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@Lady AmaltheaI knew it. It's a halfling mage illusion.
@Lady Amalthea

In your last post, Goblin at 10 'o clock reads as 'decapitated', but isn't crossed off like the other dead ones are. Is this some kind of headless chicken syndrome where it takes some time to die or is he two halflings in a trenchcoat, the top part of which got decapitated?


Glith shifted on the stone, the old metal armour scratching as it moved.
"Monk, if you're playing games with me, be warned: I do not enjoy being taken for a fool. Those who do tend to end up worse than your orc friend," he intoned, almost seething with anger, "you are not stupid, and you don't have any more allies in this town, female or otherwise. The orc and the dragonborn were your only companions, and I have not seen her since we last met. Took me a day to prepare the spell that would break Kaylee's hold on you. Do you take me for a liar? If you had other companions, they would be here, living or dead, and I would know about them." The knight sounded supremely confident in that statement, rising to his feet. "As I said before, I am not a thief. Perhaps I should take that head off your shoulders for insinuating such things!" he roared, a metal hand going to the hilt of his blade. The anger vanished as quickly as it came, and the sword slid back into its scabbard.

"You've had your chance to ask what you wanted. I am tired of killing and have more pressing matters to attend to, matters that do not include this dustbowl of a village. Go find this woman of yours. I sincerely hope she is not made of air, or the result of you laying in the sun for days..." The knight started off deeper into the town, puffing up dust clouds with each step.

Now that the undead knight started off, the monk could feel that he was being watched. The windows creaked open a bit more and the monk heard a raspy male whisper from the window above him:
"Are you alright? We weren't sure ye'd live when it was done with ye!"
The knight's magical eyes shifted for a second and Keystone swore he could see a magical eyebrow arc. He looked around the square and faced the monk again.
"Your green friend insisted that I was evil and must be vanquished. I want to...ehm...live, so it was either me or him. I suspect she got to him much more than she did to you. Sadly, the orcish knight will never see the light of day again. You look like someone who would understand the 'kill or be killed' choice we often have to make," the undead rasped. "I do not enjoy killing, as little choice as I'm often left."

The animated armour took a few steps back and sat down on the basin.
"I don't know what horses or supplies you had. If they are in this dustbin, you can find them. I am no thief, nor in the habit of killing livestock for fun," he continued. "That would be the second question. One more, and you leave."
@Lady AmaltheaElm doesn't like combat, so he'll be sitting in the bushes for a while.
@Lady AmaltheaI finally have the time to post regularily. Is it possible to join with the character I created?
The undead let out a wheeze that would have been a laugh in any other situation, rising to full height and casually lifting and swinging the blade in his right hand.
"Did you really think I was tired, Keystone? I have nothing that gets tired!" the knight laughed, his weariness gone as quickly as it came. "Humans are so easily fooled by theatrics. Gnomes, on the other hand, are much harder to trick, the suspicious creatures." The knight glanced to his sides and returned his gaze to Keystone, effortlessly sliding the greatsword into its scabbard and crouching a few feet away from Keystone:
"You should listen to your elders. You're a victim here, affected by dark magic until I freed you. Don't make an enemy when you could walk away with your life. I don't know what she has shown or convinced you of; it's all a lie. Leave while you still can, Keystone." the knight's voice lowered to a low grumble and conveyed an obvious threat, mixed with another emotion Keystone couldn't place.
"I will answer three questions you have and no more. Then you and I go our ways and never meet one another again." The monk's senses told him that the relaxed attitude the knight was portraying was merely an act, much like thieves and fighters could fake being drunk and spring on someone a moment later.

Keystone felt the surge or energy in his body as his mind called upon the forces of the earth. The small indentation he had intended to cause turned into a shallow, but wide dent in the stone wall, about two fingers wide. The monk felt like he could move the entire building if he wished so.

The streets of Two Stars weren't as empty as they first appeared: in the corner of his eye, the monk spotted a face in a nearby window, watching the pair with undiluted fear and excitement. Several quiet shuffles alerted the monk that the building he was leaning against was occupied.
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