Ehren reluctantly takes up guard duty, watching over the cultists as Isilme confers with Osfirth. Given a moment of respite, he takes out his healing wand and tends to his own wounds, minor as they were. Though the majority of them close up without issue, he finds little relief; the damage his body had endured was less than half of what was truly ailing him. Obviously, knowing that they had saved Silvershore filled his heart with joy, but he found the feeling difficult to savor. He glances again at Külə, nearly shuddering at the mere memory of the pain he had felt. Combined with all the constant flying and fighting, it all left him feeling exhausted.
He stands there, listening to Hinagiku's speech numbly, wondering whether any of the cultists held even an ounce of genuine remorse within their hearts. For all the good it would do them.
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Anevia, though not expressly requested to go inside or stay outside, sticks with Ehren and the others, and talks, not directing her talking towards anyone in particular.
"I mean it, though. Even beyond this right now.. it's something that needs to be discussed in more detail. I'm pretty sure cultists would be outright executed without a trial - it's clear they're guilty of aiding the demons - but Bishop's already not doing that. There's a reason they're normally executed on the spot - their lives take resources that could instead be used for our guys, yeah? So it's going to hurt morale to keep the bad guys alive, and feed them our food, especially if we start running out of food. But... killing them's the easy way out. Easy doesn't make it right. Might even be making more problems by drawing a hard line. The bad guys would just fight to the death more, leaving us with more dead, too." Anevia shrugs a little.
"Thing is, I don't really care about the law of the land. More about doing what's right. So... what do you lot think is right? I can say, personally, that without a bit of mercy, tolerance, and love... well, I might not be around at all. So I've sorta got a vested interest in helping everyone I can, but it's going to be scary to try that route."
Xanderghul stays outside as requested, bummed to be left out of the loop but knowing that he's not being included in diplomacy for a reason. He sidles up to Ehren, elbowing him in the rib with an elbow. "Running out of spells, am I right?" He smiles.
When Anevia begins to talk, Xanderghul shrugs. "Don't get me wrong... I get that your souls are important and all. I really do. Good people are good for the world. My first priority will always be me and mine, though, and you're all mine. Anything that endangers us or makes us less likely to finish the mission is something I will argue against."
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Ehren grins at Xanderghul wryly, but it quickly reverts to a frown as Anevia speaks.
"Sparing lives is easy," the druid says after a moment of thought, his eyes never leaving the prisoners. "Saving them is harder. Especially when they must be saved from themselves. It is as you said. It takes mercy, tolerance, and love. Time and patience, as well. But in war, these things are all in short supply."
There is evidence from the 11 Acts of Iomedae that a person can redeem themselves from horrible evil at the very last moment based on a change of heart, so I would believe that Pharasma would take into account the state a soul exists in when they die along with the actions they have committed across their lives.
"Ah! Ie wrth gwrs. Os gallwch chi aros am beth amser byr, byddwn yn neilltuo gwledd i Gorum gyfer ein buddugoliaeth," responds Osfirth to Valaria.
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Meanwhile, the cultists listen to Hinagiku's speech, watching as the army and heroes trickle away to just four watching a crowd of nearly thirty cultists in an open field. The reactions to the monk's sermon are mixed - some look terrified at the prospect of their likely imminent execution, others look bored and openly ignore her words. But a few, just a few, seem to actually listen.
One, a long-legged girl with wispy brown hair tilts her head, asking in a thick Varisian accent, "Master of Masters? What is this Master of Masters?"
The cultists seem restless - many are anxiously eyeing their weapons that are all still within arm's reach....
But unfortunately, they move faster than you can react.
Surprise Round!
Seemingly alarmed by Hinagiku's dire prediction of their impending death, many of the cultists lunge for their weapons.
A few - four to be exact (including the wispy haired teenager) cower in place, their hands on their heads.
Anevia is up!
With a simple shift of her stance, Anevia's shortbow is in hand with an arrow nocked. She fires directly at one of the cultists grabbing for his weapon, before vanishing towards the village in the blink of an eye.
"We've got a riot on our hands!" Anevia cries out.
Anevia fires off a quick shot, but misses the cultists. She then teleports towards the village and cries out, catching the attention of some of the villagers on the nearby outskirts of town, but Isilme, Valaria, Ayavah, and Külə are too far away to hear her.
Round 1!
About a dozen of the cultists stand and begin to flee, scattering off in all different directions. A dozen more surround Hinagiku, apparently intent on bringing her down. Though she can dodge many of the attacks, she is unable to dodge them all, and they manage to score a few stab wounds on her.
The rest, only a few, cower in place nearby.
Ehren is up!
Ehren sets his jaw, his expression a mixture of profound disappointment and barely restrained anger. Whether they were running away or attacking the person that tried to show them compassion, their actions spoke volumes about what lied in their hearts. He takes special note of the four that were staying out of the conflict, but as far as he was concerned, the rest were fair game. The druid hurries forward to support Hinagiku, shape-shifting in mid-stride. His body ripples and expands into that of a great bear covered with spike protrusions, which runs right into the crowd of belligerent cultists and lets out a loud roar.
Anevia is up!
As Anevia is drawing a silver thread between the composite and string of her bow, she looks to the nearby villagers, calling out once more. "Uh, hey. Ydych am fynd gael rhai o'r bobl sydd â bwâu a phethau? Efallai y bobl yr ydym yn dod â nhw?"
And with that said, she turns back towards the literal swarm of demon followers, her glowing projectile increasing to lance-worthy size as it spirals through the air towards her once-again-foes.
Xanderghul rolls his eyes as the remaining cultists leap up to attack him and his allies. "Truly, what a bunch of rubes." he says disdainfully, taking a step away from the melee that Hinagiku had embroiled him. "Greedy, fearful, and just arrogant enough to think that the four of us won't be enough to kill them all."
He unslings his crossbow from its place, but instead of using it he idly waves a hand at the crowd of cultists. His last offensive spell, a familiar burst of light washes over the cultists who are attacking Hinagiku, rending their corrupted souls and blinding them with its light.
Anevia's shot powers through the cultists, while Xanderghul's blast kills and blinds many... including Hinagiku, but the monk is able to navigate using sound and her attunement with the land alone.
Just like Ehren, Hinagiku's first reaction was to take note of the cowering cultist. She hoped their motives for staying low were pure instead of part of a plan to receive mercy. Still, by staying still they would probably be given a second chance, whereas the ones attacking were sure to be executed... if they lived through the battle.
While fighting away the enemies, Hinagiku finds herself back to back with the bear that had become Ehren. Only once she is in this safe position does the monk truly start striking at the foes. She concentrates on punches, aiming a soft areas and purposefully avoiding to strike bones or vital organs: there was still part of her that hoped they could still be redeemed... if only moments before they were put to death.
Combat ends!
The kellids start moving through the village yelling, "Mae'r carcharorion yn dianc! Mae'r carcharorion yn dianc!", loud enough for Isilme and Valaria to hear.
Meanwhile, the other dozen cultists start sprinting through the snow, running in all different directions to make it difficult to chase them. However the snow makes tracking them a fairly trivial pursuit.
Three cultists remain quivering in the snow, having never reached for their weapons. Unfortunately, one of their number was killed in Xanderghul's blast.
Ehren flutters his eyelids, dazzled by Xanderghul's blinding flash. Through blurred vision, the bear regards the corpse of the cultist that had not attacked them with what could pass for a frown, but quickly turns his attention to the fleeing cultist. Breaking off from the group, he chases after one of the escapees, counting on his superior speed and sense of smell to make up for their head start.
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Hinagiku, momentarily blinded, realizes the battle is over when she hears her last attacker fall to the ground in a thud. It takes a a few moments to find her bearing, and when she does she call out to the remaining cowering cultists.
"You, you, and you. please keep put your hands up, and slowly make your way toward me, if you do, I can protect you from the kellids warriors who are coming." she says her voice calm, but her eyes still unable to truly distinguish the people she is addressing.
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Anevia purses her lips for just a moment, then begins firing off singular arrows towards the runners, not overly concerned with whether they landed on the ground or in an enemy. Either way, she'd retrieve them.
She couldn't really fault them for running - she'd been there, really. Running was a normal response. It meant they hadn't already lost hope, and weren't overcome with anger. The four - make that three - that were in front of them... she wasn't sure what to think of.
Isilme sighs as she hears the prisoners are making a break for it. It wasn't terribly surprising she supposed. So much for giving them a chance. "Looks like we are not getting a chace to rest, Val. We should go." She then turns to Külə, "Let us go chase down those fleeing. We cannot afford any of the cultists making it to the main army." Looking down and closing her eyes, she calls for Desna's blessing. "Lady Starsong, guide my steps and grant me swiftness in my travels." Giving Külə a pat on the shoulder, she grins, "Lets see if you can keep up!" and takes off towards where the prisoners had been.
Osfirth sighs, kissing his daughter on the forehead and handing her back to Mera.
"Sut maent yn dianc? A oedd Ehren nid eu ddal mewn drain a phren?"
Külə snorts, his eyes closed. "You should have just killed them," he says gruffly, but he trots after her anyway, head held down.
Osfirth grabs his longbow and sets out. "'N annhymerus' anfon am Onsig a'i helwyr gorau. Ni fyddant yn dianc ni, gwaedu yn yr eira."
The three remaining conscious cultists obediently raise their hands... they are terrified, trembling slightly. One of the three, a rough looking older man, decides to take his chances and bolt, leaving only two remaining - a teenage girl with messy brown hair, and a man with a shaved head and many facial piercings.
The girl looks to Hinagiku, whispering, "Please, don't let them kill us. I don't want to die."
Anevia fires off four shots as the cultists flee into the distance, managing to fell one of the fleeing demon-worshippers, and injure another. Eventually they are too far and out of sight for her to continue shooting.
By this time, Ehren manages to catch up with the slowest cultist, over two-hundred feet away. He screams, alarmed at being chased by an enormous, savage looking bear, and gets ready to flee once more.
By the time Isilme and Külə arrive, despite their enhanced speed, the cultists are well out of sight. There are plenty of tracks to follow, though.
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Xanderghul smiles, knowing that he had appeared competent and ready despite the fact that he had just used up his only remaining attack spell. It was all he had needed! Perhaps later in the day they could find a use for his two remaining spells and no other spells.
He walks into the battlefield, kicking weapons away from the two remaining cultists. He lets those that run run away. They'd be more likely to die than anything else, isolated and away from the resources of their army in hostile, frozen land. "Another tick towards practicality, though we all know hope and mercy never end," he murmurs. While he's out in among the dead cultists and everything, he spies the Commander's corpse, remembering that they never had checked it for interesting magic items... so he casts detect magic and begins to search the man.
Val groans and rubs her temples. "Could one single plan of ours go off without a hitch? Just one? That would be nice." She heads after Isilme, trailing a bit behind her without magical enhancements to her speed or four legs.
As imposing as Ehren appears to be, he is not nearly as strong as he looks. Even so, he bears down on the cultist, swinging his claws at him and failing that, reluctantly snatching at him with his fanged maw.
In gentle hills, the maximum distance at which a Perception check for detecting the nearby presence of others can succeed is 2d10 × 10 feet.
While the others are off on a merry chase, Xanderghul surveys the body of the Commander. He is clad in a full set of stoneplate, embossed with a red, bleeding eye on the chest. It is very large and unwieldy, sagging around his thin body. He finds that his bow is magical, though he was also wielding a number of mundane weapons - a heavy mace, a set of daggers, and a kukri.
Valaria lags behind Isilme, and by the time she catches up to the others the escaped cultists are out of sight. She comes upon Hinagiku with two terrified looking cultists behind her, and five unconscious ones at her feet. A small group of kellid hunters arrive shortly afterwards, Onsig at their head.
"Beth ddigwyddodd yma? Ych, heb sôn am hynny." He kneels down to peer at the footprints in the snow. "Edrych fel ... dwsin o ddynion yn rhedeg ar ei gyfer. Ni fyddant yn ei wneud yn hyn."
He stands, drawing an arrow.
"A fyddech yn hoffi dod hela, ffrind Valaria?"
"What happened here? Ugh, never mind that. Looks like... a dozen men ran for it. They won't make it far."
"Would you like to come hunting, friend Valaria?"
Meanwhile, farther away, Ehren claws the cultist he has come upon once, then finishes the deal with his fangs, killing the screaming man in a matter of seconds.
After felling the cultist, Ehren hacks out some blood and bits of flesh, not at all pleased by the sensation. He then immediately sets off to track down the next one.
After rubbing her eyes, Hinagiku is finally able to distinguish the two cultists in front of her. She looks down at them, her expression as peaceful as usual, with a glint of care and kindness in her eyes.
"I'll do what I can. But your desire to avoid more unnecessary bloodshed will be well looked upon." she simply answer before lifting her eyes from the two cultist and gazing upon the battlefield and the newly dead or unconscious tieflings.
When Onsig arrives, Hinagiku purposefully steps in front of the pierced man and the curly haired girl. However, her demeanor is not one of defiance or dominance, it is humble, peaceful, yet meaningful.
"Miss Isilme, be careful if you leave to chase them." she looks back at her proteges "I will stay here."
"Dydw i ddim yn sicr eich angen fy nghymorth. Ni fydd dwsin ffoi rhag dynion yn peri llawer o fygythiad, yn enwedig yn eu cyflwr. Ond byddaf yn dod os ydych yn dymuno," Valaria tells Onsig as she looks at the disabled cultists. "Arwain ar."
"Lead on."
Ehren the dire bear sets off across the snow - between his highly developed sense of smell and the training he has received since he was young in tracking beasts through the wilds, he easily finds another fleeing cultist.
"Oh, gods. Oh, gods!!" whimpers the thin man with bright, grey eyes as the enormous bear gets closer and closer. Finally, he stops and turns. He brandishes his sword, voice trembling. "Get back, you beast! Don't get any closer!"
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Külə gracefully clears the barricades behind Isilme and keeps pace with her as she runs across the snow. They sprint out across the snow - the cultists cannot run forever so they quickly catch up to one - a man with long copper-colored hair and glasses partially hiding a horrifically malformed face. He stops and turns to face Isilme and the unicorn, dropping his shortsword into the snow.
"Please. Please don't hurt me," he begs.
Külə raises his head to glare at the pathetic man. Isilme averts her eyes from his baleful gaze at the right moment, and the man stands firm.
"Miserable scum, who comes to these lands to rape and destroy all that is beautiful and right. You are a murderer and a monster. You deserve no mercy!" He raises his voice, punctuating his laments with a terrible wail.
The cultist trembles all over, and a dark, wet spot grows from his groin and trickles down to his knee. "No. No, please. I-I have a family. Please."
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The two remaining cultists seem relieved when Hinagiku stands up for them - and when the kellids pay them no heed.
The kellid hunters split up, each picking a set of tracks and heading out to follow them.
"Mae'n eich dewis, cyfaill. Ond naill ffordd neu'r llall, yr wyf yn gwybod y bydd yr un o'r fwycar gafr rhain yn byw i weld y dydd arall," says Onsig to Valaria, before heading out to trail his own prey.
They head out for some time, eventually coming across one of the veiled women, limping along in the snow and breathing heavily. Onsig speeds up, but when they reach within 100 feet, the woman raises a speckled hand, channeling arcane energies. "Stop!"
Onsig freezes in place... completely paralyzed.
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Xanderghul picks up Commander Hormond's bow. A valuable magic weapon, though the rest of the weapons and armor aren't terribly useful - the stoneplate was too heavy for any of the party, and none of their army would want to use it due to its demon-iconography. The weapons were just not unique or interesting enough.
Xanderghul looks down at the corpse of the Commander - riddled with arrows from Anevia, beaten by Hinagiku and pummeled by spells. He hadn't had a happy last few minutes. Xanderghul's mouth curls into a sneer as an image runs through his mind - a slimy, wet noise as his fingers push into the Commander's head, a fleshy pop as the Commander's eyes come out easily. A joke, because of the man's plate armor, but one that makes Xanderghul uncomfortable to think about. Uncertain where a thought that morbid might have come from, Xanderghul turns around and heads back towards the village, throwing his arm around Valaria's shoulder to guide her back towards the clan hall. "Take a rest, Valaria. You took on an army today, and we're always talking about mercy, right? Enough cultists will die screaming as they beg for mercy and run from us today. They don't need you to bloody your hands any more."
Xanderghul idly wonders whether any of the paladins worth caring about were any good with a bow, as he slings the thing around his shoulder.
Unfortunately for the whimpering cultist, Ehren pays his weapon no heed, closing in and attempting to maul him. It is hardly evident on his vicious ursine visage, but the druid does feel a pang of regret as he attacks. Under ordinary circumstances, he would not have resorted to this kind of savagery. He might have even tried to take the cultists alive, in spite of their treachery. Even so, he does not let his conscience weigh on him too heavily.
"Oh please, I'm not afraid of a little blood. And I don't want people going out hunting these idiots on their own. A few of them might still have some tricks left." She brushes off Xan's hand and hurries to follow Ostig after the cultist. Her suspicions prove absolutely correct when the cultist comes in to sight and it seems to be one of the spell casters. "You know," Val calls out as the cultist casts a spell. "I really don't get you people. We were perfectly willing to take you alive, but you'd rather die out here, alone and forgotten on a snowy tundra." She draws her knives and closes the distance in a flash, rushing to get in close before the spell caster can try another spell.
Xanderghul almost rolls his eyes, but the motion only reminds him of Commander Hormond's eyes. Instead he just lets out a disappointed sigh, walking back to the clan hall alone.
The witch takes a step back, waving her hand back in forth in front of Valaria's face. "Sleep.... just close your eyes..."
Valaria's eyes start to become very heavy.... her mind starts to fog...
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Meanwhile, Bear-Ehren swipes at the cultist twice, the nimble man dodging both times, before lunging in with his teeth and crushing his windpipe with little effort. He crumples to the ground, dead.
Val feels the strange tiredness trying to settle on her. She shakes her head. "It's not really, it's a trick, a spell. You're not going to let her get away with this." Her eyes snap open. "Nice try." She steps in close and goes straight for the kill.
Two down, Ehren thinks as he moves on from the cultist's corpse, not bothering to shake off the blood this time. It had been difficult to tell in the chaos, but he knew that at least twelve of the prisoners had managed to escape. Seeing as they had fled into multiple directions, he suspected that by now, someone else was tracking down the others. It was a joyless hunt.
Narrowly avoiding his gaze, Isilme sighs. Clearly it would take no small amount of work to get him through this desire for vengeance upon the cultists. "First things first, however," she thinks. Isilme reaches over, placing a hand in front of Külə to stop him. "You are right that he deserves no mercy. He was offered a chance at it and chose instead to attempt to do more evil, and when that failed, chose to flee, rather than to deal with the consequences of his actions. He will receive no second chance. Nevertheless, please, give me one moment, Külə."
She draws her rapier, stepping forward and pressing the point to the cultist's neck. She listens to the cultist's pleading and claim he has a family. "If you truly care for them accept your fate and pray for the gods to provide for them what you could not. Speak the truth of your family--who they are, and where they might be found--and you have my word that they will not suffer for the evils you have brought upon others."
With two surefooted lunges, the witch snaps erect then crumples in reply to Valaria's blows. A few moments later, Onsig gasps for breath, the woman's magic having worn off from him.
"Diolch i chi, gyfaill. Yr oedd fy gamgymeriad dros gau yn rhy gyflym. Byddwn i wedi marw os nad i chi."
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Ehren lumbers off, the next cultist he tracks down ending in an arrow-ridden corpse. The kellid standing over her sees Ehren coming and notches an arrow, but she does not aim.
" Ffrind arth, yr wyf yn golygu unrhyw niwed i chi," she calls out, calmly. "Os yw'r Gwyrdd wedi eich anfon i adennill y corff hwn ar gyfer y ddaear, yr wyf yn ei gynnig o'u gwirfodd."
"If the green has sent you to reclaim this body for the earth, I offer it willingly."
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Külə lowers his horn and snorts, clearly agitated at Isilme's interference, but he doesn't impede any further.
"E-Egede," says the cultist. "I am Edmure Bresby. My wife, her name is Mary. We have three children. T-two girls and a baby boy."
Additionally, he seems honest.
"Dyna pam mae'n well peidio i hela ei ben ei hun. Gyda'i farw, yr wyf yn credu ein bod yn ei wneud. Beth am fynd yn ôl?"
Isilme nods as the cultist tells of his family. "Edmure, I am heartened that you did not lie. Think now of how many you took the lives of might have had family of their own. Those you fought today only wished to live their lives with their families in peace. You would have seen their sons and daughters slain or worse for your own gain. Even if you did it for your family, it was still a selfish and evil act. Acknowledge the wrongs you visited upon others and accept your fate now, and perhaps the gods will offer you a path that does not end with your soul in the abyss. As for your family, I will see to it that Mary is able to afford to care for your children, you have my word." Isilme draws the blade back, allowing the man a moment to reflect. "Any final words for them?"
"Ie wrth gwrs. Dylai'r helwyr eraill yn gallu cymryd gofalu am y gweddill ohonynt heb broblem," responds Onsig. He takes a moment to get his bearings before heading off back in the direction of Silvershore.
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Edmure bows his head, staring at the snow.
"That I'm not proud of the things I've done, the things I've had to do, but that I did it all for them," he says, finally. "And that I love them. With every fiber of my being."
Külə snorts and paws at the snow with his hoof, clearly not moved by the cultists' tale. "You shouldn't believe the wretch. They'll all have such stories. Anything to spare their miserable little lives."
"Arwain ar." Val follows the hunter back toward Silvershore, a bit tired.
Isilme nods. "I will tell them," she says solemnly, ignoring the Unicorn's protests for the moment. Without waiting further, she skewers Edmure through the heart quickly and cleanly, putting an end to his life.
Once he has fallen to the ground and she is certain he has passed away, she flicks the blood off her blade, sheathes her weapon and turns to look at Külə. "I have lived a very long time Külə, perhaps a millenium... Certainly longer than I can even remember anymore. I have heard countless tales from those who had motive to lie, whether due to necessity or desire to manipulate. I have had occasion to listen to the pleas for mercy of hundreds of people who committed evil acts in those travels. While those memories are more akin to a dream to me now, I am confident in saying that there are almost no mortals alive who can get such a falsehood past me."
She places a hand on the side of his neck after moving up to him. "I would ask that you not turn your gaze upon foes unless you can be absolutely certain no one innocent will be caught by it. Causing suffering in even a single innocent is too great a price to pay except in the most dire of circumstances."
"Shall we head back?"
Slowing to a lumbering gait, Ehren calmly approaches the Kellid and nudges the corpse with his snout, before abruptly standing on his hind legs. What would usually be considered an intimidating display does not last however, as in a blur of receding fur, the druid returns to his human form. The gore of his two kills translates to bloodied hands and a red stain around his mouth. Before speaking, he spits a small stream of blood off to the side, his disgust now plainly visible.
"Nid yw mor. Ond bydd un arall yn ei hawlio mewn pryd," Ehren says, wiping off his mouth with the back of his sleeve. He glances side to side, wondering if there were any other trails to follow. "Ydych chi wedi dod o hyd i unrhyw bobl eraill?"
"Have you found any others?"
While the others are gone chasing their fleeing foes, Hinagiu simply stands with the two cultists who had surrendered. However, once Xanderghul leaves the battle field, it becomes clear that nothing more will happen on the outskirts of the town. She looks back down two her prisoners and extends a hand to help them up.
"May I know your name? I am Hinagiku, or Daisy in Taldan" she starts, battling the awkwardness of not being able to refer to someone with their name with the the awkwardness of formally introducing herself.
Miss ..., Mr. ..., is please help me with carrying these five unconscious people back to the great hall. If we leave them here, they will die of cold. she gently says, making her way to the one who looks the most wounded,and slowly dragging him toward the center of the village.
"My name is Kari," says the teenage girl. "It is good to meet you, Daisy. I wish it were under better circumstances."
"Ewis," grunts the man with the facial piercings.
The two agreeably help drag their fellow cultists back into town.
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Külə sighs, his head drooping to the ground, ears lowered. "If you are so sure, azata. Though you should not underestimate the silver tongues of demons and their followers. Otherwise there would not be so many mortals who turn to them."
Without another word he follows Isilme slowly back to town.
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The fair, young kellid woman has dark hair and large, heather eyes the color of a spring storm. Around her neck is the pelt of an arctic fox. Her eyes widen as the bear morphs back to a man, but her culture is filled with tales of Green priests with the ability to shift into animal form, and so she is understanding.
"Nac oes, ond mae dau ohonom helwyr ar gyfer pob un ohonynt. Mae'n annhebygol y bydd unrhyw dianc. Roedd yn ffôl ohonynt i roi cynnig," she replies, placing her arrow back into her quiver, then turning in the direction of Silvershore.
"Byddaf yn mynd yn ôl yn awr, i adrodd am fy lladd. A fyddwch yn dod draw?"
"No, but there are two of us hunters for every one of them. It is unlikely any will escape. It was foolish of them to try."
"I shall be heading back now, to report my kill. Will you be coming along?"
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Eventually Isilme, Valaria, and Ehren regroup back in front of Silvershore with Hinagiku. Ayavah runs back to Valaria's side (she had stayed back with Xanderghul, figuring she would just slow the swashbuckling tiefling down on her chase). Not willing to make the same mistake twice, Onsig and his hunters take the seven remaining cultists and bind them together using rope. They are placed under guard.
Osfirth approaches the heroes. "Dynion Onsig yn adrodd ar bob deuddeg olrhain yn marw. Rydym yn diolch i chi am eich cymorth wrth olrhain i lawr. Nawr bod hynny'n cael ei ddatrys, byddwn yn gwledda gilydd i ddathlu ein buddugoliaeth cyn casglu Cynghreiriau i benderfynu ar ffawd y. Mae croeso i chi ymuno â ni yn ein pryd bwyd chi. A fyddwch yn aros gyda ni?"
When they return finally, Isilme joins up with the rest of the group, tired but very pleased with their success. "This was a rather long day, but somehow we managed to pull it off," she says to the group. "We deserve a rest. I suspect Ary will not have any issues handling the remaining enemy forces before heading here. I think we should stay for the feast and wait for the army to catch up to us."
"Sorry for running off again," Val says as Ayavah runs back over. "I'm assuming that nothing strange happened while I was gone."
She turns to Isilme and nods. "Agreed. We're all injured and exhausted. Even if we caught back up with Ary before she took care of the rest of the army, we're in no condition to help fight. It would just be a waste of time and energy."