<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Chapter 1: The Meeting of the Keepers<br/>Update</strong></span></div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Road Group</strong></span></div><br/><strong>Jareth &amp; Dirk:</strong>As the dagger sinks into the weakened armor or Rill he curses under his breath as his sword drops off to one side and this shield arm goes limp. His head tills back a moment as he looks over at the thief and then at Jareth. "It seems the my employer was right about you...guess I didn't pay it any attention at the time....oh well....maybe next time...." with that Rill leans to one side and falls to the ground. A final intake of breath and then he lays still and unmoving. Around you see the gnome tear off down the road while the thief wipes his dagger clean of Rills blood. Nearby you see the jail wagon, 4 heavy horses, and supplies for the group. In the distance you hear the sounds of the terror struck man crashing through the underbrush as he makes good his escape.<br/><br/>Combat: Rill dead.<br/><br/><strong>Gorvis</strong>: As your feet carry you as fast as you possibly can a nagging thought enters into your head. A kind of amusement, a sick and twisted kind, as the farther you distance yourself from the two people upon the road the more the pleasing feeling within your head seems to grow. At that moment you feel the eyes of someone upon you. Looking around out of instint you know that you will not see whoever or whatever it is that is looking upon you. Magic is at work here and something is about to take place. All alone and without something to interpost between you and the mindset of this person slows your steps. Better to face it alone or perhaps your unlikely aid in freeing the thief may work out to aid your from this person.<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Nature Group</strong></span></div><br/><strong>Orchid and Wick:</strong>Your keen ears pick up the sounds of someone crashing through the woods as they try to put as much distance between themselves and whatever it is that was hounding them. You know they are close but you don't see them. The direction they are coming from seems to be the southwest. The forest around you also has gone extremely quiet. No wind, no sounds, not even the crunching of the leaves beneath your feet. Something prickles on the back of your necks as the sounds of only the running man enters into your ears.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Religion Group</strong></span></div>(Waiting on Nicco)