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Book of Aeos [Accepting]

You'll be right, alright? Come back whenever life permits.

Book of Aeos [Accepting]

Yikk, Yakk, & Yukk

The figure turned one final time to address the bartender, once again placing coins on the table. "I will take a room for the night. There is extra if you bring food tonight." The bartender nodded, taking the coin. A hand reached out from the cloak, and picked up the mug in front of it, holding the drink close to the concealing robe. The bartender produced a key, which was taken in another hand, and stored within the cloak. The figure stalked off toward its room, and upon entering, locked the door behind it.

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The night was spent simply as Yikk, Yakk and Yukk relaxed. Only needing to reform to take the meal from the innkeeper, the trio spent the night eating and drinking their fill, the human sized portions more than enough for three small creatures to split. The next morning, the trio reformed, and cloaked themselves to leave. The innkeeper, and what few patrons stayed the night, watched as Dru'marish dropped a key on the counter, and walked out the door.

On the road away from the building, the trio remained stacked as they marched. They would split apart once they were safe and away from civilization. As they were about to split up, Yakk noticed a figure up along the robe. It was a human, armed and armored, with bows, knives, swords, and likely more hidden. The cloaked figure came to a stop. "Hail, friend!" Yakk called out to the stranger as he subtly shifted position under the cloak. All three kobolds were preparing to throw aside the cloak and spring into action, just in case.

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Caractacus

Caractacus trailed behind the party, head lowered, and a shambling corpse between him and the others. He of course didn't mind walking, he had been doing so for days. He did mind marching on an empty stomach, but he doubted such concerns needed voicing. The knightess had already mentioned food was scarce, and it was not as though he would receive priority. Caractacus clenched his eyes shut a moment and berated his own weakness. He couldn't focus on his tired feet, his various aches and pains, nor the growing pit of hunger in his gut. No, his focus had to be making it to his next destination.

The day passed on slowly. It seemed his captors were in far greater spirits than he. Caractacus did his best to shut out the axeman's singing, and hadn't noticed they'd reached a town until he near walked into the person in front of him. Stumbling to a stop, Caractacus looked toward the village. Despite it looking completely undamaged by the war, it still held the gloomy atmosphere of a town occupied. The axeman reminded Caractacus of his promise to the knightess, and he nodded. "Yes, yes, right, I shall l-leave it..." Caractacus detested doing so even more than destroying the guardsman. Still, he had given his, what little that mattered coming from a necromancer, and he wanted to avoid trouble with the townsfolk and the warriors.

Caractacus ordered his zombie to wait further outside town, near a small copse of trees. When he turned back, Caractacus saw that his small band had already wandered into town. He cursed his luck, were he not so low on supplies he could simply turn tail and disappear. With a sigh, Caractacus made his way into town, trying to find somewhere he could get something to eat to start. Inevitably he ambled to the center of town, naturally interested in the crowd. The townspeople gave him a berth, and despite his efforts to blend in, the cloaked figure of Caractacus' stood out sorely. Just as Caractacus caught sight of the party, a youth in the center of the mob pointed them out, beseeching their aid. Ysran and the knightess immediately agreed to help.

Caractacus sighed, resigned to be dragged along on whatever whim these villagers imposed upon the party.

Book of Aeos [Accepting]

Working on a post now, so I can actually have one up on the day I said I would.

Book of Aeos [Accepting]

Post up tomorrow. Work tonight. I plan on doing two.

Book of Aeos [Accepting]

Awesome possum! Lordy knows Caractacus would've fucked up if he tried to start an adventure.

Book of Aeos [Accepting]

Whew! Technically posted on Sunday!

I'm a piece of shit! Yay!

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Caractacus

Caractacus cocked his head. A name? That seemed a bit presumptuous. They were no band numbering in the hundreds, raising war. They were a pair of knights and a captive necromancer lost in the woods. At least the warrior knew they didn't stand a chance against any major force of the dark lord. They also likely wouldn't have much luck throwing themselves in with the Kingdom of Ven. Well, they would, Caractacus would likely be strung up by an angry mob long before they even reached the capitol. Caractacus shook the image of nooses and gallows from his thoughts. He would definitely not be doing that. In fact, Caractacus didn't think much of the axeman's ideas of factions and noble titles. No, he was just trying to make it day to day without dying, and all these future plans seemed far too optimistic. He shook his head. "I h-have no head for such things. I am sure you can c-come up with plans for armies, and I shall follow, yes?"

Caractacus near jumped out of his skin when a third stranger emerged from the brush, as of yet unseen. He threw up an arm, about to order his servant to attack, but quickly dropped it when the stranger seemed non-hostile. Still, Caractacus re-positioned himself once more, stepping such that the zombie was now between him and the newcomer. It put him closer to the warriors, but they at least could be sure of his compliance, such that Caractacus could be sure of their protection. The newcomer, introducing himself as Ysran, professed not only being lost, but suffering from amnesia as well. Caractacus doubted it greatly, seeing it as a ploy to seem non-threatening. He stayed behind the zombie, and decided to let the axeman take the lead. He would back the warriors up if it came to combat.

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Righto. I have DnD all day today, but sunday is nothing doing.

Book of Aeos [Accepting]

Far out. I can have a post up tomorrow, unless someone wants to do something beforehand.