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I am fine with the current group but I wont cry if everyone else feels we need a fifth.
"I agree with Conner, we need to take out the cultists now. The bigger picture is the future safety of the town and all the inhabitants," Aemon added. Reluctantly he added, "I am not here by happenstance, I have tracking this cult for a while and I've had some success in infiltrating this cult." With a small grin he continued, "This Cyanwrath is known to me and will probably recognize me. Perhaps we can use this to our advantage."
Aemon's thoughts are jumbled as he tried to think for a way to rescue the prisoners but his thoughts keep returning to Cyanwrath. I can't let him see me here. If does recognize me I will have to kill him, The bard concluded.
Happy Thanksgiving to those in the USA. Everyone else Happy Thursday!
"Nice to have you backm" Aemon said as he nods to Amber. He looks over his gear one last time and decides he is ready to go.
Aemon helped to disarm the prisoners and collapses exhausted next to Larissa.
Aemon peered through the tall grass and watches the approaching troop. To his horror he recognizes the leader of the troop as cultist named Langdedosa Cyanwrath. Crud, he will recognize me, he thinks as his mind races trying to decide the best course of action. He leans over to Larissa and whispers in her ear, "That man is not a member of the guard he is a high ranking cultist."
Ever wary Aemon stays in the tall grass until he is sure it is safe.
Aemon drags Amber into the tall grass and attempted to conceal himself from the approaching force.
"I can't tell but with the way my day is going it's a good bet they aren't friendly," Aemon whines.
Aemon wearily draws his blade and warns, "More are coming this way."
Aemon regained his balance and remembered to breath as he dodged the leaders blows. He calmly stepped in with a thrust at the mans midsection and demanded, "Surrender!"
Aemon lethargically swing as his sword and remembers why he took up music in the first place.
Over come with horror of seeing his comrade fall Aemon swings wildly at the leader.
Aemon moves up to help Amber. He engages the leader swinging his sword low at his legs.
Aemon urches back from the cultists strike and quickly delivers a haphazard swing back at his opponent.
Aemon steps up and clumsily swings his blade at the nearest cultist.
As the field of battle changes before his eyes Aemon moves up and swings at Lady Mondath.
Aemon takes another swing at the next closest kobold.
Aemon rushes the kobolds and strikes at the closest one.
Aemon whispers softly and prepares to cast Heat heat metal at the woman.
Aemon quicklmoves closer toward the womand and castssugestion commanding her, "Order the goblins to drop their torches on the ground."
Aemon skulks hoping to surprise the enemy.
"Then let's move," Aemon concurs with the Barbarian and sets off toward the mill at a brisk pace.
I will be on the road Tuesday – Thursday please feel free to bot me as necessary. I do not foresee having any problems posting. However, tomorrow is going to be an 18 hour day and I might just hit the sack when I get to my hotel.
There is no time to waste," Aemon cautions his companions as he hurries toward the mill.
Aemon moves over to the Barbarian and begins to hum a calming melody.
Following Larissa's lead Aemon drinks his last potion.
"sounds like a plan," Aemon agrees with Conner and begins to direct the survivors.
"Thank you," Aemon give a slight bow in Conner's direction. Looking toward the temple he asks, "Did we manage to save anyone?"
No worries, take care.
Swinging his sword at the last cultist Aemon groans in frustration, "Uggh."
Aemon lunges past the guard of the cultist in front of him. He grins in satisfaction knowing he has hurt the man.
Aemon runs up after Conner and reaches his side just in time to watch his flawless execution of his strikes.
Sorry to see you go. Good luck.
Aemon is startled by Amber's request but quickly recovers and halls back slapping her soundly across the face. The force of the blow leaves a very distinguishable hand print on her face.
Aemon begins moving along the wall toward the front of the building his blade extended in front of him.
Aemon hears the thunderous crash and has the foreboding of something awful, "I think we aught to head to the the front of the temple." With little hesitation he starts off in the most direct route.
Aemon rushes after Amber and trusts his scimitar at the drake.
Reinvigorated as the potion courses through his body Aemon rushes toward the closest drake, striking at it with his blade.
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