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Message: <blockquote data-quote="FitzTheRuke" data-source="post: 8338475" data-attributes="member: 59816">Perhaps it was Ethian's flame, or perhaps it was Kaliban's blade that felled the last gnoll. Either way, the hill fell silent and the group that had gathered in Candlekeep had their victory. A solid, well-earned victory. They had all done their part, and their assault had gone so well that the only injury was a small scratch to Ethian's ribs from a near-miss from a spear thrust. His tunic needed mending, but his skin was barely broken.On the other hand, Broun had been badly beaten. In addition, they needed to find the two missing horses before dusk, which was now less than an hour away. The tents were large, but according to Broun, there were no other gnolls. This group was most likely out of the Wood of Sharp Teeth (named for its history of werewolves, demons, and demon-worshipping gnolls) which began some thirty leagues to the east. Gnolls raiding along the Coast Way was not unheard of. It was rare for them to venture quite this close to Candlekeep, however.With his ritual enhancing his sight, Ruznami noticed, on the body of the pack-leader, two items that he quickly realized were potions, stored in purpose-carved gourdes. One was easily recognised as a healing potion (though darker in liquid and earthier smelling than he was used to). The other looked and smelled like rotting blood, but it gave off an aura of infernal magic.</blockquote>