Markul was jotting a few notes, mostly about his companions for he liked to know those he worked with. It was always good policy to know what your colleagues could and could not do. He was also taking notes about the Warforged, as he was very interested in how she worked, he would have to ask more about her later when, and if, she reactivated.
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Ildrun looked at Leo and tilted her head slightly, wondering if the callous comment was supposed to be the one about how the company needed more girls, and she shrugged, "Well, I joined because I finally decided my parents were not going to stop me from leaving home, and because I wanted to help out against the dragons." she looked up into the sky, "I would not stand idly by as dragons come to enslave this world." she looked back to Leo and smiled grimly, "Even if I fall fighting them they will taste my steel."
Markul stood as the fight died down, letting his illusion disappear. He walked over to where the others had gathered taking a good look at all of them. The Paladin had obviously taken quite a few wounds as evidence by the large amount of blood. Fortunately Eranah was quickly going to work and healed her wounds. For the most part everyone else look relatively fine, sustaining minor wounds compared to Lily's. He stopped to listen to the music which very soothing after the battle. He was ready to leave whenever the others were.
Stupid archers, Markul thought as he rushed for cover from said archers. He knew he could take them out, but he didn't want to get shot in the process. He carefully peeked out from his cover only to have the feathers of an arrow brush his nose, which still hurt. Markul swore as he pulled back, being pinned by archers was never fun. There were several ways he could go about this, but the moment he came out of cover the Hobgoblin would shoot at him. That didn't mean the Hobgoblin would hit him, but Markul did not like to take chances even though he knew that sometimes you had too. Besides that, if he stayed here too long the Hobgoblin would surely come up with a plan of it's own. Finally he decided that it would be prudent to cause a distraction. Markul reached into his bag and brought out some fleece, then proceeded to make the required hand movements and say the required words for the spell. This time a duplicate image of Markul appeared and he sent it running out from his cover to a tree. It made no sound but Markul hoped that it distract any Hobgoblins aiming at him so that he could get a shot off at them. Markul carefully peered out from his cover again to mark any potential targets, though it was somewhat difficult because he had to concentrate on the image to keep it from dissipating.
Markul had dodged a javelin deftly and ducked behind the wagon. He thought about the spells he prepared, considering which one to use. It did not take him long to decide, and he carefully peered around the wagon and caught sight of one of the Hobgoblins. He made the movements needed with his hands and whispered the words, causing a magic missile to fly at his target. He knew that it would strike unerringly and quickly moved back behind the wagon for cover.
Markul grinned internaly and stood, he had honestly been waiting for an opportunity to show his magical prowess, "Hmm, about eight?" he breathed deeply and cleared his mind, he wouldn't know what spell to cast until the time came so he needed it to be clear, "I'm sure we can handle them."
Markul finally looked up at the mention of Hobgoblins, "Hmmm, I wonder how fast a wagon can go compared to a group of Hobgoblins..." he started doing calculations then shook his head, "Well, at any rate we should definitely get going now. If it comes to fighting the Hobgoblins, so be it, though it would be more prudent to avoid a fight." Secretly he partly hoped that it would come to a fight, he hadn't had a good fight for a while. But he also didn't want anyone to come to unnecessary harm and he knew it was wise to avoid a fight when you could.
Markul nodded, "It would be prudent to leave as soon as we can, like the paladin I like to avoid unnecessary complications." he nodded approvingly at the shift of form done by Lamont, "Well, that is a useful ability to have. And now we don't have to send a hunting party for food." he took out a small note book and a piece of charcoal, scribbling down some notes.
Markul had sat silently through the events, it was terrible what Larris had done, and Markul did not agree with his actions. He would have rather died defending those he was in charge of off and honestly considered Larris a coward for not doing so. Yet he had been taught to think before he acted, and the situation seemed to diffuse. He stood to speak, "I can't say I condone Larris;s actions, in fact to me it seems cruel and cowardly, and I think Larris should have been the first to die that day. Not because of his actions but because it was his charge to protect those people with his life." he sighed, "But I don't know what was going through his head that day because I'm not him. I won't pretend I can ignore he did what he did, but I won't kill him." he ended glaring at Larris.
Markul was now very interested in Larris, it was not everyday that you met a corporeal undead that didn't want to eat your face. Well, at least that didn't act on the desire to eat your face. Markul chuckled slightly at his thoughts, then stood also.
"I would also like to know your reasons for joining our company, it is curious to see one such as yourself traveling with a group like us." though he wasn't as hostile as the others, Markul had no wish to be infected by one of the undead.
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