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16 posts. Alias of Camris.
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TYARI
Varys wrote: "May we speak with this person?" Oblivious to your raised eyebrows, the High Priestess shook her head.
"Well he left his apartment last night without telling anyone. He left his bed neatly made, so he'll be back sooner or later.
"He can’t have gone far, since his crippling condition causes him considerable physical pain and drastically limits his mobility.
“Unfortunately,” Tyari says, “I have no more insight into your investigation.
"Iomedae’s light shines on those who seek the truth, however, and you are always welcome at this Sanctuary should you need healing or other assistance from the church.
"Oh, wait. I know; you should talk to Sir Brantos, my Military Aide. He had more contact with Master Katrezra than I have."
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She thought for a moment.
"Well, I have noticed the Patrol Captain meeting with Katrezra, a long-time half-orc resident of the Sanctuary. Fairly frequently in recent weeks. I have occasionally overheard the two of them muttering something about ghosts, half-orcs, hopeknives, and white swords, but I don't know any details.
"Old Katrezra claims to have visions; and though I cannot vouch for their prophetic accuracy, I do believe they are more than just hallucinations."
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Varys wrote: Are there any known magic users in town who deal in the arts of enchantment?" She frowned in thought.
"I personally know of few arcane casters in town, and none of the enchantment types."
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Asher wrote: "He strike you as the type that might want to kill himself?" "Well, no; not particularly. I mean, he was always so confident, and quick with a ready smile. But it DOES happen; someone seemingly out of the blue taking his own life..."
She paused, then looked at you worriedly.
"You... don't think he killed himself then? But how could that have happened? He was in a locked room!"
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Asher wrote: ...But were the wounds self-inflicted? Tyari gives a double take at Asher's words.
"What? Surely there is no question, with him being in a locked room and the knife in his hand?"
Big John wrote: ”Can you think of any other course of action?" Aubrin shook her head.
"I cannot. We need some kind of shelter safe from the winter and safe from the Legion. I'm really hoping the Rangers know somewhere." She replied.
Darry wrote: ".... but anything Sebastian and I can do to help out things here before we go searching for rangers?" Aubrin smiled at this.
"Well, just your presence is giving the refugees hope..."
She smiled.
"But since you asked..." She said, standing up. She beckoned you out of the tent and into the middle of the clearing, where the other refugees have gathered.
Aubrin smiled.
“We wouldn’t have made it this far without you,” she said.
“Everyone wants you to know how much we appreciate what you’ve done for us. We’re going to keep pulling together until we find a place to call home. With you on our side, we will find that home. In the meantime, I’ve got something to show you.”
Aubrin picked up a staff and held it upright in both hands.
A crossbeam has been tied to the top of the staff and a green scarf hung down like a banner. Two bristly pine branches lie across the top, tied down to the crossbeam with twine.
“We decided we needed a symbol,” she said proudly. “Something to rally us. What do you think?”
Aubrin smiled.
"Wonderful work indeed! And we will put your loot to work immediately. The tents in particular.
"It is unfortunate confirmation though. The Ironfang Legion has bridged the Marideth river.
"Did you make contact with the Chernasardo Rangers? What can they do to help?" She asked.
Aubrin sat back gingerly in her improvised canvas camp chair as you all came into her tent. She looks much better than when you left her last, but still not 100%.
Darry wrote: "Any chance the group ran across a trio of halfling lasses? cute blondes?" Aubrin shook her head slowly.
"I'm sorry master Swiftfoot; there have been a handful of refugees that have joined us since you've seen us last, but nobody by that description." She said gently.
Faerieth wrote: Moving into the lean-to, she gives the ranger a warm, albeit cold and wet, hug. "How are you feeling?" "Oof." Aubrin said with a flinch, her hand patting Faerieth lightly on the shoulder. "Better now, seeing you all back here. Still have some healing left to do though." She replied.
Big John wrote: ”Hey. You done slackin off yet? We’re fightin a war out there still you know!?” Aubrin smiled briefly.
"Not quite yet. We'll need a bit of time to sort that smelly mess you've brought at the very least. Nice work by the way."
She stopped, looking like she has been struck by a thought.
"Not to question your skills, but could you have been followed?" She asked anxiously.
Aubrin peeked out a lean-to and waived you over.
Big John wrote: "They took the little ones Aubrin. The Hobs have’em. Once this is done, I’m going back in for them." Aubrin the Green
Aubrin nodded.
"I know John. And you should go back and rescue who you can; just as soon as these refugees have been settled someplace more secure than here."
Aubrin the Green looked up at Big John.
"Nicely done John. With the bridge down, we've bought maybe two days before they can get troops across to pursue.
"I don't know if scouts are out yet, but I would be surprised if we're more than half a mile from the bridge. We should get a few miles deeper into the forest don't you think?
"As for riding," She rasped, "Not yet. I'm going to be flat on my back for a while yet. I don't see anyone else with my injuries; I'm beginning to suspect I was singled out for special attention. Do you know if anyone kept the bolt I was hit with?"
Aubrin looked up from where she leaned against a tree and smiled weakly at Big John.
"A good start. Well done."
Arlen wrote: "Is there anything we can do about that bolt now? We need you to be able to lead us out of here without passing out." Aubrin nodded, whispering; "Bolt... has to be extracted. Can't... move with it in place. Have to stop... bleeding when you pull it through..."
Faerieth wrote: ...Once they get back we'll start moving. Let me take a look at your wound." she says studying the shaft piercing the other woman's chest closely. If you could hole up here for a time, you'd leave it in place for her to recover before removing it. But since you have to travel, you have to pull it out first and staunch the bleeding.
Arlen wrote: "Aubrin, do you have the strength to channel the heroism of Cayden?" She winced and shook her head.
"I am at the moment in no fit state to command the holy power granted by Cayden." She said, glancing at the haft of the bolt still piercing her chest.
"...Check the Riverwood Shrine for medical supplies..." Aubrin whispered. "I can walk... If I have a couple of people to help."
To those who gather to help Aubrin...
She gasped in pain as someone finally hacks through the haft pinning her to the wall and she is lowered to the floor.
She grasped Faerith's hand tight.
“It... it sounds like there’s an army outside the door." She whispered.
"How did they fall on us without being seen? These damn plains are so flat you can see an elk from two days off, let alone an army!”
She winced and pressed her hands against the bloody hole in her chest. “They sound large. Too large to fight on the ground like honest fools."
She pulled in Faerith.
"We need to gather what we can, cross the bridge, and hide out in the Fangwood. I—I know a few secrets that may keep us safe. Should probably figure out how to take down the bridge while we’re at it, else they’ll just march themselves across before we have the chance to hide.”
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