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Faulker nods. "Truly spoken. I fear it has been harder for my lord than most. He has wagered and lost all--his home, his wealth, his title--even his marriage. And his reputation--" He sighs. "Before Eastwatch, he was accredited the finest general in Syra. Now they say Guy loses battles...

The jars are solid, made of some sort of terracotta. And there isn't quite enough room to ride Heamor's wolf in this chamber.

Unfortunately, Weel's plan to avoid notice by moving in the opposite direction fails, as being some of the only people close to the scene moving attracts Guy's attention. "You there! Who are you?" Faulker rushes to his Emperor's side. "They--they are new recruits, sir." Guy regards them for...

The torch, on closer examination, seems to flicker with an eternal flame. As for the room, it is a 40' by 15' hall with a door on the southern side, and something of the air of a storage facility. You find no obvious traps, though there's a strange scrurrying sound being made by the jars as...

As they enter the dark hole, the group finds themselves in a small room, filled with huge jars. A single torch is flickering. Strange when you consider this place has been abandoned for centuries...

The barracks are a walled-in area, filled with tents, one of them a large one with gold trimming. About a hundred or so soldiers are keeping themselves busy there, cooking, sleeping and the like. Many of them are wounded. A large group of them are listening to an attractive Ulheru woman...

Thanks, guys. I created Anguis to be something of a villain in the group--your Cardinal Richleau-style of cleric whose faith and politics have come together in something rather unpleasant. Good to see it's working out. As I try to indicate he's Lawful Evil, emphasis on the Lawful. Anguis...

Timothy: OOC: Well, I did figure it was time to make you recall the Evil part of Anguis's Lawful Evil alignment. Plus, Deacon Fevre thinks dying for Orr and Country is a pretty way to go, so it's not like he's a hypocrite about it...

Nepthys: "Alessa, my dear, thoughts of dying have ever lead men closer to the church, and warfare has ever provided opportunities for our kinsmen to take advantage of." The Deacon shrugs. "Taurus will only regain what it lost if we let it, and as a Northerner myself--Kalur deserves to be...

With a nod, Obeah Swiftwing gets the group onboard the giant bat's carrying basket. Soon, they land at Mount Blackfang. Swiftwing glances at them, and gestures to a fissure in the wall of the fortress before them. "Go through there. Remember--you do not need to engage the Purple Eyes and...

Faulker nods. "Well, spend it well," he says with a chuckle. He gestures to the front yard. "The barracks are over there." OOC: You each get one coin, RR.

As a player in one of your games, and a prospective player in this one--damn, that's too bad, and thanks for the memories. Hope you recover your pep. ;)

"I think I will go with you, cousin," notes Anguis, rising to his feet. "It would be dangerous for any of us to travel alone, especially our chairwomen."

There business finished, Deacon Fevre turns to Quinn. "Regarding your earlier remarks on religion--if you ever wish to discuss theology with me, I would be pleased to have such a talk. Though I do have to ask, Quinn--have you left the faith of our fathers? For there is only one god, Orr, the...

"I believe we captured or killed all that we encountered--but there may have been others in hiding," notes Pan Chou. "What can you tell us of your assailants, Father?"

"An excellent message. It manages to make our points in a manner that seems conciliatory." The Deacon smiles. "Let's see if he accepts our offers."

Aert regards Marcus calmly. "Nope. Save world first--get axe later." He then turns to Norani and Devon. "Well, that's neither here nor there," he notes. "Now, then assuming you're ready, Obeah Swiftwing will fly you up to the back entrance to Mount Blackfang shortly, and then you can...

Pan Chou smiles bitterly. "Only when I breathe..." He stands up straight, regaining his bearings. "It's an old complaint, left over from a childhood illness. Usually it is no problem, but a great deal of activity can cause it to flare up. I can hold it at bay while I have to...

Deacon Fevre's eyes switch to his cousin. "I think that is a position for our chairwoman." His fingers idly tap against the wall. "As for my gambling habits, Mr. Quinn, for we poor mortals, deprived of the omniscience of Orr, all life is a gamble, I'm afraid."

Because we're the political opposition. And Fevre wouldn't dispute that it was the sun--he'd just question whether or not you could actually see it. ;)