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The S.H.E.E.L.A. Team found their way through the treacherous land of Carosa and finally made it to France… the Louvre

Where they held up for a few days, recovered, and tried to ready themselves for the journey ahead.
From the roof the apparent hazards in Paris seemed to be:



and Angry mobs:

After setting up a return route and attempting to deal with an armed ‘zombie’

The team headed out… soon after they were attacked by both Nazis and Werewolves.

The battel did not go well… Liam decided to kill Ole… resulting in a fire fight between members.

By the end of the day Ole, Liam and Ahn were dead, and Caleb badly injured.

The Team headed back to the Louvre to regroup and sort out… Caleb will stay behind, the others will go one without him…

Dark days are ahead… Tune in to The S.H.E.E.L.A. Case-files to see what happens next….
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Brothers Found
Commander Olwyn nervously stroked his white beard. He had led Blaze to the chapel deep within the Jarl’s captured keep to speak alone. Although they had just met, the Commander couldn’t hide the creases of concern on his weathered face. “Two of your traveling companions have the evil within them. And a lycanthrope to boot! As a Son of Pelor, how can you tolerate this?” he asked cautiously. Blaze felt a pang of illness in his stomach. All he could think of was to tell the truth. “But there is good in them as well. I believe the evil is temporary, a tool, if you will, to use while we travel through the Abyss. Fear not Commander, I will not let them play host to evil forever,” Blaze said trying to placate the Commander. For he had seen a trace of the Light in both Boudica and Meena just a few short hours ago…

It almost came as no surprise when he saw it. Their path had been a labyrinth of ledges, bridges and staircases with darkness always below. What Blaze couldn’t believe was the size of the minotaur, its hooves thundering down the flight of steps at the party, with shoulders as wide as the staircase and horns the size of elephant tusks. The steps dangled over the black endless maw that is the Rift. This is not going to go well. Meena, at the back of the line, turns steadfast to meet the charging horror head-on. The beast barrels into the formation. Meena is hurled over the edge to certain death. Having watched Mirilda jump to her doom earlier had brought a tug of despondency about Blaze that made him consider joining her. But Boudica had saved the day with a levitate spell. Would she be able to do so again?

Blaze plants his feet and braces himself, not for impact with the beast, but for the burst of light that erupts from his Shield of the Dawn. The radiance is a cannonade completely annihilating the bull-headed monster, its carcass plunging into the oblivion below. “Even here, evil cannot hide from Pelor’s light!” Blaze shrills from the top of his lungs.

And what of Meena? He looked over the edge into the gloom expecting to see nothing but the void. Hope surged in his chest as he saw her fingers gripping the crumbling stone tread. Blaze’s taught biceps swelled as he lifted her to safety. “Praise the Sun, you are alright.”

The Commander nods slowly, seeming to understand, stuck in the Abyss, far from home, you use the resources you have. And although the Commander had 3,000 Sons of Pelor at his disposal, another weapon stood before him. “Aye, I need your help. The giants are returning, the battle is at hand. Would your outfit help defend the Keep and your Brothers?” With faithful resolution Blaze set his chiseled jaw and uttered, “You have my word Commander, we will not yield.”
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Journal entry V.3 #5 DG
A lot has happened as of my previous entry and it has hardly been a day. Well it seems that necromantic spell casters are at it again, they managed to beget a giant undead dragon, father will not be happy with this. Seems that my supposed foul play was correct, but it seems they are worse at foul play with political discourse than I thought. Whoever did this seems to have forgotten you need a to be subtle and leave a town to lead. Either they are terrible at what they are doing, or I am wrong and it wasn't politically motivated and they desired to destroy the island. But I am seldom wrong, well people won't know I was wrong so I can say I expected it at this point. So all is well. Anyway back to the island destruction part, I came out unscathed but I lost most of my prized possessions not to hand, oh well. So I guess its time to recount what happened.

I'll skip all the boring parts, so essentially after my prior entry Nikolai and I headed for the council to disclose the information I found of Dave, and I so I went, but shortly after I started walking a giant skeletal dragon emerged and started taking out the town. As that was a problem and continued enroute to my destination of the council to report this, but on my way there was constant interference of the civilian variety. Anyhow, I continued forward thinking of the peril of the citizens, unlike me they may live happy lives and be just innocent bystanders and as the dark blade of justice I pledged myself to help these hapless individuals no matter the cost on me. So I helped escort my innocent... party? crew? I don't know no matter, the people I am traveling with. So I lead them to the docks with the help of Dave (unfortunately) and my companion Nikolai. He daringly helped escort his love of his life (as he likes to remind me.) But then in a twist of fate as I charged into battle, Nikolai's love (she introduced herself but I don't remember her name... I am normally so good at names I hope she reintroduces herself... I take it she will dislike me calling her Nikolai's love). Anyhow Nikolai's love... The elf girl, started doing all this incomprehensible magic stuff, I believe it was elven because I only vaguely recognized it from my studies. Regardless this was shocking for me to see, anyway I watched this unfold and fended off the would be attackers to the elf, and helped escort civilians onto the ship during the chaos. After this I helped secure the ship then came down to write this I think though I may have to go up soon, apparently there are monsters abouts in the Sea. If more of note happens I will cover in my next (erased faintly see diary) journal log/entry.
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When did I start worrying over Agent Starkey? I mean, it's always been his job to keep us in line. And I understand why some in the SOC want o keep us on a short leash... but hte idea that they'll never let us get anywhere at all is kind of galling....

But it's not even that I worry about what we might get instead of him, as that I worry about what they'll do to him. Weird.

And now I am worried about what they're going to do to Loki. I never ended up in one of the really BAD places, but after what we saw with Reiedra, and some of the things DD has let drop... Where will they put her, and for how long? I mean, stealing some apples can't be worth a long stretch in a dark hole. Not really.... right?

But the madness never stops... now we have a kidnapping. By a dolphin. A dolphin has kidnapped someone.

Life is interesting....

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Aja's Diary, Sixth Day of Descending Water
With all that has been happening to us, I have hardly had time to write. Since my last entry we arrived in Sumpter to find a nearly desolate town full of hopeless people. Kovoyave is hardly the inside man I expected, and the foreman of the mine seems to struggle to get anything done. I am not usually a fan of parties and large gatherings, but I have never seen a town that needs those things so badly.

The festivities seem to be working so far. Tempestraii, the local wind god, pointed us towards Alta Turre. Climbing the mountain was miserable and exhausting, as expected, but with the company of a couple of villagers camp seems more cheerful than before. Even with our near-death encounter with a rock golem, it feels as if we are close to completing our goal so we can return home.

During all these events, I have been cold and homesick and exhausted. Sometimes I feel that I am the weakest of my companions, or at the very least the worst suited to the cold environment. Even though I feel as if I am watching them be the heroes I wish I could be, I still feel as if I have chosen the right path. Twice now I have been filled with a sudden burst of warmth from within myself. I don't know what it means, or even if it's real or just a feeling, but I know I am on the right path.
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