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The weapon buzzing shortly before throwing another small star into Green enemy who appeared to be a demonic worm, as shaman redirecting enemy. He likes when folks sleep and generally stay insstaed of harming each other.
He thinks that Puprle might be a tree, not human. Trees do not move so fast. Couple butterfly flew away from Greets body as he Holds Person.
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Pseudodragon does not like to be hurt, she withdraw from danger!
Mange bites the worm, but his jaws have trouble to pierce the hard skin of the demon , but is strong enough to cause some damage. The worm is already crawling, so it cannot go further down into the ground.
Lady Alya puts another cold iron bolt through the purple man.
Makras' sees wounds opening all through his body, but still manages a solid blow on his enemy. The body seems to be partly resistant to the pick.
Andrelis readies his shortbow while his potion takes effect closing a few of the still open wounds.
Greet's force weapon pierces through the worm's skin, further making it bleed.
The leshy tries to hold the creature in place, but the spell does not seem to work on it. Probably as the others have told, this is one of those demons and only wears the body of a human as a disguise.
Sir Ilivan keeps with his mumbling "Without my heart to guide it, it is worthless—my strength is not in my sword, but in my heart. If I lose my sword..."
Cyclic thinks quickly, and tries some good healing on the worm as Mange closes in. Piercing through the natural magical resistance, the positive energy harms the worm, opening terrible wounds on it!
Mange marks its jaws on the thing, despite its callous worm skin, the wolf further opens the wounds.
Tanbu follows up with a well placed cold iron arrow on the back of the worm head. The worm is flat-footed while consuming the corpse to inhabit it, further exposing a vital point.
The worm falls unconscious, half-borrowed inside the fallen corpse.
Meanwhile, Makras keeps being attacked with scythes.
But the sturdy dwarf keeps up, holding against the wicked weapon.
The red one disengages with a step back, and you see his wounds and those of his demon companions to close up while you are harmed at the same time.
Despite the recent negative energy healing, the green worm remains unconscious.
His rider had commanded him to attack so he did.
His master had ordered him to attack so he did.
Greet's force weapon hits again, this time harming the worm.
Cyclic touches again the worm, and in good part for Andrelis display, the worm's fate is written, as this second cure destroys the worm for good!
Riding around the corpses heap, Mange bites on the leg of the red man, stripping the limb almost completely.
Andrelis shots another arrow, but the elf is not really feeling it, still on terrible pain for his wounds and the projectile goes wide and too up.
Makras comes over red, all invoking death, and bursts the shoulder of the inhabited corpse with his pick, the corpse nature absorbing part of the damage.
Lady Alya discards the crossbow to ride over the fight into melee! Her attacks though fail short.
Greet's sleep spell triggers up but he fails to pierce the vermleks magical resistance.
Tanbu manages to put another cold iron arrow on a vital point, this time through the back part of red's head.
The man falls to the ground unconscious.
The purple one steps back and swings his scythe at Makras.
But once more, the dwarf manages to block the demon's host attack!
The vermleks finally recover from Andrelis intimidating display.
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Cyclic hangs on as Mange does what he does and circle around until he is in a flank and tries to take a bite out of purple. Cyclic loads up another CLW and reaches out to touch him when they arrive.
Then off to the races to help in the main battle.
Mange:
Cyclic looks around to see if there is a holy eye in the sky looking out for her, because her luck has been THAT amazing.
Cyclic hand, shining with positive energy, discharges fully damaging the remaining vermlek.
At the same time, Mange is jumping over him, pushing the man to the ground and tearing apart a tough chunk of skin.
Lady Alya stirs her horse to attack at the same time she scratches the man with her rapier.
With the creature prone, the horse has a chance to take a chunk of the fallen man's left arm who does not cry on pain.
Tanbu puts another arrow at the fallen man. The monster starts to look bad, but it is still alive.
The dwarf welcomes Andrelis to the time of death, inviting the elf on the running out of the clock for the soul in front.
Makras breaks through the skull of the man with its pick while Mange holds it prone on the ground, and the pick pierces through the worm inhabiting inside, leaving nothing else than demon pulp behind.
On the aftermath, you find out the other four commoners are still alive, and do not seem demons on disguise. Three of them are unconscious, one is badly wounded and dying.
The fourth is merely sleeping from Skyrocket's poison.
The only loot around are a few scythes, pitchforks and other farming implements.
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Jumps off her mount and jabs Makras and Andrelis with a wand.
"That should help some"
Then she goes over to the commoner to stop them from dying.
Then said to the locals
"You three commoners collect your fellow and things, we are going follow us to the path after that it's up to you where you go, but stay here and you will not last long."
After she went around retrieving her bolts if still intact, cold iron heads at least. And got her Spear, Once done the elf noble said to her fellows.
"Well then seems you can all fight, good. I will tell you the truth, we were lucky, if I had known just how difficult a fight this was going to be I would have thought twice about coming to the local's aid. But four now live that would have died, and an evil that would have spread has been halted. I can say we did well this day"
Her noble bearing had not changed but you can tell she meant every word of what she had said. She respected you all. Without another word, she remounted and rode over to the inactive Knight on the hill. Paying him no heed, she said nothing, just as he had done nothing. The investigator would be reporting everything that had happened here once at the fort.
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Cyclic keeps her opinions to herself. When it comes to life and death as a general rule she is a bit ambivalent. But when it comes to individuals, she is less neutral about it and is glad these particular individuals could be age, albeit at the cost of the lives of a few demons. And though life and death are just positions in the cycle of nature, demons revel in spreading unnecessary suffering and misery. So... A net plus."[/b]
cyclic leaves the morally motivated lady to the clean up and returns to their leader, Sir Ilivan.
"Well, all's well that ends well, I guess, and defeating demons is what this patrol is all about in the end, really. I hope you don't hold it against us."
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"What in the world are you all doing here? This is no place to play around. We almost walked away. You all would be worm demon food."
Tanbu shakes his head in bewilderment. "Thank the noble lady for your lives."
Tanbu senses motive on the villagers as they answer.
As Lady Alba gives the survivors there instructions, Tanbu gathers his things and gets ready to move out with the patrol.
"Sir Ilivan, are you sure you are alright? Are we continuing on to the Fort Then? Or do we need to report this attack dirst."
Regretfully by when Lady Alya reaches the dying man with her wand, the poor soul has already bled out to death.
Lady Alya's and Tanbus' words go unanswered, as the three surviving commoners are unconscious or sleeping.
Sir Ilivan goes down the hill, wrinkling his nose as he hears Lady Alya's words "You all fought well today and proved your value. I cannot complain for you letting your still green hearts taking over here. I made those errors once myself, without so much luck as you had here today. But on the following I expect you to follow my orders" the half-elf knight gives a skewed gaze at the noble elf "And yes, congratulations for your good fighting and saved lives. For as long they last... It is a surprise how stubbornly these farmers stick to live in these dangerous region. I hope they change their minds or your efforts won't last long..."
And hearing Tanbu's question, Sir Ilivan nods "Yes. Pick up your stuff. This is no reason to abandon our mission. I am still determined to reach the Fort and find out what happened. Heal up and recollect yourselves. We gather up where we tied up the horses."
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"We can't just leave them in the mud, asleep and unconscious. Is there shelter around?" "Shouldn't we bury or burn the bodies?"
Tanbu looks around frantically for some shelter to move the bodies to. He then tries to shake awake white. "Hey, mister, wake up! You need to get yourself and your friends out of here." Tanbu will drag the unconscious to whatever shelter there is even if it is just a clump of trees. He will then hurry to form up for the rest of the journey to the fort. "Burning or burying really won't help. They are dead." He attempts to justify leaving the scene unfinished.
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Andrelis takes some time checking on the sleeping villagers, and trying to awaken them. He keeps his cold iron blade bared through the process, and keeps an eye out on the surrounding countryside. Crossing to the dead man, he gently closes the man's eyes, silently saying a prayer for the dead.
As they leave the scene, he stares at Ilivan his reaction unreadable. As Tanbu comments, he replies, Sorry mate, I spent too much time in Cheliax undercover, and a saw a lot of people who just turned their eyes away for their own reasons. I was fine until they started screaming for help....
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Greet makes a move with branches producing strangely creeky sound. Spiritual Weapon disappears as battle ends.
The leshy pets Skyrocket, searching for a cure wand among hsi posrttion. Luckily he is prestigious enough.
As Greet knows sir Illivan background - he would possibly understand knights intensions...
- Orders-shmolders. Sir, have you found spirit you was looking for? Why you did it without ordering me to help?
Greet pretty much confused by situation but shows compassion despite.
With a healing wand leshy follows Lady Allya to aid her in commoners recover. Although he takes care about familiars wounds first.
Greet feels it is not wise to decide villagers/farmers destiny without their consciousnesses, so he glads Andrelis wakes up proper person.
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Tanbu wakes up the sleeping man, he looks confused at the scene but when he understands he is saved he kneels in front of you crying "Thank you. Thank you so much. You totally saved my life... I cannot pay you for this, but I am forever in debt with you."
Makras offers some water to the man, who is happy to take, only to find a vile beverage inside. The man looks confused, but does not dare complain to the dwarf with half brain still hanging from his pick. He just smiles back "Tasteful. Thanks"
The group searches the fallen and take anything of use or value, though nothing remarkable is found.
Greet heals skyrocket's wounds while talking to Sir Ilivan "I have seen too many good men falling cruelly and fruitlessly. These men, you might have saved them here today. But they are as much as dead if they cannot defend themselves or look for a safer place for their families"
As for the bodies, the knight quickly calls you "We have not time for burials or pyres. And anyway, the fire would only find demons and marauders called to this place."
"We are leaving. Now" the man talks in a tone that leaves it clear he is used to just be obeyed while he retreats for the horses.
Taking your mounts you follow the River Road that climbs inland into low hills.
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Lady DE Qill waited by the tree, She watched this old knight trudged through the mud back to the mounts. She could see the world's weariness in him. She had seen it before in older human soldiers. Their sad shot lives meant later in life they often lost hope > becoming hard and cynical. New faces came to the command and soon were killed. Why get close to them? She understood this all too well. She felt the same way sometimes with short-lived races. But elves lived ling and so passed through this darkness in most cases, it had a name in Elvish. That meant relighting the soul. However, most humans have so little time in older life they seldom find their way back. So she could see he was resigned to a fight he would not come out of one day. She could forgive him. His so-called experience was little more than Survivor's guilt and mixed with the acceptance of his fate. She said nothing for nothing she could say would help this jaded soul. He must find his own way. So she rides with the others, saying nothing.
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Skyrocket becomes eyes in the sky again, to beware of happening around and ahead of team movement.
Greet again takes his spot next to lady Alya. The leshy feels she is emotional about situation. So shaman discourses in a creaking voice, likely the way sir Knight may hear.
-The man who woke me up on Castrovel was wise, despite being inquisitor and Alkenstar marshal. He told evil is to think weak should be used or oppresed, because lacking of power to resist. Being good is to protect and help weak if you have power and might. Can you feel evil as a paladin or inquisitor, sir Illivan? Can you feel evil inside you?
"Evil? The Inheritor never saw to give me such a supernatural sense" the half-elf looks pensive on Greet's question "She teaches to protect the weak as you say. But why shall I be evil just because realization if you cannot put a sword on the hand of the weak and train this person, will always will weak." the knight pushes forward his mount "But we are all weak in a way. Aren't we? It is better not to think too deep on that if you want to keep your head on place, my leshy friend." he smiles to the leshy, apparently fond and impressed for far by the plant shaman.
Mange halts a second sniffing in the air, but poor wolf has no way to tell you what he just noticed. It is only when skyrocket takes to the air and tells you telepathically that you spot the dark plume of smoke in the distance.
"It is coming from the direction of Fort Portolmaeus" Sir Ilivan confirms frowning worriedly.
As the River Road winds back down through the hills, Fort Portolmaeus comes into view.
Fort Portolmaeus sits on a tall rock outcropping in the West Sellen River, surrounded by rushing waters on three sides. A stout, stone bridge connects the fort to the river’s eastern bank, with a closed wooden drawbridge protecting the final approach. The keep itself is built of dark stone with tall curtain walls surrounding a squat central keep that peeks out above the outer fortifications. Portolmaeus has been the scene of a recent battle. Soldiers dressed in the colors of Mendev move around it making repairs, while others use carts to remove the bodies of humans and demons slain in the recent attack.
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Greet deeply thinks about concept of not thinking - leshy spent decades in this condition while stars slowly moved above, and flora grew around. Although thing about head in place still was far from understanding. Sir meant being dumb helps to remain whole?
But smoke from the fort and telepathic messages from familiar returns him to reality.
- Should we show some flag to show intensions?
Leshy feels this this mission is far from end. And asks eyes in sky to look for few trees or bushes which can provide fruits/ berries around. Without much hope though.
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Makras nods as if carts of dead soldiers and demons was exactly what he was expecting to see. For wasn't the Worldwound the clearest indication of the end times made manifest? "Aye, there it is!" he shouts to the other Pathfinders, pointing. "Deaf to my words ye may be, but do your eyes lie? Cast off all doubts, and know that you too shall soon be taking the final ride to a cold tomb or a pauper's ditch, there to repose for all eternity until even the maggots tire of your bone-dust!"
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Alya now stopped took her spear and pulled a triangle pendent-banner from her pack, It had on it her family crest, and she started to affix it to the head of her spear. As she walks she says.
"Here, Makras, Let me tell you a joke about death. A Dwarf, a gnome, and an elf all die and go to the Boneyard. Now apparently, Pharasma had decided it was getting too full, so she made a game where you have to climb up a flight of 50 stairs and on each step hear a joke. If you laughed, you got sent to the next life, if you could make it to the top you got sent back to life. So they all start up the stairs. The dwarf laughed on the 20th step, the gnome laughed on the 30th. But the elf, as shocking as it may seem, managed to get all the way up to the last step and then broke out laughing. Before they were sent on their ways, the dwarf asked the elf what kind of arcane magic it had used to cheat on this game. The elf simply replied, "Oh, that was the first joke I got."
And she busts out laughing. Husting her spear she starts for the part.