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{Side note: If you are not sure about what is happening or what a characters abilities are use the discussion thread or PM each other. If it seems like a question that your character would ask then do it that way.}
After slogging along the road in mist and the mud for what seemed like forever Father Quadrial was getting worried.
It was starting to get dark enough that he couldn't even see the black crow. The white still could be seen clearly enough, winging along the road just a little bit ahead of the party.
The drizzle had turned to a steady downpour and the gray clouds were turning black.
Why was he out here in the rain and muck when he could be inside warm and dry? Father Quadrial would tell any who asked that he volunteered for these missions to fight evil and stand for god in the places where god often had no representation. The truth of the matter was that he enjoyed the company of rogues and scoundrels much more then the pious brothers of his order.
Staring at the dark cloud ahead he stopped and cocked his head.
"How odd.” He said aloud. "That cloud is starting to look like a hawk. See the profile ..."
Any further word were taken from his mind as he watched the cloud turn its head and blink a huge red eye.
The huge bird opened its wings and let out a cry that thunder.
It swooped down towards the party.
Father Quadrial realized with stark horror that it was not attacking them but their guides.
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