[center][h1][url=https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1432530][color=a2d39c]Marcus [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392744031378997248/394235344515760137/A-Marcus.png[/img] Lakeltia[/color][/url][/h1][/center][hr]The end result came as no surprise to Marcus. Those whose reasons of wielding power were similar to this "Warlord" had the tendency of turning tail and running when they find out that their might did not quite match up to what they had thought it to be. He gave Krusk a few seconds to change his mind and attempt a sneak attack against someone present, but with no signs of the man or his troops returning, the Paladin laid his hand on the hilt of his sword, calling for the weapon to cease its functions. And that it did, the blade winking out of existence with final refractions of the light breaking apart from the formation in a halo of sorts.

Kethan's call for respite was thoughtful to be sure, but there was no time to be wasted here. He raised his sword hand onto his heart and called upon the latent healing power granted to him by his god. A faint, flickering light could be made out even in the sunlight of the day if one looked for it, but the display was neither grandiose or prolonged. In but a few seconds he let the hand fall off to his side and turned to look down at Kethan. This elevated position was not something he was actually used to, but that was not to say he would not have welcomed it in the thick of things, even if it didn't end up being all that useful.

"I am fine. We can, and should, press on. The animal shouldn't need too long either", he stated in an attempt to urge matters onward on their path. The Cleric's mention of Caelmarth reminded him of something this incursion had almost made him forget though, so that was another thing that needed to be addressed. "Yes, Caelmarth. Tyr's wisdom has confirmed that to be our destination. Unless someone has a faster way to offer, we may step into the air as clouds. This ability is granted to me by my prayer beads. As for those heading North..." he shared, looking around for a second before spotting Scrapmouse on top of the archway, "I know not if the lair can be collapsed, but you should indeed head to Vael Turog. Seek knowledge there."

Marcus was not exactly welcoming to the thought of leaving two of the few heroes behind when the whole world was at stake, but he knew he couldn't live with himself if Krusk ended up returning and savaging the walled city in their absence, so he said nothing regarding the plan. Better that way. But standing around got one nowhere. As soon as he would reduce back to his ordinary size, he would head off to fetch Bartimeus. His magic could easily affect the chosen mounts of the ghoul empire topplers, so there was no reason to set things up so that he would need to resummon his mount later.

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Marcus shuts down his [i]Sun Blade[/i], followed by expending 19 hit points off his [i]Lay On Hands[/i] to restore himself to 190/203 HP.

When it comes to travelling to their new destination, Marcus offers to expend the magic of one of his prayer beads to cast [i]Wind Walk[/i] on the part of the party heading West. By my calculations, given the spell multiplies the usual speed by a factor of ten, the distance of approximately 200 miles should be traversable in five (5) hours on Fast pace. The spell lasts for eight (8) hours, so it offers additional scouting opportunity once there just as well.
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