@unisol_gr44 Opening his eyes, Aulus realises with a start that he isn't dead. Part of a group tasked with extracting a traitorous Egyptian noble...
The lady looks at Lutz. "She could be bluffing, but I'm not sure I can take the chance. Do you have some way to ensure her compliance while we're...
"Not really." She shakes her head. "I haven't worked on that yet."
With no way of defeating the onslaught in front of him, the elf retreats. Ice slams through his shoulder, fire scorches his back, and Varrin and...
As she slashes, the elf raises his hands, bonds frozen to ice. Her sword collides with the ice, and the bonds shatter, freeing him. @asddas193...
"That won't work!" She shouts. "It needs to be someone with the blood of the Aen Aelle! Unless you plan to kidnap a member of the Wild Hunt, I'm...
"You...You did?" She gives something resembling a smile. "Y-Yer' a hero...hic!"
As the group chats and eats, Trista begins to notice a peculiar cold rise through the air, from the prisoner. Looking over, she sees him grinning.
The elf wisely keeps any closing remarks to himself, as Ard affixes the gag. Heading to where the group sits, eating, Ard sees the rejuvenating...
"Wait, the men who did it? They're dead? Y-You saw it happen?" The blonde turns to face Verena, a hopeful expression on her features.
"Perhaps twice our number, but we have the element of surprise, and Eredin is far stronger than that weakling who calls himself king, so we'll...
Like Varrin, Trista feels the meal refreshing and reinvigorating her strength, a godsend after the strain of so many signs and potions earlier....
The elf wisely shuts up at the glare Varrin gives him. As the noble stops to eat, he finds that the food is both delicious and strangely...
"Wait... Wait!" The elf calls out. "Y-You need to bring me! Only I can open the portal!"
"Hic...Thanks." She takes a swig of vodka.
@moonblack "You call me trai- Aah! Okay, Okay!" The captive squirms under the influence of Ard's spell, as Mirellia passes around the food....
Eileann gives the horse a slap on the rump to spur it, and it rushes out. "If you get killed, make sure the armour stays intact!" She shouts to...
The moustachioed barman nods, pouring two glasses of strong vodka. The blonde swamp dweller looks up. "hic...Whaddaya want?"
The captured elf shouts again as Trista strikes him. "Ah! Stop that, woman!" Trying to angle himself away from her, he responds to the question....
"Not so far. Perhaps later." She answers tersely.
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