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Message: <blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 699018" data-attributes="member: 2292">Tuesday, August 22nd, 508 AF, Continued Calmert of Heironous walks purposefully through the rain.  He keeps the radiant orb from his light spell floating a foot before his head, the glow lighting the muddy path towards the ruins the townsfolk told him about.  Two things run through Calmert's head as he walks.  The first is a curse on the name of Ezekial, the cousin he was sent to fetch.  The second is a prayer to Heironous that the wayward kinsman be in one peice when Calmert finds him.  If he isn't, Calmert's family won't be pleased.  The steady alternation of prayer and curse lends his gait an easy stride and ready rhythm.  He almost manages to avoid slipping in the mud.  He's walked for the better part of the night, sustianed by prayer and willpower.  The townsfolk had told him a fit man could make the Ruins in the space of a day and a half if he moved fast.  With his heavy armor, Calmert wasn't fast, but he was determined.He spat a mouthful of rainwater at the side of the road.  Trust Ezekial to be in the middle of no-where, getting into trouble, during the summer storms.  Then Calmert hears the howl of something savage and angry on the wind, followed by the clash of steel on steel."It's probably Ezekial," Calmert mutters wearily.  He draws his longsword from the scabard, it's radiance bolstering the light from his spell.  "And he'll probably need help."His armor clanking softly, Calmert sprints to the top of the hill.  As he crests the peak, he gets his first site of the ruins.  In a flash of lightening he can make out two combatants, gnolls most likely, fighting against two smaller combatents.  He hairs the faint hiss of arrow fire, and the air is lit by the amber glow of two magic missiles.  In the aftermath of the lightening, someone screams "Light on the hill.  Someone's coming in fast."Calmert shrugs.  He's been spotted.  No point trying to hide now.  He holds his sword before him, it's light showing a possibly safe path towards the gateway into the ruins, and he charges down as fast as his armor will let him."Heironoussss!" he screams, his war-cry introducing him to all involved as he half sprints, half slides down the hill.</blockquote>

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