After the first wave...

A cold bed and a warm ale. Blood stains the walls, but it looks like the Bar Keep is standing...for once.

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*Atrum walks in carrying a large sack and followed by a couple of people carrying large sacks, they drop their sacks and leave as Atrum takes in the surroundings*

Elder what brings you to the Inn? *Looks at the expressions around the room* Better yet, who died?
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*Kidwynn looks at Atrum*

If ya want luv I can...grrr *looks flustered and speaks more slowly* If you would like Atrum I could fill you in.

*Walks over to where Atrum is and begins speaking to him softly.*
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*Returning from the kitchen, the Doctor stops and listens to the exclamations and questions put forth surrounding the portal. His eyes go wide as he walks to his belongings and begins to pack. An assortment of gleaming metal medical instruments are brought forth, examined and packed with care. After all is put away, Erasmus slings his pack and walks over to the assembled group*

You are quite right Amagus, as a man of learning I'll be damned if some half cocked adventurers will ruin items that could provide such enormous stores of information. I'm far from recovered from my trek, but any services that I can lend will be going through that portal.
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"I found Arthos and Corbyn, Donovan." **Lambic says this with wide grin.** "Umm...Next? Do yYou want me to start mobilizing the provisions?"

**Under his breath he is mumbling something that sounds like "...apocoli...apocolypes...magna apoco..."
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*Atrum looks at Kidwynn and raises an eyebrow as soon as she begins to speak and seems to ease when her speech pattern changes*

*Atrum's eyes narrow as he takes in Erasmus and he puts his finger up to Kidwynn asking for a moment*

As a man of action, one of the few here that has taken on Pentag and knows somewhat what he is capable of, I suggest that your half cocked search for trinkets doesn't get in the way of stopping him and bringing back our friends safe and sound. If Pentag can be stopped there wil be ample time to search through whatever is there.

*Without so much as another glance in Erasmus's direction he goes back to his conversation with Kidwynn*
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You have knowledge of this man? Good. You do your job and I will do mine. I will attempt to keep dangerous items of power from the hands of fools and keep the blood flowing through the veins of your... friends. In the meantime, do try to not make my tasks any more difficult then they already are.
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*Donovan nods to Lambic.*

"Thank you. Proceed with the mobilization."

"Arthos, Ian will be coordinating with you concerning the supplies. Give Sen whatever he needs as well."

"Atrum, it seems that this portal leads to a place called Vaunephasuak. According to Amagus and Elder Quetzel, it's the place that holds a large number of powerful artifacts - including a weapon that may have the power to destroy the world. With Pentag running around over there with Robin's special baby as fuel for a collection of super-powered toys, the situation just went from bad to critical. We're moving out in short order. Who among your people can be ready to go immediately?"

*As almost an afterthought, Donovan glances at Amagus and Erasmus.*

"Gentlemen, we've shown nothing but respect for your knowledge and ability in arcane matters - and that makes your continued discourtesy particulary aggrivating. We are no more brutes or half-cocked adventures than you are pathetic sniveling sychophants. Let's not allow petty misconceptions to mar our relationship."
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Arthos if you could get us a rough number of how many we need to supply, Ian and I will start breaking those supplies into something more easily transported. Oh yes and get the pack muuu...I mean Phoenix Guard ready to march.

**With this Lambic exits the Inn and can be heard to start belowing as only a dwarf can**

PHOENIX! DOUBLE TIME! WE NEED TO GIVE MOVE! GET YOUR GEAR AND REPORT TO THE GUILD HALL!
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*Looks around at the assembled group*

"Well, it looks like skills other than those I was expecting will be required. I will work with Lambic and Arthos on distribution of supplies Preceptor"

*Salutes*

*speaks with Arthos on matters of supplies, and then follows Lambic out of the Inn*
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*Arthos knods to Ian and heads back to the House Hall dicussing what can taken and how*
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Amagus returns to the portal upon his cane, sporting a leather helm and a bronze breastplate gleaming beneath his robes. A dagger is tucked in his sash and his pouches are full.

“I do not require you to like me, Preceptor. Just do your job and keep me alive.”
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Sen steps forth from the Inn's kitchen. Steam flows from the door jam, and rises from his skin. Quote, the largest of the Raven, sits upon his shoulder. His hands and apron are covered in thick white powder. He smells of butter cream and cinnamon.

“What is going on out here?” Sen asks quietly. He shivers against the cold cold wind and Quote squawks uncontrollably.

When Sen steps from this kitchen, his arms are loaded down with wicker baskets and wooden boxes. A few crates, some rolled up towels, what looks like a fern plant and a large folding box. All of these things he begins to load on to his small cart. It is a small Rickshaw type cart that looks like it was fashioned from the remnants of a food stall that might be common in bigger markets. One load dropped and the Valkyn'Vi disappears back into the kitchen. A heart beat later and he returns, loading several Raven cages onto hooks on the outside of of the cart. A large iron frying pan securely tied to the front of the rickshaw. Once more the Valkyn'Vi vanishes. And again he steps forth from the kitchen. He has his traveling cloak on over his apron and thick leather gloves covering his arms. He is carrying several small cannister that he carefully ties in place at the top of the cart. Quickly he begins tying his goods and materials into place. Then he grabs the reins of the little cart and pulls it forward.

The cart is loaded down with crates and wooden boxes. Sacks of grain,flour ,corn and wheat sit precariously upon the inside shelf of the cart. The ravens caw wildly as the cart wabbles up the cobbled stone path. Sen smiles as it comes to a slight rolling stop.

“Flour, grain, oil,butter,and rendered pig fat. I have everything here. Though there there could be an issue if there turns out to be shortage of grain. I guess if that happens, tell I'll make stone soup. Or eat the
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Dredge has been sitting, quietly wittling a chunk of wood, listening to all the commotion. He gathers his things and walks towards the portal with spear in hand.

"If your dead are in this place, you may wish to speak to them again. As a shaman, it would be hypocritical of me not to help you in this way." he states before walking through the portal.
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By dead you mean whom? If ya are referin' *takes a breath* refering to the ones that were seen unconscious then they might just be that unconscious and NOT DEAD.
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"Ah, but we won't let wishful thinking prevent us from adequate preparations, now shall we."
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