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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 1863283" data-attributes="member: 22792">Chapter 5 Continued (sorry its short)Oggut had just finished loading the last keg of his special brew onto a small horse-drawn trailer, when the party approached.  The look of surprise on his countenance did nothing to improve his muddled half-orc features.“Back so soon?”  Oggut probed.  Motega stepped forward and whispered into his over-sized ear.“Eh.  Stay here??  Fine by me, I’m just on my way out.  Do me a favor, wouldya?  Lock up when you leave.”  Again Motega leaned in, this time dropping several coins into Oggut’s hand with the exchanged words.Oggut’s look of surprise turned to one of happiness as he grabbed the barrel he had just placed on the back of the trailer.  He then moved it back into the bar, the party following him in.“Just remember to lock up.”  He grunted as tapped the barrel and left it on the bar for consumption.  Then he exited, leaving the party to their own devices.  Motega immediately sat down and imbibed the ale.After some quick and quiet conversation, shifts for watch were determined and the majority of the Heroes went to sleep. The humid, warm night remained silent and rapidly turned into morn.  Following their usual morning preparations, the band set off toward Castle Llyndofare.Hours into the march, Motega darted forward behind a group of shrubs.  He crouched and withdrew his bow, nocking one arrow.  The rest of the party followed his lead; withdrawing weapons and assuming a defensive position.The lack of movement and silence of the party emphasized the robust noise of movement seventy feet ahead.  Twigs snapped and armor shifted as seven pitch-black creatures struggled through the coarse brush.  Motega stood, took aim and loosed his arrow.  Until that moment, the dwem had not noticed the Heroes of Marchford.  But as the first arrow sailed not an inch over their heads, their attention was quickly drawn from their prior task.  Three of the dark-dwarves drew crossbows and moved into better firing positions.The remaining four hefted battle-axes at the ready and charged toward the Heroes.  Calyx was however prepared for their approach.  Whispering in the secret druidic language, she again commanded nature to restrain her foes.  Branches and vines answered the call; snaking around the creatures and binding them to their spot.  Only three of the dwem remained unchecked.The three unbound dwem let loose with a volley of crossbow bolts.    Several struck Motega as he moved into cover.  Behind him, Funeris retaliated by firing back, scoring a nasty wound against the dwem.  But the luck of the shot was for naught; within seconds several arrows caused the 6’2” man-child to collapse to the ground in a bloody heap.</blockquote>

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