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Chapter 8.17 H

Most mentioned character

177 mentions

Rags

Most mentioned class

15 mentions

[Necromancer]

Most mentioned skill

9 mentions

[Garden of Sanctuary]

Most mentioned spell

3 mentions

[Fireball]

Most mentioned location

16 mentions

Village of the Dead

Mentions

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Name	Text
[Marksman]	A [Marksman] grimly set an arrow to a bow behind her. A half-Giant waited, leaning on his staff, armor gleaming on his shoulders.
Yvlon Byres	In her memory, Yvlon Byres waved her stick and shouted.
Yvlon Byres	Yvlon Byres was striding down the small incline. She began to run, to join the front. Adventurers passed next to her. A Selphid grinned as she hefted the flail, wearing a Raskghar’s body. A Minotaur nodded at her and she saw a younger woman, saluting him with her sword—
Yvlon Byres	The adventurers closed as the first volley of arrows and spells hit the undead. Then, they shouted, they screamed and howled challenges, oaths to defy death. Louder than the girl could have ever imagined, with a sincerity that made Yvlon’s skin chill. She lifted the sword as a burning skull swung towards her.
[Armsmistress]	The [Armsmistress] swung her sword and beheaded the undead. She ran into the first streets of the Village of the Dead. She turned as the first undead vanished before the charge and raised the speaking stone to her lips as she readied her sword, already cursing.
Village of the Dead	The [Armsmistress] swung her sword and beheaded the undead. She ran into the first streets of the Village of the Dead. She turned as the first undead vanished before the charge and raised the speaking stone to her lips as she readied her sword, already cursing.
Ceria Springwalker	“Silver and steel—Ceria, Pisces, team leaders, get ready for a fight! There are thousands!”
Pisces Jealnet	“Silver and steel—Ceria, Pisces, team leaders, get ready for a fight! There are thousands!”
Ceria Springwalker	Ceria groaned, pulling at her hair as she saw the arrivals crowding up, looking for places to settle, some greeting each other by name or introducing themselves—in the way of the others, by the by. Shouts, jovial greetings, and the scream of someone getting their foot run over filled the air about three miles away from the Village of the Dead.
Village of the Dead	Ceria groaned, pulling at her hair as she saw the arrivals crowding up, looking for places to settle, some greeting each other by name or introducing themselves—in the way of the others, by the by. Shouts, jovial greetings, and the scream of someone getting their foot run over filled the air about three miles away from the Village of the Dead.
Pisces Jealnet	Pisces winced at the high-pitched scream, but kept honing the edge of his rapier with a whetstone. He blew, inspected the edge, and sighed.
Ceria Springwalker	And unexpected. Ceria bit her lip. She counted at least two hundred adventurers, and more were still coming in. She had—hoped—for fifty. That would have been monumental, for what might well be a suicide-attack.
Ceria Springwalker	“Ceria! Pisces! Get down here and help out!”
Pisces Jealnet	“Ceria! Pisces! Get down here and help out!”
Pisces Jealnet	Pisces rose with a sigh. Ceria nudged him with an elbow.
Ceria Springwalker	Pisces rose with a sigh. Ceria nudged him with an elbow.
Ceria Springwalker	Ceria raised her foot, and decided that they didn’t need two broken bones before the battle, so she did not kick Pisces down the hill. His chatter was just a sign of nerves, anyways. If he got sincere—then she knew they were in trouble.
Pisces Jealnet	Ceria raised her foot, and decided that they didn’t need two broken bones before the battle, so she did not kick Pisces down the hill. His chatter was just a sign of nerves, anyways. If he got sincere—then she knew they were in trouble.
Yvlon Byres	Yvlon was looking around, as agitated as Ceria. An Antinium waved three arms behind her.
Ceria Springwalker	Yvlon was looking around, as agitated as Ceria. An Antinium waved three arms behind her.
Yvlon Byres	“I will inquire, Yvlon!”
[Skirmisher]	Too late, the [Skirmisher] leapt into the air, as light as a feather, impossibly high for someone without Skills, magic, or wings, heading towards the screamer. Heads turned and Ceria heard a chorus of oaths or gasps as people saw the only Antinium adventurer in existence.
Ceria Springwalker	Too late, the [Skirmisher] leapt into the air, as light as a feather, impossibly high for someone without Skills, magic, or wings, heading towards the screamer. Heads turned and Ceria heard a chorus of oaths or gasps as people saw the only Antinium adventurer in existence.
Ksmvr	The half-Elf swore mildly. It didn’t occur to Ksmvr that he might make the problem worse by offering a friendly hand.
Yvlon Byres	Yvlon checked Ceria with one hand. Since it was Yvlon, and her arms were the Silversteel metal, it was like being stopped by an iron railing. Ceria went oof.