Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20171215133244/@comment-7262318-20180114221926

"Alright," Baros sighed. "I need a new profession....."

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After a short walk, the group came back to the city, which was in chaos. People were boarding up their doors and trying to console wives who were bawling on their porches. Militiamen were moving baracades back and forth across down, and had taken over the smithing stations around town.

"... Every goddamn one of them!" They could begin to hear Boa screaming as they drew closer to town hall. "If I don't see a giant boneyard out of my window in the next week, you'll have to save up whatever strength you got left and run from me!"

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"Alright..." Goriyn shrugged, stepping up to the skeletons.

"We're just gonna let him try and diffuse the situation?" Gharma asked.

"His tongue is sharp. Now shut up," Xavier said, causing Gharma to growl.

They waited for a while, before the skeleton up front suddenly jolted into stillness, his blank eye-sockets suddenly glowing with a green aura.

"So... this is all that remains of your defenses?" The skeleton asked, though his voice had changed. It was, in fact, Tozein talking through. "A few militiamen? And..." He looked at the group of mercenaries. "Worthless farmhands?"