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Message: <blockquote data-quote="theskyfullofdust" data-source="post: 4913109" data-attributes="member: 60048">...but since they all needed the money, they introduced themselves and decided to go and pick some flowers together. After all, what could possibly go wrong? The first to introduce himself was Sherman, a cleric of the war god Cahan. A loud man, wasted no time to letting everyone know who his god was. He carried a well-used sword. Then there was Fischer, an ex-sailor and fisherman, carrying a trident and a net. He looked out of place in the landbound guild, wearing shark-skin armour with the teeth still attached. The small kobold said his name was Nix; he seemed drawn to the flames of the lanterns hanging up, the fire glinting in his draconis eyes. The young elf girl seemed to be with him, not talking much, and when they left the guild she was carrying the kobold's pack. Finally, there was Kairee, leather-clad and dual bladed, pleasant and amicable. They wasted no time in leaving the guild and heading straight out of the port, pausing only to check that they each have enough supplies to get them to the ruins and back. For the most part they travelled with minimal conversation, although Sherman kept mentioning his glorious god whenever he spoke. The elf girl, Caracala by name, spoke little and followed in Nix's footsteps. The day was cool, the sky cloudy and promising rain. Autumn was edging slowly towards winter, but the chill had not yet reached the port. A bit of drizzle made the hike through the grassy plains a bit more unpleasant than it could have been, but the journey wasn't too bad. By mid-afternoon they had left Obsidian behind, passing through some low rolling hills with trees dotted about and a small stream cutting across their path. Suddenly two arrows flew through the air and embedded themselves into the ground at the feet of the cleric, and a voice called out from some nearby trees: "Halt! Give us your gold and you'll come to no harm!" Caracala immediately loosened her coin pouch, pitiful as it was, and threw it to the ground. No one else followed suit; in fact, they became rather angry. "Like hell I will," muttered Nix to himself, a sentiment common to the other three. "Come now, you're surrounded and we'll have to kill you otherwise!" said the voice again; a gruff, masculine voice, that trembled ever so slightly. Kairee was already moving off to the side, moving towards the trees and looking for the owner of the voice: she spotted a pair of men hiding in the branches of the trees, bows ready. Fischer looked around, but couldn't see anyone. Sherman too, could see no one, but he wasn't about to stand still and wait to see what happened; he drew his sword and with a prayer to Cahan he started towards the trees. "Halt!! screamed the voice. Another pair of arrows struck the ground near Sherman, but the cleric ignored them. "Come out, coward! In the name of Cahan, show yoursef," cried Sherman loudly. The owner of the voice stepped out from behind the tree; but before the tired looking man could say or do anything, Kairee decided she had had enough and fired an arrow of her own at one of the men in the tree... a good shot that felled the man before he ever realised what was happening. "We're being attacked!" cried the other. Their leader drew his own sword, but Sherman was quicker, despite his bulk and armour; he strode up to the man and swiped with his blade: whether by skill, or luck, of the will of his god, the sword bit deep into the man's neck and carried through. The would-be robber's head fell to the ground, closely followed by his body. This was all too much for the last man, who quickly dropped his bow and surrendered, jumping down from the tree and begging to be spared. "Very well," said Sherman. "Be on your way, but when you return to Obsidian, mend you ways and do good. Or else we shall come looking for you!" The robber fled, happy to be alive. The five flower-pickers looted the bodies, no qualms at all, finding little of worth. Without a word over the dead, they carried on until night fall and made camp in the trees that formed the border into the forest known as Bitter Leaf. Next: snakes and ruins...</blockquote>

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