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Flyn steadied himself and dove underneath the mechanical beast's wailing legs as it attempted to stand up to defend itself. The metal groaned against the tenuous magik he had restricted its movement with. He knew it wouldn't hold without multiple anchor points. He ducked as the unobstructed leg...

His eyes widened in shock and an uneasiness set over him as Vesna amalgamated with the hulking suit of armor. But Why? Before he could explore the answers to the question the creature swung at Hector. The collision of its blade kicked up debris and dust, obfuscating Hector's health. "Hector...

The cold air stung his face as he raced across the frozen lake with fervor and whimsy. Unable to fully understand the braking mechanics of his newly found source of magic, he bounced off many on his path. Luckily his stature was hardly imposing. Being mistaken for a child gave agency to his more...

He looked up from the elven child and caught eye of a more peculiar figure across the frozen lake. The shimmering robes danced with elegance as the creature performed arcane rites. The surrounding skaters were captivated by the dazzling display. As was Flynn. Everyone here on the ice subscribed...

Flyn had never seen anything like this place. Illun Serath? Was it? This place was immense! He hadn't seen so many people enthusiastically grouped up for any event. Immediately upon his entrance, he was handed a warm bubbly brew. One of sweet honey and cinnamon masquerading as juice, but he...

He was through to the other side. But how? Confused eyes surveyed his form. No burn marks or flames clinging on to garb. Huh. A nascent tension headache began to surface. His body was sore, like he had just been stretched out on a Rack. The others soon followed. One by one they stumbled through...

Unabated and unfettered was the fire as it lashed out to each of his companions. Hectors attempt to tame it with magic was bold. Perhaps too bold. And Innis, a step ahead of Flyn, as most bigfoots were, rushed to Hectors aid in attempts to quell his penalty. Only to further provoke the riddles...

It all happened so quickly. Knights taking up arms, the gift, the command, the runner. Each scene mere moments. Confusion set in. A sense of duty overwhelmed them. The others took after the possessed guide. Leaving the halfling and his steed. He made a clucking sound with his tongue and Yelj...

"Nor I." He opened up a bag of rations and gave them a whiff. "However, it wouldn't be such a terrible gig if one knew how to detect incongruencies with a spell." He shot his patented wink towards Hector and shouldered his stuffed pygmy goat, unzipped it, and rummaged around for components...

What a lovely window. There's absolutely no way Torche can mistake that for a duck riding a spatula. Hmph. It does look like a crown of thorns, though. He smirked to himself. It was a rather interesting place to be. However, he'd leave the shadows and ruins to his more book oriented companions...

"Ack. This damned dust." He rubbed his eyes, which only exacerbated the irritation. Yeljor leaned in to ameliorate the problem. His tongue coarse, hardly helping. "Thanks but no thanks, Yelj." He pushed his companions face out of the way and reached for his canteen. "Water cures all, my friend."...