IN THE STORM HORNS

[Tom Cashel]

Snow flurries begin to fall from the overcast sky as you drag the unconscious–and extremely heavy–Slayer into the trees.

"What a revolting specimen," Quidam grunts, using a handful of snow to wash his hands. "Should we prevent it from bleeding to death?"

 

[Mahiro Satsu]

How about you prevent ME from bleeding to death. Pulls hand away from shoulder, revealing a horrid wound and broken bones. Let him die i say.

 

[Van Dyksun]

"It's good to know my animal instincts were right--this is a group that should have been sent to the gods as soon as we saw them. Didn't I say, 'Flame strike,' druid? Gah. I thought both the rogue and I were done for, and if it wasn't for that electricity that kept frying him, a welcome healing spell from the twosome and your brave spear-stabbing, Artemus, I don't think any of us would have survived.

And you didn't say anything the entire fight!"

I lay my paws against my chest and ask for Selune's help in closing my own severe, near-incapacitating, wounds.

 

[Mahiro Satsu]

If their strong arm was this tough, imagine what their insidious magic will do. I dont like this.

 

[Tom Cashel]

Dalabrac, Quidam casts a pair of healing spells on you [regain 37 points]. "Soon we will ask you to convert, stealthy warrior..."

 

[Mahiro Satsu]

Yous gots it! What do I need to do?

 

[Roman Gemmalee]

"Actually Bear, you may not have heard over the din of battle but when I charged the Barbarian, I shouted, 'Leave him for me!' so that you and Dalabrac would break off and heal yourselves." I sniff the air, cringe and say,"You keep bathing and I will keep quiet. Deal?"

"Who is still hurt?"

 

[Van Dyksun]

"Ha! HA! You crack me up, druid. I like you, no matter what.

What's the plan for the three that are left. They're going to come investigate when their pet monkey here doesn't return to the zoo."

 

[Roman Gemmalee]

"Let's plan the 'Ambush That Will Not Fail!'"

 

[Mahiro Satsu]

Any ambush can fail, we just have to figure out who to kill first. I'm betting the old man, he seems a wiley sort.