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The bear gleaned from the golden eyed hunter's monstrous swing that this anticipated skirmish would be the first of many to secure their promised exodus from this riddled encampment. With the monk strapped to its furry back, the ursine mass sprawled amidst the triumvirate configurations of tents, hoping to cause a distraction from the cultists, who would see their beloved captive freed and tethered to the wild druid. The efforts to divide then conquer the fanatic worshipers of Tiamat would force flanking opportunities if the zealots gave chase. With eyes wide closed, the brown beast stood on its heels and appreciated the distance of warfare, with only so much tactical commitment a raven could spare, opting to survey the surroundings through the sight of a flying Judgement to better collect the lay of the land, noting any and all exits with hindrances of potential reinforcements.



@Hekazu@Lucius Cypher
Thank you! I will get to it now.
I believe Leosin is tied to the bear.
It is a 4.
Coming right up.
Fred quickly vantaged the salle, once the constable graced his shoulder, presuming that a team of unseen guards would undoubtedly spew out to cement and herd him off to his unanticipated exit.

However, the caress became a momentary venture.

"No, let him. If he wants to take a few steps in this dance, he will be allowed to do so."

The Master apparent invited the gambler further into the web of masticated smoke. The mythic man sat, simply strewn stoically as a pristine sepulcher, while carving a cherry wisp from the twinkled and somber sheen that lingered from the hookah. Zorkybski caught wind and sight again of the parasol toting Lady’s pretense resting comfortably upon a seated chin, whose lack of gaze suggested judgment. The other scattered high-backed chairs nearby welcomed Parlé, to join the affair of relaxation and to sculpt a throne of his own with his middle-aged body.

Yet, he remained standing.

Swaying ever so slightly, like a crystal chandelier protracted over a banquet’s feast, ingesting those very near to Mr. Spices and other masks within eavesdropping distance. The casino runner knew the dazzling game of reconnaissance. All too well.

“Royal Beth… Mahogany Hall… Certain borders one must cross to truly understand.”

It seemed a valuable Agent was lost. In which the dilapidated knowledge of said whereabouts. Dead or alive, may prove fruitful. He would not preach further, choosing a benediction before dismissing himself from the reverie.

Ah. To be in the future good graces of a Master, no less.

“How do you propose we approach this subject?”

The jarring question from the woman hung around Alf’s neck like a noose, adorned with a resplendent tombstone polished with it as an epitaph. The beginning of a headless prancing, begging fluency with infiltration. The polarity of two locations. To choose between the sun and moon.

“My bid would be to seek further entertainment than to frantic lodging.”

Freddy finally sat, anticipating that the Captain and Professor would also vote against the Hotel as the initial curious incursion.

Especially due to the implications of such baroque idiosyncrasies.

@Hekazu@Sofaking Fancy@Templar Knight

The Nietzschian ropes, once constraints, now would become the vehicle of the monk's liberation as the druid loosely tossed them over each shoulder. Smolder and screams were the first hallmarks of the guised sabretooth’s scheme. The visual pandemonium from a sample bird’s eye view, courtesy of the pirate’s Judgement, curdled the lips of the bard, hoping the Gehenna whirling tumultuously in the slave’s encampment would be enough.

“It is time. Quickly, lads.”

Brown fur erupted between the nooks of Torus’ robes. The minotaur hide brilliantly melting onto a muscular back, bereft of a coveted fleece, only nature could bestow. His dragon fang assimilated into the sternum of the sailor, whilst the raven pirouetted in the laughing clouds. Soon, the twine, laced around each extremity, quickly became taut as both reins and belts snugly secured Leosin atop the ursine beast of burden as the makeshift monstrosity bolted away from the fiery distraction.

@Hekazu@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Ryonara@Lucius Cypher@Norschtalen
Is now the time to...

GTFO???
The Gates of Barovia


As the chaperone trotted forward, towering trees, whose innumerable canopies lost forever in heavy smog, continued to block out all but a death-gray light. The trunks lingered unnaturally close to one another, and the eerie timberland still possessed the silence of a forgotten grave. The collective softened hoof beats exuded the pity of an unvoiced scream. The scent of exhumed tombs frequented the air once fog spewed out of the forest to swallow up the road behind the remnant of the treading cabal.

Ahead, jutting from the impenetrable woods on both sides of the path, stood high mesolithic buttresses looming grim in the hoary haze. Huge iron gates hung like nooses, precariously on the intricate stonework, worthy of dwarven appraisal. Dew clung with cold tenacity to the rusted bars, hoping to hinder another droplet’s inevitable descent to the depths below. Two headless statues of armed guardians flanked the metallic portal, their bald heads tossed now lying among the weeds at their feet.

Their lack of smiles invited all with disappointment.



Markus suddenly galloped onward.
Bear time? Or too noticeable?
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