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The Road East
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Gilford calls out Emperor Faust has rallied us together so we may march to protect these lands from the rebellions. Their attacks have become more frequent and dangerous. Please keep well and safe.
Gilford continues to ride hoping these people are not harmed in the inevitable battle. |
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Reynna Diplomacy 1d20+10
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Gilford smiled at Reynna and said to her. I hope we can protect them, they don't deserve to get between this ordeal.
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Reynna looked at the army as they marched ... many are young and many have never seen battle. "I too, hope we can keep them safe. I trust we have enough veterans here to teach the young ones what needs to be done." Reynna smiled, upon a memory of Gilford's accomplishments, "That is why you are with us, right? To show us all your amazing arena combat skills? Though I hope it is not necessary, I do look forward to seeing you in action."
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Gilford smiles as he looks into Reynna's eyes as he says. Well Those who I fought lacked my stubbornness I don't go down easily or at all heh heh.
Gilford's tone moves to have a slight suave sound to it. However I will make sure you have a front row seat miss Reynna, wouldn't want you to miss anything now would we? He continues to look at Reynna with a look of interest into her eyes awaiting her reply. |
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"I see," Reynna responded blushing slightly. "Well, front row seats might be a bit too close for me ... my role is patching up wounds and not so much directly fighting, however I believe your opponents may need the healing due to what I hear of your skills."
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Gilford noticing Reynna's blushing he decides to encourage her interest further by saying Oh ofcourse miss Reynna I wouldn't want anything bad to get too close but I promise any battle where my opponent would get within even 3 feet of you he would surely be slain where he stand, no harm shall come near you miss Reynna. If that is suitable. We can't have such a lovely person be in danger can we
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"I hope your skill with blade exceeds your skill with tongue ... if so, we all are in for a treat indeed."
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Gilford continues to smile as he concentrates back onto the road he simply says to her Well miss Reynna I guess you'll need to keep a close eye on me, who knows you just may receive your treat when....you least expect it heh heh.
He thinks to himself. This beautiful young lady is a curious one I feel that her and I will be a true pair, I feel much safer having her at my back. |
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The roads wind onwards after the crossroads as the road goes dark, the major rides back up the column to the front, “Halt, halt you dogs!” he roars. The troops come to a shambling halt, sighing and shouldering their weapons. The major trots to the knight, cleric and sergeants at the head of the column. He takes out his spy glass and aims it down the road, the twilight sky is dark and he grits his teeth in frustration, “Do you see that?” he grunts, “smoke, too much for the hamlet at the river crossing ahead,” he hands the spyglass to his sergeants who nod. It eventually gets passed to Gilford. “Something is a foot,” the major grumbles.
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Gilford grabs his chin as he looks at the smoke, the distant smell sprung the memory of his burnt home as he shakes his head back into the present. He thinks to himself before saying. Sir, If you allow me to scout ahead I have a mount and am a fast rider I can get there and back quickly if the company continues to march. I can meet you after I have scouted the situation. What say you sir?
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“It will be dangerous sir knight,” he looks around quickly, “but we have no mounted scouts, be swift then! I will wait for your return.”
As Gilford rides up the road a ways before he spies several figures around a wagon trundling down towards him.
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Gilford attempts to rear up his horse, surprised he thinks it best not to engage so he rides back and informs the commander.
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Reynna guides her horse beside the Major. As Gilford departs, she casually mentioned, "'Tis it wise to send him alone?" Once she spoke, she realized who she was talking about and added, "I fear not for him, but for them!" She kept an anxious eye on the road ahead, eagerly awaiting any news.
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