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"You're facing the right direction, but you're still walking with your eyes closed. What you're forgetting is who you used to be, tangent."
Brier
Brier pours mana into the light orb, but just barely manages to avoid overflow. It's a bit too bright, but it's nothing worth fussing about. As he walks, Brier jots down notes on any particularly worthwhile veins of ore.
The cave seems fairly straightforward, there are no real twists or turns. There are a few sudden drops in elevation, but it looks like the cave itself used to be a construct all its own, most likely a mine. There are a few ancient dwarf constructs to be found, though they seem to be pre-history, making them almost entirely worthless, unless there was a way to revive them. Regardless, Brier presses on.
He eventually stumbles upon a large fortress. The markings seem familiar, something Brier had seen in the history books as a child. After nearly losing the thought, it suddenly hits Brier. This is the lost fortress of the first Urist clan!
Forrel de Yahmiz special
Forrel asks the villagers about the whereabouts of Johnny, but to no avail. They all say he's moved from where he was when he first arrived. He turns to the guild after a suggestion by a farmhand, and the guild does him one better. They give Forrel all of the information they have on his location, and offer to pay triple the original bounty if Forrel brings Johnny in dead and decapitated. Apparently this Johnny fellow is a repeat offender, and the guild has wanted him taken care of for years.
Forrel gathers his medical supplies, leaves Luren with Tince, and heads off. After a while of wandering through the woods, Forrel eventually spots the hut Johnny moved to. The man in question seems to be there, but asleep. Forrel stops to plan.
Veranus Tigerclaw
Veranus resolves to get through without any violence, to avoid harm to the egg. She secures her hold over it, and jumps a few branches. There are no problems until she's directly over the slavers. Veranus couldn't afford to jump so hastily anymore, and would need to plan. She gently moves around the tree, but one of the slavers spots her out of the corner of his eye. One pulls out a bow and shoots an arrow. Had Veranus not used her arm to shield it, the egg most certainly would have been skewered by the attack.
With an arm temporarily out of commission, Veranus would have to think fast.
Veranus places the egg in an area the archers wouldn't be able to reach, and jumps down. She's met with another arrow, to her leg this time. Veranus grabs her spear and rushes into the crowd, jumping onto one of the slavers, stabbing right through his skull. She jumps off and takes out the archer that got her arm. An arrow to the right shoulder quickly removes any use she'd have of the spear. Veranus breaks the spear into a more functional dagger. Weapons can be replaced, but it's useless if she dies here.
She stabs into the back of one of the tougher looking slavers, and forces her dagger to cut a large gash. She pulls the dagger out and throws it into the skull of a slaver. A knife finds its way into her sides, and she greets the attackers with a knife to the throat.
Veranus takes another few arrows in the back, and her vision begins to fade. She can feel the egg calling out to her. Veranus falls to the ground. She knows she's dying, but the egg is her last thing in the entire world. She at least wants to see it before she falls.
Veranus gets back up, and makes for the tree. A slaver pulls her down, and she claws his eyes out. A burst of red flames suddenly surrounds Veranus, and she realizes that it's the egg trying to protect her. She feels lighter, and that dreaded feeling leaves her.
With her major wounds healed by the flames, Veranus takes a stand in front of the tree. She had rarely used magic for much of anything, but this time she had little choice. Her spear was broken into a knife, and that knife itself is breaking. She calls on the illusions of the forest to throw the slavers off while she prepares a spell.
The spell combined the rock, water, and fire schools of magic. One of which she had never even successfully used before. She almost destroys her arm trying to cast the water spell into the mix, but after a few hours of trying to conjure it, the spell is complete. The illusion held up well, and she lets it down. Another of those bloody archers gives her an arrow to the chest, but Veranus still gets the spell off, pouring a large dose of lava on the attackers. She cuts the end of the arrow off, but leaves the rest in to keep from bleeding. Veranus passes out.
Cicatrix Greywood Greenflower
Cicatrix adds a leafy carriage to her golem. She was going to go to the village, and she was intent on doing it without getting any rain on her.
She sets out, and feels a change in the landscape. The drones report a number of mudslides, but nothing that would get in her way. The trip to the village is rather pleasant. Cicatrix enjoyed rain, even if it was potentially lethal. The cool breeze, the lack of any scents, it was quite a fine thing. It doesn't take long to reach the village, but an attempt to find any corpses worth digging up yields nothing. Absolutely every corpse is weaker than the three she brought. The butcher yields better results, but not by much. He doesn't have any whole animals, and refused to offer any of the meat off of this harvest. Apparently the rain made them have to stop hunting early. How bothersome.
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