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Post by nemusator on Feb 1, 2020 14:12:53 GMT -5
He was still in disbelief a shrine to such evil could exist in Cormyr... He was glad that he cleansed it. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and started to walk towards the center of Greatgaunt, hoping for a relaxed idle talk. Didi the Golden dwarf and her friend in full battle gear were rushing to West gate... Her freind was skilled and disciplined soldier and acted accordingly.
She said that drow have invaded and proceeded. He tagged along, looking about... Sylys was about and that was encouraging. They went on to patrol...
*There were casualties and as I thought of best coarse of action, I heard Ting. I didn't see her for most of the time, but didn't have time to deeper analyze her skills. She noticed some tracks, and we went to follow her... Quick check on Greatgaunt's shape, and we were led into Bramblewood. Didi stomped some tracks Ting was following, but it didn't seem to bother her. It was soon we noticed a drow patrol in retreat. It seemed as if they were not match for ours well coordinated attack... Second drow patrol was found in cavern, and quickly eliminated...
Or, had they simply made peace with their destiny, and died with dignity, holding their blades? Because a woman leading them, which was our primary target... Used them as decoys to ensure her safe escape... Cormyr's dream of peace remains a dream, and cold morning rain just washed the last cloudy remains of it...*
He would then go to pray and meditate a lot... For answers... Guidance... For insight... For what can he do... To make a difference....
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Post by nemusator on Jun 8, 2020 9:01:58 GMT -5
Urbuchek's forces so far away from Stonelands... Camps... Fortifications soon... War advancing under a mask of peace... That heavy reek in the air... He knew it all to well to doubt it. Lack of critters... Vermin are usually the first to leave before something hits the place... Will it be different now? Now that he has rescued an imprisoned and tortured Blade from the clutches of official Urbuchek's forces? They should all be well aware now... Authorities, guilds, organizations...
He turned his back to the uncertain pale sun, a silent shadow merging with cracks in stone, suffering dried flora, and all covers generously placed by his Goddess, hoping fast back to Eveningstar, not leaving a single trace, like he was never there...
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