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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 3503490" data-attributes="member: 2323">[PLAIN][Realms #394] Ahh... Magic[/PLAIN]The party took in Ayremac's report grimly. The relief with which they had greeted the open air after their experiences in the caves vanished at the holy warrior's news, giving way to a sense of urgency. Only Huzair seemed unaffected by the news. He gathered his belongings at half the speed of the others (rarely letting any of his possessions out of immediate reach in the first place) and voiced his opinion brazenly as the rest broke camp."We could lay a trap for him... be all buffed and ready," he suggested looking directly at Morier. The albino was too busy to catch the implication and Huzair continued, unabated. "Perhaps we could perch in the trees, or even Levitate all ready to go. How much of that dust do we have left?" Intrigued by his own ideas, he stopped what he'd been doing and turned his attention to his Haversack."If you would like me to fly and scout," Ayremac offered eagerly, speaking to no one in particular, "I would be happy to do it..." The only reply was the clinking of armor and gear. "Or I could walk, if we all feel that is safer." Ayremac turned to Huzair, and the wizard shrugged noncommittally. "But flying could be nice." Karak bundled past and Ayremac threw the question out once again. "I could scout... if you feel that would be better." "Ayremac, this isn't the time to fly off by yourself!" Morier snapped as he adjusted his chain shirt. "We need to get moving away from whoever that is pursuing us! There's too much at stake." The Officer of Umba looked crestfallen."I wasn't suggesting that I scout for entirely selfish reasons, Morier," the half-celestial explained. "I think it could be necessary to try and take out this elf. So I would suggest doing that and then moving on.""Ayremac's right," Shamalin nodded. "This elf, whoever he is, is likely to follow us no matter where we go. They know we have the keys, most likely they're going to try to take them. So the question is, do we seize this opportunity where we might have the upper hand or are we better off trying to get away - back to town - to get better equipped before confronting the ratman?"Morier blinked. It was a rare thing for Shamalin to speak her mind so. He glanced at Karak and the dwarf shrugged."Lass has a point," Karak admitted. "An' I'd prefer a fight to runnin' away." Morier sighed."I s'pose you're right," the albino said, favoring Ayremac and Shamalin with a nod. "We're better off facing him on our terms than we are having him follow us and meet us when he wants to.""You're probably right," said a voice from the edge of their campsite. Startled by the sound they had just begun to turn when a Lightning Bolt crackled across the small clearing. sizzling through Morier and Ayremac before striking a tree on the far side with an explosion of wood. The eldritch warrior took the full brunt of the attack, but Ayremac again managed to twist away from the worst of the strike and his own resistance to electricity kept him from any harm."I'd say that's a good enough reason to take the fight to you," the voice spoke again and then the figure melted into sight as its attack disrupted its Invisibility. Or rather SIX figures melted into sight. Each one appeared to be speaking and gesturing identically and all of them looked like Ayremac in every detail except for the tattered, brown robes they wore. All six Ayremacs sneered as each of the figures flickered a few feet to the side. "I'd offer to let you surrender the Keys but we all know that would be a waste of breath! So I'll just kill you and take them off your bodies. That seems much simpler."</blockquote>

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