[EBERRON] the Extraordinaries, 'A Terror Awakened, the League Reborn'

[Keia]

Azreal, Half-Celestial Paladin/Warmage HP: 46/46 AC: 23

Azreal looked at Neville, then spoke up, "Forgive me for mentioning it, Neville . . . but I believe that Liera was negotiating with them for a lesser charge . . . it would behoove us to listen to her offer and their acceptance of that offer. No reason to give up everything when less . . . will do."

 

[ShaggySpellsword]

Marcus simply watches the proceedings, torn with a desire to put these pitiful creatures out of their very apparent misery, and his smug thoughts Somehow Neville, I doubt they would have let us take more asses with us even if we had brought one hundred. And if we had brought porters? What then?

 

[taitzu52]

"Forgive me for mentioning it, Neville . . . but I believe that Liera was negotiating with them for a lesser charge ."

"Who?"

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[Ferrix]

Liera smiles softly to her companions, the faint glimmer of yellowed teeth remind you of Gherald, although they are swiftly once again bright white teeth. "I am hoping that I could sort this out with the smallest loss as possible." Those of the Extraordinaries getting a closer look at her notice that her clothing is simple yet well made, and a small embroidered crest of the family of ir'Wynarn on her shirt.

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[Karl Green]

As Neville leads the two Magebreed Mules to the spokesmen, they do not seem overly happy and start pulling hard on their lead ropes and baying loudly. The hooded figure nods sniffing the air with something akin to delight and taps his staff on the group. Two bend and twisted figures that had pulled back from the light limp forward – again they seem confused and a bit in pain, their hoods twisting this way and that as they try to locate the source of their pain – and come and grab the lead-lines from Nevilla.

Pulling hard they lead the animals out of the circle of light and into the darkness. The crowd seems to go with them, only the speaker remains – for a moment. He then adds “Leave, ye will… Return, do not. Trespassers, we do not welcome or want… Destroy ye, we will, if need arise… Pain and sadness, to the lands we will add…” and then it turns, and leaning heavily onto its staff it staggers away and disappears into the night (note they seem to be heading back towards the ruined town that you past).

Sharp baying and crying and wild laughter can be heard for some time…

 

[Ferrix]

Liera scowls at the creatures as they steal off with their mules, "repulsive."

 

[Bobitron]

Fury gathers up the provisions and stands ready to leave, immune to any feelings of loss regarding the mules. "I agree with your decision, Rathbone. To waste our combat readiness on the mob may have proven to be a mistake."

 

[Prof Yeti]

Taran Varnodel d'Phiarlan - Half Dragon Ranger/ Sorcerer

Still watching as the creatures move into the gloom Taran makes himself ready to leave. "Expedient....but where is the honor?" he states more to himself than the party. Then with his equipment ready he goes to stand with Fury.

 

[taitzu52]

"There is no honor in senseless death, Mr. Taran." says Neville as he approaches the group, wiping the dirt off of his hands, unaware of the irony that would point to the mules' demise. "They were not a force blocking the ends of this expedition, and I can assure you, I have paid worse prices in my long, long day."

"Right. Back to sleep all. Especially you, Marcus. I daresay that we'll have little more trouble this evening" says Neville, sounding like a proper Brelish wetnurse. But still, the watches will be as scheduled. He walks over to the supplies, shaking his head at the disarray of it all. "But come now, Taran, let us see this wondrous satchel of yours. I am sure that Fury's pride in the clean and jerk shall not bee too injured if we lighten the load a bit."

He will then mark the map with a big 'X', and finish his watch. Neville splits the gear up between Taran, and himself, a good fifty or sixty pounds in each bag. The rest will go with Fury. Neville will sash together something to make the load easier to bear.

 

[ShaggySpellsword]

Marcus lays back down for the night, keeping his bow nearby in case of emergency.