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02-10-2009, 08:23 AM
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Meanwhile, Aiseil's bolt sailed through the air and hooked itself into the slaver's armor, just below his arm. Dropping his sap into his lap he gripped his crossbow and turned to fire on the seer. 
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02-14-2009, 10:50 PM
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Matthew relaxed. We've won!... for now. He then proceeded to look around the caravan to see if anyone was injured.
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02-15-2009, 12:20 AM
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Stunned by the suddenness of the attack, Thunar took several deep steadying breaths to calm himself. Once his racing heart became a little less thready the shaky young "adventurer" rushes over to the fallen rider nearby. Against all hope he tries to staunch any bleeding and if possible save whatever life still remained with the injured attacker. I'm telling you something's not right about this. The patch he wears says he should be a very "anti-demihuman" type yet this is a halfling. It doesn't make any sense so we need to save one if we can. There are answers to be had if we're lucky."
__________________Healing check to staunch bleeding. Dice Roll:
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02-15-2009, 01:23 PM
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Vern notices one of his fellow adventurers trying to save onw of the fallen raiders and comes over. "Here, let me help you," he says.
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02-15-2009, 10:51 PM
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Woah!
Aiseil was for once taken aback by the near miss of the bolt the halfling managed to fire at him. And in just another short moment, the 2 foot menace disappeared. "[Terran]Well, that's a relief. Those spiders run faster then most trained dogs." "And what are those two doing?" "Hm?" Aiseil's mind was directed to the two humans assisting an injured slaver. It was not something he was fond of doing at the moment. He first moved to retrieve his dropped staff (better off in his hands as a capable walking stick) and first went around to check on the rest of the caravan. "I'm sure they can handle that slaver by themselves." "[Terran]I would think so myself."
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02-17-2009, 08:17 AM
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Working together Thunar and Vern were able to stabilize the halfling, the crossbow bolt still stuck painfully in the cleric’s thigh. The slaver was unconscious but the blood no longer flowed from his wounds like so much water from a broken glass.
__________________Aiseil was assaulted by the grief of broken families as he walked the length of the caravan, their physical cries no less distressing than the ones that echoed in his mind. Matthew felt the blood from his wounds slick and hot under his armor. They were not bad and would heal soon enough.
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02-17-2009, 11:50 PM
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Once his charge was stabilized and stoutly secured with rope, Thunar strode out to where the ambush had originated. Squatting back on his heels he surveyed the ground for signs of the ambushers and any clues or items they might have dropped. Shaking his head in confusion as he scanned the area he can be heard muttering almost to himself. We really need to talk to that bloke when he wakes up. This doesn't make sense. Their badges say they belong to a brotherhood known for it's intolerance of anyone other than humans. So why would halflings be working for people who enslave and mistreat them? And does anyone else think we should try and rescue some of these people to rejoin their families?" The last statement was loud enough to be heard several yards away.
__________________Dice roll= http://rpgcrossing.com/showthread.ph...97#post3127497 Last edited by ogamodyna; 02-18-2009 at 01:33 AM.
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02-18-2009, 10:59 AM
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As the last word leaves his mouth Thunar spots a small strip of leather on the ground here one of the scuffles first broke out. It has a clasp, much like a belt, but is only slightly longer than two hands and maybe an inch wide. Symbols are engraved into what would be the inside if it were clasped shut.
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02-18-2009, 01:36 PM
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Looking over the leather strap carefully, Thunar begins humming a bass toned and throaty rumble as he turns the object over in his hands to examine it from every angle. Building off his memories of books and writings he had learned his craft from, he attempts to make sense of the symbols while he considers his next move. As the resonances of the musical spell build he watches intently for the aura of enchantment to become visible.
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02-18-2009, 07:09 PM
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"[Terran]A tragedy such as this should never be seen by our eyes, friend."
Aiseil's being, in entirety, was wracked in the emotional pain of mourning and loss. His eyes grew heavy from the sad sight of these sobbing, spiritless souls. What a tragedy. In time, Aiseil made his way back around to see about the bound slave catcher, witnessing a young man examining a leather bond. The runes etched into the side of the article aroused Aiseil's quizzical nature as he drew closer to the youth. For the first time on this trip, Aiseil spoke. "From the slave catcher, I presume?" His voice was hushed and nearly serene, just slightly low as a tenor with a weight of wisdom and a keenness crafted of intelligence.
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