The Graveyard of Blades - Part Three

Harold makes his way toward the others, "perhaps" Harold says glancing skyward, "We ought find out what the cause of this cruel carnage is, and put stop to it." he offers, his sword still in hand, shield held at a tilt to protect his head.

Gaval steps wearily around the animated beings, his swords lowered for the moment as he watches Maggie step forward as their new queen. He starts looking about in earnest but can not see much in the way of anything for the piles of the rusted dead. "Might I get a lift from one of you? A toss up perhaps? Better to get a view of the landscape. Unless we plan on doing battle."

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The Graveyard of Blades - Part Four

Ruby seems intent on scowling and offering her spear to anyone that is a stranger. There's no trust in the men-at-arms or knights that seem to be doing a switcheroo. She has certain views on turncoats. "We gotta goo, now! Let's bloody run and use these fools tah slow pursuit!"

Chessy nearly prances around in the confussion Harold looks up toward the ceiling. "Aye...we should go" he points up, "there...the Masters of this place need a reckoning."

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The Graveyard of Blades - Part Five

The new combatants leaving their decorated shells exit with the kind of gravity and rep usually attributed to gladiators. They think they're pretty hot stuff. Compared to what's been discarded here, they're incredibly well equipped and have a confidence that's hard to fake. They kick aside their cocoons and stomp through the odd gel substance that helped deluge them upon the ground. Not so much a unit as a bunch of companions, much like the party absconding with troops through one of the arches. A trail has already been blazed for them to follow, though they'll need to leg it to catch up. Except for the archer drawing a bead with an elaborate silver bow of course. She's joined by another that leaps up atop a pile of detritus to try and better shot at the retreating group.

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