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Message: <blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 615573" data-attributes="member: 2292">Tuesday, August 22nd, 508 AFEarly enough to still be called last night <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> Durhon straps on his armor, then carefully tests the edge on his axe.  Warwind flips open his spell-book and engages in the business of learning all the combat spells he can master, quickly stacking Mage, Shield and magic missile alongside flaming sphere after flaming sphere.  Yip checks the cords on his bola's and takes a watch position over the Moathouse.  His eyes glow red in the murky darkness.It starts to rain once more.Yip keeps staring intently forward as the rain starts, his eyes not leaving the couryard.  Durhon and Warwind finish their preperations and join him on the peak of the hill."Do we have a plan?" Warwind asks.  "We hurt them," Durhon says simply.  "Then we cut their ferkin heads off.""Shouldn't we try sneaking up on them?"Durhon grunts once, in a grim kind of humor.  Warwind waits expectantly for an answer."And do what, surprise them with our presence?" Durhon asks.  Warwind takes his point and nods silently.  "If it'll make yer feel any better, we'll send Knobly in to spring any ambushes," Durhon says.  Yip glances at him and raises an eyebrow."Yer smaller, faster, sneakier and harder to hit," Durhon tells him.  "Treerooter couldn't take a good shot, and I'm to slow.  Crap, Knobbly, worse comes to worse, catch the ferkin arrows."Yip nods silently.  He doesn't like the reasoning of the plan, but this is a mission of vengance now.  Surely St Cuthbert will smile on him and guard his way.  His tail starts swishing back and forth in anger.They look at each other, nodding once to indicate their readiness, then methodically trudge down the slipper, mud covered hill towards the Moathouse.  Care is taken to avoid the marshy pool, and they cross the impromtue moatbridge as quietly as they can.  A few minutes is spent in the ruins of the gate, taking cover from the rain.  The courtyard unnaturally still, ominously so.  The only thing that can be heard is the sound of rain falling on the crumbling stonework above them."sst, Runty," Durhon says, "Look round the corner and let us know what you spot."Yip nods and slowly peaks around the corner, taking his time and absorbing as much of the scene as he can.  He spots shadowy movement behind a few of the arrow slits, including two by the ruined doors of the small keep."Watchers," he says softly, using a scouts avoidance of hard-syllabled whispers.  "Behind arrowslits."He points to one end of the courtyard, then counts off with his fingers, letting his companions know where enemies are lurking."Ambush," Durhon whispers unhappily. "You spring it, we'll turn the tables, yeah?"Yip nods.  He takes a moment to breath deeply, centering himself.  He feels a sensation of peace and readiness come over him, a sense of purpose he hasn't known since before the war.  Vengance will be his tonight."Yip go," he says softly, then slips into the courtyard while his watch, wary and ready for anything.</blockquote>

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