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Rykmar sighed. It was an exhausted, exasperated sound. Now he was even feebler and had a time limit. Negotiations had not gone well. Not well at all.

Waiting for Cria to finish whatever she was doing, if indeed she was busy, he motioned her over, not bothering to get up.

"We have a new mission," he said, his voice sounding far less energetic than he'd intended. "It's very important that we succeed in it. We need to find items of great value to their owners within a little over a day. Can you help me do that?"

He smiled at her, but internally blanched a moment later. It had somehow manifested as the sort of weak, hopeful puppy look he'd expect in reverse, rather than the seductive, motivating one he'd been going for. Had his experiences in Hell really thrown him that off-balance, or was he seriously hoping this mortal twit could somehow save him from the lords of hell and his own weakness?!

While mentally cursing himself for his current string of incompetence internally, he simply brightened his smile on the outside. At this rate of failure, he'd end up in chains where he belonged.


Wait for Cria to finish ash actions, or begin moving towards the fortress if completed. Open Greed's Bag to pass the time.
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The kitchenette mold free, you move on to the pantry. it's nasty in there. The bacon is grazing on the lettuce. The ham is having an illicit affair with the prime rib, The potatoes see all, know all. A rat in boxer shorts smoking a foul smelling cigar is banging on a cabinet shouting about rent money.

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Saren Of Tyria/Micelus
Saren is disgusted and horrified, but she's been well trained-she draws on the power of her magic, sending the call to the Planes...

Spoiler: On Summoning (click to show/hide)

She recalls an obscure sort of Spider-An Assasin Spider, with long necks for killing other spiders. Saren sends out the call, hoping the guild hasn't taken official action yet-and she gets an answer.

A few moments later, there is a *pop*, and the smell of a wet stone walls and fungus, but that fades quickly. In it's place is a large, blocky looking assassin spider. It immediately extends it's neck and rends the large blood spider coming toward Saren...

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Summoned Assassin Spider
Mobility: 0
Reflexes: 2
Power: 0
Intelligence: -4

Armor: 1
Magic Resistance: -1

DF: 100% ()()()()()()()()()()
HP: 100% ()()()()()()()()()()

Effects:
Spider Killer/+1 to all stats against arachnid enemies smaller than itself. Causes fear in sentient Arachnids.
Insect Mind/Feels no emotions, and is immune to fear and morale effects.

Working quickly, she utters the oath of binding-and it becomes solid, anchored to reality.

Cast: Object Summon (medium sized animal) -50% MP
Cast: Conjurers Seal -25% MP


Saren swings her staff around as the horde descends...


Spoiler: combat (click to show/hide)

Saren orders her Assassin Spider to charge into the horde-scattering those in front of her and giving her teammates time to draw their weapons...she manuevers her staff in an spinning arc to deflect the Blood Spiders as they leap at her en masse, grimacing as hot blood rains down-they seem to almost implode as she hits them, and fall in a heap of misshapen limbs. Saren is careful not to get any of it in her eyes or mouth...

Al-Halam brings out his longbow-its made of some sort of softly glowing, pure white wood-and the string is a shaft of pure sunlight. His bows sings and the arrows fly, physically searing a path the beasts and lighting up the night with Holy radiance.

Alithra, the Dark Elf, doesn't pull a weapon-she plucks a string on her lute, sending out a beautiful chord...and a number of spiders simply drop dead where they stand.

"The powers of creation undo you, abominations..." She murmurs.

The Spiders keep coming-Sir Charles and Halbarad try to keep them back from the main group. Saren notices Creek Greek from the corner of her eye, spring into the air, flap his wings for altitude, and drop a veritable storm of feather shaped steel blades down upon the body of the Swarm-whatever they're coated with, it causes the spiders to keel over dead.

The group spends a few terse moments, slashing, crushing and cursing the life of out the twitching pile of gore. Luckily, no one was injured, but it did take a toll on everyones nerves...and everyone is quite messy. Saren plucks a spare eyeball from her shoulder and flicks it away. Eww.

Halbarad speaks first.

"Fine work, all. Especially you conjurer-though, I'd keep an eye on your pet...it seems sick..."

Indeed-the Assassins spider glutted itself, and now it's shuddering quite unhealthily...

"Let's go-they call them swarms for a reason. They'll be more around here, waiting to feed on the dead..."

...

The group moves on. Sir Charles is the first to spot the Elf and the Man-Feleris and Ochita. He points them out with his blade.

"Hold your fire-I know them both. It's Feleris and Ochita..."

Halbarad moves forward to speak with them. The group, two adventurers stronger, continues moving toward his campsite. No one seem to know how, but two women have also fallen in the back-an old one and a young one...she smiles and waves when Saren sees her. Huh.

The trip is fairly quiet-whatever is out there doesn't want to tangle with them tonight. The Dark-Elf Alithra speaks to Saren.

"Conjurer, that was impressive what you did back there...What is the name you go by?"

Spoiler: Inventory and Status (click to show/hide)

Quote from: Combat Pet
Summoned Assassin Spider
Mobility: 0
Reflexes: 2
Power: 0
Intelligence: -4

Armor: 1
Magic Resistance: -1

DF: 100% ()()()()()()()()()()
HP: 100% ()()()()()()()()()()

Effects:
Spider Killer/+1 to all stats against arachnid enemies smaller than itself. Causes fear in sentient Arachnids.
Insect Mind/Feels no emotions, and is immune to fear and morale effects.
Blood Cursed/ ?
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Ochita, Feleris/Tiruin

Ochita and Feleris talk and walk, sharing a ration of fresh potatoes. They both realize how they hunger they are once they start eating, and quickly finish them off.

Consumed: 1xPotato Ration (half each)

They eventually find Halbarad...a strange group-consisting of him, Saren the Lizardman Conjurer, A Dark Elf, a Kenku, A Human with a gleaming longbow and a fully armored Human who doesn't speak. And two women who stick to the back-the old Healer and...her daughter? They certainly act like it.

Other then the two women, the rest of the part  covered in some sort of red slime that looks very nasty, not to mention unhealthy.

They make out Halbarads voice.

"Hold your fire-I know them both. It's Feleris and Ochita..."

Halbarad greets you both warmly.

"Feleris-when I saw that storm, I feared the worst...tell me everything that happened. We should reach my camp in a short time...eh, sorry about the mess on me. Ran into a bunch of Blood Spiders...nasty buggers...none of us were hurt though, and that's a blessing let me assure you..."




Rhogar/Zako

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[2-1]

Modifier:-1 Nighttime]

Rhogar peeks around-hmm, the wall seems pretty solid. He notices it's even been shored up in places, heavy grey bricks filling in gaps of blood red ones. It's clear there's a new master guarding the gates of the Fortress of Blood...in fact, he makes out a few flags adorning the walls-a green base, with red flames stylistically emanating from the head of a Silver eye Dragon. He might get a better look in the morning.

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[1]

Feeling the familiar agitation, he checks the bracelet again, casting into his opponents mind...and reels!

Ouch! It feels like someone slugged him with a pair of iron knuckles-on the inside of his skull. Rhogar hears the Orcs laugher, and his voice through the pain.

"Ha...ha. Khasrach the Mother teach me how to defend myself from you. Did you like that Dragon-Man?"

Rhogar closes the link, mulling over this new development.

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[Toad Sneak 5-1 vs Rhogar Alertness 6]

Rhogar almost doesn't hear the stealthy padding behind him until it's too late. He snap rolls to the side, and hears-and feels-a violent whiplash strike the ground behind him.

As Rhogar regains his feet, he faces his opponent-it's a Froghemoth!

Which is to say, a frog about the size of a wagon-with a hunger to match. It emits a rumbling croak which vibrates the ground around Rhogars feet and plods forward hungrily, drawing it's long, slimy tounge back into it's cavernous maw for another strike...

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Froghemoth
Mobility: 2
Reflexes: 0
Power: 2
Intelligence: -4

Armor: 2
Magic Resistance: -1

DF: 100% ()()()()()()()()()()
HP: 100% ()()()()()()()()()()

Effects:
Stunning Blow/ Consecutive blows have a chance of stunning opponent, giving you an additional, free attack. This can only be done once every five rounds.
Swallow Whole/Stunned opponents can be swallowed whole-competing mobility roll to escape, if failed, leads to a set of competing 1d3 rolls directly against remaining HP for the prey and predator to either escape or be digested...

Spoiler: *Bestiary Updated* (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: Inventory and Status (click to show/hide)
 

Goseki Sakane/Lawastooshort

Goseki knelt down and picked up the needle like Jiang dagger, making it disappear into the fold of her cloak...just like the young to leave supplies behind...

Gained: Jiang Needle Blade
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The Jiang Clan usually design their weapons less precise and more robust than their rivals the Sakane-the Needle Blade is their signature thrown weapon, similiar to a dart, but a good deal heavier. It's more difficult to aim then a Sakane Springblade, but packs more of a punch, and can even bypass armor if it hits the right spot.

She and Jiang Ninja have a stilted, guard conversation...but Goseki feels there may be more to thing young one than she first thought...

When they catch up the party-now seven strong-they keep to the back, silent and unassuming. Apparently no one needs immediate medical attention...but Goseki saw the twisted, diseased forms of the Blood Spiders they left behind. She doesn't like the look of them. Goseki hasn't seen such creatures in the natural world.

The Jiang tries to speak to you again.

"Old Mother, what you said earl..."

But the Kenku Creek-Greek flutters from the head of the group to eye you both. He snaps his beak at them in an almost vicious gesture, but neither of them know what that could really mean.

"Caw...being safe? Who is pretty young friend, Old Woman? Kish da tah?"

Goseki can sense the Jiang Girl tensing near her, very subtly.

Spoiler: Inventory and Status (click to show/hide)


Rykmar/IronyOwl

Cria nods somberly...and if Rykmar were a little more paranoid, he could swear he detects the slightest hint of condescension...

"We'll do whatever we have to do...master."

Then she turns back to her incantations, casting two bags of strange powder-one white, one black-into a circle where she has gathered a pile of ash and bones arranged in a Hexagon shape. An Orc skill lies in the center, a spike driven through it's head. Unlike her ordinary, meek voice, Crias summoning voice is strong and utterly emotionless, without a trace of fear...

Rykmar reaches into the Bag of Greed. It's empty! He looks inside-dumps it out...nothing. Was this supposed to be a moral lesson?

Still puzzled, a half an hour later, Cria does the final set of incantations.

Attendite me vocat, proceres Umbra ..

Peto a te beneficio, et peccator offero in sinistra ut dextra Sanctum sacrificium. Gustate holocausta et gaudere ...

Laudate sempiterna nox ... finis omnium ...

Umbra proceres, in cineres haec forma tollere mors!

Liga ea consilium meum!

Fiant nati trepidus sit amet ... by pallidum Lunae Lumen!


As soon as she finishes, the night goes quiet. Rykmar watches as the death energy is released-small insects tumble out of the sky, and tiny plants wilt and wither on the ground.

[3]

At first, Rykmar sees...nothing? Ahh, for a moment. Then it appears, rising from the ash circle-a skeletal humanoid figure, wreathed in a shadowy hood. An Ash Shadow.

Spoiler: *Bestiary Updated* (click to show/hide)

Cria seems a bit winded.

"Isn't it beautiful, master? Did I please you?"

Quote from: Ash Shadow
Mobility: -1
Reflexes: -1
Power: 1
Intelligence: -2

Armor: 2
Magic Resistance: -2
Effects:
Incorporeal/You take half damage from physical sources, but double from magical ones. You cannot pass through walls, but you can squeeze your body past even the tiniest crack.
Invisibilty/You are invisible to the naked eye in any area not under direct light. Cannot go invisible in combat.

Spoiler: Inventory and Status (click to show/hide)


Villian Turn!

[Megafail]

Tin-Cans in the wind can't find anyone to kidnap!

He gets frustrated, saying some very bigoted things toward Humans in general. Almost as if he was being smited by an angry God, he hears a loud and horrid bassy croaking behind him...

Before he can move, a giant stucky tounge whips out of the darkness, snaring and drawing him into a fanged mouth!

His last thoughts as the Giant Toad One devours him whole are that he at least escaped being eaten by the Dragon...

*Tin-Cans-in-the-Wind has Died*

...

Everyone

Next turn everyone will have to eat a full meal if they have not already, and find a place to spend the night. In the case of Ochita, Feleris, Saren and Goseki they will reach Halbarads camp and should make plans for defense.

Rhogar will have to fight off the Froghemoth before he can rest...

Rykmar and Cria will also have to find an area to sleep, and Stromgands camp is probably not the best choice.

After RP, Post final actions before going to sleep, and preperations for the morn.
« Last Edit: January 07, 2012, 05:52:35 am by Dwarmin »
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Rhogar knew that this simple beast was only a animal at heart, and most animals would run when given a proper challenge. Hefting his hammer, he engaged in battle, with a silent prayer on his lips.

Rhogar will use hammer throw then rush at the beast and smash it with his mighty hammer, trying hard to kill the creature if possible. He will then either use the corpse of the dead beast as shelter, after slicing off its meat and some of it's skin to wrap his belongings in, or find some natural shelter in the form of boulders, making sure to hide from the wall so he isn't seen by sentries. He will also eat one of his prime beef shanks, in celebration of arriving at the fortress ahead of his opponent.
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Rykmar began laughing deeply. The joy of seeing this thing, an invisible shadow nearly immune to physical damage, had washed away his feelings of weakness and uncertainty. He felt himself again, with an invisible assassin out of nightmare before him and his meek, incredibly powerful, needy pet at his side. Just as it should be, he thought.

"Ahhh, very beautiful indeed, Cria. This will be most useful, provided we use it properly. Oh yes, very useful..." He let loose another laugh as he imagined some of Stromgand's thugs trying to bother them and getting an unexpected surprise. Oh yes.

Not that he had any intention of going near Stromgand's thugs without being ready to deal with them manually, of course. The plan was still to let them get ahead, as far as his newfound haste would allow.

"Well, for now we should find a place to eat and rest. Let's go, Cria. I suspect trees will make the best shelter we can find for now, sadly."

As they walked, he glanced fondly at his ring. He'd have to see if he could find any additional aid... and figure out the secret of Greed's Bag sometime. He didn't for a moment believe that it was merely an empty sack; either he'd gotten unlucky or didn't know how to use it, or Greed's disfavor or their current wager disabled it.


Search for proper shelter to sleep in. If there's time, use ring to attempt to find possible allies or minions who won't murder me in the most brutal fashion possible at the very earliest opportunity.



((Also, lol'd at the OoTK reference :P))
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Saren was once again fearful. The dark elf had called her a conjurer. While that was common enough, some might have called her a summoner or just a mage. She responded with her alias.

"Um...I'm Kroan. Of Sylos. I'm just a poor conjurer...Everything I have are gifts actually..."

Now, who is this who speaks to me?

"But what of you? How did you make all those creatures die with just a tune?"

As she waited for an answer, Saren called for the spider to come near.
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"Halbarad, my friend! It is good to see the likes of you again." Feleris replied, returning the greeting.

"This brave man by me, is Ochita. A Scholar." He smiled as he gestured towards the robed man. "We escaped from the camp a few days ago, we met a Troll but thanks to him we came out with nary a scratch. He was kind enough to share some of his food with me while we were searching for you all."

"But before that, and before you left. I met one of Stromgand's right-hand men, or man as I should say, the other one was a Blackguard named Ravena. His name was Vusted, a warrior hailing from the North. He caught me as I was warning some of the others about Stromgand's trap.

"But he wasn't as I originally thought, he was an honourable man fighting for a good cause, 'twas only by Stromgand's tongue did he join him. And...I sort of told him about your appearance, but not your departure for I guessed he might...defect. I hoped my words got to him though.

"Then the Storm. Before I could meet Stromgand eye to eye, the heavens on took an ominous gray. Lightning and thunder streaked across the sky and all were shocked and awed at the event. As if the God's intervened in our need.

"Then, a scout reported that the orc camp (for they blocked our path) was completely blasted off the face of the land, nothing was left but a smoldering crater that stank of death. I was then held at bladepoint towards Stromgand's tent by a mercenary. That was when Ochita came in, and we made our escape."

Feleris took a while to get his breath and then made a face as if he just remembered something.

He then pulled out a yellowish rod out of his pack.

"I took the liberty of charging this while we traveled. I hope it would prove suitable for us all in the coming days."




((I could just say that 'Feleris then recounted all of the events occurred thus far, ranging from his meet with Vusted, to the aftermath of the Storm, to the Troll.' if anyone would want other, than narrating it as it may be an infodump (if I'm using that right). Fixed))
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@IronyOwl: OoTK? Seemed like Latin to me. But what do I know of languages other than English and my own?  :D ))
((Order of the Kai was an RTD Dwarmin ran for a while, more or less concerning medieval Jedi getting lost in a cave system. I mean, I guess they were supposed to be preventing war between three kingdoms due to the sinister influence of dark lords intent on fracturing all who might stand against their merciless advance, but most of it happened to involve caves. It was awesome, and its death tragic.))
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The kitchenette mold free, you move on to the pantry. it's nasty in there. The bacon is grazing on the lettuce. The ham is having an illicit affair with the prime rib, The potatoes see all, know all. A rat in boxer shorts smoking a foul smelling cigar is banging on a cabinet shouting about rent money.

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((Indeed, I had a sweet character, an earthern which is basically a half rock elemental dwarf, who used a bastard sword and was a pretty awesome smith. It was a shame that it died.  :'())
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(For those who don't get the reference, it's "War Wind Junior the Kai Ranger"; War Wind was Taricus's character.)
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((Who, more specifically, knocked up a priestess/medic before they even set out. >_>))
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(Even more specifically, he was a dragon-like humanoid. Weird priestess, huh?)
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((I knew I was missing something important...At least I hope this will last  :D

On another unrelated note: Is there a chance for more villains like Tin-Cans?

Edit: I also wondered what that Spoiler meant in the first post. Did my research and found it out, I did not memorize the name or the abbreviation though.

It is epic!))
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((Yes, if anyone is eagerly waiting in the stands, the Villian spot is reopened :P
Glad you guys enjoyed the reference, and it probably won't be the last.))
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Rp Turn

...use ring to attempt to find possible allies or minions who won't murder me in the most brutal fashion possible at the very earliest opportunity...

Rykmar casts a message to the Nine-Hells, the equivalent of a 'help wanted ad'. Cria is busy guiding her new creature, occasionally expounding on its virtues for Rykmars benefit, if he's paying attention or not.

"...I've learned to make it so the Ash Shadow doesn't consume heat from the air when it is sneaking, Master-usually a chill can give away the presence of an undead spirit..."

[4]

Rykmar nods distractedly and concentrates on the ring. He gets two concrete responses-and hundreds of pathetic pleadings and threats of eternal torment, many from the same entity.

The two are...personal, at least as far as Demons have 'friends', Rykmar has few.

Rykmar first gets a telepathic message from his old flame, Naliel-as close as he ever got to having a female Demon consort he could speak and live with on equal terms, before he left the Hell-Planes for good, leaving her behind for then. Not the Demons have anything resembling normal relationships.

She was the same Demoness he freed, and who long ago gave him the blade he wears at his hip, and 'sadly' has been banished back to Hell since then. And came back, and banished again multiple times. Insofar as Rykmar respect her tenacity, she could use a bit more cunning.

She's not terribly powerful, as far as Demons go, but she's taken some interesting career choices-having rose from the ranks of a mere 'Lesser Succubus' to 'Prime Reaver', a term for those who use their skills and magic to directly infiltrate and attack Human Society, usually in different guise-they are fairly balanced fighters, skilled in using Human weapons and armor, but above the common shock trooper cannon fodder.

She might be useful in the Fortress of Blood, and she's got experience with combat and mechanical and technical knowledge-most of it stolen from more technologically advanced realms than the one you are it. She also retains a bit of her succubus 'skills'.

As for trust, she's never betrayed Rykmar-maybe a lack of ambition, an unusual Demonic weakness-or maybe she's just playing it smart until she gets the chance.

There's also the question of what Cria will do if Naliel shows up. She might get jealous...and your 'pet' could be very dangerous if you ever lost control of her.

He hears the message in his mind.

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Rykmar

Glad to see you're still alive and kicking, Rykmar.

...Can you get me out of the Hell-Planes? It could be like old times...remember? Even a temporary release?

I know you're in the Fortress of Blood, everybody knows. You could use someone who could wield a sword and shield, who knows how to bypass a trip wire trap-I spent some time posing as an 'adventurer', so I know my way around the business. And I'm pretty good companionship, if you remember. It's cold down here without you.

Well, can't blame a girl for trying, anyway.

Your 'Angel', Naliel

...

The next one is...from Rykmars 'brother'-a Demon named 'Rakmiel'-again, as close he can get in Hell. All Rykmar knows is that when he landed in the Hell-Planes as either a fallen celestial, or more likely a corrupted Mortal, this Demon was there with him. They endured the initial torments together, slicing each other apart for the Greater Demons amusement. His brother was the one who got Rykmar out of the Pits after freeing himself, though that debt has been long paid.

He's far more experienced in magic and commanding Demons than Rykmar is, by benefit of his age-while Rykmar became a simple Vizier, Rakmiel has had more time, and become an Infernal Hellcaster and Minor Demon Lord. Rykmar knows without a doubt his brother will not hestitate to betray him if he feels it is a benefit to do so.

Rakmiel is probably the only Demon Rykmar feels is a fair match for him, and it's long been accepted that one of them will eventually destroy the other, and inherit his power. It's not even personal-just business.

You haven't talked in ages-literally. Last you heard of Rakmiel, he was concentrating on gathering power in Hell-maybe even to overthrow one the Nine, but everybody wants to do that anyway.

His message is shorter.

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Rykmar

We need to talk.

Your brother

Rykmar ponders both offers. He could use help...but dipping his feet too far into Hell-Planes is what got him into this mess in the first place.

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As she waited for an answer, Saren called for the spider to come near.

The spider doesn't respond you at first.

Then it scuttles over, slowly, it's eyes unfocused-it's exposed veins run a sickly shade of crimson. Hmm...

Alithra is staring into the distance at Feleris. Then she turns back to you, answering. She nods, blushes and smiles, as if she's a bit embarrassed. Her voice is pleasant to the ear-sort of like music in itself.

"Oh, it's...just my Bardic Music, it has a power of it's own. Sort of like how a Conjurer as you can make things from willpower, I use music to influence emotion. In the case of those things, I merely stopped their dischord with a calming note of Creation-it only works on such magical...abominations.

Also, I know conjuring-down in my home, we Dark Elves use that power, since we are not usually allowed on the surface... What you did is more than a gift-have you formal training, Kroan?"


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"I took the liberty of charging this while we traveled. I hope it would prove suitable for us all in the coming days..."

Your story is absorbed by Halbarad.

"I did meet a servant of Kron in camp-the God of Lightning and Revenge. It is possible he was able to call down such a force on behest of Kron...if so, we must both be careful Feleris, for he will not hesitate to slay us if we get in his way.

I know you worship the Goddess-she might protect you from divine wrath, but me...heh, I've never worshipped any of the major Gods, but I call Essiah my patron. She's less the sort to smite, and more for giving me moral and spirtual strength."


Halbarad reaches for his neck and holds up her religious symbol for Feleris to see-it's a humble wooden figure of two intertwined lovers, shaped in a circle.

Feleris knows Essiah is a good aligned Human Goddess of adventure, joy, luck and passion. She's got quite a few Sylvan converts, mostly those who have trouble abiding by the Goddess of Lifes pacifist ideals.

Feleris is about to reply when he spots the Dark Elf woman looking at him curiously from behind, in the corner of his eye-then she turns to speak to the Lizardman Saren when she notices he saw hew. It's odd-Dark Elves rarely come up to the surface except to fight, being an introverted and secretive people.

The history of your two races is...complicated. There's lot of hostility between the two when they do meet-Feleris has fought Dark Elf raids more than once-more because of misunderstandings and mistrust than anything-at least, that was Feleris's take. Still, bloodshed doesn't clean out easily.

"Ah, the Dark Elf back there? Her name is Alithra-she's one of the Bards, who can make powerful magic with her music. Quite impressive. I don't know much about Elven subspecies though-is she related to you, somehow?"
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"The hats never coming off."

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Use my Reckoning on the bird-thing whilst talking to it.

"Best for us to keep safe, around here, don't you think? My niece here is my apprentice, and thus under my protection, by my people's customs..."

When we reach camp, eat a ration of silverleaf - on the way, search quickly to see if there is any other food source I can gather. We eaten, take turns of a quarter-night each with the Jiang to keep watch, irrespective of the others' plans. The old don't need a great deal of sleep in any case.
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