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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DM with a vengence" data-source="post: 173593" data-attributes="member: 1679">Zahn the BarbarianZahn the Barbarian“I seriously think we should stay in town until they give us the letter.”  Nikki said as the party rode out of town in the direction of Zahn castle, morning sun glinting off their armor and weapons.“Relax, we’re just going to see what Zahn has to say, we’ll be right back in town in an hour.”  Milo told her.“According to the rumors I’ve picked up.”  Kit cut in, “We’ll be lucky if we get back at all.”“Come on, those are all about farmers and townspeople, not a bunch of heavily armed and magicked badass adventurers.  If things go bad Ladinya will just blast a way out, right?”  Milo rebuked.Ladinya looked over at him sourly.  “Just remember, I only have 5 lightening bolts, and they take a moment to cast.  If they decided to seriously take us, no regard for life and limb and whatnot, them we will be overwhelmed and destroyed.”“Great, just great, thanks for brightening up my day.”  Kit said glumly.Zahn’s war hall was a huge wood and stone building surrounded a crude wooden palisade.  Smoke was rising through holes in the roof of the hall and from the bailey between the walls and the hall.  The stout wooden gates flanked by watch towers were solidly close.“Open up in there.”  Milo called out, knocking on the gate.  “Come on, open up.”  He turned to the rest of the party.  “I don’t think they’re awake yet.”“Stupid barbarians.” Nikki grunted as she swung her mace into the gate with a mighty two handed blow. “Now open up or I’ll smash your gates in.”“Right, all right, it’ll be a moment.”  A man called out from one of the towers.  A minute later, the gates swung inward revealing a small team of tired and hungover men dressed in tattered bits of armor.  The party filed in, looking at dismay at the squalid huts in the bailey.Kit wrinkled her nose at the smell, a combination of poor ale, smoke and vomit.  “What a poo hole.”“Diplomacy, please.”  Ladinya chided her.  “This is not a good place to get someone angry at us.”“Yeah but what could they do?”  Milo said, glancing over at the slumbering bodies sprawling in the mud around the huts.“I count at least 50 that we can see, unless they line up nice and straight for a lightening bolt, they can swarm us.”“Let’s see them swarm this.”  Milo challenged, flourishing an axe as they were ushered inside.The great hall was a just a massive vaulted space filled with solid wooden tables and benches.  In the center ashes smoldered in no less than three firepits.  Half of an ox hung over one, the remains of last nights feasting.  At the far end, a throne and a few other chairs sat behind a long table on a raised dias.  To the left down at the far end a small wooden door broke the  crude planked walls.  Their guide from the gate slumped down to the door, and knocked, “Uh, Lord, we gots some visitors to see you.”A voice boomed from behind the door, speaking with the slightest trace of an orcish accent.  “Well then send them in, don’t let them stand out there, you ----ing moron.  Now go get Kava and tell him to see me immediately.  Get the hell out of my hearing range!”  The guide pulled open the door and scampered off.</blockquote>

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