The Burning of Liathaven - Winds of Fortune, Empire LRP 2018
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So that's Austan. Then Barlun lent on his great two handed Matic. Half its face was a mask of crusted blood, but he didn't appear to care. He was watching the grove burn, idly chewing on a stem of grass. He wasn't looking at Leon. She must have been making more noise than she realized. She limped over to him, favoring her an injured leg and plucked the length of grass from between his teeth. I've told you, I've told you, don't put things like that in your mouth. Not here. Not now is just grass, said Berlin. Defensively, Maybe it is. And maybe it isn't behind them. Liquid fire dripped from the burning trees. There was surprisingly little smoke, but that didn't stop there, being a lot of ash that danced in the rising heat, then drifted back down to cover everything there by a rough ring of marches and Navarre. Those who were still well enough to fight circled the grove, keeping a watchful eye that none of the remaining Vallone's born escaped for the first half hour. So that been a terrible keening. As the plant in the heart of the grove had burned. Then it had fallen silent, and the only noise was crackling of burning wood. It's done, though, said Barlun. We can all go home half his mouth. Quote into a bitter smile. I say home. Chances are we'll be marching again before the first apples north of salmon Sweat. Maybe Heather Jokinen, Winter mark Now and we're close by as the crow flies. Maybe I'll come with us. Leon looked away and said nothing. Something about her, Perhaps the way she stood. Perhaps the slightest sigh caught balance. Attention, your friend, a little step closer, poked her in the shoulder. What? It's over now, right? We can get back to the real business. Killing Orcs, that of our Thorne turned on look sadly up with the big marcher. He was a good man, she thought. Solid, dependable, gentle one. He wasn't hacking away at the enemy. Straightforward, naive. Even she didn't blame him for thinking that the matter here was finished with the news Waas that the spawn were in retreat, falling back south net a bit. Days since they've seen any significant creatures, even the me asthma seemed to be sending, but it was far from over. Pollen. It's no simple. We've stopped it spreading. But there's more going on here than just that. What you mean? Look, I'm not evade. But there's been talk. The Lorna's stretched itself when it reached out to take West, ranging it's weakened itself. It's over. Extended the trotter during their work, and something is shifting. Giving. It's difficult to explain, but there's an opportunity here. It'll keep grumbled Barlun. The words aren't going anywhere. They were here long before either of us were born and will be here long after he was being stubborn. I wish it was that simple, but this is the chance that won't come again for years. The trots do their work, but they're the next to impossible to predict if we leave here now, if you leave here now, it will be years before we have a chance to up group the taint from Lee at seven. Then let it keep buying. Sounded a little angry for some reason. Let someone else worry about it. Come fight with us against the orcs. There are proper faux meat and bone. No, not like the things you've had to fight here. Mad things like these leave and be, and maybe they'll leave us be. She shook her head. Oh, part of her wanted to go with the marches with him, outwardly at seven. This wasn't her home, and it was nothing like the gentle glades of me or in she had seen too many horrors these last three months toe ever be easy in this forest again. Well, what was left of it? Young glanced over to the fires, consuming the grove to the columns of thin grey smoke burning all along the front line. I can't, she said, if the general calls are been marching south. One of all, I took an oath. I won't abandon it, not even for the empire needs the Navarre said Barlun. Again, he sounded a little angry. They say Zenit has gone to the Droege. That has been a massacre in Spiral. It will be war with with all again soon enough. It's not the time for for for gardening, you think. I don't know that the unfelt er own temper rising but fought it. Zen Method Spiral Winter, Mont. Mariska The Empire is always a war. Maybe the Senate will make a deal with a brand's council, maybe the EMP. I can offer us something more important than this. Maybe our generals will decide we don't have the numbers to win, But don't think we'll just go where were ordered. If you force us to choose between the Empire on our roads. That she stopped speaking on that all her breath out in an explosive snort, letting her anger and frustration out with it, I don't know what will do. I'm glad it's not me that has to make that decision. Come on, let's go and see about getting your head looked at. We can't afford to lose too many more of your wits parlin so much. I didn't look happy, but he didn't argue behind them. The world continued to burn game information. The Nevada have secured a victory over the Vallone overly after one. It's not the first time they've beaten back an attempt by the belong to spread its infection. The black thorns thought it a similar event in malarial only a few years ago, after all. Yet the broccoli and expansion was a significant degree less focus, then the attempt to swamp west, ranging there it was simply a natural shift as of water rushing in to fill an empty space left behind by the withdrawal of the Drew Zhu. The leviathan expansion feels like something else, something more immediate. The Vallone itself possesses no sentence. Of course not as a human might understand it. Yet the thorns and the victor, the quiet step are left in no doubt that there is a power in the atthe oven that waas not present in broccoli and something fell that has yet to reveal itself have predicted. Though the victory in the earth oven has left the belong weakened in some fashion, the vacates are clear. It is possible to do more than simply keep the Lord at bay. There is an opportunity bought with many lives and with many years of patiently walking the trots to launch an attack against the West, would that, if it is backed with enough force, might be sufficient to reclaim that region.