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Message: <blockquote data-quote="industrygothica" data-source="post: 4420878" data-attributes="member: 23298">"No reinforcements yet," says the jolly human.  "Been sent fer, I'd be guessin', but none here yet."Well yer certainly a thirsty one, aren't ye?" the barmaid teases Brega as she goes for more drinks.  If she'd known that would be the last time she would laugh, she might have said something funnier.The door to the Antler and Thistle exploded from its hinges as four hobgoblins burst through, their swords cutting down anything in their path.  One of the humans at the table nearest was cut down before he could take his last swallow, and a fount of blood is erupting from the lively barmaid's mouth as she slides from the sword onto the floor by the fireplace.  The drunk at the bar  is wounded but still alive, and the other human near the front has managed to wedge himself under the table.The three card-players in the back have taken up their chairs and are wielding them furiously in defense of their coin.<img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j168/industrygothica/rpg_images/Rescue%20at%20Rivenroar/RaR_003.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Initiative25 Peregrine17 Brega15 Aliyas9 Illian8 hobgoblins1 Elias0 npcs</blockquote>