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[OOC: Great; I'll work that into the story later. Maybe he finds it along the way to the Peak, or wins it in a battle, or someone in the party has/finds/buys him one.]

{ BECAUSE YOU DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE D: -sob-

err, right, anyway >.>;; -cough- carry on.

Also, Ian, Taryn is likely to have or have access to a flail. o.o Wouldn't hurt to have Marcus ask her. |: }

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Marcus put his sword away and carefully approached the Goblins.

"I'm not gonna hurt yeh...I'm yer friend. Uncle Marcus won't hurt yeh, promise?" The Lizzardman smiled through his tooth-ridden maw.

<OOC>I'm going to be going out of town for most of next week, so as of tomorrow, Horin is an NPC Somm-1 can control him if he wants to do so</OOC>

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Sorry! I forgot to mention I was going on vacation and then when I tried to log on to tell everyone I couldn't! It was weird and frustrating. Also, now I'm busy trying to finish packing for a move, so feel free to NPC me for the rest of this scene (or until about a week from now - whichever comes first).

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Uh, Just forget that my goblin people ever came in.

I dun wanna play no mores.

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<Hmm...Sarge can I solve the goblin problem?>

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Macrus could smell humans nearby, smelly humans, and not a scents he was familiar with. Coren sensed movement in the trees.

Suddenly, the goblins keeled over, dead. They each had a crossbow bolt protruding from the backs of their necks. Marcus instinctively ducked just as another crossbow bolt flew through the space where his head had been a moment before.

Capatain Sealem hit the deck, shouting: "Snipers! Take cover! Can anyone see the snipers?"

<GM's Note: It's an ambush by a pack of lowly outlaw rouges. Have fun with it, everyone.>

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"I can smell them," said Marcus, "But I can't see 'em! I dunno how many of 'em there are! Alls I know is that they're not from around here!"

All the Lizzardman could do was dart around in a circle with his sword protecting his eyes. Marcus's scales were almost hard enough to deflect arrows by now, but he still had his weak spots. He was most vulnerable under his arms and on the backs of his legs; his kilt was toasty warm, but not good protection for an arrow.

Suddenly Marcus had some kind of instinct to ask another animal for help.

"Acedia!" He called. "Can you gimme somethin' to help me out?"

[OOC: This could be the time where Acedia gives him that tail flail, although it won't be much help unless the snipers come up close and fight hand-to-hand.]

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Quinn felt tense when the goblins enteed the camp. "Something is not right here," he thought. Then the goblins died. Quinn stood and unsheathed his sword, and he joined the others in dodging crossbow bolts. All of the sudden there was a small fire and quinn had a feeling why."They're lighing their bolts on FIRE!" he yelled as a on-fire bolt passed by his head, "Cant say how though, these are metal bolts.

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Micheal stood up an cast:

Sphere of Wind:

<<This spell will cause the air itself to form a protective barrier around the caster, sweeping away any and all objects that would try to pass through the sphere. This also has the effect of making the caster somewhat obscured from those outside the sphere, as well as making those outside the sphere somewhat obscured from the caster. The Sphere of Wind will move with the caster, and will remain so long as he concentrates upon the sphere. This is an exclusive-action spell: No other spells may be cast by the caster so long as this spell is in effect. The only known creatures that are immune to the effect of this spell are: Air Elementals, Djinns, and Will-O-The-Wisps. This spell cannot be cast underwater, but it can be cast in places that otherwise lack air since it draws upon the Elemental Plane of Air for it's wind. This spell will produce a moderately heavy amount of fatigue in the caster. The sphere is nine feet in diameter.>>

Prosper dove to the ground, just behind Micheal.

Coren's keen cat-like vision caught sight of a glint of sunlight-off-metal in a leafy bush about 10 yards away, in the direction the arrows were coming from.

Suddenly, Goldwing shot like a bolt out of the sky, screeching loudly. Diving fircely on that same bush that Coren just spoted, Goldwingup with bloody talons.

Captain Sealem said: "Prince Drek's pet bird spotted them! There, in that bush. Charge! Huzzah!!!"

<GM's note: So, you can either charge the snipers withe Captain Sealem, or get behind Micheal and let his Sphere of Wind shield you. Or, if you're a bright sort and have thought of a tactically clever third option, you can do that instead.>

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Andrew rushed towards a sniper and with a strike from his left hand, disabled his opponent's right arm making it impossible to shoot his crossbow or even fight due to the pain enduced.

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"Oil," Taryn called to Quinn, as an explanation for the fire.

Acedia's head snapped up and she looked at Marcus. "Like what?!" What did the Lizzardman expect her to have? It wasn't like she had much storage space for any kind of useful weapon that he could wield. What, should she pull some kind of mace out of her bodice or something? Wait. She seemed to remember seeing Taryn wielding some kind of...whip or something at one point in time. Maybe that would help. Maybe the spectre still had it.

Acedia darted over to her friend. "Taryn! Do you still have that bullwhip?"

"What do you need that for?"

"I don't, Marcus asked me to give him something to help him out. I'm thinking some kind of whip or mace or something would be good."

"Hmm. I don't have that whip anymore, but I do happen to have a flail. Hold on." Taryn opened the small leather pouch that was perpetually at her hip and reached in. Obviously, the bag was bigger on the inside than the outside because her arm went in up to the elbow. After a few seconds of struggling, the tall woman's arm reemerged from the bag, holding a very nice medieval flail. The weapon was passed from spectre to shifter, and from there to Lizzardman.

"Here you go!" Acedia called to Marcus, handing (read: tossing) the flail to him and then joining the battle herself, aerially. She slung the Peregrine falcon medallion around her neck and took to the air with Goldwing, relying on the falcon's speed to keep her from being plucked from the air by a bolt - flaming or otherwise.

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"Finally, some action! Teleport!" said Tem. He teleported behind a sniper, and made a meatshield out of him. "Nobody, move, or else this guy becomes brainless!" Tem yelled.<you mean like this? I like the word meatshield.>

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I lost the state spelling bee in FIFTH PLACE!!

<OOC> i'm gonna join in if you guys dont mind. ive been reading this for a while, and thought i'd join.</OOC>

Suddenly, a shadow fell from a tree behind. It creeped up and tapped Macrus gently on the shoulder. "I think I could help you guys out..." he murmured in a soft, but serious tone.

<shoft? I'm not familiar with that word>

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I lost the state spelling bee in FIFTH PLACE!!

there. i changed it. happy?

<OOC> Because Jones' Girl is temporarily unavailable and because it would be very, very difficult to warp time during a fight scene, I'm just going to stop our discussion right there. Who knows, perhaps we will revisit that moment with more past and plot revealing LOST-style flashbacks.</OOC>

Eruantian, visible to those close enough to attack the hostiles in melee, was on his back, tied up, gagged, and had a bag over his head, struggling in vain to free himself.

*LOST flashback noise* Previous Dusk: After conversation.
Eruantian, walking away from Aurieul with a somewhat bewildered disposition, was suddenly pounced, restrained, gagged, and head-bagged. He heard someone say "Yes, this is the one" before he was knocked unconscious.
*LOST flashforward noise*

Eruantian could only listen and assume the worst as the snipers attacked his friends. Then a familiar, though very creepy voice yelled

Acedia spotted something on the ground, and then veered downward to investigate. She landed in a vacant tree, smoothly changed the Falcon talisman for the Rat one, and made her way inconspicuously down the tree trunk. The 'something' that she'd spotted happened to be Eruantian.

Perhaps I ought to help him out, she thought, crawling onto his struggling body to check the area for any kind of bodyguard. Seeing none, she set to work chewing at the rope that held the bag over his head in place. No one had seen her shift - for all any of the snipers knew, this rat was just a curious rodent and not at all conspiring to free their prisoner. Knowing, however, that these snipers probably did not value the life of a rat any more than the life of your average rock, and figuring that since Eruantian wasn't already dead, they didn't plan to kill him, Acedia decided it would be best to stay on the half-elf's body while gnawing at the rope - they wouldn't try to kill her if she was right above some vital blood vessels and/or organs, would they?

In order to make herself less suspicious, Acedia gnawed a bit of rope and then scurried away, rolling about in some dirt to change her color. She set to work again and shortly had cut that particular cord, grabbing the bag with her teeth and pulling it off as she scurried away again.

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Prosper dived behind Micheal as the battle started. Where did these guys come from? He peered out from behind Micheals wind sheild and saw something drop behind Marcus.
"Look out! Marcus!!" he called, running for him, his spear at the ready.

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The shadow looked over and dove aside. He took off into the trees. Suddenly, a sniper fell. "Hehehe... one down," whispered Samuel. He threw another knife. "Bullseye."

<We arn't fighting goblins.>

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sorry: I forgot about the sniper attack...

A lone bandit came up to Eruntian's body and picked him up, shapeshifted Acedia-Rat and all. A surprisingly strong man for his body-type, be hefted Eruntian on his shoulder in a fireman's carry and broke into a run.

The man was swathed from head to toe in a black fabric, and his eyes were covered by a black veil. He had no weapons on his body, no backpack or purse or anything of the like; just a length of black cord bundled together at his hip, with a cat's-paw hook at one end. Acedia was sure the man was using some sort of strength-enhancing magic, because his muscles certainly didn't look large enough to allow him to do what he just did on his own strength. In fact, he was kind of thin for his height. He smelled of damp moss and grass and tree sap, as if he'd been crawling around in the forest for a very long time.

Then, the man jumped up into a tree branch tree at a run, still carrying Eruntian! Even more surprising, he started jumping from tree-branch to tree-branch... a good twenty foot leap every time! Now Acedia was absolutely sure that magic was at work, because even Marcus, the strongest man she knew, couldn't have done that! This was beyond mere athleticism.

Acedia held on for dear life with her teeth and her claws.

Meanwhile, Maxwell, Farmham, Drek, and Captain Sealem joined the melee. Capatain Sealem said: "Leave one alive. I have questions."

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Marcus caught the flail, slipped it onto his tail just to get it out of the way, and accidentally lodged the ball of it into Prosper's side as he swung his tail. He took a step away and ducked from more flying arrows, pulling out a good chunk of Prosper's flesh.

The Lizzard looked over his shoulder to answer the shadow. "Go right ahead. We need all the help we can get." He looked over to Prosper and saw the boy keeled over and bleeding. "You take care of them arrow guys. I gotta help Prosper!"

Protecting his own head again with his sword, Marcus ran to Prosper and knelt down. "I'm so sorry, kid!" He took off his last piece of clothing, his kilt, and wrapped it around the boy's waist.

"I'll fight 'em off right here. My big body's a good shield for you. Just stay on the ground. Don't move!"

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[I wasn't able to get on that much, lately and probably won't for awhile. My cousin's over and we've had a lot of fun. So feel free to make me an NPC if all else fails.]

Coren had climbed a tree and was currently trying to pursue the man in black fabric. His sword was still sheathed to keep his hands free, and when he saw the paw he just got infuriated.

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Acedia clung desperately to the fabric of Eruantian's shirt. All of this sudden excitement, actually, was causing the talisman's magic to run out faster - there was no telling how much longer she would remain a rat, and even for the astounding feats performed by this mysterious stranger, she had her doubts as to her own safety should the magic wear off before they arrived...wherever it is the man was taking them.

That thought raised another concern - who was this man and where was he going? Was he saving the half-elf or simply taking him to some kind of headquarters?

Deciding to wait and find out where they were headed, Acedia crawled into Eruantian's pocket. On the way she noticed that Coren was following them. Whether this discovery will bode well or ill remains to be seen.

Meanwhile, where is Taryn in all of this?

After giving Acedia the flail, Taryn had retreated into the trees and systematically gone about disarming the snipers. She simply plucked bolts from their quivers and dropped them into her own weapons cache, occasionally taking a tin of oil as well. The snipers would run out of ammunition soon enough on their own - Taryn was simply helping it to happen faster, and doing a little creative problem solving in the process. (The problem to be solved is, of course, how to replenish her own supply of crossbow bolts without actually having to spend any money or make them herself.)

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<GM's Note: It's not a real cat's paw; It's one of these: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat%27s_paw_%28knot%29. Sorry for the confusion.>

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Andrew suddenely saw the man in black with Eruantian, "Well I see you have no chance of escape due to your injury, I'll let you get off easy" said Andrew to the bandit he struck.

Dang he is too far away to attack, I guess the only thing I can do is persue the freak in black-fabric...all I can do is follow him, no matter how hard it is.

So Andrew followed the man covered in black fabric.

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Samuel ran around the battlefield and to the back of the enemy line. He took out snipers, one by one, with swift blows to the neck. Suddenly, one turned around. "Hey! Who are y- Ughrg!" Samuel took him out. Another turned. "HEY! !hat are you doing here?" More turned and started firing. Samuel ducked and dodged his way out of the tangle of bolts. "AUGH!" One of the metal points scraped his arm. He made his way into the forest. He sat down beneath an oak. His sleeve was crimson red now. He was breathing heavily. "I... gotta... gotta... stay... awaay... ke..." Everything faded... then he blacked out.