LazarusLong42
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The party having shopped to its heart's content, you congregate again at the Irregulars' headquarters shortly before sunset. Calemon greets you warmly, but rapidly. "Welcome back, though I'm afraid there's little time to talk. It seems our attack may have been pre-empted--crazy clerics and their divination spells. We still expect to be able to draw off the undead, however, and the fact they're sending in more waves than ever means they're probably not keeping many to guard themselves.
"We have a few fighters I kept in reserve to help you, if you feel you need the help. Gentlemen?"
A human, a dwarf and two halflings enter the room. "I suggest you move quickly. Our diversionary tactics will likely only last a couple of hours."
OOC: Decide whether you want their help, obviously. Remember that their not being elsewhere might affect the outcomes of other battles.
It seems that someone's divinations were a bit too good, in fact--as you make your way out toward the entrance, you hear thumping and rapping on the door. Not exactly coordinated thumping, but it's there nonetheless. The undead have come to you.
OOC: I'll post initiatives shortly.
"We have a few fighters I kept in reserve to help you, if you feel you need the help. Gentlemen?"
A human, a dwarf and two halflings enter the room. "I suggest you move quickly. Our diversionary tactics will likely only last a couple of hours."
OOC: Decide whether you want their help, obviously. Remember that their not being elsewhere might affect the outcomes of other battles.
It seems that someone's divinations were a bit too good, in fact--as you make your way out toward the entrance, you hear thumping and rapping on the door. Not exactly coordinated thumping, but it's there nonetheless. The undead have come to you.
OOC: I'll post initiatives shortly.
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