<span style="color: green"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Experience Points:</span></span><br/>Lilandra:	4500 (weretiger 6th level devourer CR 11)<br/>Mowler:		1500 (hyenafolk 7th level ranger CR 8 ) 1000 (weaselfolk 7th level rogue CR 8 )<br/>Grai:		500 (18 HD dire bear CR 9) 2250 (direwolftaur 6th level fighter CR 11)<br/>Geno:		500 (18 HD dire bear CR 9) 3000 (wolverinefolk 8th level devourer CR 10)<br/>Takal:		500 (18 HD dire bear CR 9) 2000 (cheetahmorph efreeti 4th level devourer CR 12)<br/>Sashi:		500 (18 HD dire bear CR 9) 2250 (direwolftaur 6th level fighter CR 11)<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Next Level:	10,000 xp </span></span><br/><br/><br/><br/>{{making a belt: craft leatherworking DC 5}}<br/><br/><br/>The barricade has been doused by bucket lines and is now a plume of steam; the street and square are once again dark except for lanternlight.<br/><br/>[wolverinefolk hp: -8 unconcious]<br/><br/>Pip feels the struggling slow, then stop. He looks up at the dragonfolk's face, eyes wide with wonder.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Six armored mice march noisy up the street, each dragging a set of heavy steel manacles. They hastily surround the wolftaur and fasten her limbs and neck. The manacles are chained together, and a muzzle is placed over her gore-stained face. Only then do the healers step in and treat her wounds.<br/><br/>One of the guardsmice lifts the cracked hilt of the taur's weapon with both arms; it looks comical in his hands--the chain is longer than he is tall.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Cecil surveys the battlefield, then turns to the fighters who saved Rodenttown. "You all alright? Things seem to be quieting down now that the mob's broken up. I saw a lot of them wearing disguises, or carrying no weapons...just waiting for the fight to end so they could grab the meat. I recognized a few of them..." the mousefolk says this last part sadly, shaking his head.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>"I think we're the only ones here..." whispers the hyenafolk nervously.<br/><br/>The musteline scowls angrily. He had set his hopes for a feast tonight, and he didn't handle dissapointments well.<br/>"It's just too crowded here," he whispers back, "we need to move to a side street or something. They need to be alone when we jump them." He gestures to the hyena and lizard, and crosses to the next rooftop on a plank (away from the square where Takal and Sashi stand)<br/>"Comeon!"<br/><br/>[weaselfolk move silently: 1d20(6)+14=20]<br/><br/>The hyenafolk creeps behind him.<br/><br/>[hyenafolk move silently: 1d20(19)+6=25]<br/><br/><span style="color: red"><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;round 7&gt;&gt;</span></span>