[IC] Feast of Thanks

[Throndir]

Ludar takes damage. Annia takes damage.

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Attack:

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Against Kassadin:

Attack 1d20+4 : 12 + 4, total 16

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Stats:

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Round 13 in progress - Still to move: Anyone

Damage Dealt

Kills
Ryine: 6
Branwen: 4
Saendal: 5
Kassadin: 8
Sophie Cain: 2
Annia Siadon: 7
Jornathel Mithraiian: 3
Ludar Fink:

Spells/Abilities/Potions used since the day:
Branwen
Acid Splash (Level 0)
Acid Splash (Level 0)

Saendal
Inflict Light Wounds (Level 1)
Inflict Light Wounds (Level 1)

Sophie Cain
Cure Light Wounds (Level 1)
Cure Light Wounds (Level 1)
Teleport (Broom)
Cure Light Wounds (Level 1)

Kassadin
Resilience (1 Powerpoint)
Resilience (1 Powerpoint)
Resilience (1 Powerpoint)

Jornathel Mithraiian
Magic Missile (Level 1)
Magic Missile (Level 1)
Magic Missile (Level 1)

Party HP
Ryine: -1/13, dying
Branwen: 7/9,
Saendal: 0/4, disabled
Max: 7/13
Kassadin: 6/10,
Sophie Cain: 3/5,
Annia Siadon: 7/10,
Jornathel Mithraiian: 8/9,
Ludar Fink: 9/10,

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Map:

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[Throndir]

Kassadin takes damage.

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Attack:

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Stats:

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Round 13 in progress - Still to move: Anyone

Damage Dealt

Kills
Ryine: 6
Branwen: 4
Saendal: 5
Kassadin: 8
Sophie Cain: 2
Annia Siadon: 7
Jornathel Mithraiian: 3
Ludar Fink:

Spells/Abilities/Potions used since the day:
Branwen
Acid Splash (Level 0)
Acid Splash (Level 0)

Saendal
Inflict Light Wounds (Level 1)
Inflict Light Wounds (Level 1)

Sophie Cain
Cure Light Wounds (Level 1)
Cure Light Wounds (Level 1)
Teleport (Broom)
Cure Light Wounds (Level 1)

Kassadin
Resilience (1 Powerpoint)
Resilience (1 Powerpoint)
Resilience (1 Powerpoint)

Jornathel Mithraiian
Magic Missile (Level 1)
Magic Missile (Level 1)
Magic Missile (Level 1)

Party HP
Ryine: -1/13, dying
Branwen: 7/9,
Saendal: 0/4, disabled
Max: 7/13
Kassadin: 5/10,
Sophie Cain: 3/5,
Annia Siadon: 7/10,
Jornathel Mithraiian: 8/9,
Ludar Fink: 9/10,

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Map:

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[Linwelin]

Frustrated, Kin whirls around and slashes at the turkey again. "Gah! Damn birds!"

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Attack:  1d20+4 : 13 + 4, total 17

Damage if hit:  3d6+4 : 5, 1, 6 + 4, total 16

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[Bootman]

Kassadin continued her efforts, quietly humming to herself. "another one down, another one down, another one bites the dust~!"

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Rolled 1d20+6 : 12 + 6, total 18

Rolled 2d6+4 : 5, 2 + 4, total 11

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[Hasabushi]

Ludar had intended to rush and help the fallen necromancer (thats kind of wierd eh?) but instead found himself being rushed and attacked, he swung out hard with his mace intending to bean the turkey in front on him directly in the head.

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to Hit

Rolled 1d20-2 : 19 - 2, total 17

if hit

Rolled 1d6 : 4, total 4

holy damage

Rolled 2d6+1 : 6, 2 + 1, total 9

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[Throndir]

Kin kills one.

Kassadin kills one too.

And what do you know Ludar killed another.

Here comes Annia swining her sword! Let's see if she can get one.

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Attack:

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greatsword 1d20+4 : 12 + 4, total 16

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Stats:

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Round 14 in progress - Still to move: Anyone, turkeys

Damage Dealt

Kills
Ryine: 6
Branwen: 4
Saendal: 5
Kassadin: 9
Sophie Cain: 2
Annia Siadon: 7
Jornathel Mithraiian: 3
Ludar Fink: 1
Kin Sheel: 1

Spells/Abilities/Potions used since the day:
Branwen
Acid Splash (Level 0)
Acid Splash (Level 0)

Saendal
Inflict Light Wounds (Level 1)
Inflict Light Wounds (Level 1)

Sophie Cain
Cure Light Wounds (Level 1)
Cure Light Wounds (Level 1)
Teleport (Broom)
Cure Light Wounds (Level 1)

Kassadin
Resilience (1 Powerpoint)
Resilience (1 Powerpoint)
Resilience (1 Powerpoint)

Jornathel Mithraiian
Magic Missile (Level 1)
Magic Missile (Level 1)
Magic Missile (Level 1)

Party HP
Ryine: -1/13, dying
Branwen: 7/9,
Saendal: 0/4, disabled
Max: 7/13
Kassadin: 5/10,
Sophie Cain: 3/5,
Annia Siadon: 7/10,
Jornathel Mithraiian: 8/9,
Ludar Fink: 9/10,
Kin Sheel: 11/11,

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Map:

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[Throndir]

And she did!

The turkeys want their revenge.

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Attack:

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Against Ludar:

Turkey 1d20+4 : 3 + 4, total 7

Turkey 1d20+4 : 19 + 4, total 23

Against Branwen:

Turkey 1d20+4 : 20 + 4, total 24

Turkey 1d20+4 : 2 + 4, total 6

Against Jornathel:

Turkey 1d20+4 : 9 + 4, total 13

Against Kin:

Turkey 1d20+4 : 11 + 4, total 15

Against Kassadin:

Turkey 1d20+4 : 20 + 4, total 24

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Stats:

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Round 14 in progress - Still to move: Anyone, turkeys

Damage Dealt

Kills
Ryine: 6
Branwen: 4
Saendal: 5
Kassadin: 9
Sophie Cain: 2
Annia Siadon: 8
Jornathel Mithraiian: 3
Ludar Fink: 1
Kin Sheel: 1

Spells/Abilities/Potions used since the day:
Branwen
Acid Splash (Level 0)
Acid Splash (Level 0)

Saendal
Inflict Light Wounds (Level 1)
Inflict Light Wounds (Level 1)

Sophie Cain
Cure Light Wounds (Level 1)
Cure Light Wounds (Level 1)
Teleport (Broom)
Cure Light Wounds (Level 1)

Kassadin
Resilience (1 Powerpoint)
Resilience (1 Powerpoint)
Resilience (1 Powerpoint)

Jornathel Mithraiian
Magic Missile (Level 1)
Magic Missile (Level 1)
Magic Missile (Level 1)

Party HP
Ryine: -1/13, dying
Branwen: 7/9,
Saendal: 0/4, disabled
Max: 7/13
Kassadin: 5/10,
Sophie Cain: 3/5,
Annia Siadon: 7/10,
Jornathel Mithraiian: 8/9,
Ludar Fink: 9/10,
Kin Sheel: 11/11,

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Map:

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[Throndir]

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Crit confirm against Branwen 1d20+4 : 4 + 4, total 8

Crit confirm against Kassadin 1d20+4 : 19 + 4, total 23

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[Throndir]

Ludar took some damage.

Branwen did too.

And Kassadin as well.

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Attack:

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Stats:

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Round 14 in progress - Still to move: Anyone

Damage Dealt

Kills
Ryine: 6
Branwen: 4
Saendal: 5
Kassadin: 9
Sophie Cain: 2
Annia Siadon: 8
Jornathel Mithraiian: 3
Ludar Fink: 1
Kin Sheel: 1

Spells/Abilities/Potions used since the day:
Branwen
Acid Splash (Level 0)
Acid Splash (Level 0)

Saendal
Inflict Light Wounds (Level 1)
Inflict Light Wounds (Level 1)

Sophie Cain
Cure Light Wounds (Level 1)
Cure Light Wounds (Level 1)
Teleport (Broom)
Cure Light Wounds (Level 1)

Kassadin
Resilience (1 Powerpoint)
Resilience (1 Powerpoint)
Resilience (1 Powerpoint)

Jornathel Mithraiian
Magic Missile (Level 1)
Magic Missile (Level 1)
Magic Missile (Level 1)

Party HP
Ryine: -1/13, dying
Branwen: 6/9,
Saendal: 0/4, disabled
Max: 7/13
Kassadin: 3/10,
Sophie Cain: 3/5,
Annia Siadon: 7/10,
Jornathel Mithraiian: 8/9,
Ludar Fink: 8/10,
Kin Sheel: 11/11,

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[Emperor Wilbers]

"Gah!" Saendal yelled as the turkeys tore a chunk of flesh out of his legs. He laid on the ground in pain, but thankfully ("thankfully," Haha, get it!) he could still attempt to fight the turkeys off. He cast Cause Fear to buy Max and his party members some time from the onslaught.

[Bootman]

Kassadin attemps to kill yet another Turkey.

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Er. Attack.

Rolled 1d20+6 : 15 + 6, total 21

Rolled 2d6+4 : 3, 6 + 4, total 13

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[Emperor Wilbers]

Once Saendal cast Cause Fear Max knew he couldn't let another turkey go. He had to get one before they ran, if the spell was successful. He immediately pounced at another turkey and tried to bite it.

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[1d6+2] 6 = 6 + 2 = 8 (I am getting some good rolls!)

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[Linwelin]

Seeing the turkey practically burst in two from his over-sized blade, Kin felt a strange sense of satisfaction, which suddenly turned to thoughts of revenge and turkey-bloodlust. These damned birds gave me those weird dreams, well now they can have them back! TEN-FOLD!

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Attack:  1d20+4 : 10 + 4, total 14

Damage if hit:  3d6+4 : 4, 1, 1 + 4, total 10

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[Eireleen]

Branwen looked idly at the turkey before her. To her, it was no more than another mere annoyance, bearing no weight on her life. But as the turkey looked back, its life began to flash before its eyes. It thought about the events that had led it here, to be killed by this woman now. Of every end that could have awaited the bird, it would come to be one of the Guildman's rapiers.

How?



Harry Turkey stood silently in the rain, the moon obscured by the dark clouds. It was a dark and stormy night of 1992, a night that he would never forget. Before him lay a dead turkey, the blood washing away in the rain, swallowed up by the gutter like a hungry beast.

Plodding footsteps approached him, small splashes in the puddles that filled the streets. "Gob gob gobble gob?"* A second turkey asked, looking over to Harry.

*translated from Turkey: "This is the body?"

Harry didn't look over to him. His detective badge gave only the slightest glint from a nearby street light. In the end, he was no life saver. By definition, the detective arrived after the crime had already been committed. He would always be too late. "Gobble."* Harry replied, finally raising his eyes to his assistant turkey, Dave Melleagris. "Gob gobble...gob."**

*translated from Turkey: "Yeah."
**translated from Turkey: "This turkey...was murdered."

"Gobble gob..."* Dave replied, covering his eyes with his hat.

*translated from Turkey: "My god..."

The silvery knife still emerged from the turkey corpse. The murderer was either brave, or foolish. Harry took one of his turkey cigarettes out of his beak, dropping it on the ground. It was extinguished by the same rains that bathed the city, flooding the empty streets at this late hour.

They toiled, night and day, for six weeks. The cops had long since given up on the case, declaring it cold and moving on. But Harry turkey never gave up on a client. The victim's wife, a young, slim turkey with light brown feathers, had pleaded to him to find vengeance for her lost love, no matter what the cost. Harry was a married turkey, of course. But even so, he could never deny a dame.

The dagger had no manufacturer. It had been homemade, probably by the killer himself. He must have thought that it would cover his tracks more than a store bought knife. But Harry was smarter than that. There was only one turkey in the whole city that could make a knife this good. Mark Galliformes, the blacksmith turkey on 87th street. Taking his hat off, Harry could only sigh. He knew Mark. They had a drink together just the other day, for christ's sake. But no matter how much he wished to deny it, there was no other possibility.

Harry and Dave, the two detectives, approached his blacksmith shop. At first, Mark was amiable. But the moment Harry flashed his badge, he knew why they were there. "Gob gobble gob, gob? Gobble gob!?"* Harry asked in a tone devoid of friendliness, his eyes low.

*translated from Turkey: "Why did you do it, Mark? Why did you kill him!?"

"Gob gobble gob! Gob gob gobble gobob!!"* Mark cried, grabbing hold of a burning hot blade, the edge still white from the forge. "Gobble gob! Gobble gob gob gob gob!!"**

*translated from Turkey: "You could never understand! He took everything from me!!"
**translated from Turkey: "You'll never take me alive!!"

Harry and Dave leapt for their guns, but Mark was faster. "GOBBBLEEEEE!!"* A lonely turkey's cry of pain echoed out through the night. It was Dave's, as the white hot blade was plunged through his chest. "Gobbleeee!!!" Harry yelled, pointing his pistol at Mark and firing.

*translated from Turkey: "AAAGGGHHHHH!!"
*translated from Turkey: "Daaaaaaaaaaaaave!!!"

The bullet hit him square in the beak, leaving him dead on the floor. As Harry stood over the corpses of his only two friends. He could shed no tears. Both of them were dead.



He returned home that night, to his wife and children, with dead eyes. And those eyes never saw life again. He wasted his days at bars, drowning his sorrows in cranberry juice. He didn't even notice his children growing up. "Gob gobble gob gob?" He asked his daughter once, on one of the rare occasions he still ate with his family.

*translated from Turkey: "Did Mrs. Gallopavo give you a good grade?"

"Gobble...gob gob gob gobble...gobble gobble..."* His eyes moved slightly in surprise.

*translated from Turkey: "Mrs. Gallopavo was my teacher last year...I'm in middle school now."

Harry had no response. He merely looked down in shame. And later that night, there he was in the bar again. To him, that was where he belonged. Maybe his family was better off without him.

His wife apparently thought the same. One night, he came home, at four in the morning as he often did. Every night, he went to kiss his children goodnight. They were already asleep, of course. It was far too late for them to hear him. But he liked to think that sometimes, they woke up in the morning, and still felt the warmth of his beak on their cheeks.

But his daughter's bed was empty. As was his son's, and his wife's. He wandered down to the dining room in a stupor, to see a lonely note on the table.

Gob gobble, gobble. Gobble gob gob gobble. Gobble gobble, gob gob gob gobble, gobble gob gob gobble. Gobble gob gobble.

Gobble gob gobble, gob gob gobble gob gobble gobble. Gob gobble gob gobble.

*translated from Turkey: "I can't take this anymore, Harry. You're not the turkey I married. Every night, you come home smelling like cranberries, hours after the children have gone to bed. We never see you anymore.

I've taken the children, and gone to live with my mother in San Francisco. Please don't come looking for us."

Harry set the paper back down on the desk with a trembling wing. They had gone, forever. Slipped through his feathered fingers. That night, he shed the tears that he should have shed when Dave and Mark died.



One year later...

Harry's wife set her children to bed quietly. She still left their door open, out of habit. She knew that Harry used to come in and tuck them in long after they had fallen asleep. But Harry was gone now. She had her own life again. With a slow, plodding walk, she descended the stairs, into the front room of her mother's house.

There was a knock on the door. She looked up, surprised. Her mother never had visitors. And she had left behind all of her friends in Elodria when she moved to San Francisco. And what's more, it was eleven oclock at night. Far too late for visitors.

With a cautious walk, she approached the door and opened it. She was greeted with the shadowy figure of a turkey, pale and thin. And in front, on his chest, he bore a deep, blackened gash.

The mysterious turkey raised a knife. Harry's wife screamed, but she closed the door too late. As she slowly bled to death on the carpet, the lonely turkey's only wish was for Harry to come save her.

But he never came.



Harry walked forlornly in a dark forest. It was his escape, into the wilderness. He had walked away from the city, from everything he once held dear. The rain pounded the treetops, and thunder rang out through the trees. As he looked up, memories washed over him. Of a dark street corner, and the dead turkey that had started it all. It was just like...

"Gob gobble gob gobble, gob gobble?"*

*translated from Turkey: "Just like that night, eh Harry?"

He turned around sharply. The figure was shrouded in darkness. But he knew that voice. He recognized it anywhere. "...Gobble?"*

*translated from Turkey: "...Dave?"

The shadowed turkey stepped into the moonlight. On his chest, the blackened gash from the blacksmith's word a year ago still seemed to simmer with an unholy tenacity. "Gob, gobble. Gob gob gobble, gob gobble gobble."*

*translated from Turkey: "That's right, Harry. I'm the friend you abandoned, on this night, one year ago."

"Gob...gobble?"* Harry asked, backing away. Dave only inched closer, matching his steps and keeping their distance.

*translated from Turkey: "But...how?"

"Gob gob gobble gob gobble gob. Gob gobble, gob gobble gob. Gob gobble, gob gob gobble. Gob gob gob, gobble gob gob."* Dave replied, edging closer to Harry. A knife was in his hand, like a sharpened shadow in the lonely night. "Gob gob, gob gobble, gobble gob gobble. Gob gobble gob gobble gob gobble gobble."**

*translated from Turkey: "The hot sword cauterized the wound it made. You left me for dead, but I didn't bleed out. But when I awoke, I had lost all of my memories. I didn't know who I was, or how I got there."
**translated from Turkey: "But slowly, I remembered, bit by bit. You left me there when I needed you most."

"Gob gobble! Gob gob gobble gobble!"* Harry cried out in fear, cowering at the base of a tree.

**translated from Turkey: "I'm sorry! I thought you had died!"

"Gob gobble, gobble."* Dave said, with a ghastly gleam in his eye. "Gob gobble. Gob gobble gob gobble gob."**

**translated from Turkey: "I did die, Harry."
**translated from Turkey: "I'm a ghost. A ghost of your failure."

There was a soft, plodding sound. Something had been dropped in the wet grass. Harry looked up in horror. His wife's head, already rotted and drained of blood. Even obscured by the tall reeds, there could be no mistake.

"Gob gobble, gobble."* Dave said sinisterly, edging closer. "Gob gobble. Gob gobble gobble."**

**translated from Turkey: "I killed your children, too."
**translated from Turkey: "You abandoned them as well. You abandoned everyone."

Harry stared incredulously. For a moment, he couldn't believe what was happening. It all had to be a bad dream. But it wasn't.

Then, his rage boiled. He stood up, slowly. Dave's beak twisted in to a wicked smile.

Harry drew a pocket knife out of his feathers, gripping it in right wing, and dashed at Dave. Their knives clashed, the moon emerging from the clouds as though to witness their climactic battle, casting its gleam upon their blades.

Harry could only stare into his old friend's wound, the deep burn in his chest. But he was brought out of his reverie when Dave drew back, aiming his knife at Harry's side. He parried, jumping back and clutching his blade even harder. "Gob gobble gobble, gobble."* Dave said, with an eager grin.

**translated from Turkey: "My eyes are up here, Harry."

Harry clenched his beak, the rain and thunder pounding in his ears. They were too far away from civilization for either of their corpses to be found. Whichever one of them died tonight would go missing forever.

But...his enemy was someone who had already gone missing. Dave would only be cast back into the void from which he had emerged. He was a ghost, who had already lost everything there was to lose. It was Harry who was fighting for his life, blade in hand.

He lunged again, but Dave sidestepped the overeager thrust, bringing his knife down on Harry's right wing. He yelled out in anger, stumbling away as he clutched his right side with his left wing. It was bleeding, dripping into the wet grass over the decapitated head of his wife.

He glared back at Dave, switching the knife to his left wing. The thunder pounded harder, like the beating of tribal drums, matched only by the pumping of his blood. Feeling Harry's determination, Dave glared back at him with the same rage, raising his knife in defense.

He lunged again, aiming at Dave's neck. But as though the shadows of the night themselves protected the turkey's body, his dagger fell short. Stumbling blindly, he only just barely avoided Dave's counter attack, a swipe aimed at his legs. Refusing to retreat, Harry leapt forward one more time. He couldn't afford to fall here. Even if he had lost everything...his friends...his family...he couldn't give up hope here. He still had his life. And he would protect it to the bitter end.

Dave's face twisted into a maniacal smile as he met Dave's assault, point for point. Their blades knocked each other side, reeling back in to meet again and again. The clashes and sparks rang out through the forest with no one to hear them. But each of Harry's strikes only became slower and slower, as his exhaustion overtook his adrenaline. And Dave's swings somehow became even faster, as though feeding on Harry's despair.

Harry knew that the battle couldn't go on much longer. His body wouldn't last. He stumbled backwards, catching his breath. Dave didn't pursue, only standing there with an amused, gleeful grin. He raised his dagger above his head, ready for Harry's final charge. Harry summoned every ounce of energy and feeling he had into his left wing. His wife...his children...he couldn't let it end like this. With a final, howling gobble, he charged forward, aiming to sink his knife into Dave's chest.

The confrontation ended with a final stroke. Both of their daggers had found their mark. But Harry's knife had only traced the outline of a mark already made. His knife had sunk into the gash that had been left there from a year ago.

Dave's knife had found the same spot on Harry's chest. The same wound, a stab that left a gaping wound on his abdomen. Harry fell down, choking up blood. He wouldn't be as lucky as Dave. His wound bled like any other. With a gaze devoid of remorse, the turkey looked down at the turkey who had once been his friend.



Harry bled out, in that forest. Dave wandered away, unsure of what to do. He had his revenge. He had accomplished everything he set out to do, but now, he felt emptier than ever. He realized that what he desired now, was death. The true death, that should have found him on that rainy night, one year ago.

That was why he came to the Guild. He joined in with the other turkeys, knowing full well that their assault would fail, and that in that failure, all of them would die.

But that was fine.

At the end of this girl's blade, he would finally find peace.

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Branwen stabs a turkey.

Rolled 1d20+5 : 18 + 5, total 23

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[Neko]

Sophie places her hand on Kassadin's back yet again, looking to heal her a bit.

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Cure light wounds.

Rolled 1d8+1 : 1 + 1, total 2

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