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[right][code]In and around the Waystone Inn
Interactions: Gulda, Lairëcúma
Outfit: Leather coat[/code][/right][hr]

[color=FFF5EE]“I’ll be back with my drinks.  If you find someone for me to beat at something, I can give you one, you freeloading, furball hacking, son of a bitch.”[/color]

Lucky cackled, [color=a36209]"Ya got some damn nerve assumin' I can't afford my own drink, but sure."[/color] He scanned the inn, assessing who would make the perfect victim for Gulda when he was suddenly rocked to the floor. 

[color=a36209]"What in tarnation?"[/color]

He'd felt tremors before back in the Old Frontier, but nothing like that. Normal tremors didn't sound like that. And the sounds that came afterwards, the destruction, the screaming, [i]oh gods.[/i] Whatever was going on outside, it was a disaster and he needed to help, that's what Winch's do when danger is found. 

Lucky sprinted outside to see what was happening, pushing past that obnoxious bard in the process. He flung open the door and was left speechless by what he saw. What the hell was happening to the wizard tower? What the hell was happening to the town? He hasn't seen death and destruction on this scale in years, not since the shelling of Wrychapel back in the Old Frontier. He threw up a little bit in his mouth at the sheer scale of suffering that he was witnessing, but quickly came back to his senses. 

He needed to help, and to do that, he needed his gear. Thankfully he set up his hut close to the Waystone Inn, hopefully it was still intact.He raced through the streets of Greyharrow, dodging falling rocks with catlike agility. His hut was intact. Meaning his gear was intact. Thank the Gods. 

[color=bc8dbf]"HELP!"[/color]

Amongst the dust, Lucky noticed a nearby woman with her foot stuck under a piece of rubble. 

He tried to lift it.

Too heavy.

He remembered an old trick from the Old Frontier. 

Lucky grabbed his rucksack from the hut and found his old rusty buckler. He dug it into the ground underneath the stone at a diagonal angle and stepped on the other end with his boot, forming a makeshift lever that pushed it up enough for her to free her foot.

[color=a36209]"Can ya walk? Yeah? Good. Git yer ass to the Waystone, it's safe there!"[/color]

He noticed something horrific closer to the Inn, a man trapped under more rubble, his screams inaudible amongst all the commotion. The only person who could help him right now is Lucky. He ran over, dodging more debris along the way. The man was trapped underneath a giant slab of stone, one that his buckler definitely wouldn't be able to lever up. He struggled to lift it, but it wouldn't budge. The more Lucky tried to lift it, the more desperate he got. He couldn't allow someone to die in front of him, not again. He could never live with himself. He shouted out at the top of his lungs:

[color=a36209]"GULDA! ANYONE! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"[/color]