Tradok grabs the man by the shoulders and pulls him out of the rubble.
The man is unconscious, but alive. Upon closer inspection, his armor appears to be of some sort of reptilian hide. He has a very large sword strapped to his back. Turning him over reveals a rather impressive close-cropped beard framing an angular face, with shoulder-length, greyish-brown hair. He looks to be of early middle age at the most.
You hear some sort of commotion outside.
Nix continues following the men.
You follow them for quite a while. They stop for a moment here and there; judging by what small mumblings of speech you can hear, it sounds like they're tracking something. They must have some hell of a tracker with them; the ground under your feet is covered in marks facing in all directions, along with a fair share of miscellaneous debris.
Eventually, they stop entirely. You hear growled orders between the men. For the first time, you can make out a clear voice without the indiscernible foreign accent; somebody with a clear Elvish accent is with them.
"...This is the only place he could be. I'm sure of it.""Yeh've dun well. 'Ere's yer payment."You hear something loud and clanking being tossed.
"Thank you. I will be taking my leave now.""I 'oubt 'at, sonny-boy.""Wh--what do you mean?""'E can't 'ave any 'itnesses, if yeh catch my drift."If you intend to do anything about this, now is the time.
Kira takes a moment to pray for the departed, kneeling in the middle of the room. Naralis Analor, please guard these poor souls on their journey into the afterlife...
After that, she continues on. She will continue later, when she knows she and any survivors are safe.
Where do you intend to go?
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Topic: Domurinn: An Open-World Adventure (D&D 3.5 IC) (Read 13931 times)