Kelewen

Can You Escape?

Sounds like fun! I'm not familiar with the two settings you provided. Do I need to be to participate?

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Mission: The Boy

Wren pondered Aldrich's comments about the goblins for a few moments while she still hung on to Kayden. "It could have just been to keep one of us for eating later," she said uncertainly, shuddering as she thought about that being her fate if Kayden hadn't come to her aid.

"Think they'll come back?" she asked, glancing toward the tree line where the remaining goblins had retreated. With both Sigmar and Aldrich needing time to recover, the group seemed vulnerable if the goblins were organized enough to take advantage of it.

"Maybe," said Miri. She needed some time to recover before she could bring her own magic to bear again, but since two of the warriors were on the ground anyway, she got to work the old fashioned way. She pulled some bandages from the saddle bags and bound the worst of their wounds to staunch the bleeding on Sigmar and Aldrich. "Drink," she ordered, pointing to their flasks.

--

The goblins did not reappear.

"Could just hit 'em now," Axton suggested as they looked down on the party from their vantage point. "Half of 'em are on the ground anyway."

"Not yet," Fleta countered, hoping to rein in her partner a bit longer. "Not until we know where they're going."

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Mission: The Boy

Wren accepted Kayden's aid to get upon the horse, still hurting from the rough fall. As he glanced back toward the others, Wren was struck again by the fact that he looked familiar to her. She promised herself that she would ask him if he'd been to Taldene. Later, of course, when there was time to talk.

For now, she hung on tight as Kayden steered the horse back toward their companions, grateful that he'd come for her as quickly as he had.

Miri had let the magical shield fall, grateful to finally have a few moments to recover her strength and shook her head at Kayden's question. Though some of her companions were bloodied and scraped to varying degrees, it seemed that with the help of the remaining horses, everyone could move. "Maybe let's press ahead a bit to safer ground before stopping to patch ourselves up, lest the creatures return when our guard is down."

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I'll try to get in another post tomorrow for the mission to find the boy. But just wanted to give you guys a heads up that I'll be traveling Thursday to Sunday. Not sure if I'll be able to reply until I get back! :)

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Mission: Blackmarsh

Gris sighed inwardly as the little town of Blackrest came into view. Though outpost on the fringe of civilization might be a more appropriate description for the group of dilapidated structures ahead. Perhaps he'd learned a little of the motives behind going into the Blackmarsh, though not nearly enough paint a clear picture. And he was already figuring out how they were going to procure means to follow the group discreetly.

"Much obliged, folks," he said when the fisherman docked the Wavehalk long enough for the pair to climb out. "Good luck hunting your alligators. Looks like the weather might take a turn for the worse," he warned and pointed to some heavy clouds forming in the distance.

"Now what, Gris...?" one might just catch the quieter "Jacob" saying as the pair turned away and the small craft was pushed away from the dock.

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<Snipped quote by Pumpkinbot>

I thought she was the one that was grabbed by the Goblins in Kelewen's last post. If that's not the case, I can edit.

@POOHEAD189

I meant Wren, but no biggie.

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Wren took Kayden's hand, letting him help her back to her feet. "Tha..." she tried, still recovering the breath that had been knocked out of her chest. She took another steadying breath. Her back was sure to be tight and sore later from the fall, but it seemed overall he was correct and she wasn't seriously injured. "Thank you, Kayden," she managed this time with a shaky smile. "That was a bit too close."

She nodded to his offer. Unless they managed to recover her horse, she may not have much choice but to walk or double up with someone. "Are the others ok?"

--

"Dulcena knows how to pick 'em," Fleta whispered quietly from their vantage point. Luckily, she and Axton had been trailing far enough behind the group that they had not been caught up in the ambush and instead were able to watch the scene unfold from a safe distance.

There were a few goblins still attempting to get at the half-orc, the blue woman, and one of the human men, encouraged by the blood drawn on their intended victims, but the tide of battle had definitely turned in favor of the defenders.

"Gonna be tough to nab one for questioning unless we can catch one alone," Axton replied, matching Fleta's quiet tone, but not taking his eyes off the party.

Fleta cringed. Lord Raullin had ordered no such thing. Their orders were simply to report back to Raullin what Dulcena's newly acquired "help" was up to. But Axton often took matters into his own hands. Gris could keep him in line well enough, but chances of him heeding Fleta's warnings were slim. Still, she had to try. "That may not be necessary. Let's just see where they're going first."

Axton shrugged, unwilling to promise her anything.

@POOHEAD189@ProfessorLambo@pandapolio@Pumpkinbot

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Mission: Blackmarsh

"Uh, 5, maybe 6," Gris replied, remembering to glance back toward the dock as the sailboat left it behind. Having come up with his plan on the spot, he didn't have a good story straight in his head yet and so tried to steer the conversation in a different direction.

"Blackmarsh, huh? Why on earth would you want to go there?" Heck, maybe he'd get lucky and one of them would just come right out and tell him. "Things in there that'll eat a man for lunch. I'd rather take my chances against a small army any day."

@Gentlemanvaultboy@Garth@Gisk

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Team Blackmarsh... Sorry for the delay. I should be able to type up a response this evening after work...

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Mission: Blackmarsh

Blackmarsh. Why on earth would Dulcena be sending the prisoners there?

"Blackrest'll be fine," Gris replied, handing over a few silver coins to the fisherman. The pair climbed aboard quickly, not wanting to give the fisherman a chance to change his mind. "Much appreciated. I'm Otho, this here is Jacob."

Oldrick looked less than pleased as he turned the wagon around and headed north again, now worried both about these two strangers accompanying the party and about potentially meeting whoever they happened to be running from. But as the boat pushed away from the little dock, it was too late to do much about it at this point. Now all he had to decide was if he should tell Dulcena about this little hitch in her plans.