Forgotten IC

[NeoSeraphi]

The war between Milantis and Anoira has been raging for six years straight now. Though originally the invasion by Milantis was expected to be swift and successful against the much smaller Anoira forces, the warriors of Anoira defended their homeland very well with a combination of guerilla tactics, evasion, and skillful manipulation of their forested borders. Miltantis's response has simply been to try and overwhelm Anoira with superior numbers. However, Anoira put a stop to that tactic by causing an avalanche in their own territory to create a natural bottleneck that stopped the flood of soldiers.

The woman rose from her bed, expecting another day of worry and silence. Her brother had gone to the front lines nearly a year ago. A formidable warrior in his own right, Timaeus was insistent that he might turn the tides for Anoira and bring peace and stability to the world once and for all. Though the Empire had shown no remorse in their treatment of prisoners of war and civilians, Timaeus told his sister that he would demand no recompense from the aggressor nation. Instead, all he sought was peace. He explained, though it looked painful, that revenge against the loser would only bring more war.

The woman missed her brother terribly, but the thought of him bringing that peace he longed for was enough to get her through each day as she awaited letters from him on the front lines. However...today was different.

When the woman arose from her slumber, she was surprised to find that there was smoke rising to obstruct the sun in her window. As she stood up and rushed to the window, she realized that a home near hers was on fire!

[Diachronos]

She hurries outside to help get the fire put out.

[NeoSeraphi]

As the woman makes her way outside, she spies a sight she never thought she would see. A Milantine flag towers over her quiet little town, held by an armored standard bearer, as soldiers march in carrying rifles and pistols.

They've come this far into Anoira? But...but the Anoiran army was holding them at the border for a good six years!

This is bad. The woman's peaceful hamlet, known as Cheshire, was almost completely devoid of fighting-age men. They were all conscripted to deal with the war effort over the last two years. These soldiers were marching on a town that was one hundred percent civilian, full of women, children, and the elderly.

The woman turns her attention towards the fire. That is...Captain Marshal's house. The captain hasn't been home in four years, and he left behind his lovely wife and their two little girls. A scream coming from inside the house snaps the woman to attention.

Her mind races. She recalls everything she knows about Cheshire. There is a well in the center of town where anyone can draw water from. On the north side of town is the mayor's house and the library. To the west is the school and the bakery. The southern area is where the marketplace is. She often sees fish, meat, and fruit vendors there. And the eastern edge is the main road where the soldiers are marching in from. It leads to a few small towns and a forest, then the capital about a week out.

[Diachronos]

While her first thought is to go to the well, the scream from inside the house instantly changes her mind. Marcy runs for the burning building to rescue whoever is trapped inside.

[NeoSeraphi]

The young human girl cowers as the flames start to build up around her. She puts her head in her hands and screams for help.

As Marcy enters the house, she sees one of the beams supporting the roof start to give way. She has to save the girl!

Reflex save to catch the beam!

[Diachronos]

Marcy runs up to stop the beam, catching it before it can hurt the girl. "Go on, get out of here! Quick!"

[NeoSeraphi]

She nods and runs out of the way.

Marcy winces as the flames lick her sides.

[roll0] fire damage

With that out of the way, she returns to the well and is able to safely put out the fire.

Three soldiers stop and approach her at the well.

"Hey! You! This area is now under Milantis command! Put your hands in the air!"

She sees three different weapons point right at her.

[Diachronos]

Seeing that she's outnumbered, Marcy complies. "What's the meaning of this? What did this village do that led to you attacking us?!"

[NeoSeraphi]

The soldier in the middle lowers his weapon at her question.

"If you want to know that, then follow us. You can speak to the commander. She's specifically requested anyone who doesn't resist but wants answers."

[Diachronos]

This is very suspicious... "Alright. Lead the way."

[NeoSeraphi]

The soldiers all lower their guns and turn around. They start to walk towards the eastern edge of town.

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The muscular woman standing at the edge of town glances over at Marcy as she approaches. Her short hair pulled into dreadlocks betrays her heritage as a Milantian woman, and her slight tusk peeking out of one lip betrays her race as a half-orc. The woman sizes Marcy up and nods to her men. The soldiers salute her and walk back into the city.

"Well, well. Looks like we have someone with a little more muscle on her than the others. That's good. I'm glad you're cooperating, because honestly, of all the ladies we've found here, you're the only one who looks like she may actually cause some trouble."

The woman smiles. "I am Vila, a lieutenant in the Milantis Armed Forces and the leader of this squadron. I assure you, our occupation will only last a few months while we provide a supply route to our soldiers as they secure the capital."

[Diachronos]

Marcy growls and points toward the burned house. "Is setting fire to the homes of civilians how Milantis 'provides their supply routes'?"

[NeoSeraphi]

Vila smirks over at the house and shakes her head. "Oh, no. Believe me when I tell you that that was personal."

She turns her attention to Marcy. "Seems word travels slow around here, so let me fill you in: your nation has lost. Your army is destroyed. And we should secure a formal surrender from your king within a week."

The lieutenant's eyes burn with passion. "So congratulations. Let me be the first to welcome you to the Milantis Empire."

[Diachronos]

"I'm not sure anybody here would feel welcome in an empire where it's common practice to burn down a home with children inside."

[NeoSeraphi]

The woman frowns. "Such are the messy realities of war, I'm afraid. There have been many people suffering on both sides. Surely you do not expect us to simply forgive and forget after all the trouble your soldiers put us through, now do you?"

News of Anoira's defeat raises many questions in Marcy's mind. What of her brother? What of the other soldiers? Will they really take the capital? What does this all mean for her and her family, and her town?

[Diachronos]

"So you're taking your anger at Anoira's soldiers out on the innocent? And what's become of the soldiers that were defending the borders?"

[NeoSeraphi]

Vali frowns. "That's right. And if you don't watch yourself, you may just find yourself at the end of my ire too."

She looks surprised at the question. "The border? . . .Well, we finally managed to break through their lines. Most of them went down pretty quickly. Everyone else either deserted and ran away or was taken prisoner."

[Diachronos]

Marcy nods. Her brother wouldn't have deserted or fallen in battle, so that means...

"What is being done with the imprisoned soldiers?"

[NeoSeraphi]

Vali chuckles and turns away. "I think I've answered enough of your questions for n-"

A gunshot rings out. The half-orc looks up in surprise. "Who fired? I specifically gave orders that no one would discharge their weapons in this town!"

[Diachronos]

Marcy looks in tbe direction of the gunshot.

[NeoSeraphi]

The gunshot came from the southern end of town. Marcy can't see anything from here.

[Diachronos]

Marcy runs toward the source of the noise.

[NeoSeraphi]

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Marcy arrives at the scene to find one of the soldiers on his back, pressing his hand against his chest.

Across from him, shaking in fear as she holds a stolen firearm in both hands, is Marcy's friend Kerry Simmons. Kerry and Marcy grew up together. Though Marcy is one year old than her, the two of them never had any trouble getting along. Marcy has been able to learn a lot from Kerry, especially after the younger girl's latent magical powers awoke and she started using some of her spellcasting to help the town stay in good shape.

Kerry stares at Marcy with a guilty expression. "I-I heard him...he said he killed Anoira soldiers at the border..."

Her knees are weak and she looks like she might fall over.

[Diachronos]

Marcy kneels beside Kerry and puts a hand on her shoulder. "Easy, Kerry. Let's just... take a deep breath, and put the gun down, okay?" She reaches to gently pry the firearm out of her friend's grip.

[NeoSeraphi]

Kerry hesitates, but her friend's presence does indeed calm her down and she lowers the firearm and places it on the ground.

[Diachronos]

She helps Kerry up and starts escorting her home.

[NeoSeraphi]

Marcy gets Kerry home and sits her down.

"Marcy...how could this have happened? Timaeus..."

Kerry starts to cry into her hands.

Marcy's best friend also happens to be her brother's loving fiance, and a woman who has been devoted to him since they met over ten years ago. At first, Marcy was kind of weirded out by her friend and her brother dating, but after seeing how happy the two of them made each other, she began to support their relationship. She had already gotten used to the idea of Kerry being her real sister before Timaeus left for the front lines.

[Diachronos]

Marcu hugs her. "Hey, it'll be okay. Timaeus isn't the sort to let those Milantine dogs get the better of him. He's gonna make it home, I promise."

[NeoSeraphi]

Kerry sniffs and nods slowly.

There is a banging at the door.

"Open up! That woman is going to pay for her resistance with her life!"

Kerry gasps and looks around. "Oh no! Wh-what should I do?"

Marcy glances around her kitchen. She needs a weapon. She finds a frying pan.

Improvised weapon that functions like a club for her size, so 1d6 damage with a -4 penalty on attack rolls.

[Diachronos]

Marcy grabs the frying pan. "Find a place to hide." She stands beside the door, ready to swing at the first Milantis soldier to come through.
Hit: [roll0]/[roll1]
Damage: [roll2]/[roll3]

[NeoSeraphi]

The soldier staggers back as Marcy hits him in the face. His companion raises a weapon. "Insurgence!"

Well, now she was in trouble. No way she can stay in this town anymore!

The soldier fires his weapon!

[roll0]/[roll1]
[roll2]/[roll3]

[Diachronos]

Marcy narrowly avoids the shot, and hefts her frying pan to crack the soldier who'd shot at here over the head.
Power Attack
Hit: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[NeoSeraphi]

Marcy's furious attack bludgeons her foe and he falls backwards on his back.

Kerry stands up. "Oh no...they're really going to be mad at us now, Marcella! What do we do?"

[Diachronos]

Marcy looks down at the two soldiers. "...We have to leave. If we stay they'll catch us for sure, and I wouldn't put it past them to pin the blame for all this on everybody else in Cheshire if we get caught."

[NeoSeraphi]

Kerry nods and stands up. "...Okay. Then, let me help!"

She chants a few words under her breath and spreads her arms, and then she disappears from sight. After a moment, Marcy feels a touch and the same thing happens to her. She can't see Kerry now, but no one can see her either.

[Diachronos]

Marcy feels around for Kerry's hand. "Alright, let's go. We'll head for the capital, hopefully we can make it there before the Milantine forces can."

[NeoSeraphi]

"The capital? But...we don't have any supplies, or weapons, or food..."

Kerry reaches around for a moment and disarms the two soldiers.

Marcy feels a gun pushed into her hands.

Marcy is given a pistol. She is not proficient with it. The pistol has six rounds left in the chamber.

[Diachronos]

Marcy sticks the pistol into her pocket, and holds onto the frying pan as she heads out with Kerry. "We'll just have to pick up food and supplies along the way."

[NeoSeraphi]

The two of them start to make their way towards the eastern end of town. As they sneak past the imperial troops, they see women being held up and forced to part with their hard-grown crops and freshly collected water. It seems like Vali intends to drain this place of all its resources in order to keep her men well-fed and cared for.

She even sees two soldiers moving some furniture into her home. It looks like they'll be squatting there for a while. That nixes any ideas she might have had of returning to fetch her things.

Kerry bites her lip as the two of them reach the edge of town.

"That's all...I could do," she whispers.

The spell dissipates. The two of them appear right in the middle of everyone, and Vali drops her jaw.

"Oh, you two! Now I'm pissed!"

It's a fight!

Vali initiative: [roll0]

Kerry initiative: [roll1]

[Diachronos]

Crap. Marcy grabs the pistol from her pocket.
[roll0]

[NeoSeraphi]

Vali leaps forward with a solid punch to Marcy's jaw.

[roll0]
[roll1]

Marcy needs to make a DC 14 Fortitude save or be stunned for 1 round.

[Diachronos]

Marcy is stunned.

[NeoSeraphi]

Kerry hesitates. She's not sure what to do. She throws a ball of mud in Vali's face!

[roll0]

Vali winces and tries to wipe the muck out of her eyes.

Reflex save to avoid blindness: [roll1]
Attack on Marcy: [roll2]
Blindness miss chance (1-50 misses): [roll3]
Damage: [roll4]

[Diachronos]

Marcy grabs the frying pan and takes a swing at Vali.
Hit: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[NeoSeraphi]

Vali takes a step back and grimaces. "You damn...what do you think you're going to accomplish? Running around swinging kitchen utensils at trained soldiers? Just go back to your home and start making dinner for my men like a good girl, and I'll forget all this happened. I'll even pardon your stupid friend for shooting a man in cold blood if you stand down."

She sweeps Marcy's leg.

Vali doesn't have Improved Trip, but Marcy doesn't threaten an area with an improvised weapon, so no AoO anyway.

[roll0]

[Diachronos]

Marcy avoids the sweep. "You expect me to believe that you'll pardon us?" She takes another swing with the frying pan.
Hit: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[NeoSeraphi]

The woman steps back, narrowly avoiding the attack. "...No, I don't expect you to think that. But I was hoping to end this quickly."

Kerry finishes chanting. Marcy gasps as she suddenly bulks up, growing much larger.

+2 Str, -1 Attack rolls, -1 AC for size, club is now 1d8

Vali braces herself for Marcy's attack.

[Diachronos]

Marcy snarls and swings at Vali.
Hit:[roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[NeoSeraphi]

Vali avoids the attack and rushes forward to try and punish her advances.

[roll0]
[roll1]

[Diachronos]

Marcy takes another swing.
Hit:[roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[NeoSeraphi]

Vali staggers back.

Kerry takes a shot with her pistol!

[roll0]
[roll1]

[Diachronos]

Marcy keeps up her assault!
Hit: [roll0]/[roll1]
Damage: [roll2]/[roll3]

[NeoSeraphi]

The half-orc collapses under Marcy's attacks.

Kerry doesn't waste any time. She rushes forward and drags Marcy with her. The two of them run out onto the road.


They run and they run until they run out of breath. After that, they start to walk. Marcy keeps them close enough to the road that they know where they're going, but far enough off of it that they can avoid being seen. More soldiers pass by them, heading towards their quiet little hamlet. What is going to happen to Anoira?

The two of them finally make camp after a while, with little provisions to keep them safe.

Perception or Survival to try and gather food or find a place to rest.

[Diachronos]

Figuring that staying hidden is more important than staying fed at the moment, Marcy looks around for a place that they can sleep in without getting found.
Survival: [roll0]
Perception: [roll1]

[NeoSeraphi]

As Marcy looks around, she finds a small clearing...and a stranger.

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It appears to be a man in battle fatigues. He's missing an eye and carrying a rifle with him.

Marcy starts to tense up, before she realizes there's a glint of blue on the ground. That's...that's an Anoira flag packed in with his other things.

So, did he steal that flag from someone he killed? Or...is he an Anoira soldier?

[Diachronos]

Marcy lowers her makeshift weapon as she approaches the man, making sure to keep a safe distance. "Hey, there."

[NeoSeraphi]

The man jolts up, but as he sees her fairer skin, he relaxes. "Oh. An Anoiran."

He lowers his weapon and sets it down next to him. "You look like you've been through hell. Do you want a potion?"

He reaches into his bag and pulls out a healing serum.

[Diachronos]

Marcy shakes her head. "No, I'm fine. But thanks." She looks down at the flag. "Are you hiding from the Milantis army too?"

[NeoSeraphi]

The man frowns. "Oh...Yeah. I came back here to deliver word of Anoira's defeat to Captain Marshal's wife, but when I got close I saw the empire had already managed to move into the town. Seems like I wasn't fast enough."

It probably is pretty hard to move at normal speed when you only have one eye.

[Diachronos]

"Yeah... my friend and I got a front-row view of them moving in. It's hard enough being robbed of our food and homes, but they had the nerve to set Captain Marshal's home on fire with his daughter still inside!"

[NeoSeraphi]

The soldier stands up suddenly, his eye widening. "What? Those bastards! I'll kill them!"

Oh. Oops. She probably should have mentioned that the girl was saved.

[Diachronos]

"Easy, easy! She got rescued, and aside from a few bumps and bruises she's just fine."

[NeoSeraphi]

The man relaxes. "Oh. Well, good. Whoever rescued her, I'll be sure to thank her personally."

He looks up at Marcy. "So, what are you doing on the road?"

[Diachronos]

"I live... or lived, I guess, in Cheshire. My friend and I got into trouble with the Milantines and had to run."

[NeoSeraphi]

The man nods. "You have other family? A place to go, somewhere you can stay for a while?"

[Diachronos]

"No... just my brother Timaeus, and he was on the front lines trying to keep Anoira safe when this all started."

[NeoSeraphi]

The soldier looks forlorn. "Timaeus, eh? Never heard of him. He was probably in a different division. But I'm sorry for your loss."

He nods. "Here, you and your friend are welcome to sleep here for the night. I'll take care of any soldiers who find you, and you can have something hot to eat."

[Diachronos]

"Thanks." She heads to find Kerry.

[NeoSeraphi]

Kerry looks lost as she tries to put up a makeshift tent with some leaves and sticks.

[Diachronos]

Marcy brings Kerry back to the campsite and starts helping her set up a place for them to sleep.

[NeoSeraphi]

The soldier watches the two of them curiously for a bit.

"Well then. You have no family. No house. No destination, it would seem. What is your plan?" he asks Marcy.

[Diachronos]

Marcy shrugs. "I guess all we can really do is head for the capital and warn everybody about the army that's coming."

[NeoSeraphi]

"By yourselves? You realize that you will have to fight your way to get there, don't you?" the soldier asks.

[Diachronos]

"Yes, but what other choice do we have?"

[NeoSeraphi]

The soldier thinks for a moment, and nods. "That's fair. In that case, please take this."

He reaches into his bag and pulls out a halberd.

The weapon he gives her is a +1 flaming halberd.

[Diachronos]

Marcy takes the halberd and examines it. "Are you sure? This looks like a pretty expensive weapon..."

[NeoSeraphi]

The man nods. "Trust me, after everything I've been through, I'm done fighting. The Empire has won. Now I have to try and live with that."

He sounds tired, depressed, and lonely.

[Diachronos]

Marcy tightens her grip on the halberd. "No, they haven't. They've won the battle, not the war."

[NeoSeraphi]

The man stares at her. ". . . What do you mean? There are no soldiers left, Miss."

[Diachronos]

"There's two soldiers sitting in this clearing. Maybe three." She glances at Kerry, then back at the soldier. "It's not a lot, I know, but how many soldiers does it take to do a precision hit-and-run attack?"

[NeoSeraphi]

Kerry looks scared, but she nods. She's doing her best for her love.

The soldier shakes his head. "Even if I had any fight left in me, I would only count as half a soldier with this wound. If you're trying to do guerilla warfare, three is probably a solid number."

[Diachronos]

Marcy nods. It's apparent that he has no more interest in fighting.

[NeoSeraphi]

The man lays down for the night, leaving Kerry and Marcy to talk safely.

[Diachronos]

Marcy lies down on the grass. "...How are you holding up, Kerry?"

[NeoSeraphi]

Kerry looks at the ground. "The way he describes it, it sounds like your brother might be -"

[Diachronos]

"He's not. I know Timaeus is alive. He's out there, biding his time for the right moment to strike back."

[NeoSeraphi]

The younger girl nods. "Okay. So, after we reach the capital, where will we go? We don't have a place to stay, and only a little money."

[Diachronos]

Marcy considers their lack of options. "I guess we'll have to find something to do for work in town after we warn everybody. It won't be much, but if we can at least get a roof over our heads that'll be a good start."

[NeoSeraphi]

Kerry nods and looks over at the sleeping soldier. "What about him? Are you going to ask him to come with us, or are we just going to leave in the morning?"

Marcy realizes that she and the man haven't even introduced themselves to each other yet.

[Diachronos]

"We'll invite him along. Even if he's not interested in continuing the fight, he's still an Anoiras soldier, and if Milantis troops find him he's going to be captured or killed."

[NeoSeraphi]

Kerry looks at the man and then lowers her gaze. "I wonder if he left behind a family as well?" she asks, sounding like she might cry.

Marcy hadn't thought of that. The man might be married, or have kids for all she knows.

[Diachronos]

Marcy sits up and hugs Kerry. "Hey... everything's going to turn out okay. I promise."

[NeoSeraphi]

The two girls go to sleep.

In the morning, Marcy awakens to find the soldier tearing his shirt into pieces to form a tourniquet. Two Milantine soldiers lay unconscious in the clearing, and the Anoiran soldier has several bullet holes in his flank.

[Diachronos]

Marcy jumps up to help him with his wounds. "Are you alright?!"

[NeoSeraphi]

The man frowns. "I'm...fine." He winces as he tries to push one spot together, and Marcy can see the bullet is still inside.

If Marcy wants to take over here, she can make a Heal check. But if she misses the DC by more than 5, she inflicts more damage by botching her care.

[Diachronos]

Marcy considers helping him out, but she knows next to nothing about medicine or treating injuries. Fearing that she'll just make things worse, she settles for helping him hold the dressing in place while he secures it. "We've got to get you to a healer or a doctor, and quickly."

[NeoSeraphi]

"What? Why do you care? You don't even know me," the man protests.

[Diachronos]

"You're right, I don't. But I'm not the sort to just ignore a fellow Anoiran in need."

[NeoSeraphi]

The man hesitates, and then nods after a moment.

"There may be a healer in the next town."

[Diachronos]

Marcy nods. "...I'm Marcy. My friend over there is Kerry."

[NeoSeraphi]

The man straightens up. "I'm Grayson Fullbuster. I live in Stonebrook, about three days towards the capital from here."

[Diachronos]

"Nice to meet you, Grayson." She holds out her hand.

[NeoSeraphi]

Grayson shakes her hand and the two of them set out on the road.

Between his missing eye and his severe injuries, Grayson likely can't fight anymore. Marcy will have to protect her group on her own.

[Diachronos]

Marcy takes a minute to salvage what she can from the soldiers (assuming Grayson hasn't already done so), and sets out with them. She keeps an eye out for some sturdy branches that Grayson could possibly use to help support his weight as they walk.
[roll0]

[NeoSeraphi]

Marcy finds a pouch containing 6 silver and 2 copper, as well as a masterwork breastplate and a couple of pistols. Unless she wants to dual wield, the pistols don't mean much, but each of them has another six shots in the chamber, giving her more ammunition.

Kerry does her best to keep Grayson on his feet as the group moves forward. However, it isn't long before Marcy spots trouble. Another pair of imperial soldiers on horseback, leading some kind of caravan.

[Diachronos]

Marcy puts on the breastplate.

"Dammit... Come on, let's get off the road." As they move off the road, she takes a closer look to see if they might be able to handle the caravan's guardsd.

[NeoSeraphi]

The group does their best to hide.

Marcy sees two soldiers and what looks like a few aristocrats. There may be something worth stealing from these people if she chances a fight.

[Diachronos]

She frowns and turns to Kerry and Grayson. "What do you think? Do either of you recognize their emblems?"

[NeoSeraphi]

Kerry looks confused, but Grayson nods. "That is Prince Taylor and his mother, the Queen Regent of Anoira. I wonder why they are inside of an imperial vanguard?"

[Diachronos]

"Wait, are you telling me that that tiny caravan, with only two guards, is escorting the Queen and Prince of our homeland?" Something doesn't add up about this... "I'm going out there, maybe they can tell us what's going on."

[NeoSeraphi]

The two soldiers raise their blades as Marcy approaches. "Halt! You will not take another step!"

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[Diachronos]

Marcy holds up her hands to show she doesn't mean them any harm. "This area is dangerous, I merely wanted to warn the Queen Regent and the Prince."

[NeoSeraphi]

The woman narrows her eyes. "These two are our prisoners. They will remain in my custody until their execution date. Now get out of my sight. I do not wish to stain my sword with the blood of some civilian."

[Diachronos]

Marcy narrows her eyes as well, and grabs her halberd to attack.
Hit: [roll0]/[roll1]
Damage: [roll2]/[roll3]
Flaming: [roll4] fire

[NeoSeraphi]

The woman gasps in shock as the attack strikes her.

"Fool! Do you know who I am? I am Kina Sherie, one of the four great Generals of the Milantine Army! You shall cower before my might!"

Kina's initiative: [roll0]
Soldier's initiative: [roll1]
Kerry's initative: [roll2]
Grayson's iniatitive: [roll3]

[Diachronos]

"I don't think so!"
[roll0]
Marcy launches another attack!
25 to hit, 10 damage plus 4 fire damage

[NeoSeraphi]

The woman leaps off her horse and raises her sword. She attacks Marcy!

[roll0]/[roll1]
[roll2]/[roll3]


Her companion moves behind Marcy to cut off her escape!

Kerry throws a ball of mud into Kina's eyes!

Grayson takes a shaky shot with his rifle!

Kerry touch attack: [roll4]

Grayson's attack (nat 1 he hits Marcy instead): [roll5]/[roll6]
[roll7]/[roll8]

[Diachronos]

Marcy makes a wide swing, attempting to hit both foes.
Cleave
Hit vs Kina: [roll0]/[roll1]
Damage: [roll2]/[roll3]
Flaming: [roll4]

Hit vs soldier if Kina is hit: [roll5]/[roll6]
Damage: [roll7]/[roll8]
Flaming: [roll9]

[NeoSeraphi]

Kina and the soldier both take a heavy hit. The swordsmistress repositions and tries to swing again!

[roll0]/[roll1]
[roll2]/[roll3]

From inside the caravan, Marcy hears a voice.

"Young lady, who would offer aid to a stranger. Stand tall, and fear no evil."

Marcy feels a strange power welling inside her!

Marcy gains Fast Healing 5!

The soldier behind her attacks her as well.

[roll4]/[roll5]
[roll6]/[roll7]

Kerry tries to help Grayson aim a bit truer.

Aid another: [roll8]

Grayson takes a shot, this time with the intent of scaring the soldier's horse!

[roll9] (+2 if the aid another succeeds)

The horse rears back, throwing its rider off and running away.

[Diachronos]

Marcy lays into Kina with all her might!
Power Attack
Hit: [roll0]/[roll1]
Damage: [roll2]/[roll3]
Flaming: [roll4]

[NeoSeraphi]

Kina takes a step back, stunned by her attack.

"I can't...I can't afford to waste any more time here."

She grimaces and looks back at the caravan, before jumping on her horse and riding away, leaving both her prisoners and her ally behind.

[Diachronos]

Marcy puts the blade of her weapon to the abandoned Milantine soldier's throat. "Drop your weapon."
[roll0]

[NeoSeraphi]

The helmed soldier complies, and raises theirs hands.

As the healing power in Marcy stitches together her last wounds, she feels it dissipate.

Once her Fast Healing gets her back to full HP, it vanishes.

[Diachronos]

Marcy looks over at Grayson and Kerry. "Can you check on the Queen and the Prince?"

[NeoSeraphi]

Grayson kneels down, looking like he needs to rest.

Kerry heads over to the caravan and opens it up. She finds a regal-looking woman and a boy about Marcy's age, tied up.

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[Diachronos]

Marcy glares at the guard. "Why were they being taken to be executed?"

[NeoSeraphi]

The soldier shakes his head. "I'll never tell you anything, Anoiran swine! Long live the empire!"

[Diachronos]

"Then I guess you're nothing but dead weight to us now."
[roll0]

[NeoSeraphi]

The boy gulps. "Wait! Okay...look, the plan was never to execute them. Just capture them, announce we were executing them, and use that to ransom better terms of surrender from your king."

[Diachronos]

"That's better..." She picks up the young man's weapon and turns to the wagon, still keeping her halberd pointed at the Milantis soldier. "Your Majesty, are you unharmed?"

[NeoSeraphi]

The woman emerges, a picture of radiance and beauty.

"Indeed, I am very well. As is my son. And I suppose we have you to thank for our freedom?"

She smiles and waves a hand. Grayson's wounds immediately heal up and the soldier stands tall for the first time since dawn.

[Diachronos]

Marcy nods and bows. "Yes, Your Majesty."

[NeoSeraphi]

"Rise, child. This is a time of war. There is no need for formalities, or titles. I fear I am only as useful to you as my strength and magic may provide. I am Laura, and this is my son Taylor. If you agree to help us reach the capital safely, we shall both follow your lead with no regard for rank or status. And I assure you, there will be a reward in it for you."

[Diachronos]

Marcy straightens up. "O-of course, Your... er, Laura."

[NeoSeraphi]

The queen nods with a smile. "Taylor, dear, do say something. The young lady rescued you from death."

She turns to her half-orc son, who towers over her and everyone else here. Marcy is probably the shortest of the group, and she stares up at the nearly seven foot tall teenager as he approaches.

". . .Thanks," he says simply, after nearly a minute's pause.

[Diachronos]

Marcy smiles. "Don't mention it." She retrieves the ropes that had been used to tie up the prince, and uses them to secure the defeated soldier.

[NeoSeraphi]

Laura smiles and claps her hands together. "I don't suppose we could trouble you for a bit of food, dear? Taylor would never admit it, but it's been oh so long since he's eaten and he's probably starving right now."

The half-orc remains silent, though his brow creases with irritation.

"Also, if you have any weapons with which we might defend ourselves, we would be grateful. My son is rather fond of axes, particularly two handed axes. And I can make any shot with a bow."

[Diachronos]

Marcy shows them the weapons she's collected on their journey. "I'm afraid this is all we have to work with."

[NeoSeraphi]

Laura picks up one of the spare pistols and loads a few bullets in the chamber.

Subtract 5 bullets from your ammunition

Taylor glances over everything. His eyes linger on Marcy's halberd, but he shakes his head and remains silent.

Kerry looks around. "We can probably scrounge up some food if we-"

Laura waves her hand. "Please, allow us! It's the least we can do to thank you for saving us. Come along, Taylor. Let's get breakfast for everyone."

The prince nods silently.

[Diachronos]

"I'm not sure going off like that is a good idea. There could be more Milantis patrols around."

[NeoSeraphi]

Laura pauses. "Well, we're happy to trust your judgment, dear. But we do need to eat something."

[Diachronos]

"That's true... Alright. You and Taylor search in one direction, I'll search the other. Between all of us we're sure to find something."
[roll0]

[NeoSeraphi]

The group starts to spread out and look around.

After a few minutes, they reunite. Marcy has managed to kill a buck, which will provide enough meat for everyone in the group for the rest of the day.

Taylor and Laura found some wild carrots, which look safe to eat.

Kerry has collected water.

[Diachronos]

Marcy smiles. "Alright! It's nothing fancy, but it'll do for today. Good work, everyone!"

[NeoSeraphi]

The group gathers together to eat for a moment.

Counting the prisoner, Marcy's list of little known allies has expanded from 1 to 4. She also has Kerry with her, and the girl could probably use some company.

Who will she try to strike up a conversation with during lunch?

[Diachronos]

Marcy looks at Laura. "How did the Milantine soldiers end up capturing the two of you?"

[NeoSeraphi]

The queen frowns. "That woman, Kina, she wasn't fighting you at her full capacity. When she suddenly arrived at our summer home in Balathe, we were caught completely off-guard. Taylor did his best to crush her in a duel, but her finesse proved to be too much for his brute strength, and we were overwhelmed soon after."

The half-orc looks down at his plate, shame evident on his face.

[Diachronos]

Marcy nods slowly. "I don't get it, though... why would she hold back when someone was trying to rescue you?"

[NeoSeraphi]

Laura chuckles. "She wouldn't, if she could help it. Though she managed to defeat Taylor in the long run, she didn't escape unscathed. Her perfect defense strategy won't function as long as one of her legs is in a splint."

Her leg was in a splint? She moved so fast, Marcy didn't even notice! That's what that woman can do when she's got a serious injury?

[Diachronos]

Marcy stares in shock, before turning to Taylor. "You must be an amazing warrior to be able to stand up to Kina at her full strength."

[NeoSeraphi]

Taylor looks away.

"Sorry, please forgive my son. He finds our language a bit...coarse," Laura explains. "His mood would probably improve quite a bit if you spoke to him in Orcish, but I assume you don't know the language. Honestly, I'm sure he doesn't mean to be rude."

[Diachronos]

"It's alright."

[NeoSeraphi]

Taylor frowns, and then looks deliberately at Marcy and takes a breath.

"I am...not strong. Father...is strong."

[Diachronos]

"He must be, if he's leading this country."

[NeoSeraphi]

Taylor snarls and clenches his fist.

Laura shushes him. "She meant nothing by it."

...Oh, in retrospect, that might actually sound like an insult seeing as the country has just lost a war.

The group finishes their lunch and sets out.

Kerry walks close to Marcy. "Um...we might want to try and find some disguises for the two of them in the next town..."

[Diachronos]

"Right. I'll see what I can turn up."

[NeoSeraphi]

After another two hours of walking, the group finds themselves in the small village of Mercee. There is little here, other than a farm and an abbey where the local preacher tends to his flock.

[Diachronos]

Marcy frowns when she sees how tiny the village is. They likely won't have much they can make use of here... and even what little would be useful to the group is probably beyond what the villagers could afford to give up.

"Let's rest at the abbey for now, we can ask who we can talk to about supplies and disguises while we're there."

[NeoSeraphi]

The group heads into the abbey, where they find Father Mayev. Father Mayev is a friend of the family, he officiated Marcy's parents' wedding and is Marcy and Timaeus's godfather.

[Diachronos]

Marcy smiles at the priest. "Father Mayev, it's good to see you again."

[NeoSeraphi]

The priest smiles at Marcy. "Ah, young Marcella! It's been so long since we last saw each other. You've grown more beautiful each day!"

He hugs her and pats her on the head. It's the kind of embrace that only family can give, and Marcy can't help but feel some of her fear and anxiety ease itself.

[Diachronos]

Marcy hugs him back. "I'm glad you're okay..."

[NeoSeraphi]

The preacher bows politely to the queen, who quickly dismisses him.

"Right now, I am not royalty. I am only worth whatever Marcy says I am," she explains.

[Diachronos]

"They were captured, but we were able to rescue them. Right now we're trying to reach the capital without drawing too much attention."

[NeoSeraphi]

Mayev nods. "The Empire has no power here. You will be safe here. Please stay the night✓."

[Diachronos]

"Thank you, Father." She turns to their prisoner. "We've sparer you so far. Don't give me a reason to stop."

[NeoSeraphi]

The prisoner freezes, and sits down looking guilty.

Kerry and Laura sit down for a rest, guarding the prisoner.

Taylor heads outside.

Grayson goes into Mayev's office with him.

Where will Marcy go?

[Diachronos]

Marcy follows Mayev and Grayson, figuring this might be the best chance they have to ask about supplies.

[NeoSeraphi]

Grayson is pointing on a map and describing several areas where the army was outflanked while Mayev nods sincerely and frowns. "If we are to retake the West Bank, we will need at least fifty men..."

[Diachronos]

"Hopefully they have that many to spare at the capital, then." Marcy closes the door behind her to give the three of them some privacy. "I'm sorry to interrupt, Father, but... could I trouble you with a request?"

[NeoSeraphi]

Mayev looks surprised. "Of course, Marcella. Anything you want."

[Diachronos]

"My companions and I are heading to the capital to warn the king of the Milantine forces. I was hoping that we might be able to obtain some supplies for the road. Food, medical supplies, disguises for the Queen and Prince... anything that could be spared without depriving the village of what they need."

[NeoSeraphi]

The preacher considers things.

"I can't give you much. But if you speak to the man in charge of the farm, I'm sure he'll give you some food."

[Diachronos]

"I'll have a talk with him, then. Is there anything that we can do to help the village out while we're here?"

[NeoSeraphi]

"Word in town is that a young girl has gone missing in the woods. You could try and help find her."

[Diachronos]

"Alright. Where does her family live?"

[NeoSeraphi]

"It's a house with a white roof at the end of the block."

[Diachronos]

Marcy nods and leaves Grayson and Mayev to their conversation. She stops to let everybody know where she's going; first to the home of the missing girl, then to the farmer.

[NeoSeraphi]

The group thanks her for her warning and waves her out.

Outside, Marcy finds Taylor on his hands and knees, scooping dirt out of the ground. He seems to be digging for some reason.

[Diachronos]

Marcy walks over to him. "What are you looking for?"

[NeoSeraphi]

Taylor stands up and shakes his head.

"Not look. . . Ritual. Bury something. . . important. Gods take. . . reward with good fortune. A sacrifice for a blessing."

[Diachronos]

"I see... I hope they give you a grand blessing and reward in return for your offering." She gives him a polite bow, hoping that this time her words won't come across as insulting.

[NeoSeraphi]

Taylor looks surprised.

"You want...me strong?" he asks, confused.

[Diachronos]

"Of course. You're the prince of Anoira, and a symbol of hope for all of us."

[NeoSeraphi]

Taylor thinks about that for a moment, and then nods.

"I try...harder," he says.

[Diachronos]

"And I'll try harder too." She smiles at him and goes to speak with the parents of the missing girl.

[NeoSeraphi]

Marcy knocks on the door and a gruff man opens it, pointing a shotgun right at her chest. "Damn Milantine dogs! I'll kill every last...huh?"

He looks around, then looks down, spotting Marcy. "What the...an Anoiran girl?"

The man tosses the gun aside quickly. "Sorry little one! Didn't mean to scare you or nothin'! You ain't from around these parts, eh? I can tell. Must be a refugee, fleeing the invasion no doubt. What's your name?"

[Diachronos]

"I'm Marcy, from Cheshire. Sorry, I had to scavenge this armor off a Milantine soldier. Father Mayev said that your daughter has gone missing?"

[NeoSeraphi]

The man frowns. "Oh, yes. I'm half-scared to death over that! Little Yvette just kind of wandered off on her own earlier. Not unusual, she does that from time to time, but then we heard the horses. Lots of soldiers marching towards Cheshire. And she hasn't been home. I want to go out and look for her, but I'm scared for what will happen if she comes back to the house and I'm not here."

[Diachronos]

Marcy nods. "I'll see what I can find out for you. What does Yvette look like? And where does she usually go when she wanders off?"

[NeoSeraphi]

The man shows her a picture. Yyvette looks like a six year old girl with black hair and big eyes.

"She likes to play in the woods. She usually chases rabbits or squirrels when she can."

[Diachronos]

She takes a little time to memorize Yvette's appearance. "Thanks. I'll get the search started right away."

[NeoSeraphi]

Marcy discusses the situation with her group. Grayson, being an active soldier, is the one who has the most experience searching out in the wilderness, so he goes with her and the two of them spread out and start looking for tracks or any sign of Yvette.

Survival: [roll0]

[Diachronos]

Marcy sets out on her search.
[roll0]

[NeoSeraphi]

Marcy's search is incredibly successful!

She finds Yvette, lying on the ground and crying. It looks like the girl fell from a tree and sprained her ankle. She's sobbing and calling for help. She can't stand up on her own.

[Diachronos]

Marcy approaches the girl. "Yvette? My name's Marcy, your daddy asked me to come and find you."

[NeoSeraphi]

The girl sniffs and looks up at Marcy. "I-I'm not supposta talk to strangers..."

[Diachronos]

"That's okay, you don't need to talk. Here, can I see your ankle? Please?"

[NeoSeraphi]

Yvette looks confused, but she sticks her leg out slowly. It looks bruised and swollen. Must be really painful. She's been crying, obviously.

[Diachronos]

Marcy frowns. "Grayson, how good are you at first aid?"

[NeoSeraphi]

Grayson shakes his head. "Not good enough to risk it on a child. We should bring Father Mayev to her and have him heal her."

[Diachronos]

Marcy nods. "We can't leave her out here alone, though. You go on ahead, I'll wait here and make sure nothing happens to her."

[NeoSeraphi]

Grayson agrees.

A bit of time later, Father Mayev returns and heals Yvette's leg. She happily sits on Marcy's shoulders as they walk back.

When the two are reunited, Yvette's father tears up. "My little girl...thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me."

He looks around. "I can't offer you much but...this was her mother's. I hope you accept it as a token of our appreciation."

The farmer gives Marcy a fine cocktail dress!

The dress is black, low cut, and slimming. While wearing it, Marcy gets a +4 bonus on Charisma-based skill checks other than Disguise or Use Magic Device, but she receives a -4 penalty on Stealth checks and Disguise checks as she draws everyone's attention to her.

[Diachronos]

Marcy accepts the dress. "Thank you. I'll be sure to take good care of it, sir."

She waves goodbye to the two of them, and heads to speak with the farmer that Mayev had told her about.

[NeoSeraphi]

The farmer smiles as Marcy shows up at his large cattle ranch.

"I heard from Father Mayev. Sounds like you went and rescued little Yvette, didn't you? What can I do for our town's heroine? You need food? Take as much as you like. It won't keep long, but I bet I can outfit your company for a week easily."

[Diachronos]

Marcy nods. "Yes. We were hoping to get some supplies for our trip to the capital. Food, medical herbs, maybe some spare clothing that two of our group could use for disguises."

[NeoSeraphi]

The farmer shakes his head. "All I can give you is food, little lady, but you'll have it. There's a town about a day north of here, shouldn't take you too far away from your route towards the capital, but if you get there, there's a young lady you should speak to. Name's Raven. She'll probably help you out."

[Diachronos]

"Right. I'll stop by to see her. Thanks for your help, sir." She gathers up as much food as she can, but makes sure to not take more than the farmer can spare. That should be enough to get them to a larger city, at least.

[NeoSeraphi]

They sleep for the night, and the group heads out the next day.

She has some time to kill, so she might as well make conversation with one of her companions.

[Diachronos]

Marcy figures there isn't much point in talking to Taylor right now due to the language barrier, but makes a note to speak with him later once she can communicate more easily with him. She turns her attention to their prisoner. "So... what's your name?"

[NeoSeraphi]

The prisoner looks up at Marcy.

". . . It's Fenris. Fenris Alvantis," he mutters after a moment. "I was a schoolteacher in Milantis."

[Diachronos]

"...A schoolteacher. You're a teacher, and you're fighting in the war."

[NeoSeraphi]

Fenris nods. "Of course! General Kina is a celebrity in the Empire. When she asked me to join her regiment, I could only gasp at the honor and happily accept. I have served her, faithfully, for six years. And now...we have won."

[Diachronos]

"Yes, your general asked you to join her personally... and then she just abandoned you the moment it looked like she was in trouble."

[NeoSeraphi]

Fenris glowers and struggles against the ropes holding him. "I am expendable! She is far more important. She did what she should have done, for the glory of the Empire!"

[Diachronos]

Marcy grabs him by the scruff of his neck. "Well, she expended you. Now you're in our hands. Why is Milantis even trying to invade Anoira to begin with?"

[NeoSeraphi]

Fenris averts his gaze. "That's...! It's because..."

Laura looks over at Marcy. "The Milantines have always been primary importers of natural resources. Their land is rather barren and thus they have spent most of their wealth on developing technology and becoming conquerors. However, their population has expanded beyond what they can reasonably sustain through imports. So now, they plan to take control of the Anoiran farms and turn their owners into slaves that produce a surplus of food for the Milantine people for free."

[Diachronos]

Marcy grits her teeth, furious that her homeland was being targeted for slavery. She gives Fenris a shake. "Maybe you're worthless to Kina, but you've got value to us. If nothing else your knowledge is a valuable asset."

[NeoSeraphi]

Fenris sighs. "Whatever. Are you done? Can you let me go now?"

Marcy briefly wonders if this man has seen Timaeus.

[Diachronos]

"Not yet. I'm... looking for someone. An Anoiran soldier named Timaeus. Have you seen or heard of him?"

[NeoSeraphi]

Fenris narrows his eyes. "Oh? Him. Yes, I know him. He was engaged in battle with General Goan. I don't know the outcome, but facing such a powerful enemy alone, he surely is rotting at the bottom of a trench right now."

[Diachronos]

Fenris' absent dismissal hits a nerve with Marcy; prisoner or not, she still gives in to the urge to punch the man square in the nose. "Where. Is. My. Brother?!"

[NeoSeraphi]

Fenris howls with pain and tries to rub the wounded area, but he is tied up.

Kerry gasps in shock, looking at Marcy with disbelief and worry, while Grayson grabs her fist as she pulls back and shakes his head, pushing it down towards her side.

Fenris glares at her. "I'll never tell you anything!"

[Diachronos]

Marcy snarls and tries to tug her hand free of Grayson's grip, but after a few seconds she reigns herself in. "...Keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn't try to slip away. I'm going to scout ahead." She storms off down the trail ahead of the rest of the group.

[NeoSeraphi]

Grayson grabs onto Fenris and holds him still, looking angry.

Kerry watches Marcy go and looks upset, but unsure of what to do.

However, Taylor walks up behind her. He follows right behind Marcy, and no matter how fast Marcy charges ahead, he keeps up with her pace. After a few minutes, the two of them are walking ahead, alone.

[Diachronos]

Marcy finally stops walking. "...Are you going to say anything, Taylor?"

[NeoSeraphi]

He speaks in Orcish for a few moments, before stopping and clearing his throat.

Unlike before, when he speaks, it is at the same pace and with the same level of mastery that Laura displays. It does seem to be hurting him, though.

"You are angry. When you are angry, you make mistakes. You cannot fight well when you are angry. I will protect you, while you are angry."

[Diachronos]

Marcy sighs. "I see... thanks." She leans against a tree. "I'm sorry, I just... I've been trying to find out what happened to my brother for a while now, after I stopped getting letters from him. And now that Milantis broke through the front lines and invaded, I... I'm starting to worry that he might be..."

[NeoSeraphi]

Taylor cuts her off. "Stand," he says, back to his usual way of speaking.

"No kneel...stand. Walk. No find...brother...if no stand and no walk."

[Diachronos]

Marcy stares at him, not quite sure of what he means. Regardless, she nods and straightens up.

[NeoSeraphi]

An arrow flies out between them and lands in the tree that Marcy was just leaning against.

Taylor snorts and raises his fists angrily as three dwarves with the Milantis insignia on their armor start to surround them.

[Diachronos]

Marcy jumps and hefts her halberd. Y'know, just saying 'enemies, look out' would've worked...

[NeoSeraphi]

The dwarves attack!

Longbow against Marcy: [roll0]/[roll1]
[roll2]/[roll3]

Battle Axe against Marcy: [roll4]/[roll5]
[roll6]/[roll7]

Earthbreaker against Marcy: [roll8]/[roll9]
[roll10]/[roll11]

[Diachronos]

Marcy avoids the arrow and axe, but gets hit by the hammer. She makes a wide swing, aiming at the two nearest dwarves.
Cleave
Vs Axe Dwarf: [roll0]/[roll1]
Damage: [roll2]/[roll3]
Flaming: [roll4]

Vs Earthbreaker Dwarf: [roll5]/[roll6]
Damage: [roll7]/[roll8]
Flaming: [roll9]

[NeoSeraphi]

Marcy misses the axe dwarf, but the earthbreaker dwarf takes a big hit.

Taylor dives onto the bow dwarf, preventing him from taking aim as the half-orc pummels him.

Attack: [roll0]/[roll1]
[roll2]/[roll3]

[roll4]/[roll5]
[roll6]/[roll7]


The two melee dwarves attack Marcy again!

[roll8]/[roll9]
[roll10]/[roll11]

[roll12]/[roll13]
[roll14]/[roll15]

[Diachronos]

The dwarf with the axe manages to hit her with her open stance, but she still blocks the earthbreaker. Marcy retaliates with another wild swing!
Cleave
Vs Axe Dwarf: [roll0]/[roll1]
Damage: [roll2]/[roll3]
Flaming: [roll4]

Vs Earthbreaker Dwarf: [roll5]/[roll6]
Damage: [roll7]/[roll8]
Flaming: [roll9]

[NeoSeraphi]

This time, she manages to hit the axe-wielding dwarf, but misses the earthbreaker dwarf.

Taylor tries to finish off the bow dwarf while the other two dwarves check Marcy in the face.

[roll0]/[roll1]
[roll2]/[roll3]

[roll4]/[roll5]
[roll6]/[roll7]

The two dwarves are flanking and using Coordinated Maneuvers for a +2 bonus each.

Disarm attempt (earthbreaker): [roll8]

Disarm attempt (battle axe): [roll9]

They both provoke an attack of opportunity, but Marcy only has one AOO per round.

[Diachronos]

Marcy aims a swing at the dwarf with the axe!
AoO to attack the axe dwarf: [roll0]/[roll1]
Damage: [roll2]/[roll3]
Flaming: [roll4]

[NeoSeraphi]

The axe dwarf passes out!

The earthbreaker dwarf knocks the halberd out of Marcy's hands!

[Diachronos]

Marcy is disarmed, but she grabs the dwarf's dropped axe and swings with it!
Picking up the axe provokes an AoO. Assuming the axe is a normal axe

Hit: [roll0]/[roll1]
Damage: [roll2]/[roll3]

[NeoSeraphi]

Marcy takes a blow as she swings and knocks out the second dwarf!

[roll0]/[roll1]
[roll2]/[roll3]

Taylor finishes off the bow dwarf!

[Diachronos]

Marcy hands the axe to Taylor, retrieves her halberd, and looks around for any signs of more soldiers approaching.
[roll0]

[NeoSeraphi]

It looks like they're alone in the clearing for now.

The group behind them catches up.

"Are you two alright?" Kerry asks, looking at Marcy worriedly.

[Diachronos]

"Yeah... a bit banged up, but we're alive at least." She searches the dwarves for anything that they could salvage.

[NeoSeraphi]

Laura smiles as Marcy picks up the bow.

She also finds some arrows and a quiver, an earthbreaker, three hide armors, six gp, a waterskin, and two potions.

[Diachronos]

Marcy gives the armor to Grayson, Taylor, and Laura, and hands the weapons over to them. That just leaves the waterskin and potions, which she keeps on her belt for now.

[NeoSeraphi]

The three of them outfit themselves, though Taylor looks uncomfortable.

Kerry walks forward. "Would you like me to try and identify those potions?"

[Diachronos]

"Yes, that would be a huge help if you could."

She approaches Taylor. "Does the armor fit alright?"

[NeoSeraphi]

Taylor shakes his head. "Heavy."

Kerry takes a look at the potions.

Spellcraft: [roll0]
[roll1]

She points. "This one is a potion that heals. This one is a potion that makes you faster."

You have a potion of cure moderate wounds and a potion of cat's grace, both CL 5

[Diachronos]

"Thanks, Kerry. Taylor, we'll see about getting you some more comfortable armor as soon as we can, okay?"