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	[u]Weather[/u]: Partly cloudy, cold. Winds stir the grass and pushed-over grain stalks. 
 
	[u]Time[/u]: Afternoon, still. The battle didn't take a whole lot of time, though the time dilation of combat may make it seem like longer.

	[u]Ambience[/u]: Two of the wagons stood facing back the way they had entered the area, manned by Mosswater & Co. and the L'Roses, respectively. The party's wagon remains as it was. Highlighted against the side of the hill are the curiously calm(ish) beasts of burden who were still attached to the wagons. There was a bit of nervous movement, but nothing that gave extreme concern of a runaway wagon. The field itself lay slightly more trampled than before, but now littered with the forms of three dead Ankhegs. The dead stillness returned to the land, punctuated by the odd, chilling wind.  

[center][color=darkgray][h2]*****[/h2][/color][/center]

        Victory! 

	Barbal and Tarace broke the shocked silence with approving applause, though admittedly started by Tarace, who was also the more enthusiastic of the two. The gruffer Barbal climbed down from his place at the reins and moved a little closer to the fence, most likely to get a better look at the aftermath. [color=darkgray][i]"Good show; good show indeed!"[/i][/color] proclaimed Tarace, continuing, [color=darkgray][i]"That was excellently done!"[/i][/color] 

	In contrast, Barbal Mosswater gave a rather monotone piece of advice, [color=darkgray]"Might've used turpentine. Mmm, pine. Messes with their heads some."[/color] He gave an accepting nod, relenting in a small way, [color=darkgray]"Fine sight, though. I shall tell Monsieur Laurent the tale in full. Fine sight, yes."[/color]

	The L'Rose wagon remained quiet to begin with. Cecily stared over her young niece, apparently examining her to make sure she was truly alright. A shocked expression had her features just as much as concern for the girl; parental even if she was not her actual child. Oddly, Lizbeth's expression appeared strangely neutral. Her face showed an almost colorless pallor with darker notes beneath her eyes as if she hadn't slept well in days, but otherwise she appeared unharmed. Slowly, her color returned and she found within herself the wherewithal to speak. Cheerfully, even. [color=darkgray]"That was amazing! With the hammer, and the big arms, and that magic! And that one that just fell over after she sang at it! Wow, that's just... You people really [i]are[/i] heroes!"[/color] 

	This was enough to break Cecily from her immediate worry, who added a little calmer, [color=darkgray][i]"Oh, and did you just see how Mademoiselle Kosara tried to ride it like an unbroken horse? Would you like to do that, Lizbeth? Ride an Ankheg into town and scare our vendors?"[/i][/color]

	The answer was an immediate, childlike, [color=darkgray]"Ew. No, Ceecee. But it looked kind of fun."[/color]

        The Ankhegs that were taken down with physical damage gave the occasional twitch, slowing to lazy, inelegant motions over a couple of minutes before settling into utter stillness. The one which saw its end by psychic and necrotic damage remained fully inert, as if the formerly vital nervous system simply switched itself off, even to involuntary pulses.