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Amiri is amazing
My posting has been low as of late but when exams are all done I should try and post more. I'm fine with whatever pace.
Trig turns to Shalewen, You know this area better than I, should we cross the bridge? I can't imagine that Shadow enjoys getting wet, Fergus quite certainly doesn't."
Trig, having spent the night camping in the hinterlands and arrived at Sandpoint a few hours earlier, walks through the door of the Rusty dragon, Fergus the wolf at his side. He calls out, to no one in particular, "Good day to you all, I am Sir Jegman, knight of Lastwall's order of the beast and I wish to speak to the manager of this fine establishment to request a fine breakfast lodging for tomorrow night, Fergus here needs his beauty sleep you know. I was informed of this... er," he takes a few steps outside, leaning back to read the sign on the inn's door, "ah-yes this "Rusty Dragon" by an elf called Shalelu Androsana. She... helped me defeat some goblins out on the road the other day, though I'm sure I could managed them fine myself. She told me to mention her name, said she was a friend of the inkeeper. Does anyone know if she is around here at all? I never got the chance to properly thank her. "
Checking in, thanks for the invite.
Ragrimm looks at Castor, and then at Twiks, smiling knowingly. He then looks stern again and walks up to the nearest senior-looking soldier and says "S'cuse me lad, Do you know were to find the nearest jail cell? I have a feeling our friend here owes us some more answers."
Highfeather hoots and casts mage armor, suddenly becoming surrounded in a translucent dark purple barrier of force. He then flies into a tree, closer to the mushroom men. Rikket snorts and prepares to charge at the enemies but highfeather shouts at him, I'll handle this friend, save your energy." The goat familiar looks quite sad and attempts to hide in some bushes.
Ragrimm looks at Castor and smiles knowingly, "I'm not your typical dwarf I suppose lad, all those dingy dark mineshafts and underground cities never really appealed to me. The sky and the sea are places where real power lies, I'll tell you this, you won't find any lightning or hurricane underground, That's why I became a druid of Gozreh. Golds alright I suppose but give me a fine Taldane wine over Dwarven ale any day. As for fighting the orcs, well I suppose I have to go with the cliché, it's just I spent time as long as one of your human's wee lifetimes up a mountain, training my storm powers but when I came down I didn't have anyone to use them on. Perhaps this war is just me finding purpose."
Ragrimm took deep breaths as he stood with the other recruits, decades of his life have led to this point, he thought, wondering how many orcs would die by his lightning bolts.. His contemplation was quickly ended when a confused looking gnome in a strange hat asked him about his name. Ragrimm, also being shocked at there being an actual person named "Twiks" thought about the question for a few seconds before replying "I can't really answer that for you lad, there aren't very many humans where I'm from, not many Gnomes either come to think of it. I hadn't even seen many non-dwarves before I arrived in Lastwall, You'd be better off asking another gnome. Anyway, er... Twiks, why did you decide to become a soldier and fight the orcs?"
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