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The group is taking shelter from the scorching sun, leaning and resting agaisnt the walls of a great cliff. The sand doesn't blow so hard down here, and the wind is refreshing, and you all look up and see that the great shade which saves you from the scorching sun is being cast by a large stone, set all the up the clifs.
The shade by itself is welcomed. It allows the party to rest and head. Sse, there goes the warrior removing his heavy boots, and there goes the healer, rushing in to rub salvos and herbal medicine on the giant man's tired feet. The wizard has sat down to rest and annoy the paladin who is attempting to read a book. And even the rogue seems content in crouching down on a legde and keeping himself quiet. But above you all lies that great obelisc. It's falling could mean the death of all.
But wait! Here comes a chariot. A Chariot and Riders!. Ridding straight for the cliff walls you are camping. They are quickly upon you... then passing you... then are gone... BUT LOOK... MORE RIDERS!
The new riders gain on the fleeing ones, and before the party can blink, a meelle errupts
It is over quickly.
The group walks towards the bloodshed. The group hears the faint agony of the dying as they approach... then silence.
As your group sees the scene, a bloodied battle fought next to a river, sand and corpses spread everyone, a silent figure rolls out from the ruined chariot.
He is bloodied from head to toe, some his own blood, some others. His clothes are torn and painted red, you cannot tell is this man was a noble, a soldier or a mercenary. I cannot even tell what side he was on. In one hand he holds an axe, in the other one, he holds a broken sword.
He falls to his back and looks at the party. He does not seem hostile towards you.
Hello all. Nothing big to report at the moment, I have a light week this week so I’m planning on running Wednesday night around the same time as this one. Other than that, let’s have a good run and hopefully nobody will die of embarrassment.
Your name is William and you just asked Morrigan, your boss and leader of MMS, where kids come from. She brought it up first, saying that she wouldn’t be a good mother and then commenting on the fact that you didn’t know where kids come from. So, you did something that you’ve slowly been learning to do at MMS, ask questions about something you don’t know.
Most of the time it doesn’t turn out like this though, as Morrigan still has her eyes opened wide and mouth partially opened as if she was shocked by something. Her face is an interesting color of red as well, almost a reddish purple. If you hadn’t been talking to her just seconds earlier you would be worried about her breathing. As it is, her color is already starting to return to normal, but she still hasn’t said anything or answered your question.
>Just wait patiently. >Ask her if she’s ok. >Ask her if you should go get Mary. >Other.
