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“Greetings, I am Sir Justin Moore,” the knight calls out when he sees the scouts. “The Siege of Fort Graystone has ended and the enemy army is in retreat. Based on Intel provided by your companions it seems that some of the retreating enemy is making for the goblin lair down below. Come the dawn ...

Vernar wrote:
"We can certainly be tellin' that tale," Vernar replies after a moment, "but I not be thinkin' this be the spot fer it. We be tryin' t' regroup with any o' the others that might have survived the dragon."

Vernar indicates their destination as being the Eagle's Nest, and then looks ...

“Hail, though we have already met. Aye we know you.” she replies.

"Well, at least I be knowin' I not be goin' completely daft,"

"It is you! Don't you remember us? You traveled with us since we left Crossroads. Kaylessa, Vernar," she gestures at each in turn, "and myself, Butternut. I'm glad ...

Vividly those images of the battle are now burned into Ren's thoughts as he stares at the group in front of him meandering up the path. There doesn't appear to be any cover for a while so now Ren feels like he needs to make his move while there is maybe some avenue of escape. As they wind up the ...

At a cautious pace the group ahead advances with Ren in tow, though at this stage his focus is split. Struggling with grasping the situation he didn't notice at first as they approached a small intersectional clearing and lost in thought his foot kicks something lying on the forest floor. Glancing ...

Prior to setting up position observing the dwarf and now a halfling and elf:

It had been some time since he had seen any sign of anyone. He felt safe, now, there had been no pursuit and he was alone. What is going on? He takes a quick rest and a long breath to recover a little energy from his ...

With the huge looming mountains on either side, Ren realized he was in some sort of forested valley passage. There won't be a lot of room to maneuver if there are more out looking for me. I'll have to try and fall back and circle around anyone till I can get my bearings.

As Ren prepares to make ...

A moment of sheer and utter terror. An image of massive powerful wings spread wide. The smell of smoke and brimstone. Then all went blank. Running, fleeing, legs moving faster than they ever have before. I must get away .

How long have I been running? What am I running from? What was I doing ...

Lucyus:
“Is it safe to assume that there is none among you that followed the calling of their patrons. Perhaps faith is needed as well?”

"Oh pish posh! Faith only goes so far, if it really goes anywhere at all. Now is not the time to antagonize these people for not relying on hopes and prayers ...

As they travel down the path toward the voices, it becomes clear they are not goblins and Ren begins to relax, at ease with what he is sure to find at the end of this passage. Lost a bit internally in thought as they approach the source of light he is brought back by a shifting form beside him ...

As everyone has crested, the important nature of the unnatural glow emanating from the tunnel draws Ren's focus. The indistinguishable voices are worrying and the tension of not know where their foes are is tiresome. He whispers to the group "Be they friend or foe, who should know? It is not a ...

Upon reviewing Flare's map Ren has a little conversation with those still at the base of the climb as he waits to hear any objections from the group. "It would appear most likely to me that the northwest passage would most certainly loop back to our original location." He looks around for any bits ...

At the fore of the adventuring party, Ren positions himself just outside the invigorated torch's aura. It is only after a few moments that Ren realizes there is another cavern ahead, and straining to listen he barely hears some sort of distant but consistent rustling. He can't make out the source ...

Ren decides to take one of the last watches as he usually is up early preparing, and without quality bedding he is urged from rest after trying to force the last hour of sleep before waking and preparing his spells. Once everyone is roused and the food has been purified, it is with great relief that ...

(After Cavern Rest)

1st Level:

Read Magic
Chill Touch (Shadow) *Bonus Memorized*
Sleep (Shadow) *Bonus Memorized*
Change self (Illusion) *Memorized*

Currently these are re-memorized

As the others mill about the alcove, Ren takes this time as a nice break from the tension and anxiety of the previous hours. After a short time has passed, and it is fairly apparent that no new foes will be venturing into their hollow, Ren finally feels a little more at ease though certainly not ...

Having been absorbed in his curiosity and inspecting the southern fork of the intersection, Ren is a little surprised by Wimzy's brief exclamation. Turning to see her single-mindedly huff into the alcove he retreats, readying his weapons, and as he comes to the mouth of the alcove is met by a bright ...

As the coin impacts the outer wall of the creature, Ren starts, as the shimmering of the wall reminds him of gellatin and as it lurches forward he takes a little hop backwards. What in all that is holy? Ren had heard of these creatures before, but to come face to face with one is another matter. A ...

Butternut:
Butternut slinks forward to rejoin Ren. "Vernar wants us to investigate each of the three paths, while he and the others hold the intersection. We should start with this dead goblin you spotted." Concerned by the possibility of traps, Butternut will be checking the walls, floor and ...

As Ren approaches the fork cautiously, he quickly surveys the scene. First looking to the tunnels on the right he notices one meanders off into the distance, hmmm that way is most likely a diversion, doesn't seem a focused enough path to lead toward whatever exit there might be. We should make note ...

Butternut:
"Yeah, about three days, Ren," Butternut replies. "And the only ones I saw evidence of before that were goblins. Since he didn't come with us, if he appears to have been dead for less than a week or so, he was probably with Chimera."

"I think it highly probable the half-elf is part of ...

Butternut:
"Flare? Ren? Who's that? Part of Chimera Squad by any chance? Any dry clothing or other materials we may be able to start a small fire or create torches from?" she asks. Sadly, anyone from the previous groups that is lying down here is unlikely to still be alive.

Helping Flare search ...

Erisciana:
"I am hoping there is a way out. If so it is an imperfect trap. Dead captives are the easiest to control," Erisciana says matter-of-factly. "We're not dead yet, so there is always hope."

"A dead captive isn't a captive at all." Ren says sardonically. "But I do agree that caution will ...

Upon reaching the corpse near him, Ren quickly pats it for any coin purse and shoves away from it in disgust. "Make sure not to swallow any of the water, it is rancid from the corpses it seems."

Having worn his pouch on his belt and his backpack on his back, when he gets to shore he rummages ...

Flare:
"You're right, friend. My attempt at humor was ill-received." Flare fights the shameful blush swelling his face. "If you can think of a way to make it up to Butternut, it would be appreciated. As far as narcolepsy goes, mine is not a classic case. It only manifests itself when there's an ...

while a few will say it was nice to know you!

Ren replies in jest, "At least people will know me. Hahahah farewell for now.... what was your name again?" he ends rhetorically. He has taken a couple extra days of food in his pack leaving some behind with his leather armor for storage believing ...

Having chosen a black mare of short and slightly stocky stature, with a white patch on her muzzle and a white mane and tail, he begins to brush and clean her all the while whispering. "Hello sweet Artemis. Aren't you a lovely mare. If you truly are sweet we can get you a sugar lump." Grinning, he ...

As the sun begins to rise over the horizon, Ren is already busy flitting about after reviewing his spells, and a quick, light breakfast. He remembers that they are meant to meet at the barracks and arrives as those present are having their breakfast. Putting on a non-chalant front, he makes small ...

Sgt. Traken “If there is some gear on the racks that you can make use of, you may take it. If you need something not there, you'll need to pick it up in town on your own gold. Tonight is yours to do as you please. Tomorrow you belong to the army. Enjoy yourselves.”

"Well in that case, I shall ...

"As for my skills, Ishtar is the Goddess of Love and War. I have some martial skill and am versed in various small magicks. I feel certain that I will be a boon to the members of this assemblage."

"Well met, and I would be hard pressed to think you wouldn't be useful."

"I'm Butternut, last ...

"Good day, Ren," she says in her slight accent. "I am Erisciana Iltani, priestess of Ishtar. And what may be your profession and skills?"

"I've built the odd nook and cranny for those who wish their goods hidden. An engineer by trade, and a bit of a sleuth by night. I've always had a penchant for ...

It was starting to get late by time he arrived, but the detour through the edges of the Dorwyn Elfholds had been worth it. There was something reassuring about the shadows of those towering canopies after the boring countryside of the High Roads.

Ren saunters through the city whistling a bit to ...

1st Level:

Read Magic
Chill Touch (Shadow) *Bonus Memorized*
Sleep (Shadow) *Bonus Memorized*
Change self (Illusion) *Memorized*

Currently these are re-memorized