~ 27 ~
27 Arodus, 4692 AR; Grey Garrison Courtyard, Kenabres
“I must say, Irabeth,†Shayliss whispered, crouched in the mouth of an alleyway looking out onto the Grey Garrison, a squat grey stoned building that lived up to its name, “when the Crusaders need to, they can turn the heat up.â€

~ 26 ~
27 Arodus, 4692 AR; Defender’s Heart, Kenabres
“There are many planes surrounding each other in orbit. We, humans, half-elfs, dwarves and more, live in the Material Plane where the energy and geography of all the other planes intersect and join together. These energies create the forces we know such as gravity, thermal energy, and most notably of all, magic. Using these energies, a skilled magi can create their own planes and dimensions. They are usually unstable and last for seconds. However, with the right spells they can be made permanent.â€

~ 25 ~
25 Arodus, 4692 AR; Defender’s Heart, Kenabres
Moonlight streamed through the wooden shutters covering a window facing out into the destroyed districts. It lit the mostly dark room, laying against its single twin-sized bed, the bedside table with its piles upon piles of paper and worn brown carpet. The only other source of light in the room was a large candle on top of the desk surrounded by even more piles of paper. The paper has diagrams, arcane notes and nonsense scribbles covering them and most of them also have a broad X slashed through them.

~ 24 ~
24 Arodus, 4692 AR; Tower of Estrod, Kenabres
“How is the â€~sneak in and take them by surprise’ plan working now?†Strune asked, an annoyed tone in her struggling voice.

~ 23 ~
23 Arodus, 4692 AR; Defender’s Heart, Kenabres
Mordria’s mind was racing. How had this happened? She had started from such a great position! The cards had all shown her the path to victory. Yet, here she was, sweating in nervousness. There was nothing to do but to wait. The finishing blow was coming soon. At least, if her opponent realized it was there. Mordria prayed to whatever god may be out there that she could pull out of this alive.

~ 22 ~
21 Arodus, 4692 AR; Valor Sword Inn, Kenabres
Shadowshine let out a small huff of breath as Shayliss pulled him to a stop. As she predicted, there are even fewer demons prowling around the streets of the ruined city, but she still ran into some trouble reaching the building she now sat in front of. It managed to remain standing, even though physics and logic would dictate it be all over the street at this point. Massive holes had been blown out of the first floor and some of the second. What was not destroyed had deep gashes, scratches, and burn marks. No matter where one looked, they would find ash in layers.

~ 21 ~
19 Arodus, 4692 AR; Kenabres
Irabeth’s finger taped down upon the paper-covered desk over and over again. Her other hand was placed to cup her chin in thought and her eyes stared down at the note the group found within the Mongrel Lair. The group sat either in chairs or on the queen sized bed within the cramped inn room turned office.

~ 20 ~
19 Arodus, 4692 AR; Kenabres
Once the halberder’s body was searched and tossed outside, Shayliss worked to calm Anevia down. The scout, after recovering from her initial shock, started stammering endlessly about various random seeming topics, but Shayliss was able to pull the pieces together to understand what was going on.

~ 19 ~
19 Arodus, 4692 AR; Kenabres
Light flared as Radiance arced up to deflect the halberd again. With a growl, the red-armored half-orc stepped back to regain his balance. Before he was able to launch another attack, Shayliss flicked the head of her grappling hook at his face. Only quick reaction saved him from a stunning blow, but the attack did its job well. It gave Shayliss a chance to pull Anevia back by her leather straps.

~ 18 ~
19 Arodus, 4692 AR; Kenabres
As it turns out, Snaga is very particular when it comes to his fashion-sense. At least when it comes to noble fashion.