<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/j64q9KC.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Joshua Reinhart (https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/41019429)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Armor shown, with a black rose emblazoned on his shoulder guard<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Barrel Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>36/36 -<strong>AC:</strong>17<br/><strong>Passives:</strong>Perception - 12 | Investigation - 9 | Insight - 10<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong>None<br/><strong>Rolls:</strong>N/A<br/><br/><hr/><br/>'Hold the line, damnit!' He could hear that phrase from one of the senior knights as the invaders broke in, the Iron Rose did not wither, and the thorns never faded… Yet, there was a different priority for the young knight. He did not know the intentions of these would be conquerors other than they were here to usurp the lord. Yet, did they all have such loft intentions? What was the average servant or peasant to an armed invader? He could feel the seething gaze of his knight-commander as Joshua broke ranks, rushing off to ensure that the people who had done nothing wrong could escape. A foolish choice should these invaders be dealt with – he knew his head would roll for such a choice yet it was the right thing to do, if not the correct thing to do.  His halberd was held firmly in both hands as he saw the servants fleeing, going through what methods of escape they could.<br/><br/>It was almost to a point that he was caught completely by surprise by the Elven maid who ushered him a missive, her words frantic but seemingly the truth. He’d never seen this Elf before, yet she called him a good man. Was he? Good men weren’t suppose to turn and flee from their supposed fate. As the din of battle faded around him for just a moment, he sought to read the words, yet they held no meaning, these were not real words… Magic? Or perhaps, a cipher?<br/><br/>Whatever the reason, he felt himself teleported to a room that looked like any other storeroom in the castle. “Ah.” Not so much a word as it was a sound of surprise, a letter in one hand and his halberd in the other. There were others in the room, some of them familiar faces, others strangers. “It… Seems we’re here for some reason.” Of course there was a reason, there had to be. Their lord was dead, and they would soon follow if they stayed, it seemed.<br/><br/>“We’ve no idea of what lays above us now. There could be remnants of those who fell him, or any manner of beast unchained and hungry.” There was a brief pause as he folded the letter, putting it somewhere safe on his person. “Whatever we do we need to use caution. We’ll not survive if we don’t work together at any rate." Hypocritical words from one who had acted so rashly earlier, but he had a letter to deliver, and would see it through one way or the other.<br/>