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The Master and the Minion - IC Thread
Malek Deneith:
- "Did death damage your brain more than it was damaged when we met half-breed?" - Ryltar glared at ex-paladin - "In case you failed to notice: a) You're a piece of undead meat, meaning you'll get killed just for showing within sight of priests here, b) Rest of us would get killed either by people here for collaboration with overlord, or by overlord who is perfectly capable of watching over what his band of newly acquired dim-witted unruly slaves is doing."
Gargulec:
'I did not say that we all have to show up. I am more or less certain that some of us could show up in the city and deliver the information without putting themselves in danger. And the Overlord did not command us to assure the destruction of the city. He wants army, and that is all instructions we have got.
Xander Morhaime:
"The reason I did not tell you to assure the destruction of the city is because it's got massive walls, and behind them a mass of priests and their knightly order to boot. I might not be too attached to you, but I've no intention on throwing away an unequipped, fresh-raised undead army on a siege that would not profit my ends in any way," the Overlord chimed in, ever willing to add some insight to the discussion. "Now stop thinking for yourself, paladin, it's done you nothing but harm so far."
The gateway didn't appear to have any traps or such on it - the priests must have assumed the guards that used to be posted here would be enough to ward off any unwelcome guests.
Madtrixr:
Whew. Okay. Alright. No more undead for now. That's good. Okay, deep breaths, focus, and get your head back on track. Aden took a deep breath once, twice, three times, and managed to get himself to avoid freaking out about the zombies.
Apparently there was some unspoken childhood trauma that was being brought back. His helmet was doing a good job of concealing his worry, which was just as well, no need to worry his comrades about his possible necrophobia and cause them to lose faith in him, not yet. That time would probably come later, at the completion of their mission. At that point, He wasn't sure what he would do.
"Well, at any rate, we'll need to head on down in there soon, just...give me a minute."
Spoiler (click to show/hide)Short rest taken. No surges, all expended powers refreshed.
S.K. Ren:
Resting upon her spear, Ma'kirr couldn't help but muse to herself. Finally. Now the living dead are just plain dead.
The entrance to the catacombs started to look more and more inviting as the damp cold of the marsh sunk into her fur and skin. It couldn't hurt to just move inside the entrance... could it?
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