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[h2][color=00aeef][i][b]Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=00aeef]Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 03[/color][/b][/i]
[color=00aeef][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 9 / 24    [color=00aeef][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 15    [color=00aeef][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Township Square
[color=00aeef][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Ki:[/b][/i][/color] 0/3


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BlackBerry moved away from the Constable remains and out from beneath the trees fiery canopy heading towards the fountain at the centre of the townsquare. All things considered they had come out relatively unscathed and the fight could have gone a whole lot worse than it had done, he supposed. While thankfully he hadn’t taken any lacerating attacks he could feel several large bruises already starting to form around his torso making it hard to breathe, and warning him loudly against moving anywhere fast. Blessedly, there were no rats clawing for his ankles making it easier for him to step over and around the twisted remains of the not so lucky ones.

BlackBerry tried not to grimace as he wiped the dust from his finger tips on his dishevelled robes and decided that he needed to be away from the remains of Cavendish. It was still hard to think that the Constable had been man, very much alive and kicking barely a few minutes ago, now reduced to nothing but ash and bone in a few moments. The screams still echoed in his ears and the image seared into his mind.

As he moved past the still lit barrels, their horrid stench filling his nostrils for a moment, his eyes wandered over to Marita. He wondered what the strange voice had meant by ‘Older Loyalties’. Perhaps something related to the holy symbol she wore? Or the ‘heretical reasons’ she mentioned for leaving her home. Out of all of them The Voice seemed to only want her even if only possibly as proxy for others, and then for the rest of them it had offered only either a threat or comment before it’s actual offer of…power and answers. A very nebulous reward. Suspicion held his eyes on the Cleric for a moment longer while she pulled her hair back into place.

[color=00aeef][i]What did she say to the man at his death?[/i][/color]

BlackBerry was then violently dragged to the present by Kosara bellowing into the night for help with the fire, and crashing through unhelpful suspicions; disembodied voices weren’t known for their trustworthiness, especially when they turned people to dust.
[color=00aeef]“Well, that is one way to get the message out.”[/color] He turned his gaze upward to the pitch black clouds above and met only the smallest droplets of rain falling on his face. They couldn’t count on the rain for any help this evening it seemed. [color=00aeef]“Perhaps piling some dirt upon it would do? Best bet would be to ask Mr Mallard if possible as he seems the sort to know. But do let’s get to somewhere of some safety first, and then find our way back to him. I may have been tenderised but I would rather not be cooked as well as a slab of meat.”[/color]

Coming to the edge of the fountain BlackBerry saw only shadows of ripples and orange petals of reflected fire. It was too dark to guess how deep the fountain really was but given the size of the Beasts he could only assume that it was deeper than it looked. He heard Marita behind him lay out her idea to head to the Municipal building squatting nearby just beyond the boundary of trees and walls of the Township Square.

[color=00aeef]“Something important? Such as a clue as to what all this was in aid of? It does seem like a sound idea. If we do decide on such course of action, heading to the Municipal building I mean, we might yet have a stroke of luck and be able to avoid another confrontation. With the ring leader taken care of I doubt the remaining ruffians would dare to make any further attacks any time soon. Likely they are still reeling from his defeat and the ones we saw seemed none too eager to lend a hand during the battle either.”[/color] BlackBerry turned away from the fountain and shot a venomous glare towards the looming shadow of the municipal building. He lowered his voice with an almost paranoid feeling that even now they were all being watched by unseen eyes from the buildings hollow windows. [color=00aeef]“If we do come across any of Cavendish’s remaining thugs then we might, just might, have a chance of bluffing our way through any more fights. If we play our cards right that is.”[/color] 

Momentarily he wondered who they might run into if they were to head there. They were just as likely to meet a collection of frightened fools left to slow the party or any other would be attackers while the rest fled, as they were to meet an armies worth of were-rats armed to the teeth.

[color=00aeef]“The problem arises, however.”[/color] BlackBerry continued as he rolled his shoulders and then whined at a horrid stabbing feeling from his left. [color=00aeef]“If they were to have another Beast or two, whatever ungodly creatures they may be, hidden away somewhere, none of us are in any state to fight them so. Or more appropriately end their suffering”[/color]

The very idea that the Beasts had once ordinary people twisted and mangled into such rancid forms made his stomach twist and lips curl with disgust. Even he had heard of the disappearances the town had been suffering as of late and as Marita pointed out what lay before them was the likely result. He sucked in a breath through his teeth at the thought. 

[color=00aeef]“A horrid fate to suffer. Do you recognise any of the…uh”[/color] He approached Lady Kathryn as he tentatively tried to find the most suitable word. [color=00aeef]“Victims?”[/color]