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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Phoenix" data-source="post: 2432973" data-attributes="member: 16166">[sblock]Yellow Man damage roll - 2pts, 2pts, 5pts, 3pts, 3pts[/sblock]The children looked at the great half-orc for a moment before scuttling about him, a few of them even presing their hands against his legs in the hope that they could stop his tired and bleeding body from falling should he do so.  Levaing Hentre on the floor of the chapel of Urbanus with his dead companion, Ba'aktar and the children slowly shuffled out the front door and back into the streets of the city.Before the front of the chapel Yu'olan lay face first in the mud, his blood trickling into a dirty pool nearby, swiftly beign washed away by the rain.  Standing before Ba'aktar (as well as near the slumped form of Yu'olan) a yellow-robed figure with a large yellow pointed mask made from the same cloth as his robes looks impassively at the coming group.In his hand a short metal rod is already pointed towards the group, one muffled word from the figure causes the end of the rod to glow and, for Ba'aktar, everything goes black.****Time passes, as it is want to do.****Ba'aktar rubs his head, was he dead?  Something smelt bad in here, really bad.  Gingerly opening one eye he notices that he is wearing little more than rags and is slumped in the corner of a stone walled cell with several iron bars running from ceiling to floor on one wall.  The cold was almost unbarable, but not as much as the wailing (chanting? singing?) that seemed to be echoing through the corridor outside his cell.Where was he?[sblock]Ba'aktar's hit points restored to 4.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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