Del gasps at the sight of Fennix falling to the ground. Grasping her fox pendant between her fingers, she narrows her eyes at the pale elf woman. "You are now cursed!" A beam of force hurtles toward the enemy.
Even as the first ogre collapses, Flynn is already moving toward the pale elf too. "Catch!" He tosses the looted great club to Tyrects as he passes, then brings the chair leg down on his target.
The pale elf side steps both Flynn’s attack and Del’s. She chuckles softly, her eyes shining triumphantly.
Tyrects snatches the ogre's maul from the air, and runs to join the attack. He swings the maul with both hands and just manages to land the blow, the oversized weapon slamming hard into the Pale Elf’s shoulder. The crunch of bone is particularly satisfying.
In a dangerous political climate, several expeditions are made to the infamous Wilds in hopes of expanding the country, Urbane, and avoiding an all out civil war. But, when the lord in charge of the excursions is almost assassinated, tensions increase and put new pressures on the brave explorers.