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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Archon Basileus" data-source="post: 7164044" data-attributes="member: 6855545">HAGADARKThe hunting party moves towards the shadows of the tower. They leave Hagadark to take point, as he discovers the perfect way through: a section of the tower has fallen down, creating a secluded path between the cliffs and the old construction. They make their way towards the planes beyond easily, listening to the distant sounds of the battle. They hope to leave the battlegrounds behind, but as soon as they arrive at the other side, they see even more conflict as it unfolds. A line of dwarven riders charge against a unity of confused, yet combative, saurian archers, and the saurians return the favor in kind, as their own mounted warriors charge against dwarven infantry. Smoke and fire rises from the lines, as cries of rage and agony fill the air of the night – a rather common sight wherever dwarves march. As they march further westwards, Hagadark studies the area, trying to uncover the whereabouts of his mark, only to discover, to his dismay, that it is enveloped in its own little war. At a distance, he sees a group of three being attacked by the fading shapes of small saurians, the likes of which he could never recognize. They seem to pop in and out of existence, as if they suddenly turned invisible or phased through another plane, clouded from mortal eyes. He mans the compass and confirms it: his mark is held by someone within that crowd. But who?[Ok, you found them! Give it two rounds and you can arrive at the sight of the conflict, first one counting now!]MORGRYM/MARIUSThe little imps receive strike, stone and arrow unintimidated. Their first wave, a group of four, leap forward against the trio, hissing draconic curses and hailing the power of their armies. Their hands, clutching around curved bone knives, gleam in the dark, and Morgrym realizes the things are coated in poison! They take swings against Marius and Morgrym, but the monk’s agility and the dwarf’s thick coat are enough to resist the attack! The beast attacking Marius flies by the monk, landing on all fours right behind him, as Morgrym’s opponent rasps his leather covers after shocking himself against the heavy dwarf, incapable of harming or moving the druid back. Arvana is not so lucky, though. After striking one of the beasts, she evades a first attack only to be targeted by the second. Her right thigh bleeds copiously as she moans a curse in elfic. Her eyes roll back as if she was suddenly struck by hot winds under the sun.“It… It BURNS!” – she yells, reaching for a second arrow, her visible features translating evident pain. A second wave approaches, uncoated by mimesis. Marius is the first to see the blue kobolds, furious and horned like imps from the planes of hell, but as reptilian as their gaelian cousins. Six more, and they are unafraid.[Oook, that’s the next turn!][Sorry for the absence! Exams all done and I can resume things to a normal pace! Every day I’ll be here, every two, tops, I’ll update!] [MENTION=24380]Neurotic[/MENTION] [MENTION=6801311]KahlessNestor[/MENTION] [MENTION=87106]MetaVoid[/MENTION]</blockquote>

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