As the Sisyphean canopy finally froze into an icy, protective brolly, the briny pirate gleaned the archer’s summons to arms and religion. 

[color=fff200]“If your hands can still manage a bow and its arrows, pray then to your patron that they guide your shots.”[/color]

Discounting Parum's unintended sedition for alternative, but possible imminent strikes, Torus attempted to quell the arrhythmic subversion among the spongiform crowd on the rampart after the blue-haired kender’s verbal order. His aerial scout did not register earlier any other spurious enemy troops, incongruent with her presumption to further split their ranks to battle unseen adversaries. Overwhelming her volume, he irked words into the Vespasian air, utilizing the seashell conch as a megaphone to quell the waves of unsettling oblivion in the hearts surrounding the Halfling.

[i][color=00aeef]“In you desire for identity lies the answer to your unspoken questions. Do not limp before the lame. Do not loiter before your brave brethren. Ask not the homeless, ‘What has befallen to your house?’ as we stand within these walls. It is true that stags cannot teach swiftness to sloths.”[/color]
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Raising his matured tortoise shield to reveal his raven, he did not emotionally vacillate on his irreverent history. He focused on the psychological icon of the Crying God, of those who suffered and endured for martyrdom. Perpetually encouraging us and taking our burdens. His voice soared above his previous peripatetic wanderings mentally etched, swarming his mind with faltering jeers and crimson tar, attributable to a lineage of murder and larceny from conquest past. 

[i][color=00aeef]“Yet, our residence lies within the courage to prod slowly and faithfully forward like baby turtles scurrying to an ocean’s tide. The instinctual ritual ingrained to advance and dive into the watery void is here! And now! This monster that lies before and above us compares little to the solace that rests within and behind us. The future of your families belongs to you. Those, who believe, stand and face nightmares,  secure the beauty of your children’s dreams to be realized.”[/color]
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The elder phenomenon thrived on harnessing and manipulating this myocyte of men to its full potential. Similar to his own crew. To spark and to contract before [i]Ilmater[/i]. And to, alas, redeem his trabeculated antiquity.  

[i]
[color=00aeef]“Our honor is not born, but forged, by our posture at this moment. Ready your weapons! On the screech of the raven, release your iron wills! And.”[/color][/i]

On cue, the dark familiar fluttered away from his glacial perch into the night, aiming its course for the flickering lightning-breather, as if seeking [i]Ayuruk[/i], the deity of the Ilulutiun people of the Alpuk. His owner’s smile dawdled but glimmered under the sheen of the shady isollette. 

The filthy lips broke again with philosophical tenacity. [color=ed1c24][b]“Embrace the sea of purpose!”[/b][/color]

[hider Mechanics]
The frozen Margarita umbrella is complete. :)

Torus' intention is to rally the remaining force of Greenest to synchronize the attack against the dragon. Unsure which roll, [@Hekazu]. The raven will READY its action to loudly hoot once the dragon is just within striking distance, its trigger. 

Raven's Wisdom saving throw is [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1780]15[/url]. So after the crow caws, it will disappear due to fear, if permitted. 
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[@Hekazu][@Ryonara][@Lucius Cypher][@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@Norschtalen]