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[Egan_BW]

"Do you think this will stop me?"

Throw dagger at one of the mages, then acrobatics past the forwards guards to stab the other one. Fuck magic.

[MidnightJaguar]

Barbar smiles as he begins to sweep his huge sword around, slashing it into the outreached swordsmen.

[Devastator]

Pretend to be weak from dehydration and exhaustion, then stab the first man who comes to finish me off.

Throw dagger at one of the mages, then acrobatics past the forwards guards to stab the other one. Fuck magic.

Barbar smiles as he begins to sweep his huge sword around, slashing it into the outreached swordsmen.

None knew what thoughts ran through the minds of the six cloth-wrapped swordsmen, but they were not cowed by the might of the barbarians.  Rapidly, they spread out to overwrap the ends of the small group, and close in on the aged, teak-hard figure of Niximos the Defiler.

But Niximos is not foreign to this sort of battle, and this was the precise event he was waiting for, them to press close to his feigned weakness.  Swiftly he strikes, one, two, and a man falls.  The next man takes little more effort, with eyes and hand too slow to respond.  It is only the third one who puts up any resistance, managing to parry with his wide scimitar, and is taken only after a brief exchange.

The remaining three were left to face BARBARBARBAR, who towered over the group.  Fear creeped over their faces as they looked at the mighty form looming over them, clutching it's massive sword.  One, two, three strokes there were, and all three men had fallen, great wounds to their heads and chests.  Satisfied, the man raised his gaze to the heavens for a moment of pleasure in the slaughter he had rendered, when his reverie is interrupted by a pinprick.  One was not dead, and had put a blade to that mighty leg.  The last thing the insect would do.

(BARBARBARBAR has taken one wound, and is at 2/3 HP)

Behind the line of men, there were two mages.  Fallen they were, not monsters or beasts, but cruel men who had succumbed to the temptation of the dark arts.  It would never be known what curses they were to render upon the barbarians, for Barbarisan had struck first.  Showing her great skill and might in arms, she had silenced one with a dagger to the throat, and spitted the second on her spear.  The two mages were dead, one bubbling with a throat full of blood, one with heartsblood oozing around the oaken spear-shaft.

The plaza next to the artisian well is free of enemies.

[NRDL]

"As expected, careless and soft."

After cautiously tasting from the well, if it's safe, take a deep drink. Then head further inwards to the palace.

[S34N1C]

"Damn, late to the party."

Jakob enters and helps loot the dead.

[Egan_BW]

"Not much of a fight."

Refill my waterskin from the well.

[Devastator]

After cautiously tasting from the well, if it's safe, take a deep drink. Then head further inwards to the palace.

Jakob enters and helps loot the dead.

Refill my waterskin from the well.

The well, fueled by mountain snowmelt, loses some of it's purity in the small, dark chamber where it emerges once again from the earth.  The taste is somewhat earthy.  Nevertheless, it is more than sufficient after the long desert hike.  The fighters emerge from the building, to find Jakob busy examining the corpses.  In his hand, there is a small onyx sculpture of a kingfisher bird.

The victors continue travelling to their destination, the palace.  It is in a more prosperous districts, with numerous larger structures more generously spaced apart, some with small walls or decorated frescos, as well as rooftop solars for enjoyment of the cool night air.

The palace is somewhat lonely, with a small, fifteen foot high wall surrounding, and a wide bare zone outside the wall.  The gates, made of imported wood in this treeless desert, are closed against the intruders.

[NRDL]

Try to find some of the locals, having a better sense of who lives inside the palace would be useful. The locals should provide some information. Or else.

[Askot Bokbondeler]

king crow retcons having taken a dead guardians outfit for disguise and tries to find a weakness in the palaces defenses, so he can sneak inside in the night and open the gate
"i might need a distraction, who amongst my peers would take the suicidal glory?"

[NJW2000]

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Name: Urs the Shieldsplitter

Description: Urs is a man of middling build and great strength. Bald, his prominent forhead is misshapen and scarred. He wears only chainmail leggings and boots. When in combat, he moves with an unusual, stooped gait that is quickly explained by his fighting style.

Your chosen weapon type: Urs is unlike other men. His skull is furnshed with layers of bone thicker and stronger than steel plate, capable of smashing wood and bone with ease. He is capable of headbutting stones so hard they crack, and can bend metal with repeated blows. Urs will even parry weapons with his skull, no longer noticing the slight cuts and scratches.

Urs fights with his head.

Barbarian Strength: 5

Barbarian Cunning: 3

Barbarian Companions: are for cowards

[S34N1C]

Jakob pockets the sculpture, planning to sell it. He goes to find a market so he may do so.

[Egan_BW]

"Planning on sneaking in, Crow? A cowardly action!"

Figure out how the gates are barred, so I can smash the mechanism.

Put my knife where Niximos's mouth is.

[NRDL]

"Cowardice has kept many a wise man alive where idiots decide to be brave. That being said, Crow, if we need a distraction, we can just put the houses here to the torch."

[Egan_BW]

"Said like a man who's too weak to survive being brave."

[NRDL]

"Enjoy your prattling, Barbarisan, while you still have a tongue."