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Message: <blockquote data-quote="VicsHacienda" data-source="post: 9690023" data-attributes="member: 6965574"><h3>Keeping It Moving</h3><img src="https://lh7-rt.googleusercontent.com/docsz/AD_4nXfLgKi4mxNcZ2FV55pVWkaogM-ST3zr06bS0No5M1eXd3F0H5Kc2tP4FCwml-1mvSD7QFKCZ49nJbCcC8mTwogMoKpT6flE9REJzvdM9j_500yIL-KkRWpNRb2vLzOIU7x9fhJ1?key=jA3QLkk_W2nN52fE-9C4vg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Osnald, uncertain whether he can affect the fleeing caster, dashes off eastward around a building, dodging as he goes. The wounded soldier across the river keeps fleeing, but fires at the running halfling with his shortbow. "I can reach ye from here, ye've just signed yer death warrant," I yell.Hertiage runs off as well, lumbering with axe held high.Viggo looks back as Osnald takes the arrow, decides between the soldier and the running caster, and casts some terrible skin affliction on the two of them, raising pus-filled infected blisters. The soldier shakes it off, wounded as he is. The caster hurls another bolt at Osnald.Fuming, I walk forward with my bow turned to the right, aiming across the river. I send an arrow past the soldier, who ducks, and plant a second in his firing shoulder, deep enough to cut an artery. He slumps and rolls down the bank into the water. "I told you, you rodent," I mutter.Trevor coaxes a citizen from a building, helping her to escape. Osnald turns, wincing, and viciously mocks the caster in a strange arcane language. "You B-word! You C You Next Tuesday!" The caster clutches her blister-covered skull in pain, and chooses to teleport somewhere. She disappears from my view in a fiery burst. I hear Hertiage yelling ahead, of saboteurs under the stone bridge. Viggo places his hand in the cold river and sends energy screaming through it, searing through everyone standing in the water.The landscape is clear around me, save for the still-confused commander standing across the wooden bridge. I dash up, longstrider propelling me, until I stand next to Osnald. I cure wounds on him. Nearby Trevor grabs an abandoned wagon and hauls it forward on some weird mission of his. He starts striking flame, which answers that question.Suddenly we hear a series of sickly popping noises, and a bloody, pus-filled noxious mist appears behind a building. Viggo's spell has worsened, and we now know the caster is somewhere on this side of the bank.Osnald heals himself further.<img src="https://lh7-rt.googleusercontent.com/docsz/AD_4nXdjBTZcs5ZMthK7yOZp_y-9ZrkOK6nhdEzZjqUaykbd2qnqvMq-i64mUyIZxZQizDwkph_FCjjGSbsBK6x8AeJfzO65qYyVySs45Riii35Xn24hL0PWwsNu0b9br0W1UVpZZOdoNw?key=jA3QLkk_W2nN52fE-9C4vg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Across the river, wading through the water within Viggo's pillar of fire, a man casts a necromantic spell, and a dark circle spreads between buildings and around all of us. An awful energy surges through us, feeling like death has gripped our hearts. Next to me Osnald sags, nearly falling.Fafnir steps forward, snarling words of Nuada, and sends a guiding bolt at the enemy cleric, following it with a hurled javelin of lightning. He leaps forward into the river and swings at the priest, downing him."You're lucky he got you, I was gonna!" yells Hertiage.Viggo brings forth another spell, miring the far side of the bridge with a pit of quicksand. He then squeezes past Trevor.<img src="https://lh7-rt.googleusercontent.com/docsz/AD_4nXeqq51iNRbn0A84ctMxHukJeymoGqi6ftOfn35zx-M3pqnYUQf5ti27tyYm2BMlVatZPjlnXbvZ8QqncwtqO2tCFK1K-ozLqoVCB8ys-WOcQqcSIZ9EdoAf4pbh3V71hqsfH4cR0Q?key=jA3QLkk_W2nN52fE-9C4vg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />The blistered caster suddenly appears, running beneath the stone bridge. This seems odd to me, since the bridge has been the most dangerous place to be for some minutes. She casts something, presumably in an attempt to dispel Viggo's glyphs. I set my hunter's mark on her, pop one of her mirror images, and miss with the second shot. Trevor slides down the bank to join me, his whip flashing and his own hunter's mark flickering. The Aquiline Heart wraps around both casters, spinning her about. He draws forth a dagger and throws, missing despite her being grappled.Osnald grants Trevor a bardic inspiration for his actions, then returns to licking his wounds.Beneath the bridge, Fafnir grasps the fallen enemy caster in a strong fist to keep him from floating away. He then directs a spiritual weapon against the blistered, grappled, mirrored woman. The last mirror image vanishes. The cleric of Nuada grunts in satisfaction, and drags the body up onto the bank."Finish her!" cries Hertiage, running under the bridge and swinging his axe wildly at the woman, managing to miss her both times.Viggo, looking to do that very thing, electrifies the water again. Her teeth clatter as she shudders, and she sinks beneath the surface, held by Trevor's whip.No more enemies face us. Viggo's searing sun pillar crackles in the icy air.We gather townspeople and get them moving across the northwest bridge, just as the long lines of approaching Steppengardian forces appear to the south. We start traveling to Gallo's Fend.</blockquote>

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