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With vision reclaimed, the twined serenade of the sapphire-haired Hin pulled heart strings of the old druid realizing that their escaping faction had halted its hegira, due to the galloping constraints by cultists on horseback. The brown bear acknowledged the musical reins, but however, instead pocketed the bard’s mystical inspiration as a savagery quickly over took its furry grimace, lashing out T the rider upon the commandeered mare with its maw. Not even gleaning whether its evil equestrian fell by the piercing bite, the ursine beast of burden overtook the flanking fanatic surrounding Orchid. The following swipe bore a barbarism that was critically cruel, slashing along the inner torso from neck to epigastrium.

Shortly thereafter, a subdued growl emitted a violent viciousness, almost akin to a reflexive cackle, suggesting the animal shouldered two minds of its own.



@Hekazu@The Harbinger of Ferocity
My apologies. It is. I will post in the next 12 hours.
Is it my turn?
Take the horses!
Indeed, you did!

vanishes
This is my humble opinion, but I would agree with @Hekazu due to the overlap of another class' feature.
Torus has a whopping 2. He likely would be near the rear closest to the encampment.

@Hekazu
The plagiarized momentum accrued within the muscles of the dashing proverbial grizzly, hiding both bard and druid, within its fur. An ursine beast with two minds unified in purpose, now simultaneously aspiring to follow the golden eyed leader further into freedom. The mystical tether between familiar and master required coordination with a bird's eye view and a bear's brawny run, as cultists fell to Orchid near in an adjacent tent. These distractions were not all for nought, as their faction continued their exodus away from the horde's encampment.

Upon the threshing floor, the spectrum of wheat winnowed the chastened chaff.

Green blood. Blue and pink haired. Golden eyed.

The colors of a day-old covenant had already hewn the straight and narrow egress for the brown bear and the monastery’s exhausted master. The black bird above, mingling with the ebon eve with is charcoal wings, hurried ahead with eyes scarlet, adulterous with the heavens, flocking closer and hovering lower, near the ursine beast. The molded myth, now fashioned with nature’s guise dashed candidly like a loosed arrow through the guarded gates, which the others so deftly helped keep ajar. The proverbial needle’s eye was foremost surgically procured by the feral tiger, who paradoxically hid beneath the quilt of human flesh, beckoned by an unseen Pale Lady.

The bard masticated these circumstances, playfully enjoying the idiosyncrasies of their cabal, while the druid prayed the slaves would also flood behind the parting of the purple sea of slain cultists.

Onto an exodus away from shackles and hordes.

@Hekazu
It has, @Hekazu

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