Eric Zephlaer
Gaming Aficianado
Sprthnt decides to put another arrow in the Graggorid who Antapkos had injured. Cormorant shrugs at hearing the comment. He begins to remove any bodies from the road, killing any of the Talons who still breathe. Antapkos turns to face the guards, motioning for everyone to come back out. “The Burning Sun offers nothing but blight. The Maelstrom drowns fishermen. Cormorante and I decided to toss a coin for Fortune. She seems to have looked kindly upon it.”
Britta snorts. “I have never heard of the Burning Sun or the Maelstrom. They sound malevolent. It is the Earth who gave life to us Maldrogs, but I know of this Fortune from South Road Fair. She seems to smile upon those who would give homage, but be careful against her immortal enemy Misfortune. As I understand it, favor cannot be called to often or the enemy will answer, instead.”
Siofrita addresses the caravaners. “I think it will be best if we take you back to South Road Fair to recover. Asylim is too far, and the road can bode more danger.” All six begin clearing the road, looking for anything of interest or value.
Britta snorts. “I have never heard of the Burning Sun or the Maelstrom. They sound malevolent. It is the Earth who gave life to us Maldrogs, but I know of this Fortune from South Road Fair. She seems to smile upon those who would give homage, but be careful against her immortal enemy Misfortune. As I understand it, favor cannot be called to often or the enemy will answer, instead.”
Siofrita addresses the caravaners. “I think it will be best if we take you back to South Road Fair to recover. Asylim is too far, and the road can bode more danger.” All six begin clearing the road, looking for anything of interest or value.
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