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Kayleigh, staying ponderously silent, follows Miryam south, her sword still to the ready.

Noted. Stupid bards. x3

Tessara's eyebrow raises at Vig's forthrightness, but she stays politically silent.

Umm... you're not talking about me, right? :3 Just making sure, cuz I'm totally not on vacation.

Sorry; Koshka is my familiar. Black cat. Harken turns away, facing forward again. "I'm sure we can handle it; thanks."

"And if what I've heard is true, unwanted attention is already upon us." Harken grins humorlessly at Lanel, baring his overly long canines at him. Koshka stops her endless curious wandering for a moment to stare also at the man, her eyes matching Harken's in amber hue. "But what else can we do...

Harken snorts low in his throat in weary amusement. "Never been to this Kaer, but if you've seen one, you've pretty much seen them all." He plods along, his eyes dull as if actively refusing to take in the sights of the mountain track, Koshka weaving in and out of his feet in a pattern that...

Silence is the only response Kayleigh gives to Pavanna's outrage; silence is the only response it deserves. Having given her opinion, she waits to see how the balance rests.

Another bomb is mixed and thrown (to D6, shall we?), and as it flies toward its target Tessara draws her rapier, anticipating that the fight will soon require her melee participation. Yes, I realize that it only does splash damage, and that I don't meed to roll for it. But I'm rolling anyway...

"He will be soon enough, Kronk." Kayleigh hears the note of irritation in her voice too late to temper the sharpness of her tone, but she does speak gentler going forward: "We need to know what he knows. Perhaps he can give us a better idea of what we'll be facing."

As the pragmatic hustle moves about the room, Kayleigh stands where she is, sword in hand, gazing without sight at the place where her sword struck the man's head. She had been merciful. She had been merciful where she might have been an executioner. Moreover, she had been merciful without any...

After all those horrible rolls, the RNG came through when it really mattered. xP

Kayleigh is struck as the man begins shakily to rise, the fear in his eyes resonating within her, and she takes a split second to ponder the old puzzle, the conflict between justice and mercy. Surely it would be wrong to kill the man in cold blood, as he is helpless and out of his mind...

Tessara frowns, and calmly takes out a vial from her belt, pouring a few chemicals in and mixing it together before tossing it toward the thug immediately before her; not trying to hit him, but attempting to hit the ground in front of him, lest she overshoot and hit one of the captives. The vial...

So sorry for my lateness, everyone. x3 I'm here now. Busy busy week for me, what with family in town and planning for the reception.

No, the 1d20+6 includes Bless. :3 Thanks for checking, though. Also, I'm not quite... sure..... what I'm will saving against. >>; So Imma post what Kayleigh would do if uninhibited by a thing. Kayleigh winces as the bolt hits her, snarling at the blood, then strikes in retribution at the man...

Kayleigh moves sou' by sou'west to the open space next to the guard, hacking mercilessly at him with her big sword.

Kayleigh snarls in frustration, stepping to the west and swinging yet again at the fell creature before her.

Kayleigh sighs and moves toward the nearest of the blue creatures (1W,2NW=20ft), slashing at it with her sword, trying to get the little pests out of the way as quickly as possible, leaving the human for later to interrogate, or kill.

Kayleigh immediately stops, holding up her hand to indicate to the rest of the group that they should be silent. She then holds up two fingers, shakes her hand a bit to indicate "-ish", and points to the room to her left. Having warned the group (she hopes), she peers around the corner as...