[i][h3]The Town[/h3][b]The [i]Mystical Martin[/i],[/b]
[b]Currently[/b][/I]

The protection of the [i]Mystical Martin[/i] afforded the outsiders a much needed rest, a time to clear their thoughts and mend their wounds. Oddly enough, these seemed to go hand in hand; the more injury they sustained, the more their very character, their very person, seemed to weaken and fade. Even with the potential promise of rebirth at dawn, the stakes here were distinctly more weighty than ever before. After all, they might not even return in the first place - none of the missing townsfolk or their heroes had.

But the great ravens? That was another matter altogether as the entire tavern briefly rumbled at the first ray of light that hit the earth. A small concussion rocked the still morning air and immediately the squawking returned in a paired fury. This noise, if it were not the shuddering of the sturdy wood building itself, was almost assuredly enough to awaken the sleeping cadre of light-sworn paragons. It lasted not long, as a moment later the great beating of wings signalled the sizable fliers were off and away; likely back to their roost if they were anything like their smaller, less devious cousins.

Whatever number of shadows that were lurking just beyond throughout the night had almost certainly scurried away as well, but unquestionably never far. There some concerns were to be alleviated, if the purple wizard was to be believed at all. Speaking of the gnome, the arcanist was already awake and shuffling about his quarters, gathering his belongings and organizing the mess of parchment and paper he had strewn about.

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The party has successfully taken a long rest without interruption, gaining the appropriate benefits associated. The time of day is early morning in this strange realm.

[b]Score[/b]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4KX-owEk98]Town[/url]

[b]Map[/b]
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