2020 06 07

Sun Jun 7 13:17:37 2020

Tir Tairnguire, Dodge, Sunday June 07 2080

Another tense night and finally the runners and their charges see action. The Brat'mal, overconfident by past experiences with such situations, stomp into the area, some regretting that brash approach quickly. The first deaths in their lines make the racists more careful and they send mages and spirits forth to investigate the area. None of them return as Smoke and his feline looking companion and their own astral forces make short of those scouts. This is when the Brat'mal leaders finally realize that they have a serious problem. But the runners have not been idle and, using the time of undecidedness of their enemies, sneaked together with their troops around the Brat'mal feigning a superior force of non-elves presence and attacking at the flanks, the runners manage to totally demolish the Brat'mal troop's morale and most of them simply flee from the village. The few that remain are then mopped up by the team. Returning to their impromptu HQ the runners find, to their utter surprise, that Rooks and his colleague, organizing the whole defense from the back row, have fallen prey to their tiredness, after days of organizing and getting things right. That laugh is on them!

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