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<blockquote data-quote="sniffles" data-source="post: 2272986" data-attributes="member: 30035"><p>Sorry about the weird look of this. Apparently the combination of Word documents, Internet Explorer, and this forum just don't mix well.<img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /></p><p></p><p>During this period of the campaign I was diagnosed with cancer and went through chemotherapy, so I missed a few sessions. Our brilliant GM, Devo, whose comments you can read here, kindly allowed me to keep up with the rest of the party so my character level wouldn't fall behind.<img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /></p><p></p><p></p><p>Waiting</p><p></p><p>I feel a great darkness has descended upon my heart. I will not allow myself to think the worst. I must put my faith in Corellon Larethian.</p><p>Our watcher appeared to flee when detected. It seemed a creature of man-like size. Rock and I determined not to awaken the rest of our party. When Nekaya grew too weary to remain awake I roused Erim again. I hoped this would not disrupt his ability to memorize his spells. The remainder of the night was fortunately without disturbance.</p><p></p><p>On the morrow Liadan, Nekaya and Rock searched for the tracks of the watcher to determine if it was a goblin. The watcher wore boots, which Liadan tells us is not usual for goblin-kind, but perhaps the goblins of this land differ from those of Cormyr with which she is familiar. Little else could be determined from what they found. We decided to make two fires in the evening in an effort to light a greater area. After this was done we began a discussion of how long we should wait for our companions to return. We have only enough food for perhaps a little more than a week. We determined that we should wait a week and depart before our supplies fall too low. We will most likely travel to the nearby town of Camber that Havin told us of to seek further supplies. I suspect after that we would return to our campsite here.</p><p></p><p>I do not know if our darkest fears have been realized, but Califax has fallen. We were roused during the first watch by a terrible cry of pain and despair. I confess that I was so panicked by this sound that I sprang up in confusion. When I saw that some of the horses had broken their picket line and were fleeing into the darkness, I pursued them without thought for my friends. By the time I managed to catch one animal I came to my senses, but by then I had to calm the frightened horse before I could return with it to our camp.</p><p></p><p>When I returned I found that Califax had fallen to the ground and lay insensible. The terrible cry, it seemed, had come from that mighty steed. Liadan was beside herself with grief. Nekaya explained that a paladin is bonded to his mount in a way that no ordinary horse and rider can understand. Califax's condition indicated that something dire may have befallen Covenant. Liadan at once swore that she would go to the mountain as soon as it was light. I foolishly promised to accompany her. I would not go back on my word, but it would have been better had I thought before speaking. I could only think that if Covenant has fallen, what may have become of my beloved?</p><p></p><p>As we spoke of seeking our companions, Sandrue seemed to lose all confidence. He felt that he was too weak and useless to offer any aid. Phaele spoke urgently with him to convince him to remain with us. I think he might have packed up and gone to Camber alone, but she was able to persuade him that this would be a foolhardy choice here in the goblin-infested mountains.</p><p></p><p>Thanks to Corellon, we were able to recover all the horses. Liadan would have spent all night praying at Califax's side, but Rock and Nekaya were able to persuade her to attempt to sleep. She also agreed not to make any decision until Califax’s condition could be seen in the light of the sun.</p><p></p><p>Other troubles soon distracted us from our worries about Covenant. Brigands attempted to steal some of our horses later in the night. They fled when I challenged them, which woke some of my companions. Phaele was able to return to sleep, but Sandrue remained awake. I fear that he has lost hope.</p><p></p><p>When dawn arrived Sandrue seemed to have recovered some of his confidence. Ever the mediator, he called upon us to think carefully on what we would do. He is right to think that we have no hope to fight the dragon. None of us are so foolish as to think we could take on such a powerful creature. But we will not be satisfied until we can at least attempt to determine what has become of our teachers and loved ones. We cannot seek them while Califax lies helpless, however, for it is part of Liadan's charge to care for the horse. Liadan is not happy with this. I am certain it must chafe her to remain here looking after a sick animal, particularly one that has always been most unfriendly toward her. Only yesterday he bit her, though it seemed a rather half-hearted snap compared to his usual demeanor. But she agreed that it would not be right to leave him untended, and we are not willing to split up our party.</p><p></p><p>While Liadan and Rock made an attempt to get Califax on his feet, Sandrue and Erim discussed going to further examine the magical ward that surrounds the mountain. It would be well to know more of this before we attempt to pass through it. Nekaya and I agreed to accompany them as guards. They took some time to cast spells that would allow them to learn more of the ward, which is invisible and intangible to me. They spoke of necromancy and various other schools of wizardry, but it seemed that their spells could not tell them precisely what effect the ward would have on one who passed through it.</p><p></p><p>As we stood near the ward, we caught a glimpse of a man peering among the rocks at us from the other side of the barrier. Soon two other heads were glimpsed. Sandrue and Nekaya called out to them. One man spoke with them, seeming quite interested when Nekaya introduced herself as a paladin. This appeared to assuage some of his fear. He came out and introduced himself as Stork, asking if we had any food. Nekaya tossed packets of trail rations to him. He indicated that he knew where our camp lay and that he was aware we had many horses, and he asked if we could spare some for himself and his companions. He was told that we could spare some food but not any of our mounts. Sandrue attempted to question him about his knowledge of the mountain area. At length Stork and two of his companions, Van and Essex, came down to join us and agreed to accompany us back to our camp for more food.</p><p></p><p>Though they denied this, we are certain that some of Stork's companions were the would-be horse thieves of the previous night. As we came down to our camp we found that some others of their group had been spying upon the camp and had aroused Rock's ire. He had struck down a man called Igenhaus and chased away another fellow. Liadan had bound the unconscious Igenhaus and held him prisoner. Stork did not seem much concerned with this and chatted quite companionably with Sandrue. He had not seen our other companions, nor anyone else among the mountains. Though he did not say so in so many words, it seemed that he and his friends were fugitives.</p><p></p><p>While Sandrue spoke with Stork some of Stork's other compatriots appeared among the rocks to the west of our camp and called upon us to release our hostages. Stork and his two friends departed to show their other companions that they were not held prisoner. Liadan released Igenhaus and Nekaya expended some of her holy power to heal his injury. He fled at once when he caught sight of Rock.</p><p></p><p>A short while later Stork and the rest of his group returned and sought parley. Their leader, a man called Filit, swore to offer no harm to us and to take nothing that was not offered. In return Nekaya prepared a meal for all of us. The fugitives outnumber us, but they are not heavily armed and they are poorly provisioned for life in the wilderness. I would not relax our vigilance, for despite Filit's promises I am not certain they will not again attempt to steal our mounts, but I do not fear that we could stand against them if they attempt to attack us.</p><p></p><p>It seems that perhaps we will not need to concern ourselves with these fugitives. As Sandrue spoke with Filit, I noted that the sword my wife had given me had begun to glow. A goblin had entered our camp. Much to our surprise the fugitives seemed to recognize the creature by name, but rather than greet or attack it they sprang to their feet and fled the camp!</p><p></p><p>(Player's note: I missed a session here due to illness)</p><p></p><p>Camber</p><p>Our journey has taken a strange turn of events, and I have had little time for this journal of late. I will do my best to bring my saga up to date.</p><p></p><p>By some miracle Califax recovered his health and led us all to the stronghold of the wizard Gadron. Gadron did not seem entirely pleased to see us, though this may be only because we were able to enter his sanctum without his leave. He has agreed to do what he can to seek the fate of our missing companions. Toward this end Califax has remained with the wizard.</p><p></p><p>As for the rest of our party, we have taken up residence in the town of Camber which Havin pointed out to us before our companions departed to meet the dragon. It is not a large town, but it is walled in defense against frequent orcish raids during the winter. To combat the orcs and goblins the town maintains a militia, and as we will be dwelling here for several months it seemed as well that we offer our assistance in protecting our new home. All of our group have joined the militia.</p><p></p><p>Though I do not consider myself a great warrior, it seems that my training has put me ahead of most of the townsfolk in skill, and now that we have been here several months I find myself in a position of some small authority among the militia. It is most interesting to me that the commander of the militia is a Halfling woman, Serrah Puffleweis. She seems to be well experienced and knowledgeable, which I would not have expected from one of her folk.</p><p></p><p>Liadan has spent much of her free time working with Mistress Saffron, an aged gnome who is the head priestess in the local temple of Chauntea. Mistress Saffron has been too ill to conduct her duties, and Liadan has been working with Nekaya and Phaele in an attempt to find a treatment for the lady's illness. She has also been helping the local blacksmith, whose son recently moved away leaving him without an assistant. Nekaya has fit well into the militia, having been a temple guard previously, while Phaele has found some small success as an alchemist.</p><p></p><p>I see little of Rock of late, for he has volunteered to take night watches. He has occupied himself much with repairing the house we have rented for our lodgings. In fact, he has been so busy that he has entrusted the care of his mounts to me. I have also taken responsibility for looking after all of our spare horses. We decided to sell two of them to save expenses on their care, but we still must provide stabling and feed for the remaining animals as well as our own mounts.</p><p></p><p>After we had been here some little while we received a package from Gadron, delivered by some magical means. It pertained only to Sandrue and Erim, who were asked to translate some magical tomes for the wizard. Thus far Gadron has not been able to provide any news regarding the whereabouts of our missing companions.</p><p></p><p>As winter set in the orcs began to raid outlying farms. Many townsfolk brought their livestock into the town for safekeeping. Strangely our patrols discovered three farms where everything had been taken, including apparently the people. This is not typical of orcish raids. We have not been able to determine what has becoming of the missing people.</p><p></p><p>Since all Liadan's efforts to aid Mistress Saffron have been fruitless, Nekaya has volunteered to take a small group of militiamen to the town of Fort Arran to seek aid at the temple of Chauntea there. Commander Serrah and Mayor Corwin have approved this plan and taken up a collection of funds to pay for what may be needed. Nekaya has ridden out with 9 companions. I would that I could accompany her, but I feel that my place is here.</p><p></p><p>Today brought a very strange development. For several days our scouts had observed a wagon train of orcs and goblins approaching the town. The wagons appeared to be empty. This peculiar procession had with them several ogres and dire boar to draw the wagons. We watched them closely as they circled the town and approached the gate. A small party led by a well-armed orc stepped forward to address the representatives atop the gate. The orc demanded that we give them supplies, else they would burn the town.</p><p></p><p>I was not privy to the discussion that followed among the town elders, but after some little while Commander Serrah gave the order to fire. We rained arrows down upon the orcs, managing to drive the dire boars wild and send them fleeing. Strangely one of the ogres used his great body to shield the orc leader, but this availed the orc nought, for the ogre was slain and when his body fell away the orc leader soon succumbed as well. A few of the other goblinoids fled. Commander Serrah has sent a sortie to bring in the wagons and gather up all useful arrows.</p><p></p><p>Nekaya's party has been gone for a month. I hope that they will have no difficulty with these orcs on their return trip. It seems that the orcs have a new warmaster and are better organized than they have been in the past.</p><p></p><p>As always, I pray each night for the safety of my wife and her compatriots.</p><p></p><p>Winter in Camber</p><p></p><p>After we had removed the remains of the orcish wagon train, several small patrols set out to hunt down those few who had escaped. It was felt that this would send a more definitive message to the orcs' new warmaster. I joined one of the patrols and we swiftly dispatched a lone orc. Rock and Sandrue went with another patrol in pursuit of one of the ogres. Sandrue has learned the folly of getting within an ogre's reach, I think. He was fortunate that Nekaya's party returned then, and she was able to heal his wounds.</p><p></p><p>Nekaya brought with her a cleric called Esther, and an assortment of potions and magic items to aid in healing Mistress Saffron. Once Mistress Saffron had recovered sufficiently from her illness, the mayor held a banquet to celebrate her recovery. We were all invited to attend. It is touching how the townsfolk have come to accept our little group of strangers.</p><p></p><p>All of the news since our victory over the orcs has not been good. Two patrols have vanished. We set out to discover if we could what had become of them. Before our departure, Sandrue and Phaele consulted the local wizard, Master Sonnum, but I do not know if he provided any help.</p><p></p><p>While checking some of the area farms through which the missing patrols would have passed, we stumbled upon a corpse frozen in the snow. He appeared to be a traveler, a stranger to the area. As our party examined him, a rod was found in his pouch. Nekaya declared that this object radiated an aura of evil. Much discussion then ensued about what to do with the item. Nekaya wished to destroy it at once, but Sandrue wanted to keep it for study. Liadan averred that she could smash it with a divine spell. Eventually it was decided that it would be safer to destroy the object, so Liadan took it aside and called upon Lathander's might to tear it asunder.</p><p></p><p>But when the rod was destroyed a dark shape emerged from it and began to advance upon our group! I do not know what evil this bodes, or how we will overcome it.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="sniffles, post: 2272986, member: 30035"] Sorry about the weird look of this. Apparently the combination of Word documents, Internet Explorer, and this forum just don't mix well.:) During this period of the campaign I was diagnosed with cancer and went through chemotherapy, so I missed a few sessions. Our brilliant GM, Devo, whose comments you can read here, kindly allowed me to keep up with the rest of the party so my character level wouldn't fall behind.:) Waiting I feel a great darkness has descended upon my heart. I will not allow myself to think the worst. I must put my faith in Corellon Larethian. Our watcher appeared to flee when detected. It seemed a creature of man-like size. Rock and I determined not to awaken the rest of our party. When Nekaya grew too weary to remain awake I roused Erim again. I hoped this would not disrupt his ability to memorize his spells. The remainder of the night was fortunately without disturbance. On the morrow Liadan, Nekaya and Rock searched for the tracks of the watcher to determine if it was a goblin. The watcher wore boots, which Liadan tells us is not usual for goblin-kind, but perhaps the goblins of this land differ from those of Cormyr with which she is familiar. Little else could be determined from what they found. We decided to make two fires in the evening in an effort to light a greater area. After this was done we began a discussion of how long we should wait for our companions to return. We have only enough food for perhaps a little more than a week. We determined that we should wait a week and depart before our supplies fall too low. We will most likely travel to the nearby town of Camber that Havin told us of to seek further supplies. I suspect after that we would return to our campsite here. I do not know if our darkest fears have been realized, but Califax has fallen. We were roused during the first watch by a terrible cry of pain and despair. I confess that I was so panicked by this sound that I sprang up in confusion. When I saw that some of the horses had broken their picket line and were fleeing into the darkness, I pursued them without thought for my friends. By the time I managed to catch one animal I came to my senses, but by then I had to calm the frightened horse before I could return with it to our camp. When I returned I found that Califax had fallen to the ground and lay insensible. The terrible cry, it seemed, had come from that mighty steed. Liadan was beside herself with grief. Nekaya explained that a paladin is bonded to his mount in a way that no ordinary horse and rider can understand. Califax's condition indicated that something dire may have befallen Covenant. Liadan at once swore that she would go to the mountain as soon as it was light. I foolishly promised to accompany her. I would not go back on my word, but it would have been better had I thought before speaking. I could only think that if Covenant has fallen, what may have become of my beloved? As we spoke of seeking our companions, Sandrue seemed to lose all confidence. He felt that he was too weak and useless to offer any aid. Phaele spoke urgently with him to convince him to remain with us. I think he might have packed up and gone to Camber alone, but she was able to persuade him that this would be a foolhardy choice here in the goblin-infested mountains. Thanks to Corellon, we were able to recover all the horses. Liadan would have spent all night praying at Califax's side, but Rock and Nekaya were able to persuade her to attempt to sleep. She also agreed not to make any decision until Califax’s condition could be seen in the light of the sun. Other troubles soon distracted us from our worries about Covenant. Brigands attempted to steal some of our horses later in the night. They fled when I challenged them, which woke some of my companions. Phaele was able to return to sleep, but Sandrue remained awake. I fear that he has lost hope. When dawn arrived Sandrue seemed to have recovered some of his confidence. Ever the mediator, he called upon us to think carefully on what we would do. He is right to think that we have no hope to fight the dragon. None of us are so foolish as to think we could take on such a powerful creature. But we will not be satisfied until we can at least attempt to determine what has become of our teachers and loved ones. We cannot seek them while Califax lies helpless, however, for it is part of Liadan's charge to care for the horse. Liadan is not happy with this. I am certain it must chafe her to remain here looking after a sick animal, particularly one that has always been most unfriendly toward her. Only yesterday he bit her, though it seemed a rather half-hearted snap compared to his usual demeanor. But she agreed that it would not be right to leave him untended, and we are not willing to split up our party. While Liadan and Rock made an attempt to get Califax on his feet, Sandrue and Erim discussed going to further examine the magical ward that surrounds the mountain. It would be well to know more of this before we attempt to pass through it. Nekaya and I agreed to accompany them as guards. They took some time to cast spells that would allow them to learn more of the ward, which is invisible and intangible to me. They spoke of necromancy and various other schools of wizardry, but it seemed that their spells could not tell them precisely what effect the ward would have on one who passed through it. As we stood near the ward, we caught a glimpse of a man peering among the rocks at us from the other side of the barrier. Soon two other heads were glimpsed. Sandrue and Nekaya called out to them. One man spoke with them, seeming quite interested when Nekaya introduced herself as a paladin. This appeared to assuage some of his fear. He came out and introduced himself as Stork, asking if we had any food. Nekaya tossed packets of trail rations to him. He indicated that he knew where our camp lay and that he was aware we had many horses, and he asked if we could spare some for himself and his companions. He was told that we could spare some food but not any of our mounts. Sandrue attempted to question him about his knowledge of the mountain area. At length Stork and two of his companions, Van and Essex, came down to join us and agreed to accompany us back to our camp for more food. Though they denied this, we are certain that some of Stork's companions were the would-be horse thieves of the previous night. As we came down to our camp we found that some others of their group had been spying upon the camp and had aroused Rock's ire. He had struck down a man called Igenhaus and chased away another fellow. Liadan had bound the unconscious Igenhaus and held him prisoner. Stork did not seem much concerned with this and chatted quite companionably with Sandrue. He had not seen our other companions, nor anyone else among the mountains. Though he did not say so in so many words, it seemed that he and his friends were fugitives. While Sandrue spoke with Stork some of Stork's other compatriots appeared among the rocks to the west of our camp and called upon us to release our hostages. Stork and his two friends departed to show their other companions that they were not held prisoner. Liadan released Igenhaus and Nekaya expended some of her holy power to heal his injury. He fled at once when he caught sight of Rock. A short while later Stork and the rest of his group returned and sought parley. Their leader, a man called Filit, swore to offer no harm to us and to take nothing that was not offered. In return Nekaya prepared a meal for all of us. The fugitives outnumber us, but they are not heavily armed and they are poorly provisioned for life in the wilderness. I would not relax our vigilance, for despite Filit's promises I am not certain they will not again attempt to steal our mounts, but I do not fear that we could stand against them if they attempt to attack us. It seems that perhaps we will not need to concern ourselves with these fugitives. As Sandrue spoke with Filit, I noted that the sword my wife had given me had begun to glow. A goblin had entered our camp. Much to our surprise the fugitives seemed to recognize the creature by name, but rather than greet or attack it they sprang to their feet and fled the camp! (Player's note: I missed a session here due to illness) Camber Our journey has taken a strange turn of events, and I have had little time for this journal of late. I will do my best to bring my saga up to date. By some miracle Califax recovered his health and led us all to the stronghold of the wizard Gadron. Gadron did not seem entirely pleased to see us, though this may be only because we were able to enter his sanctum without his leave. He has agreed to do what he can to seek the fate of our missing companions. Toward this end Califax has remained with the wizard. As for the rest of our party, we have taken up residence in the town of Camber which Havin pointed out to us before our companions departed to meet the dragon. It is not a large town, but it is walled in defense against frequent orcish raids during the winter. To combat the orcs and goblins the town maintains a militia, and as we will be dwelling here for several months it seemed as well that we offer our assistance in protecting our new home. All of our group have joined the militia. Though I do not consider myself a great warrior, it seems that my training has put me ahead of most of the townsfolk in skill, and now that we have been here several months I find myself in a position of some small authority among the militia. It is most interesting to me that the commander of the militia is a Halfling woman, Serrah Puffleweis. She seems to be well experienced and knowledgeable, which I would not have expected from one of her folk. Liadan has spent much of her free time working with Mistress Saffron, an aged gnome who is the head priestess in the local temple of Chauntea. Mistress Saffron has been too ill to conduct her duties, and Liadan has been working with Nekaya and Phaele in an attempt to find a treatment for the lady's illness. She has also been helping the local blacksmith, whose son recently moved away leaving him without an assistant. Nekaya has fit well into the militia, having been a temple guard previously, while Phaele has found some small success as an alchemist. I see little of Rock of late, for he has volunteered to take night watches. He has occupied himself much with repairing the house we have rented for our lodgings. In fact, he has been so busy that he has entrusted the care of his mounts to me. I have also taken responsibility for looking after all of our spare horses. We decided to sell two of them to save expenses on their care, but we still must provide stabling and feed for the remaining animals as well as our own mounts. After we had been here some little while we received a package from Gadron, delivered by some magical means. It pertained only to Sandrue and Erim, who were asked to translate some magical tomes for the wizard. Thus far Gadron has not been able to provide any news regarding the whereabouts of our missing companions. As winter set in the orcs began to raid outlying farms. Many townsfolk brought their livestock into the town for safekeeping. Strangely our patrols discovered three farms where everything had been taken, including apparently the people. This is not typical of orcish raids. We have not been able to determine what has becoming of the missing people. Since all Liadan's efforts to aid Mistress Saffron have been fruitless, Nekaya has volunteered to take a small group of militiamen to the town of Fort Arran to seek aid at the temple of Chauntea there. Commander Serrah and Mayor Corwin have approved this plan and taken up a collection of funds to pay for what may be needed. Nekaya has ridden out with 9 companions. I would that I could accompany her, but I feel that my place is here. Today brought a very strange development. For several days our scouts had observed a wagon train of orcs and goblins approaching the town. The wagons appeared to be empty. This peculiar procession had with them several ogres and dire boar to draw the wagons. We watched them closely as they circled the town and approached the gate. A small party led by a well-armed orc stepped forward to address the representatives atop the gate. The orc demanded that we give them supplies, else they would burn the town. I was not privy to the discussion that followed among the town elders, but after some little while Commander Serrah gave the order to fire. We rained arrows down upon the orcs, managing to drive the dire boars wild and send them fleeing. Strangely one of the ogres used his great body to shield the orc leader, but this availed the orc nought, for the ogre was slain and when his body fell away the orc leader soon succumbed as well. A few of the other goblinoids fled. Commander Serrah has sent a sortie to bring in the wagons and gather up all useful arrows. Nekaya's party has been gone for a month. I hope that they will have no difficulty with these orcs on their return trip. It seems that the orcs have a new warmaster and are better organized than they have been in the past. As always, I pray each night for the safety of my wife and her compatriots. Winter in Camber After we had removed the remains of the orcish wagon train, several small patrols set out to hunt down those few who had escaped. It was felt that this would send a more definitive message to the orcs' new warmaster. I joined one of the patrols and we swiftly dispatched a lone orc. Rock and Sandrue went with another patrol in pursuit of one of the ogres. Sandrue has learned the folly of getting within an ogre's reach, I think. He was fortunate that Nekaya's party returned then, and she was able to heal his wounds. Nekaya brought with her a cleric called Esther, and an assortment of potions and magic items to aid in healing Mistress Saffron. Once Mistress Saffron had recovered sufficiently from her illness, the mayor held a banquet to celebrate her recovery. We were all invited to attend. It is touching how the townsfolk have come to accept our little group of strangers. All of the news since our victory over the orcs has not been good. Two patrols have vanished. We set out to discover if we could what had become of them. Before our departure, Sandrue and Phaele consulted the local wizard, Master Sonnum, but I do not know if he provided any help. While checking some of the area farms through which the missing patrols would have passed, we stumbled upon a corpse frozen in the snow. He appeared to be a traveler, a stranger to the area. As our party examined him, a rod was found in his pouch. Nekaya declared that this object radiated an aura of evil. Much discussion then ensued about what to do with the item. Nekaya wished to destroy it at once, but Sandrue wanted to keep it for study. Liadan averred that she could smash it with a divine spell. Eventually it was decided that it would be safer to destroy the object, so Liadan took it aside and called upon Lathander's might to tear it asunder. But when the rod was destroyed a dark shape emerged from it and began to advance upon our group! I do not know what evil this bodes, or how we will overcome it. [/QUOTE]
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