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Marcus roughly sits the two prisoners sit back to back. Their long nosed masquerade masks make them look like more like a pair of fowl tied up for the slaughter then the toughs they previously made themselves out to be. The first prisoner’s mind seems to have cleared itself of Wilbur’s dark...

Greggory seems to respect Bastion's military bearing, but the fact that he is playing babysitter for the noble whelp makes him a bit suspicious of his abilities. You may be right Bastion. Ambushing a hunting party might be a better way to catch the enemy unaware, as well as maybe getting us a...

A lone blue-skinned figure enters the narvinda. He is quiet and solemn as the atmosphere of the temple impresses upon him that this is a place of peace and contemplation. He is dressed in simple brown monk robes, but carries a tortoise shell slung on his back. Occasionally, his robes reveal some...

Greggory is a bit shocked by Lady Arcata's generosity. Thank you....My men will appreciate it. I'm afraid I don't touch the stuff. Father was a bit of a drunk. As far as options....I think we have two choices.... Greggory picks up his stick and draws a road leading out from the fort...

Strangely, you suddenly hear the sound of someone clapping slowly, derisively. A female voice echos from the rooftops. You look up and notice a woman wearing a black feathered masquerade mask perched three stories above the street on the roof of a nearby house. She wears black leather armor...

The thug looks directly into Marcus's eyes. You won't get nothing out of me if I die in the street. Heal me, or I'll be singing my song to Asmodeus. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Svexyn notices strange footprints leading along the roof, but the rain is...

Sorry for the delay. Work killed me this week. Svexyn looks carefully to see if he can see any sign of vanished archer. ------------------------------------------- The victim of the thugs beating is a young man, no older then 19 years, dressed in yellow and white robes. He wears some kind...

Daelyn, still trying to catch his breath from the strong ale, raises his mug. He surreptitiously pours it in a nearby plant. To traveling far from home. May we all find what we seek, and may that which seeks us, not find us. Daelyn grins and then drinks a glass of waters to clear the fire...

I think Cayden was busy at that moment, trying to talk the gown off some deva :)

Greggory takes a few hunks of the jerked meat and hands them to his men before taking one for himself. He unfolds a small campaign seat by the fire and proceeds to wolf down the ration. The meat is salty and tough, but strangely satisfying for someone that has survived mostly on foraged...

The remaining archer grimaces in pain and grasps the arrow protruding from his shoulder. Clearly out numbered and out gunned, he slips a small vial from his tunic and drinks the contents. Until next time...... His body rapidly fades from view, until he is no longer visible...

Recap: Thug 1 is dead, Thug 2 surrendered, and Thug 3 has fled down the alley. Marcus and Nia are in pursuit. The archer is currently wounded, and has yet to react to this.

Cassie glares at Greggory, and makes a few choice hand gestures, which Greggory responds to with an almost angry flurry of signs. So....I believe there was talk of a fire and some fine victuals. What does a noble lady bring to eat on her outings? Tea and cakes perhaps?

Greggory nods an affirmative. Cassie, Janson....Go with Arcata's men to range for supplies. Keep an eye out for extra food and a water source. Tye, Dack and I will hold down the fort here.

The wall is 2 stories high. A player directly against the wall would receive partial concealment, forcing the shooter to lean over the edge to hit them.

Yes, but he has partial concealment to those firing from the ground.

yes sorry, I misread it. Map is updated

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Daelyn, somewhat nervous for being put on the spot, but not wanting to spoil the story, takes one of the offered mugs of dark grog. The potent smell of the brew curls his nose hairs as the mug passes under Daelyn's nose. He crinkles his nose and raises the mug. Silvas the elf found the tracks...