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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Pedestrian" data-source="post: 3657524" data-attributes="member: 40208">Having set off at mid-day, the four of them had managed to reach the Witchwood by nightfall. The forest was still and silent, the quiet broken only by the occasional hoot of an owl. A faint rumble in the distance seemed to herald a storm.Sol lead the way, his great axe rested on his shoulder casually. Marcus consulted with Xerxes and Kayan, describing in detail the dragon at Skull Gorge. Xerxes was flicking through a thick, leatherbound tome that glowed with an ethereal quality, making his features seem washed out.“You are certain it was a green?” Kayan asked. Orthodox trained, he would not readily trust the knowledge of a haphazardly educated hedge magi.“Yes. It bore a dramatic crest, crocodilian features, spat clouds of acid and, oh wait, it was green!” Replied Marcus with a scowl.“Hey, what’s that?” Sol point ahead at something his orc eyes could make out. Xerxes hurried to stand beside him, his eyes momentarily flickering with a dull flame.“Someone… something approaches.” Xerxes nodded to the half-Orc, who readied his axe. Xerxes raised his hands, and his gloves began to crackle and spark with electricity. “Kalibosh am Lboo!” A blot of electricity exploded just to the left of the creature, who shielded his face from the sudden light, and eliciting barks from the two hounds at his side.“Hold! Don’t attack” cried Marcus, hurrying forward. “Jorr, what brings you out of your retreat?”The old man glared at Xerxes with his good eye, hunched over and sucking in breath. “Trying to stay ahead of that damned Red Hand” he paused, wiping a hand across his face. Marcus noticed the jagged cut, shallow but bloody, on his face. “After you got back to the Ferry, I thought I would look around the Bridge, see what I could find” a pained expression crossed his face “I’m sorry Marcus… They’ve strung up Tarnus and Tom. I thought to try and cut them down but, well, I was lucky to escape with my life, and this” he reached around behind him, pulling out a white ashwood staff, passing it to Marcus “I remembered that you found it in the keep.” Shadows passed over the old man’s face. “They’ve reached Vraath. I’ve just managed to stay ahead of them. You’ve warned the locals, yes?”“Aye, he did. Fat lot of good it did too.” Sol sneered. “The old man that run’s the place’ll probably be wandering around even now.” The warrior snorted. “Probably keep on going in circles when the goblins take his head. Like a chicken.”“Sol has the right of it,” supplied Xerxes “Wiston said something about needing to assemble a council, to ‘discuss options’.”“C’mon then. Maybe I can prod them along. There’s no use staying here. The Witchwood’ll be red before day break.”</blockquote>

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