The Emperor of Solmaria

The waterskins seem to hold, as the companions cross. Ending up 30 feet down stream from where the guards were posted, but well before the bridge to the city, all of the companions note that no one seems to have noticed their escape.

Midnight flies out to scout, but finds nothing out of the ordinary. The guards still watch the waters of the river, the elves watch the guards, and the woods watch the elves. Same as before.

How do you get your roppe back, or do you leave it where it's anchored on the grate?
 

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Dar ties a rock to the free end of the rope and hurls it back into the tunnel, hoping the guards won't notice the rope in the morning and the orcs will make their escape with no trouble.

Completely uneasy in the water, the paladin will try to gain the northern bank downstream as soon as some plants or something will shield them from the guards.
 

When the party has regrouped on the shore, Xanthas looks to the guards' camp with a murderous lust.
"Shall we set on them?" he asks the other fighters of the party, keeping the apprehension out of his voice.
 


Dylan sighs at the brute's suggestion and replies Of course we should not. We need to get into the woods or into other cover and hide lest they call for help from within the city and we be captured.
 



“Although the elves didn't want to intervene, they might help us find nourishment in the woods. We should get away from the guards, out of the water and into the woods. Then proceed towards our goal.”
 

"They're only doing their work. It's not their fault if the emperor is a madman. Let's fix it as soon as we can." says the dwarf, wringing out his beard.
 

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