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[h2][color=f7941d][i][b]Kosara[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=f7941d]Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 04, Barbarian, Level 01[/color][/b][/i]
[color=f7941d][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 34/ 34 [color=f7941d][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 12(15 Mage Armor)      [color=f7941d][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] Exhaustion(1)
[color=f7941d][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Rose River Vineyard (Fields Near Estate House)  - > Mummy Hill
[color=f7941d][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] (WORKING HARD! & LOTS OF PRESTIDIGITATION!!)
[color=f7941d][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color]  N/a
[color=f7941d][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/a
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	Kosara stomed forward through the crunchy snow towards the hill with the unexplained, unwanted and uninvited suspicious looking figures looming from the distance and the closer she got the more her gut feeling told her that yes this was the prelude to the adventure and no it wasn’t going to be about sunshine and flowers. Sadly as she found herself at the base of the hill, trudging through the white snow, feeling a bit tired and sore from the evening of heavy activities, Kosara realized that her gut feeling was correct. How did she realize that? Easy, up above her, looming like some monuments of death were bodies standing in a vaguely ritualistic fashion, not magic ritualistic, but more the cultural adherence kind. Like how some people bowed, others shook hands and so on. One grand undead somewhat mummy-esque looking figure, taller and 4 submissive ones. Kosara’s nose scrunched up, not from any scents, but more so of thinking. She made a cute little thinking expression before her feet moved once more with certainty.

	Step by step, one foot in front of the other she climbed the hill, steady in her movement as she took the figures ever closer, studying what she could see. Garments looked of fine quality silks… the type that costs good gold. Fashions and styles were also familiar. Empire of Alhazred… the empire led by the Lich Emperor and his council of evil guys who did evil guys thing and presumably kicked of the Necromantic Wars cause they wanted more something or other. As far as Kosara could figure out, everything looked period accurate… which coupled with the fact these were dead bodies that may or may not be undead… she was getting flashes back to the bodies in the old distillery. Connection maybe? She couldn’t exactly figure out if these were proper undead or something else. Had no idea if they were actually going to move normally. More flashbacks to the bodies they found last time… On that note she reminded herself that Sacred Flames torched them good, even if it would be shame to ruin silks in that pristine of condition.

	Up close, she saw everything in even better detail, confirming her opinion on the origins of these fellas. Which by itself raised questions since they shouldn’t be here. Bodies that preserved with garments that preserved meant well… efforts put into it. How did these bodies appear here when their origin should be much further south? Unless of course there was a conspiracy and hidden hideout somewhere around here. Her eyes moved to the hand holding the rolled up… letter? Scroll? Whatever it was, it had a long black ribbon and Kosara’s curiosity was growing. The bodies weren’t taking any aggressive movements. She narrowed her eyes, thinking, but in the end nodded to herself and walked over to the one standing and holding the… she decided it was probably a letter. It had the hallmark of delivering a missive by somebody in power… Better not be an undead lich emperor making a bid for power and domination again, she hoped.

	[color=f7941d]“Thank you.”[/color] She said simply as she reached to take the thing. No need to be rude after all. She made a light frown and tilted her head as she pulled the letter and couldn’t figure out if the hand loosened a bit to let it go easier. Very much flashbacks to the bodies from that hole in the ground. She undid the ribbon, opened the scroll/letter and looked at what was written inside with an utmost serious expression as she scrolled the words and letters.[color=f7941d]” I see.”[/color] She simply mumbled, before tilting her head.[color=f7941d]” I’ve got no idea what this reads… Will need to see if the others can understand it.”[/color] She mused to herself as she took a few steps back from what she suspected were undead of some variety and waited for the others to join her while she moved her eyes between the undead and the letter… and the ribbon of course. It was a pretty black ribbon. Even if black wasn’t her usual color, she liked it. Might keep it as a souvenir... if it wasn't all evil and magical of course.