[Right][H2][color=#9cb6c3]Solomon Sparrow[/color][/H2][/right]
[right][b][color=#9cb6c3]Location: [/color][/b] Stritzel Estate, Kindeance [/right]
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	Well, that was unfortunate. Not only was it not possible to avoid fighting the bear, but that he was actively seeking out one of their party members. Thankfully, Varya’s display of agility allowed him to essentially dance around the raging beast avoid most if not all of its deadly looking claw swipes. Of all the intelligent bears Solomon knew, which was a surprising amount at this point, this one was the most aggressive and the least apprehensive to using his strength. Even as Varya used he weapons, the bear looked as determined as ever to catching his prey.

	“Alright girls, that bear is easily three times your size. It might be best if you stay here. Find another solution.” said Solomon. He looked around the corner again. Varya was holding around the tables, and Wideria wasn’t in view yet. This should be enough time.

	“Stand back.” said Solomon. His glove hand glowed an odd black energy, almost like it was absorbing light than emitting it. Solomon turned to face the larger laboratory as the energy began to snake from the large tome at his back into his hand. Wisps of silver swirled into the darkness. Then the magical energy trailed from his hand into the ground a little ways in front of Solomon. “I call for your aid. Bartholomew of vengeful retribution. Heed my command and come forth.”

	The ground from which the energy lingered began to crumble as a mound formed from below the tiles. Dirt cleared revealing a metallic surface that continued to rise out of the earth. Further pieces of metal was uncovered. The various pieces started to assemble themselves, as a suit of armor rose from the earth. Dull steel, with tattered insignia bearing familiar colors of Kindeance. Even without a body, the armor stood tall under its own power. A burst of heat localized around the figure emanated as a flash of fire erupted from where the head should have been. An imposing figure, the undead armor stood tall, large pauldrons, and thick greaves, the armor did not appear light in any capacity. A ball of bright white fire replaced the head, and though it lacked eyes, it seemed easy to tell where the entity was looking.

	“Solomon!” the large fellow bellowed, “Again so soon? What have you been getting yourself into?”

	“Bartholomew. Now isn’t the time. There is a rather unique bear that I need you to subdue.” said Solomon. The flaming armor turned his head, at least one could assume it did so. Even without a mouth, it managed to click its tongue.

	“Not the druidic one? Say no more.” Bartholomew’s voice was full of eagerness and anticipation. One could tell the animated armor was excited for the opportunity to face battle once again. It knelt down, plunging  its gauntlet into the mound it had just emerged from. In one movement, the armor lifted his elbow, his grip around a metal handle. As the armor stood up again, a large double headed bearded axe erupted from the soil. He carried the momentum of the weapon up, allowing it to land with an audible clang over his shoulder. “First you send me against a bear of a man. Now it’s an actual bear. Have at thee.”

	Bartholomew took his axe in both hands and charged right for the enraged bear. Should the bear continued to be hyper focused to face Varya, Bartholomew was poised to attack the hulking beast while it was distracted. Heavy steps, yet large strides ensured that it was only a few steps before the armor would engage.

	Solomon nodded his head as the flaming armor departed. “We shall see what the mage decides.” said Solomon, “based on what happens next, we can decide our next course of action.”