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Caedren, taking the clay jug from Aerlyn, starts his way across the wall to the North Tower. Staying as close to the outer wall as possible, as to remain concealed from the orcs sight, he stops a quarter of the way and crouches. With all his might, he springs up from the crouch and heaves the...

Ceadren peering around the stone wall looks at the orc across the court yard. Drawing an arrow from his quiver, he sets it in his bow and looses it at the orc. With lightning speed he grabs another arrow and sends it flying through the air behind the other. (OOC - Sorry for the late post! I'm...

After much deliberation, and finally a mutual understanding, the party desides to make a dash across the wall to the top of the stair. Caedren weilding his mighty longsword, steps through the door. Following is Aerlyn, the fair elf, gripping her spear. And bringing up the rear is the fearless...

Making very sure to remain as hidden as possible, Caedren opens the south door very slowly to avoid and creaking noises the old wood might make. With utmost caution he peers through the crack of the door.

Caedren very carefully grabs the hook and rope and places it back into his pack. Returning to Aerlyn and Dravis he begins discussing the next move.

Starring into the eyes of the orc, Caedren seizes the opportunity of its’ raised axe. Bringing his sword back with both arms he explodes as a coiled spring, sending the blade into the orcs midsection.

Caedren, eyeing the mass of slime on the floor and the hole in the ceiling, pulls his backpack off his shoulders. Setting it on the ground he rustles through it and takes out a length of silken rope and the grappling hook. “I think the best idea would be to take the stairs up. We can use the...

Catching up. (OOC- Hello all! I have sent an email to everyone asking some questions about what we are doing next. Alex, if you can, write me back with what you want to do. Thanks!)

Caedren, while almost at a full sprint towards Dravis, slips his bow over his head letting it hang over his shoulder and the string across his chest. Approaching the door, he fumbles through the contents of a leather pouch on his belt searching for the two black keys within. He finds the first...

Caedren, not making a sound, pulls an arrow from its quiver and nocks it in place. Drawing back and taking aim at the orc, he waits, loosing his arrow only at any sign of hostility. Noticing Dravis with the clay jug, he looks for a clear path to the pile of jugs. If the arrow misses, lobbing...

Caedren glares at the startled bird taking flight, making a mental note to ask Dravis or Aerlyn if they know any scrumptious Wood-Hen stews. In an attempt to give Dravis a chance of surviving if things go wrong, again, he makes his way to the tree line and readies another arrow. Positioning...

Watching what is left of the first orc collapse to the ground, Caedren quickly reaches over his shoulder and feels for two arrows. While nockng the arrows he keeps his sight fixed on the second orc. Bringing the bow up and drawing back at the same time, he peers down the top shaft, takes careful...

Creeping slowly and quietly, making his way towards a fallen tree for cover, Caedren signals for Dravis and Aerlyn to come closer. In a whisper he asks… “Do you two think we can take those two? And if we do, how many orcs do you think will be crawling around these woods within the next five...

Watching Fallon return from his morning breakfast, Caedren slips his chain shirt over his head and gathers what possessions that are left on the ground into his pack. With longbow in hand he walks with Aerlyn to catch up with Dravis. “Your right Aerlyn, the longer we can go without raising...

Caedren watches Dravis gut and cook his catch over the dying embers. Getting up and walking towards the water he reaches down with cupped hands and , unsuccessfully, attempts to wash away the sleepy glaze of the nights watch from his eyes. He turns and sees Dravis offering him the fillet and...