Rucks (ICC)

While looking intently at the manual Prestige addresses both Isis and Oam," Please let me know about the progress of our foes....Either one of you able to use a rod of lightning?"
 

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Prestige looks up and toward the Demon Horde, trying to calculate their distance and approximate time of arrival. Closing the Manual and putting it into his haversack as he does so. "It is like something from a nightmare!" whispers the halfling,"Only Worse!"
 
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For all out side it is easy to see that there several hundred daemons. They are around 1000’ away now but many will have to move around the lake.
 
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In the Tower

There some muffles sounds from behind the doors scraping of some things then the groans of wood and woman doing manual labor.

The north most door opens but not very far.

The daemons are 800’ away it will tack 3 rounds to get every one threw and 2 for the dogs around to un load Twobeards of his bourdon and another to drag Ermac threw the door so 7 rounds that leaves the daemons 380’ 2 more rounds to shut the door and work locks and the bar will be difficult to replace.
 

Prestige cuts the saddle know and the underbelly knot so the still tied Ermac can be dragged into the tower. "Help me get him in there," Looking at the dags he says,"What are you waiting on? Get in there!"

(It takes 7 rounds.....fine)

After the door is locked Prestige presses back away from the door while looking around the area he has entered. No time for rest is appearant in his composure.

"Thanks, stranger, we owe you one." Prestige gasps. "Hopefully, this place holds up well" said like an inquirery directly toward the structure as he looks around.
 
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