Mortimer gives a solemn nod. "I hope the light succeeds in that case." He shuffles around. "I don't mean to impose, but if I payed would you mind sheltering me for the night? I managed to keep my hidden purse from the men who attacked me. I don't eat much and am very quiet."
My stuff, stay out! :D
"It is much appreciated." Mortimer finds the 3 silvers and hands them over. "Thank you again for all of your kindness. I'm glad such good hearts can still be found in the world."
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The super three will head out to the last attack spot.
Mortimer sends feeling of calmness to Biel, letting the familiar know that he is awake and aware of the situation. Mortimer remains on the ground, but prepares himself for a fight.
Mortimer shuts his peeking eyes and plays the part of the victim, acting as if entirely asleep and listening to his assailants while trying to throw off the effects of their spell.
Mortimer opens his eyes and flicks them about, but keeps his person still, unsure if their intended paralytic would have prevented him from speaking.
Mortimer flicks his eyes about trying to see his assailant's faces. "What is this? Who are you?" His eyes rotate over. "Why can't I move?"
With a bark of "Togofor ifni!" Mortimer winks out of existance, appearing a good hundred feet outside.
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Mortimer hears muffled cries and cursing from inside the little farm house. Mere heartbeats later, the band emerges into the yard. Immediately they fan out to begin a thorough search.
The big farmer with the axe at his belt shouts, "Alec! Usha! Scan for magic auras. He's bound to have something on him!"
Two of the company produces small, wooden relics, hold them aloft and start scanning in sweeping arcs.
The others hold long knives braced against bows knocked with arrows; their eyes searching the recesses between tree and wood.
The big man shouts again. "Don't group up! Word is he's a devil with them fireballs!"
You ride until dusk begins to fall and make a tidy camp. The following morning leaves you hale and rested.
Cyrus wakes early and hunts down some food, finding just enough to get him by.
Mortimer casts invisibility on himself, moving deeper into the woods.
Mortimer casts fly on himself and gains altitude, stopping when he is above the range of detect magic. Then he heads back over the house to find the husband who was leading the search for him, still saying invisible and in the sky.
Onwards!
"I suggest you start talking about why you were attacking before I burn everything within sight to the ground." Mortimer keeps invisibly changing location to throw off his voice.
Mortimer speaks in a seething voice. "I was a contractor, but I left because those corrupt bastards tried to use me as a scapegoat."
Well well, have I possibly run into the group already?
"We can hear each other just fine. Talk."
Mortimer laughs. "And what's to keep me from floating up here and raining fire until you're all dead?" Mortimer drifts higher, taking out a wand and casting mage armor on himself.
Mortimer drops the invisibility, but remains 150 feet in the air. "Talk."
Mortimer glances around at the circling men, seeing if they have any magic or bows or other ranged means of combat. "I was sent on a mission of liberation with a special operations team, but the entire mission was a facade. It was a ruse to get us all killed, but I made it back and discovered their true intentions. Since I was alive and aware of the situation they're now trying to pin the deaths of those soldiers on my head and calling me a deserter." He gives a small grin. "Well now at least the second part is right. I'm going to return there in a few years and burn the whole place to the ground."
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"Is that right? And you didn't try to defend your innocence? You just caved to their fraud and turned traitor? Just like that?"
The big man shrugs. "How am I to believe you? Last night, you spoke well of the army in hopes of them removing the bandit threat. Now,you hate them. What am I to think?"
"It had little to do with my innocence, it's that they slaughtered my comrades for their own ends. I will not work for anybody that does that."
Mortimer laughs. "So if you run across what you believe to be a random citizen you would tell them your hatred of the army and your plans to overthrow them? I believed if I had said that than you would have thrown me out."