Dawnforge - The True Kings
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Jillian, female wood elf rogue
After the battle:
Before leaving with her companions for the rendezvous point Jillian returns what fiend-bane arrows she has left to Commander Locke. "I believe you will need these more then I."
Later at rendezvous point:
Jillian lets the others speak as she looks around for a good point to watch for the Rain's approach. A nice tall tree would be preferred.
After the battle:
Before leaving with her companions for the rendezvous point Jillian returns what fiend-bane arrows she has left to Commander Locke. "I believe you will need these more then I."
Later at rendezvous point:
Jillian lets the others speak as she looks around for a good point to watch for the Rain's approach. A nice tall tree would be preferred.
OOC: Well, since doghead has an ips problem and Ferrix is still moving, lemme move this battle with the Rain forward a bit...
Haedyn lays about him with Riva, getting inside the lowlander's pikes and other polearms, his tough armor and spiritual power protecting him from harm. In a whirlwind of death, he slices through two of them almost simultaneously, and whirls for more blood. Darvekis dances backward from the battle, putting more and more acid arrows into the air, while Ebony and Hiitar flank and flank again, bringing down the rest of the tiefling officers.
The end is as swift and sudden as the Thunder's distraction, with a near-dozen bodies laid out on the raw earth. Darvekis comes closer, and spits on the faces of the tiefling corpses before helping you remove any goods from them you may want.
The other slaves are freed from their pits, and will take any weapons or armor you didn't in an effort to protect themselves. All are battered, most are starving, but all are incredibly lucky to be alive.
"I was very very close to becoming a prime sacrifice for some sulfur-belching, blood-bathing behemoth. Your timing couldn't be more perfect," Darvekis says finally, as he is cloaked, hooded, and put on the horse to rest a bit. He says little else during the journey, other than a soft thanks to you when you pass off the former slaves to the care of Kingsmarch scouts. They'll see them back home.
It's nearly noon before Jillian, in her high post in a tree, spots the returning Rain. The presence of an extra body amongst them reveals Darvekis is with them. Within moments the group is reunited, a thin and battered Darvekis seeming ridiculously happy that he's amongst friendly people once again.
Haedyn lays about him with Riva, getting inside the lowlander's pikes and other polearms, his tough armor and spiritual power protecting him from harm. In a whirlwind of death, he slices through two of them almost simultaneously, and whirls for more blood. Darvekis dances backward from the battle, putting more and more acid arrows into the air, while Ebony and Hiitar flank and flank again, bringing down the rest of the tiefling officers.
The end is as swift and sudden as the Thunder's distraction, with a near-dozen bodies laid out on the raw earth. Darvekis comes closer, and spits on the faces of the tiefling corpses before helping you remove any goods from them you may want.
The other slaves are freed from their pits, and will take any weapons or armor you didn't in an effort to protect themselves. All are battered, most are starving, but all are incredibly lucky to be alive.
"I was very very close to becoming a prime sacrifice for some sulfur-belching, blood-bathing behemoth. Your timing couldn't be more perfect," Darvekis says finally, as he is cloaked, hooded, and put on the horse to rest a bit. He says little else during the journey, other than a soft thanks to you when you pass off the former slaves to the care of Kingsmarch scouts. They'll see them back home.
It's nearly noon before Jillian, in her high post in a tree, spots the returning Rain. The presence of an extra body amongst them reveals Darvekis is with them. Within moments the group is reunited, a thin and battered Darvekis seeming ridiculously happy that he's amongst friendly people once again.
Rystil Arden
First Post
"Praise Alharra, you have done it!" Ssiran calls out cheerfully, "Well done!"
unleashed
First Post
Haedyn, Male Lowlander Spirit Adept
“Yes, it turns out the guards weren’t much trouble after all,” Haedyn says, sounding somewhat disappointed as he begins to sharpen his axe, more out of habit than need.
Turning his head towards Solara, he pauses in his sharpening and simply says, “Haedyn,” before returning to his work.
“Yes, it turns out the guards weren’t much trouble after all,” Haedyn says, sounding somewhat disappointed as he begins to sharpen his axe, more out of habit than need.
Turning his head towards Solara, he pauses in his sharpening and simply says, “Haedyn,” before returning to his work.
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Rystil Arden
First Post
"Twas lucky then," Ssiran smiles, "It appears we were successful in our first task, my friends! Let us celebrate, but now for long--we have far to travel still, and much to do."
Widowmaker
First Post
Sir Aravir sits on his horse glad to see his companions made it back, but at the same time he feel a hatred towards the new tiefling. I cannot get over my hatred of the enemy so easily.
"Hail friends welcome back." Sir Aravir will state.
Afterwards Sir Aravir sits and listens to the there tale.
"Hail friends welcome back." Sir Aravir will state.
Afterwards Sir Aravir sits and listens to the there tale.
Starman
Adventurer
Galen gives a small smile and nods at the rest of the group. Later, I will have to talk to Darvekis. He could teach me so much.
"As Raynard mentioned, we should be going. We don't want to be caught out here if the Tieflings discover what has happened and attempt to track us," the elf says, picking up his backpack and preparing for the trip back.
"As Raynard mentioned, we should be going. We don't want to be caught out here if the Tieflings discover what has happened and attempt to track us," the elf says, picking up his backpack and preparing for the trip back.
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Rystil Arden
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(OOC: Psst, that's Raynard 
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