Afflicted with the agony of his family ransomed as barter for a mere dual with a half-dragon, Longwater attempted to billow through his armored guard, but to no avail, as the Castellan added insult to the injury of helplessness.

[color=lightgray]”Let me through! Those are my wife and children out there!”[/color] 

Nighthill, in response to the illuminated situation, beckoned the heroes:

[color=lightblue]”My friends, you've demonstrated your prowess all through this frightful night. I realise this is an awful burden to ask you to bear, especially after all you have already done for us, but any of you has a better chance to defeat that... thing, than any of my militia have."[/color]

From a stunted distance, the demanding opponent, who split the morning with his war cry, promenaded easily within an archer’s strike. No weapon or armor could be discerned, save his claws and cerulean scales, bearing no apparent tarnish or dent. A stripe bearing spears nudged the unfortunate four denizens further into view, as the kobolds waited expectantly for an answer.

The pirate motioned to the half-blood and the paladin to ingress closer, ignoring Kyra. [color=92278f]“Lads…”[/color] A pause and a stare occupied several breaths before words flowed once more. [color=92278f]“There’s never been a dwarven smith who could match the reckless endurance of an orc’s constitution. But….”[/color] Another intermission allowed the minimal flattery to soak in prior to hinting his disapproval of the barbarian. [color=92278f]“I sense that wilted exhaustion has bettered our Orchid. Your need for sleep bloomed in complete transparency since our last return.”[/color] 

Looking further into the divine aspirant’s golden haloes, the druid squawked, [color=92278f]“Where hope has no champion, evil reigns matchless. I know not of the grassy borders you hail, nor of the [i]Lady[/i] your untamed sword esteems. This rift in time is the beginning of the world's remaining history. If not Greenest. If not now. Then this jaded rot will slowly engulf these lands and eventually the wild your feral eyes herald from.”[/color]

The decrepit posture cracked as the Tethyrian fang gestured the blue-haired halfing to descend down the stairs again to the tunnel, leaving the trio. [color=92278f]“Decide amongst yourselves, but my straw is for Ashkar Brannor as the [i]Elect[/i] in this dawn of need. At any rate, whoever accepts.”[/color] The tongue-ring wavered, while the sailor’s pupils glanced at Parum. [color=92278f]“We each will provide you guidance and inspiration before battle.”[/color]

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Torus suggests Brannor over Kyra and Orchid. In character, Brannor has provided the most tact, without suffering from anger or recklessness. The pirate feels that if Brannor accepts it would not be of rage or rashness, but mulled over with precision assuming he consents to this potentially fatal skirmish.

Torus will wave Parum to descend below to the old tunnel, awaiting for the three to decide. 

Whoever is the selected Champion, Torus will cast [i]Guidance[/i] until it is a +4, so his/her Initiative will benefit from this bonus. Parum has mentioned in the OOC that she will give away her last Bardic Inspiration. I suggest if Kyra is not the chosen warrior that she casts [i]Bless[/i] right before the battle so as to benefit our [i]Elect[/i] with [i]Guidance, Bless[/i], and one use of Bardic Inspiration.
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