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All of that made the human show some teeth- laughing through a toothy grin at Revenge and Ruin's different outlooks. Far from taking offense, he seemed genuinely amused. After all, in this case, both were probably true. "Well, capable or disposable, either way, sounds like you don't need to fret too much about ol' Ilikan."

The rest of the conversation though... that was much more interesting.

"Sorry to disappoint you both, but words already out. Saw it in the battle." He advised levelly. "We're holding guard and helping recovery, but consensus of the strategic minds is that there's no risk of a second invasion any time soon, and they know better to pursue them underground or we'd already be rallying a sortie."

“Really?” Not terribly surprised, given the forms and bodies outside the gate he came through. “In that case, What kind of aberrations did you see? Did they seem to have a hierarchy, or did they appear to be equals, in terms of control?” Ruin would ask Ilikan as he pulled out a spare potion(non-Tristan Tonic) for Kuori. And without saying anything he would offer it to the cleric of death.

The teacher in Ruin was attempting to recall any information on the names of the nightmarish creatures. What he really wanted to know was, Would such an aberration play well with the others listed or drow? (Without outside magical "help") But, Dungeoneering wasn’t his forte, though any info would be better than nothing.

((Dungeoneering plus 3, Multiple rolls if needed for multiple creatures.

Assuming Valac did take it)

"Good luck, then," Revenge would say, turning towards Valac, Ruin, and Ilikan. "I'll see you all in a bit. I need to see if Sehanine's grace can ease anyone's spirits. Ilikan, if you've seen any of the beasties first hand, you might want to coordinate with Valac to see if any special weapons might be handy to bring along. He's like a force of nature in combat, I'd rather that continue to be the case against this new foe."

Revenge would then excuse himself to try and tend to any injured or forlorn, within the bounds of what any field medics would allow him to do.

[D20+8 ??]

Shakes her head, "Duegar alongside Illithids doesn't make sense. Not unless they're being controlled again. Not since the Spider Wars. A few of those combinations make sense, Umberhulks and Mind Flayers, Drow and Spiders, sure, but Duegar and Drow? Duegar and Mind Flayers? No, there is a bigger threat down there behind this army."

Kuori begins to make her way to the general's office to share this knowledge.

As Revenge works his way back into the medical ward he finds most of the injured are pretty well taken care of by this point, though the medics do appreciate the help and allow him to assist in some small tasks.

Revenge finds he is of much more use telling stories about Sehanine and the religion. The injured soldiers confined here all seem quite bored and welcome his proselytizing as way to break up the monotony. One particular soldier, a young half elf woman that reminds Revenge of his wife, seems particularly interested in his words. She begins to ask him more specific questions about his faith.





Kuori and Ruin make there way over to the main building in the fort. At first their entrance is blocked by some soldiers but they are eventually let in after some talking as it becomes apparent the general would be interested in talking to Kuori about her tribe.

Kuori and Ruin are soon led to a small unadorned room where a middle aged human man is sat behind a desk filled with papers. The bed in his room signaled this place must serve as his quarters as well. He would slowly stand up and greet Kuori and Ruin. "Greetings, I am General Valmist. This here is my fort, here to serve as a watchful eye over the entrance into the Underdark. From what I have been told, you belong to the tribe of Goliaths who inhabit that subterranean layer. We have come to learn that your town lay in the path of the Underdark army and has not been heard from since. We are about to launch a mission to try and establish contact with them. Perhaps you would be willing to serve as a guide for one of my soldiers?"



Ilikan and Valac are left alone in the middle of the fort outside the medical ward as the soldiers busily go about their duties. (unless you indicate to me you followed either Kuori or Revenge) Soldiers walking by would occasionally stop and greet Ilikan and Valac gets dejavu as he feels he is being watched by a yet unseen set of eyes.

Valac took a glance around remembering that Tristan had a small girl who could turn invisible. With the hairs on his neck beginning to itch he looked around rapidly but only managed to inflame his injury from chopping wood earlier. Valac scrunched his eyes and held his nose in pain losing concentration.

(Nat 1 Perc).

After an awkward beat of Valac and Ilikan being left alone, Valac piped up slapping Ilikan heavily across the back, "Well that's more like it! I was fine with just collecting dark elf scalps but you've really brought us a buffet of bloodshed. Well done!"

The tiefling stood near the door as Kuori dumped a load of verbiage on the General.

“Excuse us, sir,” Ruin stepped and placed his hand on his companion. “There is no way you can know the fate of your people. And I don’t think wide sweeping arguments will help here. I am sure half of what you said, is no new news to the commander. And given every nation would be after means of amassing power, it would be better to give examples of how far Aria has gone in the past.” That isn’t to say, he didn’t know a part of her pain but felt playing such a card with a blanketing statement would be lost on the poor man. “Remember, He is commander here and probably gets his orders from someone above him. Just like your sister.”

“Vaius Mirviir, sir. It is not the reason we are here, but we already made contact with your man, Ilikan and agreed to see him to the city.” Ruin spoke as he turned to address the commander “But, am I correct in my assumption, you haven’t made any contact with the Lostlight tribe, before her brother? May, I ask how long were you the commander of this fort?" he asked, before explaining his reasoning. "It just seems strange to me, for a military force of this size not to know of or possibly have relations with a possible friendly city sitting on no-mans-land. That said, I don’t mean to be confrontational, but given the history of best intentions. Can I know, what is your interest with the tribe?”