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"Ahhh, a few at least?" Ashley seems excited at the prospect of digging up old treasure with Joseph. "Nest eggs, I believe you called them!" She says, coming up besides him and matching his more normal pace. "Drinking money for the ages!"

"I'd imagine half a million gold, enough to get drunk on for quite a few lifetimes." Ashley informs him as she regains her feet in a slow, acrobatic planting of her feet behind her head.

As she straightens she says; "Oh, and also your dagger is in there."

"Just take my word for it." She says while upside down in a handstand.

"Well, we could use some walking around money and I know sorta where one of your old stashes is, it's got some good stuff in it, maybe we should stop by?" She inquires, her short hair dangling like the bottom of a broom without touching the ground.

Ashley skipped ahead of Joseph through the ruins of Al'Lamar, occasionally doing cartwheels or back flips with the kind of restless energy one often feels before embarking on an adventure.

"So you know how I am bad with money and you were always good?" She inquires of Joseph in an offhanded way as she performs a tight rolling leap over some debris.

Joseph foes very little after the fight is over. The brutal surroundings of mutilated bodies and charred corpses putting him into a state the previous fights hadn't. He was disgusted at the pain and misery the group had brought on these people, however brief it may be. Mostly however, he was disgusted at just how clean his blade was and just how good he felt as he dripped with acid and smoldered in his cloths.

He had done and could do, little to help these people and his allies. Despite his gift, he was truly useless. These thought still lingering in his mind Joseph approaches Ashley. "All's done. I... I don't think me staying with them- Joseph tilts his head towards his celebrating allies. "-will help anything. I'm holding them back, need to make myself better before I can roll with a group like that." Joseph whispers these lines and tugs Ashley away from the group, hoping his departure escapes notice.

Ashley nods at Joseph's whisper. "I'll go along! The Prince is dead so my mission is complete. I could use a vacation anyway." She whispers back.

She follows after Joseph with the long, smooth gait of an acrobat.

"I'm on it!" Ashley shouts and hurls her giant shuriken at the same wizard Joseph is attacking.

Giant Shuriken: 1d10 + 29 ⇒ (3) + 29 = 32

Damage: 2d6 + 10 ⇒ (1, 4) + 10 = 15

As Ashley and Joseph exit the bar they notice the city has been devastated and Undead chase around innocent civilians.

"Eh, what did we miss?" Ashley slurs as she looks around, puzzled.

Before Joseph can answer there is a crack like thunder and Ashley and everything around the couple freezes, with the exception of Joseph.

A voice seems to emanate down the road from the towering main citadel and Jospeh can see a certain Vulture god circling in the air above it.

Something weird is going on here...and also over there.

Joseph looks up and away from Ashley as she jeers him. "Well... From my current memory I've never even been in a fight until today. I do seem to never grow physically tired though, maybe we can do some practice later, start getting me back into fighting shape!" He punches the air a few times, then chuckles again.

Ashley's sad look blossoms back into a smile as she considers Joseph. "I'll help you learn to fight again if you help me end this fifty year dry spell." She replies, then sighs and says to herself. "Seriously, nuns typically don't have dry spells that last this long."

Joseph hangs back, shaking his head and grinning. "Haha! Man, Alyssa I would have sent'em spinning by now. Gotta stand up for yourself man! Though I must say, my relationship seems to put a stopper in the "Surrounded by virile men" bit." He finishes with a wink to Ashley and a chuckle.

"The Joseph I remember was quite virile." Ashley replies. "Though you seem a bit older and slower in general these days..." She says, looking him up and down.

"Do you still have the endless energy of an immortal?" She inquires with a sly smile.

As soon as the last combatant is delt with Joseph pulls his outfit together from the barrage of cuts and tears. "I'm fine, I'm fine! I'm oddly alright with gettin roughed up like that, feels normal! The whole not dying bit even make's it kind of exhilarating!"

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"I'll have to buy some new clothes to be sure! Hope the next town's decency laws are too strict."

"Oi! Your tellin me, but more importantly..." Joseph turns and points to the nameless warrior. "Who's this guy." Turning back to Ashley he inquires. "He with you?"

Ashley looks pleased and smiles when she sees that Joseph is truly ok, despite the vicious violence he suffered.

Knowledge Local DC 10: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (3) + 25 = 28

"The Nameless Warrior." She says with a sharp intake of breath. "A legendary killer, but one whom I have never met personally. If he is here it means something strange is afoot."

Ashley jogs over to Joseph.

"Are-are you alright?" She asks, sounding worried.