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Can't wait when I can roll for enemy turn. It will be glorious.

You better hope that RNG gods are on your side tonight c:

@Xanmyral:

Which lance you're using?

"I've once prayed to my gods at a small village shrine, asking them for guidance when my father left for Kesselring. The night of that day, I was returning for rest at an inn when I was mugged in an alley. The bandits almost killed me, but then a young man appeared in the alley and knocked the bandits down. He wasn't a Berebian, he was a Menelean, he wore the armour of my enemies in plain sight! He helped me stand up... I've looked at the uncounscious bandits for a brief moment, and when I turned to thank my savior, he was gone. You might be an atheist, you might have your own beliefs - but I believe it was a knight sent by my deities, a sign that I should seek the aid of Meneleans. And then, few months later, you came. Not only you're Meneleans, but you had dealings with Prixima and are now hunted by her. Coincidence? I say not."


"...I will have to give Lady Prixima my sincere gratitude. If not for her letter, and the little gifts, I wouldn't bother to come here." The elderly druid nodded to a young man in mercenary attire.

"I will tell her next time I visit the keep. May I ask, how did you and your fellows overtake the Blackmoore so easily?"

"Oh, it is simple. The cursed staves that cause insanity and madness wouldn't work on the mages, like I assumed. Unfortunately for them, their armed escorts weren't that resistant. Oh if you could only see the shock on the faces of all those strangers when they began killing each other! The blood that kept pouring from the stab wounds as they screamed in pain and terror, the life essence that I managed to absorb... I feel younger already! My research will bring fruit of immortality to me! I, Bores the Wise, shall last forever!"

"Right. Of course. Well we hope that you will join our side of the future war, master Bores. When the war breaks out--"

The talk was interrupted by the very soldier that asked Mannan his name a moment ago.

"Master Bores, someone named Mannan Tunhausen just arrived, with his entourage."

"Mannan... Tunhausen... I don't know him. Kill him and his aides."

"Yes sir."

"What about that Forsaken kid and his band of bravados? Are they dealt with?"

"Err, they've barricaded themselves in the stables in the back of the abbey. The guy who went to feed the wyvern barricaded himself in the tower and-"

"They're still alive?"

"When I came here a moment ago, you told me all of the dignitaries are dead, Bores."

"Bah! You, come back when they're all dead, and don't let anyone interrupt us!"

"Sure thing, boss." The young spearman bowed and sped off toward the door at the other side of the chamber.

"Now, stop worrying, and let's get back to our talk, my Menelean friend. You mentioned something about the war..."

Back at the entrance...

The soldiers who were patrolling the road marched back toward the entrance, meters away from Anja's wagon.

Suddenly, there was a whistle coming from the inside. And then, a very clear shout:

"Kill them all!"

"What? What's the meaning of this!" Mannan looked around and saw that all the soldiers around them, no matter the markings at their collars, have drawn weapons.

"It's a trap!"

And at the same moment, at top of staircase leading to small tower...

"Open the door or we will bash it open! No matter - whatever you do, yer dead, fella!" Bores' thugs waited for a moment, and then nodded to each other, preparing their weapons

Inside, Salvatore's wyvern growled, the beast and it's rider in the corner. And then Salvatore noticed one thing:

A crack in the wall.

//Salvatore Vaughan is in!


Enemies' stats here!

When the wagon was going out of the keep, Gregor and his friends could see the outside for the first time, in bright light.

Entire Tunhausen was built into a hillside. Not only the keep on top of it, no - the construction zig-zag went all the way from keep to the outskirts of the settlement, from top of hill to it's base.

It provided quite some defense against footmen, but it was basically target practice for catapults if they ever attack Tunhausen from the east - every building was plain visible.

And then, the wagon went on the road to the east.




The jagged cliffs of Blackmoore Abbey gained insight into the defensive properties of the place - a winding path took every incoming assailant around the building, exposing him to all the tiny arrow slits and windows before they would wind up at the top of the hill, in front of a tiny entrance gate, an excellent choking point.

On the way upwards, the wagon with Mannan and rest of his companions could see several hooded men patrolling the path. Whilst they had cloaks and hoods, people with keen eyes and some concentration, could notice the coloured collars of Berebian, Menelean and Ystian armies - purple, dark green, bright red. They've glanced at the wagon, but said no word to the travelers.

No one was shooting arrows at them nor flinging bolts of magic frm the stout, thick towers.

And they have arrived at the gates. A young spearman approached the wagon, eyeing the group with some distrust.

"Yer name, please?"

"...Mannan Tunhausen, bishop. These are--"

"Arright, lemme get the... the council members." The soldier gave Mannan's friends a dirty look and then walked into the abbey.

"What a... strange man." He said, jumping from the wagon onto the grass below.

NPC: Mannan Tunhausen joins the list!

I will now go watch entire Star Trek: DS9 ending in one go. Cya in 8 hours

Mannan, who was standing nearby, coughed.

"I told him all that you know."

You will faster find Oscar hanging out with wenches and drunken guys rather than in mercenary group

The guys on Serenes forum (they play 'FEF Gaiden') say I'm nice GM.

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