(OOC: Look he came to me anyways.)

I knock away the soldier's spear and look him in the eyes. "My power comes from the gods, weakling. Don't you dare insult me."

I slap him in the face, and cast Divine Smite.

Attack: 24 (20 + 4)

Damage: 9 (2(3) + (1 + 2))

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(OOC: Look he came to me anyways.)

I knock away the soldier's spear and look him in the eyes. "My power comes from the gods, weakling. Don't you dare insult me."

I slap him in the face, and cast Divine Smite.

Attack: 24 (20 + 4)

Damage: 9 (2(3) + (1 + 2))

Even as he would resist you, you slap him across the face. A bright burst of light illuminates your hand, and you all avert your eyes. When you look back, you see the soldier lying on the ground, a hand-sized imprint in his cheek. You then run to the group of figures without any more obstacles. The other soldier screams and flees to the best of his ability, falling down dead a few feet away. 

Fleeing the crime scene, you soon are back on the rooftops. You feel guilty leaving the bloodied and burned soldiers behind you, but you also feel happy - they were pursuing you, after all. 

Among the figures you note:

- The elven woman who first talked to Sergey

- Rodak's brother, who you saw yesterday at the tavern

- A strange man who they call Tarot, with a spade-shaped mark on his forehead

- And a dragonborn who stares at you sullenly for some reason. 

"Thank God for your munitions stock," Rodak's brother says. "Before you ask, it's not a secret." Rodak looks annoyed at this, but grateful to be living. 

After a few minutes, the Wall stands before you- across a small alleyway, marking the barrier between the city and the plague-riddled deserts. Several soldiers mill around, but no one expected you to be escaping the city. Ducking out of view of these soldiers, the elven woman turns to you. "We must wait - we do not wish for anyone to know the location of our hideout. They will change guard soon, and then we shall strike. Now is the time to ask questions."

"Okey dokey" Sergey replies, "I jus' don't wanna kill anymore innocent people if we don't have to."

"Who are you?" the dragonborn interjects rudely. "And why are they here?"

He stands up, revealing an imposing seven-foot frame. Walking over to Sergey, he lays a hand on his shoulder. "If you believe that, then you can get out of here, friend."

"Peace is the way" Rua-ge mutters, "as long as you're not in a life and death situation."

"Why have you brought us here?" He asks.

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"Peace is the way" Rua-ge mutters, "as long as you're not in a life and death situation."

"Why have you brought us here?" He asks.

"We wish for ai-" The elven woman is suddenly cut off by her dragonborn companion, who again insists, "Yet who are you? How can we trust you?" 

"I am Andrey Volkov, member of the Pact of the Cleansing," I motion towards Sergey. "This is my brother, Sergey. We fight to redeem humanity from destructive nature of the plague."

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"I am Andrey Volkov, member of the Pact of the Cleansing," I motion towards Sergey. "This is my brother, Sergey. We fight to redeem humanity from destructive nature of the plague."

"You fight? Good. We need fighters with all of these weaklings around here. I've been telling them for years that we aren't strong enough, but look what we've resorted to. Playing with fire."   

You've been waiting for about half an hour now, and, looking around at the wall, no soldiers seem to be changing yet. 

(OOC: Everyone make a Perception check)

Perception: 16 (17+-1)

Perception: 7 (6 + 1)

Perception: 11 (9 + 2)

Both Glorp and Andrey, squinting towards the wall, confuse the dragonborn. "Hey! What are you doing? Wouldn't you like to hear more about our motley crew?" Neither of you see anything -- the soldiers seem to be operating as normal. 

Sergey:

"Quick, we've been spotted!" Sergey rushedly says, "we need to go now!"

"UHHHHHHH, Okay! Fine...Uh, also I might have to talk to you later privately...um...I didn't catch your name, dragonborn..."

"We've been spotted?" Tarot stares at you all, open-mouthed. "I wonder how..." he says, tapping a finger to his head as he glares at the dragonborn. 

The dragonborn acts first, almost eager to prove himself to you all. He leaps off the roof, athletically clearing the ten or fifteen feet to the wall. Landing on the edge of the wall, he slashes at unsuspecting soldiers with a longsword that seemingly appears out of thin air. "Come on! I won't do everything for you!"

Behind you, you hear Tarot grumbling. "Not this again..."

"So... Should we fight or not?"

"No brother," Sergey says, "This seems unnecessary to me."

"Come on!" the dragonborn shouts, gesturing for you to follow him. He's glory-seeking, as you can tell, but you can't tell from his earlier reaction if he wants to impress or kill you.