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I have to say that, given the state of the Darine Confederacy at this point in the story, including a brewing war between pro- and anti-arcane, Kettenek enforcing neutrality among the Justicars, and a number of surreptious groups jockeying for position: What makes the Mages Academy so sure...

Fendric grimaces at Oliver and says, wryly: "Certainly, Oliver. Be sure to let us know when we have your permission to proceed." Spinning on his heel, he walks back toward Hiritus.

Fendric, by now impatient with the dealings further forward, walks up to Nurthk, Oliver, Raven and the Town Watch, his flail and shield having been stashed in a saddlebag aboard Justice, but his sash still prominent atop the mantle he wears. "Light Be With You, gentlemen! I am Brother Fendric...

[What time's it looking like from the sun as we approach this place?] A few tens of yards behind the "advance party", the Pelorites notice the guard behavior. At least, Fendric does. "What do you suppose they want, Hiritus?" "Oh, Raven's probably still nursing a wounded ego. I win one, one...

"We should proceed together, so that we enjoy the protection this affords," replies Fendric, indicating the sash. "I thought the second town was where we wouldn't get fleeced," Hiritus offers as they ride along. "This is true, brother, but an overnight stay in the first town will not set us...

"Actually, the majority of our conflicts have so far taken place outside," Fendric continues conversationally, "so I suspect we may not need one. Although, the prospect of finding a place to store our arms and armor while delivering Lord Thedoric's letters seems a small bit daunting, I must say...

"Certainly that is fair, good sir. I expect also I am to wear this as a designated visitor to Tourne," Fendric says as he reaches for the sash. "We would get this, 'note of consent' how, exactly?

Fendric walks calmly toward the border patrolman, holding his hand out to accept the sash, and Hiritus watching closely. "Light Be With You, stalwart defender! If we are attacked while upon Tournean soil, and if we defend ourselves in a manner commensurate with the threat, I expect this is...

Fendric dismounts from behind Hiritus, and calls out to the border personnel, "I am Brother Fendric of Hedrogura, and our purpose in Tourne is for delivery of messages to Lord Kildre Vemaunt, and to Sir Rienne Vaustus. These are my companions, and we travel together."

"I would not suppose it differently, my good friend. Everyone! Scarves off!" Fendric offers urgently from behind Hiritus. Hiritus, whose scarf is already off, eases Justice into a slow walk. "Welcome to Tourne..."

"Oliver..." Hiritus accompanies his remark with a sideward glance. Fendric seems not to hear.

Hiritus, with Fendric also mounted aboard Justice, mentions: "Remember Redrick said we shouldn't wear the scarves once we crossed into Tourne? I wonder if they've been fighting a border war with them." Fendric, seething behind Hiritus, mutters: "Remember also that whatever summoned those...

Fendric and Hiritus say their goodbyes to the scarves, and congregate with the rest of the party. "We are resolved, then. We shall make our excursion to Tourne to deliver these last two letters, and then we shall be free from obligation. Alas, I suspect we will have our hands full at that time...

Recap looks good to me - I don't much care who gets top billing as the protagonist. I'm with Sparky - let's knock these last two letters out, and greet the rising tide of doom which ensues. :)

"I do not wish to remain here a Light's Whisper longer than I already have," pronounces Fendric as he tends to wounded of his own party. "Whether that is enough to overcome our morbid fascination with protecting a group of my fellow sun-worshippers that have proven themselves mostly...

"Then you may or may not appreciate when I say this, my dear friends, but our hosts found a tunnel going further back, or so Hiritus tells me. That thing came from there, most assuredly, and we are mostly recovered from the events of yesterday, and at full spell complements, Radiant Light Be...

Before Raven can exert himself any more against the metal man, Fendric marches right up to him and grabbing his arm, casts furiously. [Cure Critical Wounds on Raven: 40 HP healed.] After doing so, he turns to Nurthk, and asks: "My friend, are you in need of any healing? I should think you...

[Awesome. Congrats, everybody, and thank you, GP, for the best PbP I've ever had the pleasure to be a part of. ] Fendric enjoys an elven reverie, and seems thankful that his half-elven blood affords him the opportunity. As Hiritus slumbers on, the cleric tends to his prayers. Fendric's...

Chi'i (likely won't accept), then Manaal (likely won't either), then Barnabus (hopefully if they don't, he does). The Miyen Kai has pressing engagements elsewhere, and unless you want a dramatic upsurge in necromancy throughout the Darine Confederacy, Petros isn't a good choice either. But if I...

Fendric, wishing he had a Silence handy for Raven's hammering, studies the metal man for the first time. "Perhaps a cr- PERHAPS A CROWBAR WOULD DISLODGE THAT METAL NUBBIN. IF ONE COULD PRY IT AWA- RAVEN! WERE YOU PLANNING ON SLEEPING ANYTIME SOON? SHALL WE LET THE OTHERS HANDLE DISASSEMBLY...