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	A group of fellow companions began to crowd around Kosara and the owl, seemingly prepared for the avian journey as well. The druid spoke to the owl softly, giving it clear instructions on how to transport each person across the ravine undetected. The owl made equally soft hoots in response, alert and prepared for the task at hand. Climbing onto the giant bird, Kosara prepared herself to be the first on this risky endeavour. Jakyn nodded and, on her signal, began the distraction.

	The wood elf closed his eyes. He began whisking his hands around in front of him and murmuring a fell incantation in abyssal, his fingers dodging and weaving back and forth like the unruly flames of a pyre. Suddenly, Jakyn opened his eyes, and within the camp a pillar of fire erupted, shooting through one of the middle tents. It's flames gleamed blue for a moment, before settling into deep oranges and yellows. Other tents and wooden structures began catching fire, as bits of shredded, burning fabric began littering the area. There arose a commotion within the camp almost immediately.

	Jakyn held his breath as he watched the owl set Kosara off at the other end of the ravine, and then quickly double back to take another rider. No arrows were shot at it; that was good. The wood elf took the next ride, climbing onto the beast as it began departing from the ground once more. The warlock looked down upon the situation that was brewing; bandit-looking men scrambled to put out the fire, unable to because of it's magical properties. A grim-looking dwarf barked orders, tents caved in and equipment was set aflame. Many of the warriors down under seemed to be pulling out weapons. Suddenly, Jakyn spotted them. The old man that had just recently joined the group, and the stoic fighter Jakyn had met before nightfall. The former was committed to his own response to the fire and bandits, while the later crouched near the bridge, blocked by men who seemed aptly armed. [color=f7941d][i]"Quickly, owl, leave me at the foot of the bridge. By the camp."[/i][/color], the warlock said in Elvish, the bird thankfully complying due to it's new confidence in the group (all thanks to Kosara).

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	The large bird glided down and deposited Jakyn off near the bridge, swooping away swiftly to go and pick up another party member. The warlock turned to the two bandits that stood in front of where the grizzled fighter hid, the men looking shocked at the elf's sudden appearance by owl-flight. Putting his hand together, fingers out stretched, Jakyn mumbled another string of abyssal phrases as flame began to erupt from his finger tips, smothering the bandits in a hail of brimstone-smelling fire. [color=f7941d][i]"Quickly, warrior, across the bridge!"[/i][/color], the wood elf shouted to Graham, waiting for him to burst from his cover and get behind him. The flames quickly began to fade from the warlock's tan fingers.

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[color=f7941d][i]Create Bonfire[/i] :: cast in the middle of the camp.[/color]

[color=f7941d][i]Burning Hands[/i] :: directed at the two bandits blocking Graham.[/color]
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