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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 2974549" data-attributes="member: 4441">The group takes a further look at the maps of the area and determines a few routes they can use to meet in the foothills of the Highlands once they get Darvekis.  Thusly prepared, the rain and thunder part company.~~~The members of the rain are met by Kingsmarch scouts about two hours before dawn.  They carefully lead the group around and then back, wanting to help them approach the Dominion camp from the rear, as if they had come from the main camp.  “We sometimes use this route to stall reinforcements or sneak in to sabotage supplies, but we can’t use it very often, or they’ll figure out where we’re coming from.   Good luck, this is where we leave you,” they say, and then slip back into the night.  Haedyn is dressed in the dark red, heavily embroidered uniform of the Dominion, and takes his place next to Hiitar in a protecting position.  Ssiran and Ebony simply contrive to look like hangers-on, tagging along with Hiitar as the leader.The group travels fairly openly, as this plan relies on brass as much as stealth.  While they don’t carry torches or advertise their presence, they don’t attempt to look like skulking thieves either.  Upon due course, a group of tiefling guards halts them, looking them over carefully.  “Announce yourselves!  What legion sends you?” the leader asks, his eyes darting amongst the group.~~~Sir Aravir finds himself surrounded by other Kingsmarch knights, including a small group of the elite Knights Adamant, those devoted to the goddess Alharra.  One of them, a massively-muscled woman with the look of a Talorian about her, asks Sir Aravir to sit at her fire.  “I’m Sir Terra of the Knights Adamant, Sir Aravir.  We’ll be leading the assault in the dawn, and wanted your opinion as to tactics,” she asks of him, gesturing to the other knights at their own fires.Jillian is lead to the Andlemere archers, a group of mixed lowland and trueborn men and women, along with a tiny number of dawn elves.  All of them are engaged in frantic fletching, building up a supply of arrows for the dawn’s assault.  One of the elves waves Jillian to her side, and a human man wearing a commander’s sigil gives her a small nod.  “We’re glad to have you.  I’m Commander Locke, and that’s Elmerea, ambassador, if you will, of her people.  What are you looking to put your arrows into, come dawn?  Tiefling commanders, the towers, the rank-and-file, or those wretched fiends?”Galan is guided to the warmages’ camp, and lead to a curious tent.  It looked no larger or finer than any other soldier’s, but once inside, it was nearly as large as a small house, and lit up as brightly as day.  It was a truly cunning illusion, he realized.  The warmages’ subcommander proved to be an elegant Riestan man with a fall of platinum-blonde hair.  For all that he looked like a dandy in his rich robes of blue and silver, he fairly crackled with arcane energy.  “ Galanorthrim Evanyrdor, a pleasure to meet you,” he says with an elaborate court bow.  “Come, tell me what kinds of magical brilliance you intend to unleash on these naughty little devil-men.”</blockquote>

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