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<blockquote data-quote="thejc" data-source="post: 5396627" data-attributes="member: 100006"><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: white"><u><strong>The plan comes together </strong></u></span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">“Roland will you please come with us? You really have become a friend and you’ve proven your mettle more than once over.” Utah pleaded. The astute gun slinging lore master shook his head “In another life perhaps. But my ancestral manor beckons me. I must answer her call. She gives up her treasures and yields even more mystery. You are a dear friend, both Morganis and yourself. Truer companions cannot be found.” “You will stick around to tell him.” The sorcerer retorted matter of factly. Roland peered down the street a smile broke over his face. “It appears I do not have to wait long. By his gate and expression I can tell that the meeting he had with his superiors went rather well.” Morganis did not beat around bush as he met the other two. “Roland you are not to be rid of us yet. The Church of Vatan would like to erect and maintain an Abbey. The land abuts your own property of Wyrmcrest. We are to escort an advance team of builders and clergy. The Church would like to know if Wyrmcrest would be interested in lodging the team and its’ staff. There is a monthly stipend of course.” It was difficult for Utah to hide his excitement as he looked for Rolands response. Roland cocked his head and raised one eyebrow then extended his hand and grasped Morganis’ own “Agreed!”</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">________________________________________________________</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">“Look at this!” Titus exclaimed as he shoved a piece of parchment to Augusts’ side of the table. The former Paladin, perused the sheet. “So what? The Hammer Lord’s church wants to extend their sphere of influence. Faiths claim new lands all the time.” August went back to staring into the fire of common room. Titus rolled his eyes. “Grief’s for the dying or dead August. You are neither. This expedition is bound to need able fighters, men of skill and keen intellect. Besides this may either be away to get back into the imperial churches good graces or find you faith the old fashioned way.” His last comment drew August out of his brooding. “Old fashioned way?” Titus stood “You know faith comes by hearing and all that.” August gently nodded. “Perhaps.” The two warriors left in search of the caravan of the Hammer Lord.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">________________________________________________________ </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">Thorn pulled down his mask and looked over the dead man’s desk. Thorn had sniffed him out as an agent of the Brothers of Rhone. The cabal of assassins that had forged Thorn into what he was. He found what he was looking for. The agent’s orders were carefully concealed rolled up in a flute. Thorn looked over the orders and thought to himself “So they are to kill a Vatan missionary during an expedition to a new holy site. On the road to make it look like a bandit attempt gone wrong.” Thorn started staging the body to make it look like an accident. “Best to join this expedition if I am going to foil this attempt. There is bound to be a Gray Man leading them. He will have a map.”</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">The charter had been posted for two weeks and Morganis and company had seen many a colorful character sign up to go. Some they just turned down. So far they had a decent team. I addition to the 6 missionaries and Head Priest there were two dwarven brothers that were masons, a retired military man who was a field cook, four mercenaries of whom two looked especially deadly, yet good natured. Their names were Titus and August. Some carpenters, an engineer with a crew of laborers and craftsmen. As they were about to leave a tattered old wagon rolled up. A fat man sat atop it “This that venture out east for the Hammer Lord and all?” he inquired. Morganis strode forward “It is but in the intitial phase you it must be determined that you are a man of skill and provide a service to the project that it would normally receive in civilization. Do you possess such a skill?” Morganis stated. The strange man laughed “Well if it is skills that you want them I have some sweet skills. I am an alchemist, an herbalist and a crack negotiator. Why there’s not a race I haven’t had successful dealings with. The name’s Tinnley.” Morganis looked to Utah and Roland who answered him with a shrug. “All right lets head east young men!” Morganis half yelled as he mounted his horse.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">The Caravan met with little trouble until the third day. It was just past mid day when it happened 3 halflings came sprinting out of the forest. “Run! Run!” they were shouting. The horses spooked. “What in name of Mrs. Maxwell on Green Street?” Utah cursed. Just then two enormous weasels broke the tree line. They were easily bigger than the horses. The Halflings ran straight Tinnleys’ wagon. With unbelievable speed Tinnley jumped down and caught two of them pinning them to the ground. The third made it into the wagon and disappeared. August started barking out orders “Warriors and fighters dismount and move to the left flank. Range support get high ground on the wagons. Fire at will. Civilians and clergy on the other side of the wagon.” Roland popped off a shot from his pistol, but was too far for any accuracy. Titus fired two arrows. Two arrows hit home on the lead weasel, followed by another two bolts of arcane energy from Utah’s outstretched hand. The merchant held a dagger over the two Halflings searching their faces for motive. All he could see was terror. “Tinnley let them up. If you are able bodied then help us.” Morganis cried out. Titus fired two more arrows but only one found the mark this time. The weasels were close. “We need a way to break the charge.” August yelled out. He looked to Titus then Utah and on down the line at his companions. Each one shook their head no. Tinnley stepped up “I got your charge breaker.” He drew some small stones from a pouch. “Hold your ears.” The thunderstones exploded and caused the weasels to rear up onto two legs. “Charge” August ordered. In force the companions took down the weasels with only a few minor wounds to show for their trouble.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">__________________________________________________________ </span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">Three more days into the journey not an hour after they broke camp Roland told them they should make Wyrmcrest by nightfall. No one noticed the new guard that had slipped into their detail. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">Titus was the first to spy the movement. He looked to Morganis and whispered “we have trouble.” Just then three men stepped into the road. “We are Toll wardens, anyone wishing to pass farther must pay the road tax.” said the lead Highwayman. Morganis steered his horse to the front and dismounted. “How much is this tax?” The man chuckled and looked back and forth between his companions “Well let us say 50 gold….a piece”. Morganis face turned angry there was little he hated more than petty theft and senseless violence. He could tell both were brewing. The Vatan warrior cleric drew himself up straight “We are fulfilling a charter issued by the House of Griffons. To oppose or hinder us is considered treason. Turn from your larcenous and wicked ways, ask the Hammer Lord for mercy and it shall be granted. All that come to him he will in no wise cast out.” The highway man whistled a signal and 6 archers on each side popped up. “Look they want to pay for us” said Titus. “Ahhh flaming bags of <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" />” Utah cursed as he dismounted. August came to the front just right of Morganis. “Know this robber, YOU will die here to. Whatever else happens, at the end you will lie cold and lifeless.”</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">Thorn as Tinnley searched the horizon. He silently cursed. No sign of the Gray Man. This had the brothers stink on it. He was thoughtful as the first arrows flew and August started to bark out commands. His eyes went wide as he thought back and remembered the new guard.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">August started his battlefield rant “Titus and I have the right! Morganis hold the front. Guards lend him support. Rols you and Utah pin down the left side until we can mop up. Tinnley….Damnation!” Augusts’ commands stopped short as he saw Tinnley’s seat empty.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">Titus’ skill with his bow showed as he provided cover for August who tore into the bandits with his “claw and fang” style. His axe took a hand off. He sunk his short halfway in another’s thigh. Arrows from Titus kept from attacking his defenseless backside. One scored a vicious hit with a dagger. August redoubled his efforts. The axe cleaved through a collar bone, his sword took another head. The last charged in but four arrows took the man to his grave. </span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">The highway men were good especially the leader. The two civilian guards that had enlisted with the expedition met their end in seconds. All three pressed Morganis from all sides. The Clerics battle cudgel came down hard on a knee. He fended off the other two with wide swings. The leader did an aerial acrobatic to land be hind Morganis. The other rushed in only to be struck by a mighty blow that his so hard it drove him into the ground.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">Roland and Utah made short work of the archers on the left with Roland magically convincing two of them to turn on their companions. Utah’s barrage of spellfire and bullets took down the rest. They finished just in time to see the Leader leap over their dear friend Morganis. Morganis landed a powerful blow, but before he could spin to defend himself the lead bandit drove his sword through his back. Cries of “No!” abounded on all sides as Morganis’ eyes went white and rolled in the back of his head. He sunk to the ground lifeless. The lead bandit met his end in a most grizzly fashion. The bullets, arrows, and arcane energy had already taken his life a split second before August arrived to him. August went into a spin his sword high, his axe low. He took off his head and his left leg for good measure. They all rushed to Morganis’ body.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">Thorn as Tinnley rushed to the acolyte’s carriage just as the battle broke out on all sides. He was sure this was the play. He burst in to find all six acolytes slain. The new “guard” had a garrote around the lead priest’s neck. Thorn shed the fat merchant guise he had found the gray man. The assassin drew a short sword. Thorn could not draw his own hand and a half sword due to the cramped quarters. The assassin lunged in hoping for a quick kill. Thorn side stepped grappled the man’s arm and disarmed him. The gray man countered with two hard punches to the face. They separated. Thorn could feel the other threaten to take over. The gray man roared as his own visage changed panther like and his hands turned black and his fingernails lengthened into claws. Thorn had to end this now. The Gray Man charged. Thorn threw a handful of sand into his attackers face. In the momentary draw back Thorn released his tekko-kagi and tore out the man’s throat.</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: white">Roland had tears in his eyes as he tended to his fried. Morganis’ breathing was shallow and he was very pale. “Healing potions?” Roland cried out. They all shook their heads no in reply. Titus cursed, his normal flippant demeanor now grave. “I can save him” he spat “but in need a volunteer.” August blurted out “I am your man”. Titus began to unbuckle the leather sleeve on his right arm “August this is no joke, this will hurt. A lot. Life for life, essence for essence”. When Titus removed the sleeve there was a sharp intake of breath and a few groans of disgust. Titus echoed their revulsion with his grimace as he looked at the grotesque limb that was black mottled with green, purple and gray. “Lay down August”. The former paladin hesitated but then complied. The bowman placed the withered hand on his forehead and his good hand on Morganis’ wound. He had a look of concentration on his face. Nothing happened then August screamed a cry of pure anguish. The warrior arched so hard it looked as if he would break his back. He bucked wildly. “Someone hold him” Titus shouted. Color began to return to Morganis’ face. August pallor turned ashy and his screams turned almost un-human. Morganis’ wound closed. Titus violently withdrew his hand and grabbed his leather sleeve ran into the small copse of trees and emptied his stomach's contents.</span></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="thejc, post: 5396627, member: 100006"] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=5][COLOR=white][U][B]The plan comes together [/B][/U][/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]“Roland will you please come with us? You really have become a friend and you’ve proven your mettle more than once over.” Utah pleaded. The astute gun slinging lore master shook his head “In another life perhaps. But my ancestral manor beckons me. I must answer her call. She gives up her treasures and yields even more mystery. You are a dear friend, both Morganis and yourself. Truer companions cannot be found.” “You will stick around to tell him.” The sorcerer retorted matter of factly. Roland peered down the street a smile broke over his face. “It appears I do not have to wait long. By his gate and expression I can tell that the meeting he had with his superiors went rather well.” Morganis did not beat around bush as he met the other two. “Roland you are not to be rid of us yet. The Church of Vatan would like to erect and maintain an Abbey. The land abuts your own property of Wyrmcrest. We are to escort an advance team of builders and clergy. The Church would like to know if Wyrmcrest would be interested in lodging the team and its’ staff. There is a monthly stipend of course.” It was difficult for Utah to hide his excitement as he looked for Rolands response. Roland cocked his head and raised one eyebrow then extended his hand and grasped Morganis’ own “Agreed!”[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]________________________________________________________[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]“Look at this!” Titus exclaimed as he shoved a piece of parchment to Augusts’ side of the table. The former Paladin, perused the sheet. “So what? The Hammer Lord’s church wants to extend their sphere of influence. Faiths claim new lands all the time.” August went back to staring into the fire of common room. Titus rolled his eyes. “Grief’s for the dying or dead August. You are neither. This expedition is bound to need able fighters, men of skill and keen intellect. Besides this may either be away to get back into the imperial churches good graces or find you faith the old fashioned way.” His last comment drew August out of his brooding. “Old fashioned way?” Titus stood “You know faith comes by hearing and all that.” August gently nodded. “Perhaps.” The two warriors left in search of the caravan of the Hammer Lord.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]________________________________________________________ [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]Thorn pulled down his mask and looked over the dead man’s desk. Thorn had sniffed him out as an agent of the Brothers of Rhone. The cabal of assassins that had forged Thorn into what he was. He found what he was looking for. The agent’s orders were carefully concealed rolled up in a flute. Thorn looked over the orders and thought to himself “So they are to kill a Vatan missionary during an expedition to a new holy site. On the road to make it look like a bandit attempt gone wrong.” Thorn started staging the body to make it look like an accident. “Best to join this expedition if I am going to foil this attempt. There is bound to be a Gray Man leading them. He will have a map.”[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]The charter had been posted for two weeks and Morganis and company had seen many a colorful character sign up to go. Some they just turned down. So far they had a decent team. I addition to the 6 missionaries and Head Priest there were two dwarven brothers that were masons, a retired military man who was a field cook, four mercenaries of whom two looked especially deadly, yet good natured. Their names were Titus and August. Some carpenters, an engineer with a crew of laborers and craftsmen. As they were about to leave a tattered old wagon rolled up. A fat man sat atop it “This that venture out east for the Hammer Lord and all?” he inquired. Morganis strode forward “It is but in the intitial phase you it must be determined that you are a man of skill and provide a service to the project that it would normally receive in civilization. Do you possess such a skill?” Morganis stated. The strange man laughed “Well if it is skills that you want them I have some sweet skills. I am an alchemist, an herbalist and a crack negotiator. Why there’s not a race I haven’t had successful dealings with. The name’s Tinnley.” Morganis looked to Utah and Roland who answered him with a shrug. “All right lets head east young men!” Morganis half yelled as he mounted his horse.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]The Caravan met with little trouble until the third day. It was just past mid day when it happened 3 halflings came sprinting out of the forest. “Run! Run!” they were shouting. The horses spooked. “What in name of Mrs. Maxwell on Green Street?” Utah cursed. Just then two enormous weasels broke the tree line. They were easily bigger than the horses. The Halflings ran straight Tinnleys’ wagon. With unbelievable speed Tinnley jumped down and caught two of them pinning them to the ground. The third made it into the wagon and disappeared. August started barking out orders “Warriors and fighters dismount and move to the left flank. Range support get high ground on the wagons. Fire at will. Civilians and clergy on the other side of the wagon.” Roland popped off a shot from his pistol, but was too far for any accuracy. Titus fired two arrows. Two arrows hit home on the lead weasel, followed by another two bolts of arcane energy from Utah’s outstretched hand. The merchant held a dagger over the two Halflings searching their faces for motive. All he could see was terror. “Tinnley let them up. If you are able bodied then help us.” Morganis cried out. Titus fired two more arrows but only one found the mark this time. The weasels were close. “We need a way to break the charge.” August yelled out. He looked to Titus then Utah and on down the line at his companions. Each one shook their head no. Tinnley stepped up “I got your charge breaker.” He drew some small stones from a pouch. “Hold your ears.” The thunderstones exploded and caused the weasels to rear up onto two legs. “Charge” August ordered. In force the companions took down the weasels with only a few minor wounds to show for their trouble.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]__________________________________________________________ [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]Three more days into the journey not an hour after they broke camp Roland told them they should make Wyrmcrest by nightfall. No one noticed the new guard that had slipped into their detail. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]Titus was the first to spy the movement. He looked to Morganis and whispered “we have trouble.” Just then three men stepped into the road. “We are Toll wardens, anyone wishing to pass farther must pay the road tax.” said the lead Highwayman. Morganis steered his horse to the front and dismounted. “How much is this tax?” The man chuckled and looked back and forth between his companions “Well let us say 50 gold….a piece”. Morganis face turned angry there was little he hated more than petty theft and senseless violence. He could tell both were brewing. The Vatan warrior cleric drew himself up straight “We are fulfilling a charter issued by the House of Griffons. To oppose or hinder us is considered treason. Turn from your larcenous and wicked ways, ask the Hammer Lord for mercy and it shall be granted. All that come to him he will in no wise cast out.” The highway man whistled a signal and 6 archers on each side popped up. “Look they want to pay for us” said Titus. “Ahhh flaming bags of :):):):):)” Utah cursed as he dismounted. August came to the front just right of Morganis. “Know this robber, YOU will die here to. Whatever else happens, at the end you will lie cold and lifeless.”[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]Thorn as Tinnley searched the horizon. He silently cursed. No sign of the Gray Man. This had the brothers stink on it. He was thoughtful as the first arrows flew and August started to bark out commands. His eyes went wide as he thought back and remembered the new guard.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]August started his battlefield rant “Titus and I have the right! Morganis hold the front. Guards lend him support. Rols you and Utah pin down the left side until we can mop up. Tinnley….Damnation!” Augusts’ commands stopped short as he saw Tinnley’s seat empty.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]Titus’ skill with his bow showed as he provided cover for August who tore into the bandits with his “claw and fang” style. His axe took a hand off. He sunk his short halfway in another’s thigh. Arrows from Titus kept from attacking his defenseless backside. One scored a vicious hit with a dagger. August redoubled his efforts. The axe cleaved through a collar bone, his sword took another head. The last charged in but four arrows took the man to his grave. [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]The highway men were good especially the leader. The two civilian guards that had enlisted with the expedition met their end in seconds. All three pressed Morganis from all sides. The Clerics battle cudgel came down hard on a knee. He fended off the other two with wide swings. The leader did an aerial acrobatic to land be hind Morganis. The other rushed in only to be struck by a mighty blow that his so hard it drove him into the ground.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]Roland and Utah made short work of the archers on the left with Roland magically convincing two of them to turn on their companions. Utah’s barrage of spellfire and bullets took down the rest. They finished just in time to see the Leader leap over their dear friend Morganis. Morganis landed a powerful blow, but before he could spin to defend himself the lead bandit drove his sword through his back. Cries of “No!” abounded on all sides as Morganis’ eyes went white and rolled in the back of his head. He sunk to the ground lifeless. The lead bandit met his end in a most grizzly fashion. The bullets, arrows, and arcane energy had already taken his life a split second before August arrived to him. August went into a spin his sword high, his axe low. He took off his head and his left leg for good measure. They all rushed to Morganis’ body.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]Thorn as Tinnley rushed to the acolyte’s carriage just as the battle broke out on all sides. He was sure this was the play. He burst in to find all six acolytes slain. The new “guard” had a garrote around the lead priest’s neck. Thorn shed the fat merchant guise he had found the gray man. The assassin drew a short sword. Thorn could not draw his own hand and a half sword due to the cramped quarters. The assassin lunged in hoping for a quick kill. Thorn side stepped grappled the man’s arm and disarmed him. The gray man countered with two hard punches to the face. They separated. Thorn could feel the other threaten to take over. The gray man roared as his own visage changed panther like and his hands turned black and his fingernails lengthened into claws. Thorn had to end this now. The Gray Man charged. Thorn threw a handful of sand into his attackers face. In the momentary draw back Thorn released his tekko-kagi and tore out the man’s throat.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][COLOR=white]Roland had tears in his eyes as he tended to his fried. Morganis’ breathing was shallow and he was very pale. “Healing potions?” Roland cried out. They all shook their heads no in reply. Titus cursed, his normal flippant demeanor now grave. “I can save him” he spat “but in need a volunteer.” August blurted out “I am your man”. Titus began to unbuckle the leather sleeve on his right arm “August this is no joke, this will hurt. A lot. Life for life, essence for essence”. When Titus removed the sleeve there was a sharp intake of breath and a few groans of disgust. Titus echoed their revulsion with his grimace as he looked at the grotesque limb that was black mottled with green, purple and gray. “Lay down August”. The former paladin hesitated but then complied. The bowman placed the withered hand on his forehead and his good hand on Morganis’ wound. He had a look of concentration on his face. Nothing happened then August screamed a cry of pure anguish. The warrior arched so hard it looked as if he would break his back. He bucked wildly. “Someone hold him” Titus shouted. Color began to return to Morganis’ face. August pallor turned ashy and his screams turned almost un-human. Morganis’ wound closed. Titus violently withdrew his hand and grabbed his leather sleeve ran into the small copse of trees and emptied his stomach's contents.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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