[Group 2] The World's Largest Dungeon - IC

[Mr. X]

Kulkov's speach gives the mob the first sense of direction they've had since the initial disaster, and Arian's spell calms them further. Soon they are working togather to get organized, and start moving out of the city.

"M'thanks, m'lord, uh, dragonborn, m'name's Berin, as it please ya, sir, m'lord..." The man you've chosen stamers out before bowing awkwardly, and mounting one of the horses...

The crowd moves as quickly as it can, but it still feels like a snails pace, inching away from the spreading carnage you can hear far off behind you.

Elias, Malthos, Vlorah, and Arian mount up and circle the crowd, trotting down side streets, and calling out any survivors who can be moved...

By the time you leave the city, the crowd has grown into a collumn nearly a thousand strong, all bruised, bloodied, and battered. Lost and confused as their lives as they knew them ended so abruptly, their last hopes clinging to the thread of Kulkov's promise...

By nightfall, you've managed to put a few hills between yourselves and the ruined city... There is no immediate sign of persuit.

As the collumn settles down to camp, broken and exhausted, Fredric approaches Kulkov...

"... Thought you'd like to know, They're calling you 'Godsent'..."

He looks over the mass, tucked in between the hills.

"... We've very few supplies, most have no possessions to speak of... Malthos remains our only healer, unless this Demonbane has a few more tricks up his sleeve, but it's probably better to keep that a secret. Tough as he is, he's in no condition to push through the night, none of us are..."

He takes a deep breath,

"... Most are wounded, many won't make it through the night... If we stay off the road, we're four days march from Market, and eight or nine from Star Spire... We'll never keep them all fed..."

He reaches up to clap the Dragonborn on the shoulder and smiles.

"... On the brighter side, moral is as good as can be expected, for the moment, thanks to your impressiveness. I don't think we'll need to expect another riot untill people start to get hungry tomorrow... You picked a hell of a job, my lord."

The last he tosses off as almost meaningless, but gives you a sideways look that leaves no doubt as to his loyalty.