Aeric took a good look around and smiled.
Windurst, fortunantly, didn't take as much structural damage as San d'Oria. Also, the streets weren't littered with the bodies of fallen comrades and civilians, as it had been in their previous battle. Hindsight was to thank for the many small advantages granted to the heroes against Joseph and his fomor army.
Aeric watched as all the warriors regrouped to gather their senses and help the civilians out from their places of hiding. He also watched as the heirarchy of Windurst stood from afar to survey the result of the battle.
Aeric was not satisfied.
Sure, they defeated their opponent but in that accomplishment they suffered a terrible revelation. Out, hidden in the very world they live in are weapons of the past. Weapons that can pose an otherworldly threat to the unsuspecting and unprepared denizens of this world.
Aeric looks to his side and spits on the ground.
Spinning around, Aeric offers a small wave over his shoulder to anyone who would catch it. The heroes would get little to no praise for their sacrifices, the world would not bow before them and before long, they would be just another group of adventuring misfits littering a bar.
Aeric pulls out his Black Link pearl:
"Everyone listen up! I'm looking for the Corsair Altrage d'Oraguille. I need you guys to search in every city and outpost. This is a new prioraty. Get the word out to every lowlife and contact we have. Let him know Aeric Bone of Bastok is coming for him."This Elvaan will elude me no longer...
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