands, so at least Sylvinir's border was still safe from those attacks. Or so it seemed.

"Sylvinir, at last! And fresh air too! Feels good to be in a place without poison, sand and monsters!"
Vandertz gestured towards the walls in front of them and a massive gate blocking the entrance to give a brief explanation about the place they were going to visit.
"This is Sylvinir's core city; Crossport. The home of many soldiers and mercenaries, and it also happens to be the birthplace of Avalon; a powerful swordsmaster that passed away a long time ago."
Soon the wyvern rider proceeded to speak while heading towards the gate.
"My parents told me stories about him, apparently Avalon carried a magic shield with him. A shield so powerful that it could make his opponents get hurt just by blocking with it...But nobody knows what happened to the shield, or now that I think about it, I am not even sure if they know how he died. But another thing I know is that Crossport is famo-"

With them standing right in front of the gate,  the party was greeted with countless soldiers on top of the walls pointing crossbows at them.
"STATE YOUR BUSINESS, MAGGOT!"
"...Yeah, famous for having a lot of crossbowmen."

[Caellath]

Spoiler: Before (click to show/hide)

"I know something non-gold related I could ask for." Lycan said after taking off his tiny glasses. "Some good magical resistance so I could fight off spellslingers way better. My armor only cooks me better when it comes to that." he said with a grin.

"Talking about my armor, how about a chat? I have some ideas for a few modifications on mine, and I could help too." he told the dullahan, posing as if to show off his physical fitness.

"Ahahaha, are they always this nice to visitors? I just can't handle all the hospitality."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Times like these make me wish we all carried tower shields so we could turtle up. Maybe we should go back and get some crates, take out the bottom panel, and then just kinda walk in while hiding under them."

[Praefectus Screptum]

"Not really, this is the first time I see them doing that, clearly something is going on. That or they decided to beat Terrania in bad manners."

[Caellath]

"A crate's bottom wouldn't be of much use against bolts."

[Chevaleresse]

"Perhaps I should speak? Most don't think ill of wandering healers."

[SeriousConcentrate]

The tiny Kat jumped up and cuffed Lycan on the back of the head, knowing full well he probably wouldn't even feel it.

"Not like that, Lycan! We take out the bottom panel so we can be in the crates and still walk."

[Caellath]

"That still sounds kinda silly, Kat. Who'd do it? Maybe it'd work for you 'cause you're this tiny."

"And sure, Ociel."

[Sirus]

Gordon sighs and steps forward, holding out his healing staff and trusting his armor to keep him safe if needed.

: "Hail, Crossport! We be travelers, just hopin' ta put our feet up for ta night. We dun want any trouble."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Many great thieves have used that trick! You'd be surprised how many places you can sneak into with just a prepped crate."

Kat again posed, a thumb to her chest and her other hand on her hip.

"Even I've gotten it to work before!"