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With that, the warlock rises into the air, heading towards the river with a wary expression. He didn't like these unskilled mercenaries playing with fire, especially with he and his companions -- children and all -- so close. Telepathically he reaches out to Lux. I'm coming. Where are you? |
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It was a race, as Oren used his magic to fly across the river and reach the spot where Isabella was crouching down with Rolf. Originally they had taken cover behind a barn but abandoned it after the explosion of the tavern sent debris flying through the structure. Now they were behind a tree stump where Isabella was wrapping a piece of cloth she had torn from Rolf's shirt around a nasty gash he had in his arm. The young boy was enamored enough with Isabella to keep his mouth shut, and let her do what she needed to, in an attempt to patch the wound. It would heal, but Rolf wasn't going to be able to do much with his arm for a few days.
As Oren arrived, the troops from both mercenary groups were growing dangerously close, as skirmishes around the Titan raged on. He wouldn't have time to make the trip back and forth twice. Instead, he had to hold Isabella, who in turn held Rolf, and the trio flew at a slower pace back towards the safer side of the river where Gillindan and Adelaide waited. It was a ridiculous sight, but Rolf had a story now that he would remember for the rest of his life. The night their hideout blew up, and was rescued by an attractive young lady and a flying warlock, as they fled from a horrific Titan in the middle of a war. On the reunion, the group needed to move fast to catch up to the wagon where Kerwin, Aaric, and Daybreak were hauling the rest of the orphans to safety. Traveling north along the river did not follow any direct roads, and instead, they had to cut through fields and orchards. The wagon wouldn't have been able to travel this direction very far. They must have taken a turn to travel north further away from the river, to find paths not so congested by trees, fences and boulders. It would give the group a good shot of making it to the bridge before the wagon would, and allow them to make sure it was safe before brining the children across. Luck was on the traveler's side, for when Oren, Gillindan, and Adelaide reached the bridge, long before the wagon would make it, they saw that it was held by a squad of Zarahenian mercenaries. Lux had reported that there were only a few guards there when he had scouted the area, but now their numbers had been reinforced.
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Oren nods at Adelaide's suggestion to try talking first. "Yes, agreed. We don't have time for ruses and subterfuge. The wagon is on its way so I'd say we approach in a friendly way and tell them the situation with the children. If they need something, we can offer a bribe. If they won't budge, then we will need to neutralize them quickly."
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Isabella turned her attention away from Rolf for a few moments as the party leaders made their plans. "Talk to them, sure. Let's do it. Who is going first? You aren't going to make me do it are you? "
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Oren adds, "They wagon will be here shortly. As you know, the titan is on its way and we appreciate your help in allowing us to clear innocents from the area."
The sky rumbles ominously as they stand near the bridge. This was no time for a battle, the warlock knew. He could only hope that Adelaide and his own words would be enough to sway these men. Last edited by mountainbound; Oct 7th, 2024 at 03:43 PM. |
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