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Knight in Yellow Armour Liz threw herself towards her foe with every ounce of strength she had, her spear held above her head with its tip pointed straight at Brutus' face. However, rather than thrust the blade of her weapon at her foe, Liz swung it down like a club to strike. Her eyes focused on the sharp end of Liz's weapon, Brutus was taken off guard when the butt end of the spear slammed into her cheek. Her head was thrown to the side, a spittle of drool flying from her mouth, and she had to stomp her right foot down hard to stop herself from losing her balance. Clenching her teeth into an excited grin, Brutus spun back into the fray with her powerful fist tearing through the air. Despite how quickly it was moving, Liz managed to duck beneath Brutus' fist just fast enough so that the only thing the punch did was take off a few loose strands of hair. Rather than swing her spear's blade end back around, Liz thrust the bottom end of her weapon straight into Brutus' abs. It felt

Knight in Yellow Armour Liz threw herself towards her foe with every ounce of strength she had, her spear held above her head with its tip pointed straight at Brutus' face. However, rather than thrust the blade of her weapon at her foe, Liz swung it down like a club to strike. Her eyes focused on the sharp end of Liz's weapon, Brutus was taken off guard when the butt end of the spear slammed into her cheek. Her head was thrown to the side, a spittle of drool flying from her mouth, and she had to stomp her right foot down hard to stop herself from losing her balance. Clenching her teeth into an excited grin, Brutus spun back into the fray with her powerful fist tearing through the air. Despite how quickly it was moving, Liz managed to duck beneath Brutus' fist just fast enough so that the only thing the punch did was take off a few loose strands of hair. Rather than swing her spear's blade end back around, Liz thrust the bottom end of her weapon straight into Brutus' abs. It felt

Quest Saelihn Qirel, raises an eyebrow as she stares down at what her newest client has just placed on the table. “That?” she scoffs, brushing some of her long brown hair from in front of her eyes. “You expect a group with as much expertise as the Fearless Four to undertake a search and rescue mission for that? A single coin?” “For the moment...” The man across from Saelihn looks drained, as if he’d run a mile in full plate armor, and the left side of his neck sports a long but shallow cut. There’s no blood, but that cut could probably use a minor healing spell before it gets infected. He is trembling while keeping one finger on the gold coin. Saelihn has no idea why. The chill in the air is minimal at best, and the man is a local clad in a thick, fur-lined coat. Not only that, but the tavern’s nearby roaring fire was doing an excellent job at keeping the vast room warm. Was he nervous perhaps? The Fearless Four were becoming quite the well-known adventuring party, especially after

“You have to hurry.” The voice coming over the comms was trying to remain calm, though that proved a more difficult task with every transmission. “Cragridge Orchard doesn't have the defences to hold out for long. Not against a Black Shuck.” Images were suddenly projected to light the interior of her helmet a dull blue, revealing the mixture of puzzlement and irritation on her face. A small horizontal scar ran across the bridge of her nose, and her jade eyes shifted back and forth from the images and the forest in front of her. “And why not?” she asked, a hint of hope in her voice. “Last I checked each farmstead has more than enough firepower to hold off wildlife with a beta-danger level classification. Which is exactly what a Black Shuck is.” The woman on the other end of the line didn't respond for a few moments, meaning she was clearly taking the time to roll her eyes again. “I already explained this to you, Lore” she sighed. “There was some kind of malfunction in the defensive