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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Broccli_Head" data-source="post: 240683" data-attributes="member: 105">Heroes...17 Ches 1373, Year of Rogue Dragons: Grim's Day OutGrim did not want to stay cooped up in the High Tower. Neither did Meliane. They agreed to take a day to go to town. The halfling wanted to get a replacement for the cloak that had been destroyed in the Valley of Storms and Mel wanted to visit the temple to Eldath. Ellysidell, ever watchful of the weaker members of the party, decided to accompany the pair. He also wanted to make sure that they stayed out of trouble. Benito sat in cloister preparing healing scrolls and Kirin was in intense negotiations to get money for the mechas that the Heroes had discovered. Soulies, also feeling stir crazy in the castle,  decided to go to town as well, posing as Meliane's animal companion so as to not arouse too much suspicion...The companions traveled down the well-guarded path that led from the High Tower to the High Town, the part of Iriaebor that lay on the tor overlooking the Chionthar. Grim spied the shop he had seen when they had arrived and made a bee-line towards it. He entered the Well-dressed Wizard while the others waited outside. Robes and cloaks and staves of all shapes and sizes hung on racks and bars all throughout the shop. Perfect, thought the halfling as he spied a smallish cloak made of non-glossy black material. Grim concluded his business quickly and exited, excited that his order would be ready the next day. Meliane then began leading the party towards the Silent Hall, a temple to Eldath at the end of the High Town. Their peaceful walk was interrupted by a shouting match between two big, burly fighting types. Grim took in the situation as he blended into the crowd taking advantage of the shadows formed from market stalls and fruit carts in the busy street. "How dare you interrupt my breakfast, whelp!" shouted a big man, over 7 feet tall in black armor wielding a huge, blackened, metal maul. Grim noticed that the symbol of a black talon on a red field on that man matched the symbol of the flags flying on a basalt fortress that they stood right outside. The rogue also saw the gleam of armor from archers behind battlements with bows ready. The other man, this one also large, but covered with distinct large, black feathers stammered something about vengeance and charged with a battle axe. He missed severely and the maul-wielder struck him two times within the span of heartbeats. A third swipe to trip up the axe-wielder missed. Grim slapped his forehead as he saw Meliane and her pet wolverine as well as Ellysidell ready to meddle in affairs not their own. Another individual, a man dressed in once fine, but now tattered robes also caught his attention. Forest brother, beware of archers from the fortress...and a spellcaster! Grim sent to the wild elf. The raven-feathered man was clearly outmatched. Before more combat could take place, Meliane stepped in. Ellysidell, hand on the hilt of his falchion, watched her back.  Grim missed the exact details of the exchange--something about bringing the "full wrath of the Emerald Enclave"-- but the Black Talon backed down. As he strode with disdain back through the portcullis of the fortress, he taunted the raven-warrior. Meliane also threw the 7-foot man a bag of gold. "Typical Uthgardt! Hiding behind the skirts of his women."AND  "Hope those love taps sting for a while. No one challenges Taurgosz "TenHammer" Khosann and gets away for free!"The last quip was given some emphasis with Tenhammer beating his chest. The Uthgardt was named Udin of the Raven Clan. Apparently, the Black Talons had raided his village way in the North some time within the past year. He was going right to the source, but after healing himself and accepting the healing of the druidess, he mused that revenge would have to wait.Grim hung back as the group, with the addition of the lost and clueless barbarian continued to the Silent Hall.  The curious mage followed. Silent Hall was Grim's kind of place. It was quiet. The grove of Eldath was exquisite and the High Priestess Luaqqa, who had a green hue to her skin, spoke to them in a whisper. Meliane informed her of the events of their journey from Westgate up to that point while Ellysidell and an annoyed Grim had to escort Udin, Soulies, and the other hanger-on from the temple as they broke the silence etiquette and Soulies almost triggered several wards. Grim wanted to go back to Bron's castle. It seemed that there was no peace. When they arrived and without incident, they encountered Benito and Khirin planning for the sale of the mechas. Khirin looked curiously at the new people. Khirin grunted to himself and thought, more leeches to sap the wealth. Benito sighed...more fools to protect...He looked to the Northwest and muttered a quick prayer to Tyr for guidance and victory. Somewhere, the paladin of Ilmater suffered more than he could imagine and beyond that their old companion Mourn was the prisoner of bandits. The cleric refused to let his eyes wander south. He did not want to dwell on the recent, brutal past. Aris, I wish you had not fallen....</blockquote>

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