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<blockquote data-quote="Lwaxy" data-source="post: 5889036" data-attributes="member: 53286"><p>Not been around to GM the conclusion so it is in diary form again. </p><p></p><p>-------------------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>Part of Edawon's diary, 29th of Kuthona</p><p></p><p></p><p>...so we went down the shaft to the next level to the kobold caves. Krell and Majek had some trouble, considering how big they are compared to the kobolds, but the rest of us did fine. I was glad to be a halfling, for a change. </p><p></p><p>Kerrin, all his blue mystic glory, assured us he could sway most of the tribe to our side. Well, for a big part of the Truescales, this was, well, true. Most of the others, we could surprise. We met a slave driver who thought he could turn his slaves on us, but after they saw we freed two of theirs and those two... I keep forgetting their names... helped us, they turned against their master and ripped him apart. For all they had already witnessed, I'd have loved to spare the children the view, but there was no chance of them looking away, and I thought I saw the girl rather enjoy the little revenge. </p><p></p><p>We also found the hatchery, and the midwife – if you can call it that – begged us not to hurt the eggs and kids. Why would we? After she found out we weren't unfriendly, she told us about the shaman's planned sacrifice in the sacrifice chamber. </p><p></p><p>Before we could get there, we encountered the king's loyal guard, calling themselves Bloodscales while riding on hideous mutations of giant toads or the like. Yikes. They don't seem to be the safest mounts either because one of them still had a kobold corpse stuck on it who had its head smashed in. I guess the thing jumped too high in the close quartered tunnels. </p><p></p><p>Talking of close quartered – fighting under such conditions is tedious. You always have to worry about not hitting your allies, even without ranged weapons. I hate it. Especially when the light all goes out because everyone drops their torches – except for the kids, who used the torches we gave them like clubs. Which made the remaining light tricky and flickering and shifting and all in all very unpleasant to look at. Some kobolds, Krell and the Mikra boy got injured, and one of our kobold allies and two former slaves died – but at least they died free, as the other slaves assured us in their annoying pidgin language. </p><p></p><p>After that, we developed a plan. It involved Kronk pretending to be the emissary of his clan, with Krell and Majek as his bodyguards, Zaza as his slave and me as a supposedly willing sacrifice following some sort of god advocating a sacrificial death. They picked me for that because I was quick with a dagger. I was to kneel at the king's feet, then stab him once he was distracted. Our kobold allies would take care of any loyalists after that. </p><p></p><p>The idea was fine, because Merlokrep was deranged enough to believe all of it while grinning his one eyed evil grin at us from a throne that looked like it was made from a giant centipede. But was the biggest red kobold... or biggest kobold period... I've ever heard of. He was taller than Kronk or Zaza. Plus, he was standing on the throne. So I had to jump up quite a bit to gut him, and my shoulder and my ankle were bothering me. It was a close call, and the claw marks on my back will probably leave some ugly scars. </p><p></p><p>The crown fell down with a loud clang and rolled right toward our blue friend, who stopped it with his foot and proclaimed that this was the sign that he would be the new king. This actually made sense as he was a big, strong, experienced kobold with magic ability. While a pandemonium of chittering voices broke lose, we had to free the captives. The mystic went ahead to try and distract the shaman. Didn't quite work out. The deranged old kobold tore the heart of the captured elf out with some sort of ceremonial knife just as we got there. There was no chance to save the bard's friend. Galesong flew into a rage like a barbarian of legend and decapitated the shaman despite his obvious lack of sword training with one strike. I dreamed of the flying head a few times, seeing it sail through the rank air of the room in slow motion. </p><p></p><p>We recovered the catatonic main sacrifice, though, the missing boy. He was under a spell or a drug, but it eventually wore off. Something strikes me weird about the boy though. He was shocked and withdrawn, but now that we are back, he recovers quickly. </p><p></p><p>We could not go back by shadow walk with the kids and the bard still in shock. So we took the long way through a wintery wood. Luckily, the snowfall had stopped. The former slaves went back to the mountains, except Kibbo and Jarrdreg, wo were so impressed with Kronk's fighting that they wanted to become monks. Kronk took them to his monastery, so we will see the yellow guy again once thaw starts. Greypelt and his wolves protected us on the way back, so save some funny encounter with a lost giant, we didn't get into anything. </p><p></p><p>Falcon's Hollow is sure a nest of evil, as we quickly noticed when we got back. I mean, we knew it before, somehow, but now it was more obvious. That creepy Hollin boy's mother was thankful but avoided us, and we soon found out why. Seems like all widows of the place who aren't ugly, she needs to work as a prostitute and thus isn't allowed any contact to anyone who might wanna do something about it. </p><p></p><p>This Lumber Consortium is almost worse than those crime syndicates. Actually, it is organized crime, just looking legal. The Jurin boy's dad kind of owns the town, and he sure is a piece of <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" />. The poor boy, on the other hand, seems to have a good heart and just acts tough to please the family. Some piece of work, that bunch. The boy keeps hanging out with us, and Zaza developed some acting scheme, were she and the boy let his dad deliberately listen in on some staged conversations where she supposedly understands his dad and tells him how good he has it or some such, and how his father knows how to keep the money together. I don't know the details, but I jumped right in the one time I met the dad alone, I actually complimented him on knowing how to tech his boy to make his way in life. I'm a good enough actor, and I'm especially good at playing tough types, so he seemed to buy it. I know Majek staged something similar. Dad is quite happy about us since then, especially after I made some offhand comments how the boy picked all the right friends – a ruthless, strong half-elf girl who protects him, a necromancer apprentice who would come in useful, the son of a whore who does what he is told and an imbecile as a token charity – although said imbecile now develops magical powers and will no doubt soon be seen as a tool by Jurin's dad.</p><p></p><p>Personally, I would like to kill this shiny example of a father before we leave, and I just might do that no matter what the rest of the group thinks. </p><p></p><p>Talking of <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /> dads, Savram Vade's father fits the category, too. The young wizard is forced to specialize in necromancy because that is what his father does. Now I know not all necros are evil, but this one sure is. Unfortunately, after his experience with the kobolds, Savram does not want anything to do with the undead. It is Krell who now slowly convinces him that knowing about undead means being safer from them. We have heard his old man threatening to kick him out of he continues to "weakling around" as the father put it. It was more or less an act for the dad who we knew listened in – heck the whole place feels like we need to put on acts all the time. We are thinking of taking both Savram and Jurin, who wishes to become a paladin of Iomedae, with us once the winter has gone. Likely the other kids and Hollin's mother, too. I'm not sure what this means for us. We can't rescue the world, but then, with what I usually do, helping out in this forsaken town is only natural. </p><p></p><p>Can't wait for springtime. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>The few hills around Augustana were only barely covered in snow, but the rain that fell almost each morning lately was icy, and the terrain was slippery on the rubble and frozen snow that mostly made up the trail. Mook, Zayel and Tiva followed the elf carefully, Zayel's familiar circling high overhead. Mook's wolf scouted a bit ahead every now and then, but was not keen to leave the gnome's side, and Amaran assured them it was better that way. </p><p></p><p>They had learned how the Lantern Bearers – Amaran wasn't aware Mook knew about them, and they hadn't told Tiva anything yet – heard of drow in the area. It all started with the cult of a "mute god" who was one of the mainy failures of the Starstone. Yet the silent priests still clung to the faith, claiming their god not responding was part of the doctrine or something like that.In any case, they kept making pilgimages to somewhere in the hillside, and kept coming back with not spells granted but magic items with such useful abilities as healing and other cures. Thus, people flocked to them. Among the drow hunting elves, rumors had spread that the place the worshipers made their pilgrimage to was a place of interest for a demon worshiping group of drow. A few Lantern Bearers had tried to follow the priests of the muted god to see if this was true, but were never heard of again. </p><p></p><p>A few miles back, they had found their remains. It was unsure what exactly killed them, but Zayel had found signs of an ambush, and Amaran said an arrow head found in all the rubble seemed to be drow. </p><p>They had followed the trail marked in a diary one of the elves had with them. </p><p></p><p>Just as they were rounding a big boulder which was blocking the way, several crossbow bolts came down from top of the boulder. Two were reflected by the mithril armor Amaran was wearing, and in no time the elf had an elegant looking sword with a shimmering blue light in his hands. Another missed Zayel and Mook by a hair, and one got stuck in Mook's new hairdo. </p><p></p><p>Mook saw Zayel mumbling a spell just when her inner eye opened. She hadn't told anyone about this new ability of hers yet. Her inner eye allowed her to see all magical connections of things, and she was often confused by the view. It would take time to learn to use it well. But today, something stood out very clearly. </p><p></p><p>The glimpse of a black face peering over the boulder made it all the more clear. Those were some of the drow they had come for, no doubt. And Amaran had been right. They were evil. The whole damned race was evil. And the reason for it shocked her gnome being to the core, so for a long moment, she was unable to act. </p><p></p><p>Amaran was levitating in the air, his shield radiating an aura pressing back the waves of evil emanating from their enemies. Zayel had produced a shield for the girls and himself reflecting the crossbow bolts, but he seemed at a loss what else to do when Mook came around again. "D-don't you have an o-offensive spell, s-say, one of those f-firework types you sometimes d-did?"</p><p></p><p>For a moment, the Wizard was confused. Then, as the sound of sword against sword came from up the boulder, he realized his friend meant magic missiles. "Ah, that's not one of my spontaneous spells yet, and I haven't prepared it."</p><p></p><p>Mook groaned. It was typical of the young man to pick the wrong spells, as they had learned on their childhood explores. She should have helped him select them. "Anything e-else offensive?" </p><p></p><p>A dead black skinned drow came sailing down, his throat cut clean and still shimmering in the same blue light of Amaran's holy sword. Zayel thought that he looked remarkably like an elf. </p><p></p><p>Zayel thought for a moment, all the time hoping the elf could deal with their enemies alone. He could not even see their foes, who kept shooting crossbow bolts and arrows at them. Before he could think of anything, he was distracted by the sound of Mook mumbling a spell of her own, and a moment later, the oracle seemed to swim through the air. While she left the protective zone of the shield he had created, she was remarkable swift in avoiding two bolts, and then she was high enough to see their foes. Then she uttered a sentence in a language Zayel did not recognize. It sounded dangerous, evil if anyone would have asked him right then. </p><p></p><p>Then he remembered he would be able to fly up there, too, as, thanks to his familiar, it was a spell he could always use. He did have some spells that might be useful, and maybe his hawk could help him in the attack, too. He cursed his slowness in making decisions. "I'll fly after her, just wait here," he began, but Tiva, being in shock still from being attacked the first time in her young life, immediately begged him not to leave her. "I can't make a shield on my own yet, what would I do?" </p><p></p><p>Zayel looked up in despair to notice two of the dark skinned humanoids fighting with each other. One of them was close to throw the other one over the edge or even gut him with a dagger. Mook looked on in satisfaction. It must have been her spell causing this, then. The wizard felt even more useless. "Outspelled by an oracle," he mumbled as he resigned himself to the fact that he could only hope to protect the frightened summoner behind him. </p><p></p><p>The next drow dropped, cut open from tight to neck, off the boulder. Mook by now had her crossbow in hand and proceeded to kill the remaining drow that had been affected by her spell. The bolt hit the back of his neck and sent him coming down, too. The gnome had not counted on the backlash, though. With no solid ground to brace herself on, the force of the shot made her tumble backwards. She caught herself and fired another shot at whoever else was up there still shooting at Zayel and Tiva. Again she tumbled back. But the shooting ceased. All that was to be heard now was the clang of swords up there.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lwaxy, post: 5889036, member: 53286"] Not been around to GM the conclusion so it is in diary form again. ------------------------------------------------------------- Part of Edawon's diary, 29th of Kuthona ...so we went down the shaft to the next level to the kobold caves. Krell and Majek had some trouble, considering how big they are compared to the kobolds, but the rest of us did fine. I was glad to be a halfling, for a change. Kerrin, all his blue mystic glory, assured us he could sway most of the tribe to our side. Well, for a big part of the Truescales, this was, well, true. Most of the others, we could surprise. We met a slave driver who thought he could turn his slaves on us, but after they saw we freed two of theirs and those two... I keep forgetting their names... helped us, they turned against their master and ripped him apart. For all they had already witnessed, I'd have loved to spare the children the view, but there was no chance of them looking away, and I thought I saw the girl rather enjoy the little revenge. We also found the hatchery, and the midwife – if you can call it that – begged us not to hurt the eggs and kids. Why would we? After she found out we weren't unfriendly, she told us about the shaman's planned sacrifice in the sacrifice chamber. Before we could get there, we encountered the king's loyal guard, calling themselves Bloodscales while riding on hideous mutations of giant toads or the like. Yikes. They don't seem to be the safest mounts either because one of them still had a kobold corpse stuck on it who had its head smashed in. I guess the thing jumped too high in the close quartered tunnels. Talking of close quartered – fighting under such conditions is tedious. You always have to worry about not hitting your allies, even without ranged weapons. I hate it. Especially when the light all goes out because everyone drops their torches – except for the kids, who used the torches we gave them like clubs. Which made the remaining light tricky and flickering and shifting and all in all very unpleasant to look at. Some kobolds, Krell and the Mikra boy got injured, and one of our kobold allies and two former slaves died – but at least they died free, as the other slaves assured us in their annoying pidgin language. After that, we developed a plan. It involved Kronk pretending to be the emissary of his clan, with Krell and Majek as his bodyguards, Zaza as his slave and me as a supposedly willing sacrifice following some sort of god advocating a sacrificial death. They picked me for that because I was quick with a dagger. I was to kneel at the king's feet, then stab him once he was distracted. Our kobold allies would take care of any loyalists after that. The idea was fine, because Merlokrep was deranged enough to believe all of it while grinning his one eyed evil grin at us from a throne that looked like it was made from a giant centipede. But was the biggest red kobold... or biggest kobold period... I've ever heard of. He was taller than Kronk or Zaza. Plus, he was standing on the throne. So I had to jump up quite a bit to gut him, and my shoulder and my ankle were bothering me. It was a close call, and the claw marks on my back will probably leave some ugly scars. The crown fell down with a loud clang and rolled right toward our blue friend, who stopped it with his foot and proclaimed that this was the sign that he would be the new king. This actually made sense as he was a big, strong, experienced kobold with magic ability. While a pandemonium of chittering voices broke lose, we had to free the captives. The mystic went ahead to try and distract the shaman. Didn't quite work out. The deranged old kobold tore the heart of the captured elf out with some sort of ceremonial knife just as we got there. There was no chance to save the bard's friend. Galesong flew into a rage like a barbarian of legend and decapitated the shaman despite his obvious lack of sword training with one strike. I dreamed of the flying head a few times, seeing it sail through the rank air of the room in slow motion. We recovered the catatonic main sacrifice, though, the missing boy. He was under a spell or a drug, but it eventually wore off. Something strikes me weird about the boy though. He was shocked and withdrawn, but now that we are back, he recovers quickly. We could not go back by shadow walk with the kids and the bard still in shock. So we took the long way through a wintery wood. Luckily, the snowfall had stopped. The former slaves went back to the mountains, except Kibbo and Jarrdreg, wo were so impressed with Kronk's fighting that they wanted to become monks. Kronk took them to his monastery, so we will see the yellow guy again once thaw starts. Greypelt and his wolves protected us on the way back, so save some funny encounter with a lost giant, we didn't get into anything. Falcon's Hollow is sure a nest of evil, as we quickly noticed when we got back. I mean, we knew it before, somehow, but now it was more obvious. That creepy Hollin boy's mother was thankful but avoided us, and we soon found out why. Seems like all widows of the place who aren't ugly, she needs to work as a prostitute and thus isn't allowed any contact to anyone who might wanna do something about it. This Lumber Consortium is almost worse than those crime syndicates. Actually, it is organized crime, just looking legal. The Jurin boy's dad kind of owns the town, and he sure is a piece of :):):):). The poor boy, on the other hand, seems to have a good heart and just acts tough to please the family. Some piece of work, that bunch. The boy keeps hanging out with us, and Zaza developed some acting scheme, were she and the boy let his dad deliberately listen in on some staged conversations where she supposedly understands his dad and tells him how good he has it or some such, and how his father knows how to keep the money together. I don't know the details, but I jumped right in the one time I met the dad alone, I actually complimented him on knowing how to tech his boy to make his way in life. I'm a good enough actor, and I'm especially good at playing tough types, so he seemed to buy it. I know Majek staged something similar. Dad is quite happy about us since then, especially after I made some offhand comments how the boy picked all the right friends – a ruthless, strong half-elf girl who protects him, a necromancer apprentice who would come in useful, the son of a whore who does what he is told and an imbecile as a token charity – although said imbecile now develops magical powers and will no doubt soon be seen as a tool by Jurin's dad. Personally, I would like to kill this shiny example of a father before we leave, and I just might do that no matter what the rest of the group thinks. Talking of :):):):):):) dads, Savram Vade's father fits the category, too. The young wizard is forced to specialize in necromancy because that is what his father does. Now I know not all necros are evil, but this one sure is. Unfortunately, after his experience with the kobolds, Savram does not want anything to do with the undead. It is Krell who now slowly convinces him that knowing about undead means being safer from them. We have heard his old man threatening to kick him out of he continues to "weakling around" as the father put it. It was more or less an act for the dad who we knew listened in – heck the whole place feels like we need to put on acts all the time. We are thinking of taking both Savram and Jurin, who wishes to become a paladin of Iomedae, with us once the winter has gone. Likely the other kids and Hollin's mother, too. I'm not sure what this means for us. We can't rescue the world, but then, with what I usually do, helping out in this forsaken town is only natural. Can't wait for springtime. The few hills around Augustana were only barely covered in snow, but the rain that fell almost each morning lately was icy, and the terrain was slippery on the rubble and frozen snow that mostly made up the trail. Mook, Zayel and Tiva followed the elf carefully, Zayel's familiar circling high overhead. Mook's wolf scouted a bit ahead every now and then, but was not keen to leave the gnome's side, and Amaran assured them it was better that way. They had learned how the Lantern Bearers – Amaran wasn't aware Mook knew about them, and they hadn't told Tiva anything yet – heard of drow in the area. It all started with the cult of a "mute god" who was one of the mainy failures of the Starstone. Yet the silent priests still clung to the faith, claiming their god not responding was part of the doctrine or something like that.In any case, they kept making pilgimages to somewhere in the hillside, and kept coming back with not spells granted but magic items with such useful abilities as healing and other cures. Thus, people flocked to them. Among the drow hunting elves, rumors had spread that the place the worshipers made their pilgrimage to was a place of interest for a demon worshiping group of drow. A few Lantern Bearers had tried to follow the priests of the muted god to see if this was true, but were never heard of again. A few miles back, they had found their remains. It was unsure what exactly killed them, but Zayel had found signs of an ambush, and Amaran said an arrow head found in all the rubble seemed to be drow. They had followed the trail marked in a diary one of the elves had with them. Just as they were rounding a big boulder which was blocking the way, several crossbow bolts came down from top of the boulder. Two were reflected by the mithril armor Amaran was wearing, and in no time the elf had an elegant looking sword with a shimmering blue light in his hands. Another missed Zayel and Mook by a hair, and one got stuck in Mook's new hairdo. Mook saw Zayel mumbling a spell just when her inner eye opened. She hadn't told anyone about this new ability of hers yet. Her inner eye allowed her to see all magical connections of things, and she was often confused by the view. It would take time to learn to use it well. But today, something stood out very clearly. The glimpse of a black face peering over the boulder made it all the more clear. Those were some of the drow they had come for, no doubt. And Amaran had been right. They were evil. The whole damned race was evil. And the reason for it shocked her gnome being to the core, so for a long moment, she was unable to act. Amaran was levitating in the air, his shield radiating an aura pressing back the waves of evil emanating from their enemies. Zayel had produced a shield for the girls and himself reflecting the crossbow bolts, but he seemed at a loss what else to do when Mook came around again. "D-don't you have an o-offensive spell, s-say, one of those f-firework types you sometimes d-did?" For a moment, the Wizard was confused. Then, as the sound of sword against sword came from up the boulder, he realized his friend meant magic missiles. "Ah, that's not one of my spontaneous spells yet, and I haven't prepared it." Mook groaned. It was typical of the young man to pick the wrong spells, as they had learned on their childhood explores. She should have helped him select them. "Anything e-else offensive?" A dead black skinned drow came sailing down, his throat cut clean and still shimmering in the same blue light of Amaran's holy sword. Zayel thought that he looked remarkably like an elf. Zayel thought for a moment, all the time hoping the elf could deal with their enemies alone. He could not even see their foes, who kept shooting crossbow bolts and arrows at them. Before he could think of anything, he was distracted by the sound of Mook mumbling a spell of her own, and a moment later, the oracle seemed to swim through the air. While she left the protective zone of the shield he had created, she was remarkable swift in avoiding two bolts, and then she was high enough to see their foes. Then she uttered a sentence in a language Zayel did not recognize. It sounded dangerous, evil if anyone would have asked him right then. Then he remembered he would be able to fly up there, too, as, thanks to his familiar, it was a spell he could always use. He did have some spells that might be useful, and maybe his hawk could help him in the attack, too. He cursed his slowness in making decisions. "I'll fly after her, just wait here," he began, but Tiva, being in shock still from being attacked the first time in her young life, immediately begged him not to leave her. "I can't make a shield on my own yet, what would I do?" Zayel looked up in despair to notice two of the dark skinned humanoids fighting with each other. One of them was close to throw the other one over the edge or even gut him with a dagger. Mook looked on in satisfaction. It must have been her spell causing this, then. The wizard felt even more useless. "Outspelled by an oracle," he mumbled as he resigned himself to the fact that he could only hope to protect the frightened summoner behind him. The next drow dropped, cut open from tight to neck, off the boulder. Mook by now had her crossbow in hand and proceeded to kill the remaining drow that had been affected by her spell. The bolt hit the back of his neck and sent him coming down, too. The gnome had not counted on the backlash, though. With no solid ground to brace herself on, the force of the shot made her tumble backwards. She caught herself and fired another shot at whoever else was up there still shooting at Zayel and Tiva. Again she tumbled back. But the shooting ceased. All that was to be heard now was the clang of swords up there. [/QUOTE]
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