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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 1610458" data-attributes="member: 2885">Out of the Frying PanDarian, Arendel, Calrom, and Alya used what magic they had to heal the party. Still a few scrapes and bruises were evident as the party headed back to Dagger Falls. They hadn't traveled far when Fiddle noticed something unusual. The area around Dagger Falls was lit up brighter than it should be. The party picked up the pace. They had a good hour's ride to reach the town. Alya hid amongst the supplies.The closer they got the more evident the trouble presented itself.  It was the camp on the far side of the town. Scardale if Fiddle remembered correctly. The representatives closest to the Mistledale and Shawdowdale contingent of the meeting.“Halt, who goes there?” a sentry screamed at the party as they approached.“We have urgent business with Randal Morn,” Fiddle bellowed a response. “He is expecting us.”Fiddle waved the scalps and string of ears at the guard when he was closer. Darian held forth the male wizard’s head. Several more armed guardsmen appeared and began to surround the party.“There is trouble in the camp,” the sentry replied. “A band of Ogres attack the Scardale camp. The representative was unharmed but the camp was sacked. We aren’t sure if more hostiles will arrive. There is a bucket brigade handling the fire.”Sully protected the supplies from too much scrutiny.  No point in the guards discovering Alya. He urged his mount and the supplies towards the bucket brigade. Darian went with him. They stopped by the Mistledale camp first. Charles the halfling valet was glad to see them. But he warned them against disturbing Dumic the Red.Calrom, Fiddle, and Arendel set off to see what tracks they could discover. And if they could find out who was behind the assault. No rest for the weary. A quick search proved too easy. It was Ogres alright. And they had been quick about their business. The tracks lead into the woods at the edge of Dagger Falls.The rangers, bear, and druid gave chase for over an hour before they lost the tracks.“I’ll meet you back at camp,” Arendel stated. “I’m going to see what I can find from the air.” Arendel assumed bat form and was gone in a flash.Calrom and Fiddle returned to the Mistledale camp to rest.Randal Morn was waiting for them.</blockquote>

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