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As Ewis and Olodra discuss strategy, he takes a moment to walk over to imp, still held under Kubar's watchful eye and leans down, until they're almost eye-to-eye. When he spoke, the language wasn't Common, or even one of the other local languages. His voice turned deep, with a soft otherworldly echo. Translation from Celestial: It will not be us who lose, imp. You think you have discouraged us with what you have told us today? All you have done is given us the information we need to sweep your pawn off the board,Apa nætiva, apoyi. Oba ada apaṭa pavasā æti dē saman̆ga oba apava adhairyamat kara æti bava oba sitanavāda? Obagē giṇumen oba ivata dæmīmaṭa avaśya toraturu api obaṭa labā dunnā," Ceraan's eyes glinted as he smiled, with a slightly scary edge to it. Translation from Celestial: I know you don't fear any death we can give you, but my question is, what happens when you get home and your masters find out what you did?"Mama dannavā oyā apiṭa kisima deyak baya karanna bǣ kiyalā. Et maṭa praśnayak tiyenavā, oyā gedara enakoṭa vennē mokakda?
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Character Sheet: Kubar Bin Steverin
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The Imp looks at Ceeran and hisses as if the strange language might injute it. "Speak not the foul language of your heavens. I know it not and it pains me in my bones. I feel her judgement upon me in it the casting out." It shivers and hisses in utter disgust and clear fear.
It takes a moment before the creature is back to it's senses and it says, "The big ones always hurts us. We lie and make micheif and such. Not concerned about you telling them things about what I say. And you Orc, the cloth is to roll over the stones so it won't burn us." |
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Character Sheet: Kubar Bin Steverin
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Whichever option was finally decided on it ended with the group was less one Imp and one set of magic manacles. Turned towards the town in the distance they were able to note the areas that the Imperial Legion were bivoaced in, but could not easily be sure where the General of those legions was at the moment.
Then again, the river was clearly where the looms and the cloth would be. So they could go that direction and, since it was getting dark, it would be unlikely for the various citizens to note that a number of the Knights were not human. Even so some stealth would be required.
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Ceraan nodded at Syl's plan. "There will be another patrol coming down the riverbed soon - they usually come through once a week to ensure nothing dangerous is on the banks because the fisherman from the previous village are there quite often, and the children play there as well. Their route will take them back towards Fallhold, so they will likely reach it sooner than the farmers, and we won't have to risk sending him away from his family," Ceraan looked at Kubar. "The lieutenant did agree to spare the creature if it co-operated, so I believe this would be a better option than killing it."
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Character Sheet: Kubar Bin Steverin
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Moving over the bridge across the Reaver's Run river and into Marshpointe you can see that the Tavern is well lit and active. Inside you see a number of Imperial troops getting drunk along with some local villagers. Passing it and heading south the Market area is quiet at this time of night. Beyond it you see the cloth factory set up on the Cold Creek. A water wheel spins slowly with the current of Cold Creek, but the building itself is dark.
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When those who were scouting this evening passed the The Two blue oneslarger houses they would have noted recently made wooden pallisades around them and a few look-out posts near any of the entrances. These lookout posts had Imperial Guards in them and in armor that seemed to be rather more recent than most Imperial troops were outfitted with. However, as long as the group stayed on the roads the guards paid them little mind.
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