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Not wanting to be a craven backstabber, Raven Elk comes up behind the nearest guard to him, taps the guard on the shoulder and says: "Psst. Heretic calling."

Tam smirks at Sylvar's pithy pun and retorts: "Really?"

Raven Elk slips off behind a couple of large trunked pines and uses camouflage again. He then executes an end around manuever to get at the rear guard of the soldier-jailors. OOC: Random rolls --- 91 (mulligan of 19), 76, 83 (mulligan of 38).

Raven Elk, hearing Vittero's report about the perverted version of the Dawn Church set up so close to home, says: "We need to address this situation so close to our home, my friends." He then looks to Vittero, "I wish you were coming with us, for we could use your battle skill; but I know you...

"Girl, we are not your enemy" Raven Elk knows his thought words can't be read by the young woman, but the emotional sincerity of beneficent intent should. Thus, before he would speak in his rough, and some say, 'dark-toned' voice, he attempts to calm her mentally and emotionally first. OOC...

Raven Elk drifts left to use the cabin as a blind against line of sight from the archeress and the two men; and continues his approach of the cabin with Taylar.

Tam puts on the ring given to him. Looking at it he feels a little better, still having ghost pains from the Leonid's vicious attacks. He then watches the proceedings on the key.

Raven Elk nods in agreement, taking his part of the burden to distribute the encumbrance of the weapons as equally as possible.

"Hmm," Raven Elk rumbles, "Circle of Life. Leave them to the carrion birds, the vulture and the crow."

Looking at the pretty rings (🤔) Tam says: "I know these are all magical, but does someone have a spell to tell what kind of magic each of these possess?"

Raven Elk, usually pretty good with a spear, hurls it at the back of one of the fleeing soldiers. OOC: Roll of 81.

Paying little attention to what was being said, at the moment, Tan says as he gets back on his feet: "Yes, definitely mindless." And obviously heartless, too, he thinks to himself. Despite the pain from his wounds, Tam finds himself still holding the dagger, Darkfang. He finds himself...

Tam slumps down to sit on the Golem's shoulder. He feels the bleeding inside his cut up leathers, but looks at the face of the construct he had stood upon throughout the battle. Noting the strong, chiseled features that only intensified the reality of the sheer strength of the thing; Tam pats it...

Raven Elk listens to Adi's fine speech. Agreeing with it in principle, the fact remained... "Really, Adi? And what of the ones we've all already killed? Now you say we've made heroes and martyrs of them all? "Have you always felt this way? Were you killing them only because the rest of us were...

Tam feels something dread and thrilling coursing through skin, nerves and mind. It was like having viscous lightning pour on and in one's body. He notices the sensation starting at his boot scabbard where he had tucked away (and quickly forgotten) the magically inscribed dagger 🗡. Tam, in future...

Raven Elk ponders the words of his friends. More killing? --- or mercy? Mercy was more appealing to Raven Elk's sensibilities, but they could ill afford being "known". The only way they had succeeded thus far was because they left no survivors...at least, no zealots anyway. "Taylar's right...

Raven Elk, more surprised than anyone, keeps his wits about him enough to motion Adi and Taylar to surround the prone troops, bringing their weapons to bear in case one of the prisoners should try to escape...or attack. "Well, well, well..." Raven Elk thinks to himself, "I will have to remember...

Grabbing one of the Sunstones, given as part of his share of the treasure, Raven Elk manipulates the Way Lines while using his spear defensively keeping the three soldier's attacks at bay. Feeling the essence of the Sunstone and Way Lines in combination, Raven Elk increases his Persona in the...

Tam, seeing how his arrows have little to no effect against the Leonids, decides to go for a soft spot, one of the eyes, with a Precise Shot. The Leonid (L5) is his target.

Raven Elk mutters: "OH, bloody hell.", and would initiate an attack, but waits on his comrades in arms, they being the better warriors, to make the first move. OOC: roll 19, mulligan --- 91.