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Sithelnost - Aftermath

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  08 Newkolt 349 AC Cedron found Parnitha moving from prisoner to prisoner. Her shoulder was wrapped where the silver draconian's jaws had torn into her but she was already unlocking chains. Cedron watched her for a moment before approaching. "I can see why they respect you." Parnitha glanced over. The minstrel-priest smiled faintly. "Tough as steel and unyielding." He placed a hand on her shoulder. Divine energy flowed from him, closing her wounds. The pain faded. "I'd light your beacon any day." For the first time since the battle began, Parnitha smiled. Beneath the dust, blood, and exhaustion of the morning, Cedron was fairly certain the commander of House Protector was blushing. The next prisoner in line cleared her throat. "Good morning, Commander." Parnitha froze. She turned and her eyes widened. "Lady Nihriome." The awkwardness vanished instantly as duty returned. "I—yes. Let me get you out of those shackles....
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Road Trip to the Dragon Isles (Styx)

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  10 Deepkolt 349 AC Altan circled the paladin. "So, the robes stay. They hide the armor." Davaa nods. "Going to need to dirty them up, though." For the next several minutes, Arthur's robes are rolled around on the ground amd have dirt tossed onto them. Bren stares at Arthur. "He still stands like an officer. He'll never pass for a dockworker. What about a caravan guard looking for a job?" Granite scratches his beard, "Yeah that could work." Agnes takes Lawbringer, closes her eyes for a moment and concentrates. The beautiful elven maiden vanishes, replaced by an older crone. Lawbringer takes on the appearance of a gnarled walking stick. With Arthur suitably dressed, Granite turns back to the party. "Professor, I want you, Altan, and Davaa to stay here. Bren, you're coming with us. You can keep us clued in on oficers that ya recognize." The dwarf looks around. "Anybody got any objections ta that?" "No o...
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Sithelnost - The Gallery of Heroes (Part 2)

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08 Deepkolt 349 AC Romulus turned as reinforcements from the Ravagers of Kern rounded the corner two blocks away. They advanced at a trot, feet falling in step. Shields held at the ready, heavy chopping swords in their hands. Loose bits of gravel at Macula's feet rattled as they approached. The archmage shook his head. He raised his hand and spoke a single word. Frost evaporated. Breath stopped fogging in the air. The spell swept forward sucking every ounce of moisture from its borders. Skin shriveled. Eyes sank into hollow sockets. Skin pulled tight across bones as the muscles beneath were desiccated. Rank after rank of ogre crashed to the ground - dead of dehydration. The ogres at the back of the column slowed and began to look around, although whether they were seeking escape or a different route to strike at the wizard from was unclear. With no enemies nearby, Raven drew Luican's bow and set arrow to string. He saw the approaching dragon and fired. Four crystal-tipped a...
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