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TK

With a soft sigh, he shape-shifts into his elven form, in that one, he typically goes by the name Kero Scaledoom. He's secure that none of the orcs will be spying in on the hut, as far as they know, within the hut is a Lizardfolk and the prisoner. "You alright Asa?"

"Been better." His partner replies and it takes him a few minutes to find a health potion. Taking the quark out of the potion, Asa opens his mouth and he pours the drink into his partner's mouth slowly. "Thanks." Asa Deepfaith says after downing the whole bottle.

"Sounds like they're busy celebrating their... victory." He mutters to Asa while using a dull knife sporting blood on it, likely used to torture Asa earlier in the day. "If we do this right, we might be able to loot a few huts before any of them are the wiser." The raw leather straps finally give, allowing the Aasimar Paladin to rub his wrists.

"Right, but I want to eat something before we do this." Asa states and he nods in agreement. He finds sacks of food from the defeated village, he tosses a few of them in Asa's direction before transferring the contains of the food sacks into his bag of holding that had been hanging from his belt.

Brushing back his silvery blond bangs from his face, Kero takes an apple and bites down on it. Then, hearing somebody about to enter, the cursed Lythari quickly shape-shifts into his Lizardfolk form, he goes by the name Hiss of the Bloodthrist clan.

"Lie down!" The dusty gold, Lizardfolk hisses softly and Asa does so while he picks up a stick. Moving to stand between the food sacks his partner had been eating out of and the door. He presses Asa's face into the ground and the door flap opens to reveal a very drunk orc, the new arrival even sways side to side.

"What are you doing here? I requested time alone with this one!" The cursed Lythari says, being sure to use a hissing tone.

"Wanta eat the half breed's liver! Gotts dibs on it!" The drunken orc says, almost tripping while trying to draw a long dagger out of its sheath.

Raising the staff up from his partner's body, he hisses beastly while taking a few steps forward. Testing the weight of the small staff, he judges the distances as best as he can. As the drunken orc tries to sound a war cry, he throws the staff at the orc.

The staff hits the orc squarely in the chest, unbalancing the ugly manish being. The orc falls onto its butt while he hollers, loudly, "Yous get! Its Hiss's turn with da prisoner!"

He walks up and tosses the drunk out of the hut. "Stays out here! Waits turn!" The few orcs snort and laugh as he retreats back into the hut. Standing before the door, he watches Asa get up off the ground, shoulder's shaking from suppressed laughter and he dips his head slightly while running a scaly hand over his bare, scaled head.

"No wonder they left you alone in here, with me." The bemused Asa says while getting up off the ground. Hiss sighs softly before moving back into the hut, once more allowing himself to transform into his elven form.

"Yea, well, I might as well get the practice in. We might be needing to replay this ploy in the future." Kero says while moving to check some pots along the wall. Some of the pots sport pickling parts of various body parts belonging to non-orcs. The rest seems to be some potions that the orc magic users brewed.

"Ok, ready to move on." Asa says as he finds a few weapon bundles and looted the weapons within, even if they look rather ill cared for. His hand goes for his short dagger and moves to the door, peering through the cracks.

Noting an orc walking pass, Kero quickly exits out of the door and with one hand holding the orc mouth shut, the other uses the dagger to slice the throat just enough that it kills the orc but without blood gushing out. Bringing the body into the hut, he allows it to fall within range of the door.

Blood pumping, Asa and him exchange nods. They exit out of the hut and cautiously moving through the camp. They kill those few orcs they encounter as silently as possible before looting the interior of the unguarded huts. Luck seems to be on their side as all the orcs within the camp weren't really alert.

They killed a number of them and then, as they sneaked out of the camp, they killed at least five sentries, who never looked back, allowing them to kill them silently. They traveled north-east for a bit before following rocky grown south east.

"I think I prefer killing while facing the opponent in actual battle." His partner says and he nods. "I feel rather... dirty."

"Things might have been different if we hadn't gotten separated by those worgs..." Kero admits wistfully. "Then they wouldn't have captured you so easily."

"Well, it doesn't matter now, it's in the past." Asa states in a wary way. "At least we're together again." His partner adds in a lighter tone, which causes him to smiles.

Tension within his shoulders gives a bit. "Hopefully, we'll find another settlement." Kero says. "And they can tell us where we are."

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Tai

He glances about the camp that belonged to a band of human raiders. "I think we got everyone." Donaar reports, coming out of the only solid structure that the camp sported.

"Any loot in there?" Cro asks, looking away from the nearest dead enemy, a man sporting parchment yellow teeth. Pushing out the image of the dead raider in favor of something else to think about, striding away from the center campfire and heading towards his partner.

"I think that's what's in the various chests, although, it doesn't look like they were very good bandits." His scaly partner says. "They clearly weren't good cooks either." Donaar adds, clearly in disdain of the raiders.

He snorts a bit, after all, MacArron wasn't even a traditional deity as he's the one to have crafted the god. Not that he has much to complain about as Donaar is such an experienced cook due to possessing a shard of this god's power. I really should have come up with a better name then MacArron. though.. The Digidestine of Courage residing in the body of a twenty-eight year old swordmage.

"Well then, at least they won't be around to continue to defile the good name that is MacArron." Cro says seldom tone and his partner nods his head in acknowledgment. "The food will be in good hands from now on."

His partner doesn't reply, only begins to transfer what appears to be a case of beer into his own bag of holding. With a slight shrug, he cracks open a chest and, at a much slower pace, does the same. A few of the items feel magical and it takes him a few minutes to determine what bonuses they grant their wearer. He finds a brass and amber necklace that increases his chances of hitting a foe on right away while a ring that would increase his chances of parrying an incoming weapon goes into the bag as it wouldn't fit over the slightly worn leather gloves on his hands.

A few of the enchanted jewelry are earrings and as he doesn't have the holes in his ears to wear them, they go straight into the bag. I wonder how much money I can sell most of it for? Cro wonders while moving onto the next chest upon emptying the current one of its other contents which are copper and silver coins.

Between the two of them, they completely empty the various chests, crates, and lockboxes. Not much in the latter, mostly just papers that he didn't bother to read, just stuff them into his bag. "That's everything, I think." He says while looking over to Donaar, who nods in agreement.

"So then, does MacArron suggest a direction to travel in or shall we just head back to that road and travel along it?" He asks his fellow team-mate as they walk out of the wooden hut/dinning hall.

"I don't think he cares at this point, so to the road we go. Then, when we get there, I'll make us something to eat for lunch." The Dragonborn Invoker says and his stomach growls in response to the idea of lunch.

Donaar glances over at him with a knowing look while he gently rubs his mid-section. "It's rather odd, to have been here for six days and haven't hear a word from the others." He stays silent as it takes him a few seconds to realize who Donaar is speaking about.

"Well, if they chose to give their character names, then they might be using them instead of their actual ones. It's been a while since you called me Tai and I thought of you as Agumon." He points out with his eyes remaining gazing before him, trying to ignore the dead.

"That's true..." His partner admits after a few seconds of silence hanging between them. "Although, it might be that we might get word from them upon staying in a large city. I mean, there's nothing that keeps them from referring to themselves by their team names."

That seems to ease his internal conflict. "And nothing keeping us from using ours either. Although the trouble might come in the fact we are on different continents..." He says as he still has trouble worrying about the youngest members of the group, namely his sister Kari and TK. Which is rather odd since he knew he should be worrying himself sick over concern for Kari's well being at the very least.

As they make it to the road, they quickly set about going through their usual routine when they stop to eat one of the major meals of the day. He unloads the various dead wood he had been collecting during their trip through the forest. Donaar is busy taking a look through what food he has in the bag of holding.

A simple fire spell lights the fire in the collection of the campfire. Donaar soon puts a frying pan over the fire with what appears to be beef. He's not sure where his partner got the cooking oil but it sizzles on the pan. "Cut those greens, will you?"

He looks and moves to sit before the wooden cutting board. Taking hold of the knife, Cro takes hold of the greens and begins to use the knife to chop the roots and wild onions. As the meat cooks, Donaar takes those greens that he chopped and tosses them onto the frying pan.

He wipes the knife using a rag before wiping down the cutting board using the same rag. As Donaar begins to murmur in prayer, Cro quickly prepares to hand the bowls to the Dragonborn. The flame flares and with that, MacArron blesses their meal and Donaar takes the bowls quickly, filling them up before clapping his hands at least thrice.

Silence reigns between them as they quickly eat their first helping. With that done, they relax and eat the rest at a slower pace. "Guess we continue south along the road." He says midway through his second helping. "We should be getting close to a town or something as the bandits needed some place close to spend their ill-gotten gains."

"You have a point." Donaar agrees while finishing up his own second helping. "I think I'll meditate some while you finish up the rest." His current Dragonborn partner says and he nods, glancing over to the frying pan to find that there is enough for just one more helping.

Once he finishes eating up the remainder, he begins to clean up the site a little, starting with putting out the remainder of the fire. Using some water from the water skin, he dampens that rag and begins to wipe down the rest of the equipment used to make the meal, although he's rather careful of the frying pan as it still has some oil in it.

Once everything has been cleaned, he sits down and sniffs at a wine skin that Donaar forgot to put away. Glancing over to Donaar, he holds the wine skin up to his lips and takes a mouthful. Upon swallowing, he coughs a little and makes a face at the dry after taste. He puts the cap back on and sets the wine skin down while looking for something to help get rid of that aftertaste.

Maybe it gone bad? He thinks but some part of him seems to argue otherwise as he pulls out an apple from his bag and begins to eat it. There isn't much of a rush to leave, even though all his body aches and most of those cuts he received have vanished due to eating the blessed first serving of Donaar's lunch.

Looking up at the sky, he watches the clouds slowly moving through the sky. With a sigh, he pulls out a book and begins to read it. He needs to brush up on what spells he would like to inscribe upon any future weapons. He also needed to review his collection as, much like a wizard, he forgets the spells he casts upon using them.

Cro is startled out of his reading by the sound of voices calling out. Closing his book while keeping a thumb at the page, he studies the approaching group. "MacArron works in mysterious ways." He hears Donaar muse, he glances to find the Invoker standing up and waving towards the group.

With pressed lips, he quickly begins to put stuff into his bag of holding, leaving the diplomacy to his partner. He doesn't put everything about the site into his bag though, he bundles the stuff clearly belonging to the Dragonborn upon the cleaned out frying pan, tucking it under his elbow before approaching the little meeting going on between his partner and the group of merchants.

To Be Continued!