[i]Fate no longer frowned misfortune on their providence.[/i]

The pitter-patter of the scurrying mob proclaimed a morse code of liberty; a koan of binding freedom smelted into the background of the battering ram, upon the crippling gates of Chauntea’s house of prayer. Great doubt was now ever behind them, remaining within the sanctuary of which all escaped, seeking soon the prison-like stronghold of the citadel. The pirate motioned and whispered the children beyond the diminutive Ganges of Greenest, to pursue refuge among the wind-tossed trees and their murmuring branches.

[color=00aeef][i]“Let there be no space in your togetherness.”[/i][/color]

The blind flock pounced towards the keep, ruminating along the river, as elite shepherds spilt kobold blood, with fire and metal. The accompanying wizard submerged his presence among the pack, after exhausting his limits of combustion and enchantment. His previous conflagration of blazing tendrils absconded a carbonized crypt of draconic flesh.  

[color=teal]”That's all my spells down, then.”[/color]

Capitalizing on the inferno, Brannor and the pink-locked cleric directed traffic into and through the foliage, while the half-blood grazed on the adrenaline surge. The rampage had soon transformed into a victorious massacre. The posterior of the party suited his vantage, bestowed by the Sylvan warrior.  

[color=fff200]“Orchid, when our troop leaves with the people, keep your eyes open to see if we are being followed since you will protect the rear."[/color]

As the sailor clumsily followed the sightless crowd into the cover of the woods, a crow lept into the clouds, kicking cumulus and cirrus alike. The dark plumed scout darted above the rooftops where a siege engine attempted to overtake the face of a temple. Crusading success was imminent, mimicking that of Grond upon Minas Tirith, and the schismatic renovations of Jerusalem and Constantinople. The Vitruvian artillery always seemed to preface the pivotal conversion of one dusk to another’s dawn. 

Nevertheless, the raven's wings pulsated its vigilance alongside the moon, safeguarding their trek from bark to stone. The night had finally smiled a constellation of kismet. 

[i]The benevolence of an ironic portion of darkness. Once adversary. Now as help-meet.[/i]