[center][h2]Desert Outpost, Roh[/h2][/center]
[center][@Dog][@Cyrania][@Timemaster][/center]


Cicero listened with all the focus and clarity he could muster to the demonfolk woman. But the longer she spoke, the more tired he felt. The adrenaline finally ran its course, the tiredness crept in. He squinted his eyes, but forced them open through sheer willpower. Finally, at the mention of Roh's Skirmishers he added, [color=orange]"I was once in Roh's Skirmishers. Before I left for the tournament, Freda."[/color] He paused briefly reflecting and continued, [color=orange]"Is it truly the fate of our brotherhood to all die in similar manners? Violent and without peace?"[/color] Cicero turned to Manzur. It only then occurred to the former knight that revealing too much to newcomers may be unwise...

The veteran Manzur knew exactly what Cicero meant. The members of their small band seemed to all die in one horrific way or another. Was he and Cicero doomed in the same way? On another note, the reason for his apparent fake name was obvious. Manzur had seen the bounty postings. Cicero and an Elf by the name of Gwyneria were listed as highly sought after. Their blatant crimes against the crown of Avalon offered a ridiculous bounty. Perhaps Manzur would be able to use the reward for turning them in to raise an army of his own. Loyal to him alone. However, Cicero and him had bled together. They suffered the same losses of their comrades. What would the gods do in such a case? If there were any to do anything at all?

As for Ashe, she received a boon blessed by the head ladies of Roh. Her strikes would be more quiet under the help of the banner.[hider=Ashe]Skirmisher Banner +1 to stealth rolls when carried.[/hider] Gwyn had not realized that the majority of Cicero's comrades fell in such violent ways. Some to fates worse then death. The man's voice sounded tired, yet determined. It was obvious they were in this together, but would their story end the same way as his comrades? What chance did they have against such great odds?