"Hmm, disabling I'm not so good at. Once we're done this job and Pebbles is safe what's say you and I spend some time in the archives and see if we can't come up with a plan." He then walks over and sets his bandaged hand on Zyman's shoulder. "Don't worry to much. From what I've seen and heard these three have your back no matter what and I don't intend to be the odd one out of the group. We're with you through everything." 

"Thanks, that means a lot." Zyman was getting awkward, he didn't want to focus too much on what his letter implied, after all they had a pressing mission at hand...

Upon meeting everyone and having the situation explained to him he goes pale. “Sure I will do my best to look for the signs. I’m just glad it isn’t I who has to deal with that kind of magical deals. I’m sorry Ozzy..” he say with pity in his voice. “When we get back I’ll try to think of a way for you to knock yourself out if you feel that Plage is on his way. Maybe with a poisoned ring or something.”  

When you see Rosri next he is wielding a black trench coat with alot of pockets for all his vials and thieves things. Inside he has 2 hand crossbows, one is the beautiful bow he got from Gavin and the other is a thing of horror. It is sawed off at it’s handle and the bow is off curved devils horn. And around his neck hangs an eye that stairs right at you. 

“I’m glad that we’re finally leaving.. this guild business, I’m really not suited for it..” he complain. He get up on Butterscotch (is she back yet?) and readies himself for a new adventure. And you can tell that he seem a little bit more sure of himself now. He is not as frightened and timid as he once was. 

(OOC I think Butterscotch is still out at the dwarf army camp with the mules, unless they sent someone back with our stuff, by express. We were talking about having the air force take us down, anyway. Maybe we can fetch the animals on the way home, if all goes well.)

"That sounds like a good idea, but I think we need to start heading on out."

Roscoe seems rather bewildered by all of the titles and responsibilities bestowed on the other members in the group. Things were much more simple in the tribe where only the elders were given titles and special privileges. Roscoe had always enjoyed life in the tribe and looked forward to returning to its simplicity one day when his own personal journey had been completed. He often wondered if the other halfling in his tribe experienced anything like what he was going through now. He was going to have some amazing stories to share with everyone when he returned. 

"The sooner we's can rescue Sir Pebbles, the better chance he's alive and well. We's should get there quickly. " 

"Well, let's be off, then." says Edeleth.  They return to the castle to find Commander Seleth Belian, and Edeleth asks if they and as many of the Dogs as can be brought can be dropped off at the Dwarf army camp, and perhaps the rest of the force shuttled in afterward.

"I imagine we will at least be the ones to scout the precise location of Wrathmaw keep, and possibly to make a stealth mission into its interior, if it's possible. If that plan fails, it will be good to have a strong armed force as a second option, or to deal with any pursuers we may have picked up."

"I'll send Chernobog ahead of us to scout things out. If he gets spotted and taken out then it's really no big loss." He quickly whips his head to where the bird is sitting on the hilt of his new sword. "You're immortal, what do you care? Oh it hurts does it? You know what else hurts, actually dying, which is what someone else would do if they were spotted." 

Rosri can’t help to chuckle at Elixisys And Chernobog when they argue with each other. Maybe we can trust him, although he is a spy.. he think to himself. When they finaly get to the air force and the giant bords Rosri is having second thoughts. 

“Are we sure that flying is the best alternative?” He remember the flight from the hideout to the Jarls palace and that had been enough flying for one lifetime. 

"I'm sure flying on eagles will be quite enjoyable," says Edeleth.  Though not possibly quite as exciting as flying AS an eagle had been. "And you have the benefit of knowing that the bird is real, and does not pose the danger of suddenly disappearing under you if I doze off, or am bitten by a mosquito, or misjudge the time..." Edeleth decides he'd better shut up, or Rosri might never be willing to ride a conjured beast again.

"Yes... Well, it could be fun to get up to Chernobog's level for a bit." He then quickly holds up his hand, fingers preparing to snap right in front of Chernobog's face. "You better watch it or I'm snapping you out and you won't get to fly anywhere. Sorry Edeleth, he said some very rude things about your trip together." 

"Well, it was my first time as a bird. I'm sure that, to a lifelong expert, my flying lacked a great deal of finesse. Sometime when we are at leisure, I would be happy to show him some of my better transformations....wolves...panthers...large, bird-eating snakes..."

Upon hearing Edeleth rambling on about disappearing birds his faice go pale. "Well i guess so.."

Zyman is chuckling along, amused by his friends, and glad that the conversation has moved on.

A raven suddenly flies by, gripping a small piece of parchment by its talons, and drops it in Elixisys' hand...it looks like Zathka's handwriting.

"Lots of Ennemy movement in Pinekeep. They're digging tunnels. Lots of them. And increasing rumors of open conflict between Gornar Blackhorn and Artarxes of Emberdark from Wrathmaw Keep. We can use that to our advantage. Also, there are rumors of arcane experiments of unspeakable horror being performed by the Red Clan. A Direwolf in armor, walking on two legs wielding a sword, terrorizing small villages..."

"A Direwolf in armor, that sounds like Sir Pebbles ot me. It can't be him can it?" The fright visable on his face.

"No, but it sounds like they've discovered the secret of his transformation," says Edeleth grimly. "Without it, he is dog.  A beautiful, brave, loyal and friendly dog, but just a dog.  I fear they have found a much less worthy bearer for Sir Pebbles's magic sweater."

Roscoe shakes his head in disbelief. "The noble creature wouldn't do that. Mayhaps it's another?" There's a hint of anger as the idea of Sir Pebbles becoming controlled by the enemy. He knew it would be possible, but he'd hoped he could have gotten there in time to make sure it didn't happen. 

OOC: Alright, now that everyone is done shopping and taking care of personal stuff, what is your next move as a team? Shorgreg and the Dogs are awaiting to join up with Gaston, who knows the secret access tunnel to Wrathmaw Keep. Shorgreg commands roughly 100 Dwarves.

Is Edeleth still planning on borrowing Eagles from the 15th Squadron? And/or transforming himself into one and summoning more? 

A group of 10 Halfling Rogues (lv1) from the Old Charriot actually step forward and volunteer to follow Rosri on this mission. "If you're gonna lead this Family, ye'r gonna need some protection, boss."

Zyman feels...inspired by the new musical voice in his head, and for the first time ever, he actually feels happy (trolololo!hahahahaha!lllololololo...)

Elixisys now knows for a fact that Zathka the Fey Spy must be back sneaking around behind Enemy lines. Most likely in the Pinekeep area. But if the rumored feud between both Enemy Commanders is true, then there is much to capitalize on...

As They are still in the peaceful City, and Roscoe ponders about the fate of his friend Sir Pebbles the Brave, anger grows inside of him. The Enemy is out there, and they have him....in the distance, a storm brews over the mountains...

https://youtu.be/QIppGLul3Fk

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Also, during a recent short meditation session, Edeleth recieves a vision...a horrible vision....

He sees the sacred Naranda Tree that he planted in Oakfields near the Shadow Land. It is now dark and twisted, pulsating with vile energy, and fueled by necromantic unholy magic....he can feel the gut wrenching fear and sensation of absolute death...and undeath...