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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Viktyr Gehrig" data-source="post: 1236536" data-attributes="member: 9249">Back on the Prime: After a long day's ride from the Baron's capital, Dagger and the two Tieflings finally convinced the seemingly tireless Dagan to make camp for the night. Dagan had been leading the journey, keeping an admirable pace for the party on foot, as the horses refused to bear him. He helped the other two adults pitch tents and start a fire, and then, after Del agreed to take first watch with her animal companion-- a fine hawk-- he laid out his own bedroll and tried to sleep.Dagan had closed his eyes for only a few minutes before the images poured forth, unbidden, into his mind. Trying to keep something distracted, so that his friends can destroy the necromancer. A fleeting image across his eyes, and he follows it... and feels a cold, stabbing pain in his gut. He collapses, and everything fades. A man in robes, a silver holy symbol around his neck, praying over him. Tears in his eyes, he pleads, "Why will the Bright One not answer his prayers? Has he forsaken me?" The robed man reaches across Dagan's face, and his vision fades again. Men in ceremonial armor and sacred robes surround him. Some are crying. A man in plain, brown robes leans over him... "I'm sorry, Dagan. The Bright One has forsaken us both now." And then they bury him alive... Restless, Dagan crawled back out of his tent and relieved Del of the watch. Worried, she asked if he was alright. Dagan shrugged and said, "I've been worse." Del spared him another glance as she climbed into her own tent... but if something was troubling Dagan, nothing showed in his stoic posture. After a few minutes, her concerns faded as she drifted to sleep. Six hours later, Dagan having regained his composure, he heard a snap and a rustling in the near woods, too large to have been a small animal. Suspicious, he sprang into the woods after it, figuring that, at worst, his friends would have meat at breakfast. Dagan's quarry let out a shrill, sudden cry of alarm and fled, but Dagan's boundless stamina allowed him to run the goblin into the ground and, after a brief tussle, bring it, still alive, back to camp-- where the party, alarmed by the noise, had awoken and prepared for battle. A more cautious pursuer lurked behind them off the trail, waiting for a better opportunity to present himself. Luckily, they had not yet found him like they had the clumsy goblin scout.</blockquote>

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