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Civilization - New Lands, New Glory

Goreu's ascent has been the subject of much talk ever since he left. The myriad Cewri are more than a little taken with his endeavor, and a few wish to go after him. The Council of Elders refuses to permit this. Instead, they have come to something of an inverse conclusion: the Cewri must seek beyond island they now call home.

"There is an entire continent to the south, it would be foolhardy to waste the opportunity that thus presents us with. This, the deliverance of Llyr himself!" Of course, they couldn't just walk there. They would need to build a way across, but boats were beyond their resources, so it was decided that rafts would be used. There are few trees on the island, and the time will come where those have run out. "Perhaps there might be a whole forest, on the continent, out out of view?" It was decided: rafts would be built, and the continent explored!

Summary

E) The Cewri build rafts andexplore the continent to the south.

(Night 3) A Murder in Salem [Mafia Party Game]

I cast my vote thus: no lynching anyone—too early to tell the guilty party.

The Heroes

You're free to fight or flee as you wish. If you engage the goblins, they're no match for your heroes.

@Thrashy

Figured as much. Personally, I hope a roaring Half-Giant charging at them is enough to demoralize them completely.

The Heroes

Gently, Cewri placed Celeste at the mages' feet. "They're small targets. If I can't scare them off, and they're anything resembling competent, they'll try to out maneuver me. That'll be your best opening." Of course, that would put him in the way of their spells, but they would know of his resistance to their arts. "Once the fight is over, look over Celeste's body. The smoke obscured it pretty quickly, but a mark showed up on her neck as soon as she started coughing blood." the obvious conclusion went unsaid.

He turned to face the Goblins. If one of us weren't injured, or whatever is happening to Celeste, the outcome wouldn't even be in question. He drew his blade and took up a high guard position, and crouched down in preparation—putting his head at the height of a regular man. With a roar, The Mountain charged.

(Night 3) A Murder in Salem [Mafia Party Game]

Seoriol had seen death before. Be it from the jaws of wolves or the biting cold of winter, death was just the sort of thing you saw in the country—especially in the colonies. But this was different. This was murder. A capital sin. He bowed his head and prayed silently. He did not tarry long in that—as the only priest for miles, he'd be holding the funeral service.

A tiny, abrasive thought leaped forth from the back of his mind: Such a small town. Everyone is here. The murderer is here. Everyone knows it. How long until they turn in on themselves? How long until Salem tears itself apart in a storm of distrust and hatred? And then the killer will not be the only one to be cast into hell. He looked around. His congregation. Children he had baptized. The crowd was getting restless. No murderer shall escape the Lord's judgement. What matters now is safety.

"People of Salem, please! We will solve nothing if we dissolve into chaos." Being a preacher, Seoriol had plenty of practice sending his voice far out so that everyone could hear. "If we are to bring peace back into our community, we must think, not flail wildly."

(Night 3) A Murder in Salem [Mafia Party Game]

@Zendrelax@tabbycat Would you two care to join in? Deadline is approaching!

@Tancuras

Ach. Yesterday snuck up on me. Sorry about that.

The Heroes

Damn it. This needs to end quickl— Cewri’s thoughts were interrupted by the floor catching fire. He cursed angrily in several languages. He was relieved when Oryx came over, but the words sent through Celeste by her puppeteer made it clear that whatever it was that Oryx just did wasn’t going to work. Then the symbol appeared on her neck. He was covered in her blood. Her blood… Distracted as he was, he was still a skilled linguist, and even though it was far from his specialty, and he didn’t have the time or focus to translate—the latter being focused solely on holding the now slick-with-blood Celeste still—he recognized it as Goblin. The smoke was growing thick. [i]We need to get out of here.{/i]

Martox’s suggestion was like a breath of fresh air, and with a nod, he left Celeste to his guard. He had been on the ground, but now his head was much closer to the roof. Smoke pooled thickly around his head. He quickly ducked down so that he could see, if only barely. He re-strapped his sword to his waist, and swung his cloak—thankfully unburned—around and onto him. Before doing the same with his pack, he opened it and pulled out a coil of rope and a bolt of cloth.

He was quickly again at Celeste’s side, and was binding her with the rope. “If Oryx couldn’t free her,” he said, “we can’t guarantee that he’ll be able to heal her. A broken arm is bad enough.” Once the bindings were finale on, he gagged her with the bolt of cloth. Can’thave her biting me. Even if we weren’t obviously going to take them out, there’s going to be a fight out there.

The Heroes

Cewri was surprised to hear someone walking up to the door as soon as he mentioned Celeste. Well, no more pondering that, I suppose. he thought. Cewri was surprised to see blood on Celeste’s blade and head. By the gods, what happened to her!?, he thought. Cewri was surprised to see Celeste attack Oryx. He didn’t know what to think.

After half a second in stunned silence, Cewri stood up from his chair—a piece made of wood, nothing like the recliner Oryx had chosen—taking it In hand to use as a weapon. He briefly toyed with the idea of jumping over to fetch his sword, but discarded it in an instant. I want to subdue her, not kill her. He nearly growled at Oryx’s prompt, Of course you can. But don’t give that away. If her puppeteer doesn’t know about her abilities, they might not have seen that coming either. Nevertheless, he wasn’t going to be able to grapple her with her sword swinging around—Desalith’s spectacle had proved that, so he chose the most natural course of action: take her sword arm out of commission. If the injuries to it were serious, Oryx could heal her after this was through. Lunging forward with the chair, he aimed from the side—he didn’t want to hit her head. The chair was a clunky and difficult to control weapon, but he could manage that. Assuming the attack worked, he would let go of the chair and grapple Celeste so that Oryx could do his healing. Else, he’d stay in the fight with the chair—unwieldy or no, he’d rather be armed against Celeste than not.

The Heroes

Cewri sighed and nodded at Martox’s suggestion. “You’re right.” He reached over and scooped himself more drink for the toast. He clanked his oversized tankard against the others’, “To their memory. May the world remember that which shall never fade from our minds and hearts.” He downed half the tankard in one pull, and brought it down on to the table. He saw Oryx squirming. He must be thinking about the triplets. Only thing I’ve seen that made him that uncomfortable—not even the Rawheads got to him that bad.

So he decided to change the subject to something, which while still concerning, was not as disturbing. “Say, when do you guys think Celeste is going to show up?” Cewri said, “Can’t be a fight holding her up. It would take so many foes to keep her tied down that we’d hear it.” If anything, he bet that she stuck herself trouncing ne’er-do-wells on the way.

The Heroes

As he made his way back to the barrel again, he patted Cewri on his shoulder blade, seeing as that's as high as he could reach without tip-toeing.

@Tunks

That made me laugh far more than was appropriate for that scene.