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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 7979437" data-attributes="member: 9255">EBERRON: FOR HIRESEGMENT 014“THREAT OF THE EMERALD CLAW”4/26/20DRAVAGO 23, 1000The Electric Rail’s sound of movement is somewhat peaceful to the gnome.&nbsp; The three of them must share a room which is cramped.&nbsp; Worse, it has but one bed.&nbsp; As the gnome prepares for sleep, he does his prayers.&nbsp; Silverwing quickly and silently takes the bed.&nbsp; He turns ands finds he will be sleeping on the floor.Gyor stands before the door as a guard.&nbsp; They taking The Commander’s threat of “other parties” very seriously.&nbsp; An hour goes by.&nbsp; Silverwing is in her meditative state that all elves use to rest.&nbsp; Sir Gali has fallen asleep sitting upright in the corner. Gyor is like any warforged.&nbsp; He passes as a statue more than anything alive and awake.Then Gyor hears activity outside in the hallway.&nbsp; Several people are grouping up before the door.&nbsp; A gentle knock but no voices.&nbsp; Another knock, harder this time.&nbsp; “Late.&nbsp; Return in the morning” He says. WHAM!&nbsp; Something strikes the door.&nbsp; It is followed by two more slams before the door splitters.&nbsp; Silverwing wakes up and pushes up from the bed- “Wha-?”&nbsp; The paladin seems tangled in his blanket but gets to his feet.&nbsp; “Let us in!” Hisses a dark and deep voice from outside.&nbsp; Through the crack something tries to peer in.&nbsp; Gyor kicks down the broken door taking the broken door and the person behind it back into the hallway.&nbsp; Several men dressed in tattered and torn green and black armor with “half-faced” helmets stare at him.&nbsp; They are bottle-necked by the door and the warforged keeps them at bay.&nbsp; They are fast and hit hard but his ability to ignore damage (DR and DM bad rolls) makes it uneventful.&nbsp; Then he looks at their eyes.&nbsp; Their eyes!The face is black and in constant shadow.&nbsp; Their eyes glow blood red.&nbsp; Suddenly, Silverwing hears something behind her- something at the window.&nbsp; The paladin turns and sees it also.&nbsp; A possible Emerald Claw soldier clinging to the side of the car from the outside!&nbsp;&nbsp; His flail is drawn out from the momentum of the speeding car.&nbsp; It first knocks off his helmet then hits his forehead repeatedly.&nbsp; Not hard but often.&nbsp; A flab of skin is torn back and flabs in the wind along with the flail.The leader pushes the warforged back and out of the way.&nbsp; “Turn back or deal with The Emerald Claw and The Black Manifest!”“VAMPIRES!” calls out the Paladin.“Wha! Where” Calls out the winged elf from the bed.“Gali- you are having…. A bad dream.” Says the warforged whom is standing before a closed door.“Yes.&nbsp; Yes…. A dream.&nbsp; It was just a dream.&nbsp; A bad dream.”</blockquote>

[QUOTE="megamania, post: 7979437, member: 9255"] EBERRON: FOR HIRE SEGMENT 014 “THREAT OF THE EMERALD CLAW” 4/26/20 DRAVAGO 23, 1000 The Electric Rail’s sound of movement is somewhat peaceful to the gnome. The three of them must share a room which is cramped. Worse, it has but one bed. As the gnome prepares for sleep, he does his prayers. Silverwing quickly and silently takes the bed. He turns ands finds he will be sleeping on the floor. Gyor stands before the door as a guard. They taking The Commander’s threat of “other parties” very seriously. An hour goes by. Silverwing is in her meditative state that all elves use to rest. Sir Gali has fallen asleep sitting upright in the corner. Gyor is like any warforged. He passes as a statue more than anything alive and awake. Then Gyor hears activity outside in the hallway. Several people are grouping up before the door. A gentle knock but no voices. Another knock, harder this time. “Late. Return in the morning” He says. WHAM! Something strikes the door. It is followed by two more slams before the door splitters. Silverwing wakes up and pushes up from the bed- “Wha-?” The paladin seems tangled in his blanket but gets to his feet. “Let us in!” Hisses a dark and deep voice from outside. Through the crack something tries to peer in. Gyor kicks down the broken door taking the broken door and the person behind it back into the hallway. Several men dressed in tattered and torn green and black armor with “half-faced” helmets stare at him. They are bottle-necked by the door and the warforged keeps them at bay. They are fast and hit hard but his ability to ignore damage (DR and DM bad rolls) makes it uneventful. Then he looks at their eyes. Their eyes! The face is black and in constant shadow. Their eyes glow blood red. Suddenly, Silverwing hears something behind her- something at the window. The paladin turns and sees it also. A possible Emerald Claw soldier clinging to the side of the car from the outside! His flail is drawn out from the momentum of the speeding car. It first knocks off his helmet then hits his forehead repeatedly. Not hard but often. A flab of skin is torn back and flabs in the wind along with the flail. The leader pushes the warforged back and out of the way. “Turn back or deal with The Emerald Claw and The Black Manifest!” “VAMPIRES!” calls out the Paladin. “Wha! Where” Calls out the winged elf from the bed. “Gali- you are having…. A bad dream.” Says the warforged whom is standing before a closed door. “Yes. Yes…. A dream. It was just a dream. A bad dream.” [/QUOTE]

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