Marsh Battle Aftermath:
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Marsh Battle Aftermath:
After slaying many lizardfolk warriors the battle ended with the death of their King. After the King fell his remaining few troops scattered. Aki took one last shot at a large dragonfly and Krahven chased a wolf rider to the edge of the arena and cleaved him off of his mount. This got a cheer from the crowds similar to when Raath was chopping down the masses. All remaining enemies fled towards the waterfall and disappeared into the opening behind. Not choosing to loot any of the bodies Rayne shot an arrow through one of the light orbs floating in the sky. This seemed to cause a chain reaction in the energy field that surrounded the arena. During the collapse Raath left, Aki and Krahven sat waiting and watching, while Lance and Rayne went to check out the waterfall where the cup had been seen. From behind the falls Rayne pocketed took a drink from the cup and pocketed it. He then wandered with Lance a little ways down into the cave casting dancing lights. However, before they could get very far the arena shield collapsed from the top down. This erased all traces of the war torn battle field and revealed the arena they had been fighting in. The crowd of thousands that had come to watch the fight and bet on the outcome was visible to the party and the only remains of the marshland and foes was the single dragonfly rider that had escaped during the collapse. After this the group was summoned back to their quarters to await their rewards. Tired, soaked to the bone, exhausted, and a bit confused the party sits now waiting in the room. The repercussions will arrive soon. (rewards, sponsor letters, items…)
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Re: Marsh Battle Aftermath:
does anyone know why everybody is calling us the midas clan?
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Re: Marsh Battle Aftermath:
Raath sits on the edge of his bed, in his classic 'elbows-on-his-knees' posture, slowly turning the magic gladius over and over in his hands. His gaze is directed at the blade, but yet it is distant and unfocused. A crease of concentration wrinkles his forehead. The light reflected from the sword's inscription, slides across his face with its every rotation.
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I can't remember...
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