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[right][colour=red][b][colour=gold]ꁲ ꂵ ꁲ ꋊ ꂠ ꂑ ꋊ ꈼ[/colour][/b]
[sub][sup]ꋖ ꂑ ꂵ ꈼ[/sup][/sub]
[sup][colour=white]Day 2 [Afternoon]
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[sub][sup]꒒ ꂦ ꀯ ꁲ ꋖ ꂑ ꂦ ꋊ[/sup][/sub]
[sup][colour=white]Bandit Ambush[/colour][/sup]
[sub][sup]ꉣ ꁲ ꌅ ꋖ ꂑ ꀯ ꂑ ꉣ ꁲ ꋊ ꋖ ꌚ[/sup][/sub]
[sup][colour=white][@WhiteAngel25] Faline
[@Jamesyco] Torsten
[@Red Wizard] Simbelmynë
[@Herald] Conn
[@jasbraq] Gus[/colour][/sup]
[sub][sup]ꌚ ꂦ ꐇ ꋊ ꂠ ꋖ ꌅ ꁲ ꀯ ꀗ[/sup][/sub]
[sup][url=https://youtu.be/ifsZe9qe3cg?si=Hlm7QLqWhJxuvnxa]♫[/url][/sup][/colour][/right]
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Amandine deftly ducked to evade a blue magical blast heading in her direction. The bandits, it seemed, had a mage among them. With the element of surprise lost, the rustling in the bushes ahead intensified as they responded to her assault. Deciding to regroup, Amandine backtracked and swiftly climbed up one of the trees using her rope-dagger, aiming to regain her composure with an aerial view of the unfolding skirmish below.

Her eyes darted around, eager to catch a glimpse of Simbel and the impending transformation. Would it be an overpowering owlbear, a large lionbear, or perhaps a three-headed grotesque goatbear? The possibilities excited her. However, her scanning revealed nothing. Sniffing the air and peeling away layers of perception with her draconic eyes, Amandine could see the ongoing fight. A rogue individual wielded magic against the bandits, and even Faline seemed to have charmed one to their side. But Simbel, her beloved shapeshifter, was notably absent.

Compounding the challenge was the numerical superiority of the enemies, putting the party on the defensive very early on. Amandine, having taken advantage of flanking the unaware foes, knew she couldn't engage them head-to-head without enduring a severe beating in the process. Even if she did, perhaps even using her trump card, it might create far more problems than it solved. Resorting to another trump card, she decided to frighten them. Inhaling deeply, she unleashed a powerful [url=https://youtu.be/icaKA9dkcME?si=qZ63RXzieHbzh_Ot&t=12]ROAR[/url], a dragon's rumbling, gurgling snarl that tapped into the primal fear of lesser beings, sending them scattering in disarray. She grinned widely as she witnessed their meanderings, releasing a playful [colour=red]“Rawr”[/colour] as a follow-up.

As things began to settle, Amandine moved through the treetops, creating makeshift bridges with her rope-dagger to scout the area. It wasn't long before she found the location where the white eagle had last been seen, and swinging down into the undergrowth, she began to search. It was at that moment she observed the bird with an arrow sticking out of it, she felt a moment of grave concern.

She started to slowly approach the others, carrying the bird in her arms, a grey pheasant. [colour=red]"Do you think in her final moments, Simbel transformed into something tasty for us?"[/colour] she mused, her stomach audibly rumbling at the thought of food.

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