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Tyranny of Dragons

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The Dragonborn shrugs. "Everyone must walk their own path. If yours leads you to embrace the pain of your arrow wound, who am I to dissuade you from that?" He makes no mention of how the fellow was tied up at the feet of the mercenaries, despite the man's assertion that he was 'getting on fine without help'. Mor'du then says, "We are looking to rescue as many civilians as possible that may be hiding in the buildings up ahead. Do you know anything of the numbers of bandits that might be between us and them?"
 
"Fuck no! They ambushed me in my home!" He took an aggressive approach, but, eventually gave up the façade. "Well... I can tell you, but, it seems I've forgotten~... Maybe a little bit of coin would jog my memory?" His voice faked a sweet tone, his face contorted in glee.
 
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"Fuck no! They ambushed me in my home!" He took an aggressive approach, but, eventually gave up the façade. "Well... I can tell you, but, it seems I've forgotten~... Maybe a little bit of coin would jog my memory?" His voice faked a sweet tone, his face contorted in glee.
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Mor'du looks at the man, and says, "I am sorry that your home was attacked, but if you seek coin, you will have to find another way to get it other than from me. If the lives of the people we are here to rescue means only gold to you, I have little to offer you other than a wish of good luck getting it."
 
He grits his teeth, omitting a low, dissatisfied grumble, before he realizes something. "Wait... So you're going against a good amount of bandits with an inaccurate archer," He points to Andarra. "a toddler," He points to Elizabeth. "you," He pointed to Mor'du . "and... whatever you are?" He pointed to Xinnia. "Sounds sorta risky, eh? How about you let me join your little adventuring party? I mean, being up a man isn't that bad, right?"
 
"Just stay were you are, Knave!" Xinnia scoffed. "Your death sentence has not yet been spoken. First, you will talk." Xinnia held the sword under the man's chin and summoned her companions. "I've captured him! Who would like to question him first?"
 
Andarra keeps her bow in hand as she keeps watch out for other targets. As she does so, she nimbly hops across the small stream and goes to investigate the civilians. "Mor'du? How are the people? Is there anyone hurt?"
 
Zotar Zotar
"My death was sentenced the moment I was born." The mercenary cursed and leaned in forward to the blade. A small trickle of blood ran down his neck, "I have my honor, not like the rest of them. Kill me or I'll kill you." He threatened and still had his shield and spear in his hands.

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"It seems they are fine, but the one Mor'du is talking too..." Garret paused and looked at the human, "Doesn't seem to be trustworthy."

Thovan, Nikolay and Alexander are busy tending to the other villagers, trying to calm them down.

"What do we think we should do with these people?" Garret asked the cleric.
 
Xinnia felt something then, a twinge of pity for the mercenary, and the other enemies she had slain that day. Given a choice, she would have liked to see those beings given another life, another chance to make decent choices. She had no good choice for them now. She leaned in sharply and finished the job, stabbing through his neck. She cursed whicheverever power or principality inspired the man's choices, and left him there in a puddle. She took his spear and what gold he had. They'd be no use to him in the afterlife.

She returned to the party in stoic silence, helping whomever would be helped.

Her duty was her shield.
 
"What do you think, Xinnia? What shall we do with these villagers?" Alexander watched her return after her execution of the bandit.
 
"Send them back to the Keep with an one or two of us as armed escort. The rest of us need to continue on our mission." Xinnia said. "Who would like to volunteer to escort?" Xinnia raised her hand.
 
Mor'du nods. "We still need to move forward. I will go and lend my sword arm to the task, and protect all that I can."
 
"I see we are in agreement." Garret spoke, "However, I believe Alexander and myself are more than enough to take these villagers."

Alexander nodded his head in agreement, "I know Nikolay would rather have a hay day killing kobolds."

"Yup." Was all Nikolay said.

"And Thovan has his talents that may help you further on." Garret added. [b]"Do you agree?"[/b]
 
Xinnia nodded, and then went over to clap Garret and Alexander on their shoulders. "Good luck to you. I will go on." To Andarra she turned. "Take point?"
 
Andarra smiles at Xinnia. "Absolutely. Let us be on our way! And may Corellon's blessings be upon all of you as you return to the keep."
 
Mor'du takes a deep breath to focus himself. "I am ready." To the elves, he says, "Be careful. The gods only know what threats lie in wait for us."
 
Alexander, Garret and the villagers left silently across the stream and back through the bushes and trees.

Nikolay turned towards the rest of the group, "So are we going or not?"

Go ahead a roll stealth if you're heading forward.
 
"Yes." Xinnia began to slip into the night and back to the path. Her lights began fade and blink out one at a time. She assumed her assigned position as Andarra's shadow and as soon as they were ready, resumed the nightly march. Her mind threatened to run away with her again: back past this day to a night when her own home burned.

She stifled that murmur of memory.

Her mind replayed the moments she killed today, and the harsh mercy she'd tried to extend. Was her cause unjust?

She stifled the question.

Asserting willpower, she took a small moment to ground herself. She took a breath. Smoke and pine and riparian moisture. She took a step. Soft and leafy. She fixed her eyes on the path, and the destination.

Here and now. Forward. Purpose: save the innocent.

Now focused, she lightened her steps, steadied herself and slunk ever onwards.
 
Mor'du waits for the elves to take their positions at the point of the group before he sets out himself.

OOC the two rolls are because of my chain mail armor putting me at Disadvantage on my roll. Even so, I have a total of 15.
 
Doing her best to be a shadow moving silently forward, Andarra carefully watches her step as she runs along in the dark.

Total of 19
 
Quietly and swiftly the group moves through the bushes and the trees. You can see in the far distance shadows of movement in and around houses, yet your mission was to help whoever is in the church.

Through the bushes, over the shallow stream and through some bushes again until you each arrive at a stone wall just over six feet high.

On the other side of the wall is the church of Chauntea.

What do you do? Also Roll Perception
 
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