Hekazu

The escape from Wolfwing's lair

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The only way you would do that is if you left, so relax a little bit. I mean, I've been busy too lately, so I'm fine with the pause.

@Lord of Evil

They are probably thinking about in character death. That's how I read it anyway.

I'll probably have a post up tomorrow morning, so look forward to that! With dread or with hope, that's your own choice :P

(Also tagging @Dusksong here)

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@The Harbinger of Ferocity
Yeah sure, I don't see why not. Be it just some random fellow or sergeant Longwater, I'm completely fine with someone from the keep alerting him to it.

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I do believe that would leave Brannor alone in the keep, something that won't work too well in the OOC department. @The Harbinger of Ferocity, you might want to join the others on this spontaneous excursion beyond the sheltering walls. Otherwise the risk of getting bored is quite too real.

EDIT: It would seem you successfully ninja'd me.

The escape from Wolfwing's lair

@Lord of Evil
It seems I have neglected to be specific enough, the creaking door would be the one you entered through.

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@Gordian Nought
By default, yes. If somebody still wants to join them they would have the time for that, I believe.

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The guards followed the party with their eyes as they left, the pink haired elf evidently steaming in anger. Zealous as she was, it would have done no good to her or the effort in general to send her out without adequate rebriefing on the situation at large outside. While her anger would be directed to the system that tried to make the best of the situation, to the caravan guards repurposed to guard this entrance the situation was as claer as it was. The bard had made a good case of going, but they'd really need to know just where they would be going.

Once the group found the castellan, Kyra had been quick to give him a piece of her mind. Escobert was not happy to have received the venting of the priestess' irritation, but he understood what they were up to and nodded solemnly as he thought how he could help the situation. Before completely finishing the thought, he said a few words to confirm he had listened: "Ah, the guard group that had trouble speaking in any language I knew. Probably just some communication error, let's fix that one right up..."

Escobert thought whether he could have some way of proving his acceptance in any other way than showing up personally, but after failing to do so he began walking back towards the basement. "I'll talk to them. But while we are going, I could share the newest information we have from out there. We don't really know where there might be people to save, if anywhere since most seem to be here. But I can tell that they've showed a worrying interest in our mill. You, if anyone, know how important it is they won't take or destroy all our food reserves. So that's all I can point you to. Or if you are out there for a shorter while, you might just run into some patrol and bring one back from there. Do what you will."

Once they made it down, Escobert quickly made the fact the group was pretty much allowed to come and go as they pleased clear to the guards, who accepted it with no protest. The group was let outside, reminded of the proper knock for getting in once more and the door was closed after them. Next would come their plan of action.

@Norschtalen@Ryonara@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Gordian Nought@Lucius Cypher

The escape from Wolfwing's lair

At the opposite end of the room where the shelves still stood upright, the light was darker and the breeze not nearly as prevalent as it had been. However, here the obstacle of the webs made itself more scarce as well, something few as experienced hunters as them would deem a coincidence. Here in the darker part of the room it was difficult to tell whether the smaller strands of webbing still hung before them, but at least for now there were none in sight.

The room remained eerily quiet, other than the occasional stronger gust of wind that pushed out of the door and made the hinges creak. It wouldn't be too far fetched to assume their freedom could await just beyond a few corners... but it was no reason to get careless. Perhaps even on the contrary.

@Lord of Evil@Dusksong

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@Norschtalen
Perhaps, but I won't be available until late tomorrow evening. Still got a few RPs to catch up in. May day did me no good in that regard

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@Gordian Nought

Storage, second floor

While Father Falconmoon was surprised to see such an intense act of thankfulness, he let the druid go on with the kissing of his holy symbol until they were done on their own. He saw no reason to deny the man his way of thanking the god that had seemingly freed him from... whatever it had been that had ailed them. As the fellow spellcaster pulled back, Falconmoon brushed his symbol against the bottom of his sleeve. And then he listened to what the druid had to say.

The man seemed to be carrying as convoluted story as stories go, at the very least on the scale of what he had ever heard in Greenest, but now a chapter would be coming to an end... a chapter he had shared with the female voice even the clergyman himself had heard earlier. And he could tell it was a great weight off the druid's heart. Father Falconmoon smiled and nodded. "If you ever find yourself in trouble, child, remember the blessing of Chauntea you received tonight. The gods will help those true and smite the wicked. You, child, are part of the smiting blade, for you already have rescued their faithful fold. Best of luck with your endeavours", he wished. There would likely not be much more to discuss after this.

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@Norschtalen@Lucius Cypher@Ryonara

Basement, guard station at Old Tunnel entrance

The quite obviously outsider of a guard raised a hand onto the chin of his mask, rubbing it for a moment as if it was his own. He seemed to be truly considering the words of the bard, but this was interrupted by one of his friends saying a few words in the strange language they spoke, which obviously weighed on his decision. Finally as he returned his hand onto the handle of his scimitar, the guard sighed and shook his head. "No. Big boss said none are to go. So none go. Big boss said only with permit. I do not want to fight big boss and the attackers. Not a good fight."

It would not be hard to deduce that the 'big boss' the man was talking about was either the castellan or the governor himself, but it seemed the man was content with just following the orders he had received. They would either need to break through here (which would quite possible be a dumb move) or seek to obtain this 'permit' these clowns seemed to be so fond of.