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<blockquote data-quote="shilsen" data-source="post: 3128679" data-attributes="member: 198"><p>Thanks. I was especially happy with the session since I effectively ran the entire thing on the fly, because I hadn't had time for detailed prep due to a lot of work for college. It's sad to put grading 50 freshman comp papers ahead of D&D prep, but it has to be done sometimes. I knew the situation they'd meet in the Reaches and had some vague ideas for the rakshasa lair, but that was it. Luckily, I've really got into the habit of flying by the seat of my pants, so it went quite just the way any other session does.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>I'll let you be the judge...</p><p></p><p>********************************************************************</p><p>“Below?” says Kaelyn, as she turns to the two eladrins and raises her eyebrows quizzically.</p><p></p><p>Oberon nods calmly. “That makes sense. It must be more than twenty feet below the surface, since I cannot feel it, and some of us would have known if rakshasas were traveling regularly on the surface here.”</p><p></p><p>While they are speaking, Nameless walks back and forth for a couple of minutes. Finally, he says, sounding slightly disappointed, “It’s about thirty feet, and no deeper than forty, I’m sure. But I can’t be certain of the precise location. The link seems a little vague here.” He shrugs and adds, “Of course, this is the first time we’ve been this close since we began tracking it, so perhaps one can only pick a general area. Even an area hundreds of feet in width would seem very precise when targeting from miles away.”</p><p></p><p>“Who cares?” says Kaelyn, who doesn’t seem that interested in the details, “As long as the rakshasas are down there. Let’s go.”</p><p></p><p>The comment is aimed at the eladrin, who promptly take up positions twenty feet from each other. “Stand between us,” commands Titania.</p><p></p><p>Once the Angels comply, both Oberon and she slowly raise their forearms till they are horizontal to the ground, palms downwards. They spread their fingers and concentrate for a few moments.</p><p></p><p>Instantly, the Angels feel movement beneath their feet. Looking down, they see the earth under them flowing away to the sides. For a few seconds, the Angels struggle to keep their balance, especially Gareth in his heavy armor, but soon adapt to the situation. The flow of earth gradually lowers the group deeper and deeper into the ground, and within minutes, they are more than a dozen feet below the surface, standing at the bottom of a trench ten feet wide and stretching between the two eladrins. </p><p></p><p>After a couple more minutes, the flow of earth ends abruptly, as their boots clang against a stone surface. Looking down, they see that they stand on what must be the roof of a rectangular chamber and the tunnel leading away from it. The stone is extremely smooth, and there are no signs of seams, as if it had been carved out of a huge granite slab.</p><p></p><p>Nameless and the others confirm that the Key is somewhere below them, but cannot say exactly where.</p><p></p><p>“Do you need us to break through the stone too?” asks Oberon, adding, “Considering the effort we are making, I hope this will be sufficiently entertaining.”</p><p></p><p>“I’m sure it will,” says Korm, unsheathing his sword. “And I’ll get us through it.”</p><p></p><p>“I’ll help,” says Six, reaching into a pack and producing the adamantine blade that the late, unlamented Desro had wielded.</p><p></p><p>Korm’s blade, forged out of meteoric iron, is just as powerful, and Six and he quickly chop their way into the ceiling.</p><p></p><p>While they are working, Kaelyn asks Nameless, “So – are you going to need us to fight too, or can we watch?” She glances at Gareth, grins a little salaciously, and says, “Sometimes I just like to watch.”</p><p></p><p>Gareth ignores her, but Nameless replies, “I’m sure you’ll find it much more interesting if you join in.”</p><p></p><p>“We will consider it,” says Titania. “We rarely have dealings with rakshasas. But they can be …irritating.” The tone of voice is like that of a housewife discussing a noisy neighbor.</p><p></p><p>“We’re through,” interrupts Korm, indicating the hole they have carved through the five foot deep granite ceiling. At the bottom of the hole is a fifteen foot deep room, the only thing in it visible being the edge of a large rug with an abstract pattern.</p><p></p><p>After a couple of preparatory spells, the Angels lower themselves down, followed by Kaelyn and the eladrins. They find themselves in a large, mostly featureless room, with a door in each of the north, east and west walls. Besides the large rug that covers half the floor, which they had glimpsed through the hole above, the only notable thing in the room is a large stone tableau, half painting and half carving, set into the southern wall. It depicts two large archways, each of which a rakshasa is stepping sideways through.</p><p></p><p>The two rakshasas are bigger than life-size, standing as tall as ogres. They are partly three-dimensional, carved so that they extend halfway out of the wall. The carvings face each other, mirroring the other’s stance, with a clawed paw raised and extended. While both have black stripes, one has yellow fur and the others is bone-white. They also have a different gem representing the single eye that can be seen in each statue, one of them a large emerald and the other a reddish-black opal.</p><p></p><p>Luna whistles at the sight of the gems. “I want those!”</p><p></p><p>As she steps closer, Nameless says, “Let me check for traps first.” He casts <em>detect magic</em> and then it’s his turn to whistle. Magical auras of various kinds spread across the room, creating a spider-web of overlapping spells and dweomers.</p><p></p><p>“Nobody move!” warns Nameless. “There’s magic all over this place.” Everybody goes stock-still, though the eladrins look more intrigued than concerned. </p><p></p><p>After some moments of concentration, Nameless says, “I don’t think there are any immediately dangerous ones, though the three doors have what I think are <em>glyphs of warding</em>. By the way, the rug’s heavily magical too.”</p><p></p><p>Careful experimentation reveals that the existing spells seem to be mostly maintenance-related, restoring breathable air in the area, slowly cleaning the area, and repairing damage to it. There is also a single powerful abjuration that blocks teleportation type magic into and out of the area.</p><p></p><p>“In that case, I wonder how they got in here?” says Korm. “Maybe there’s an entrance elsewhere.”</p><p></p><p>Six, who has been carefully checking for tracks once Nameless said the area is safe, comments, “There’s been some traffic through here recently.” He points at the east and west doors. “Two pairs of tracks going either way. No tracks to or from the north door. The way the dust has collected here, I’d bet that this place hasn’t been used for ages, then saw some use for a bit, then not for a couple months or so, and then very recently again. Maybe just today.”</p><p></p><p>“Not bad tracking for a warforged,” says Kaelyn. “We see very few, and they rarely lean in that direction.” Then, turning to Nameless, she asks, “So – you know where these rakshasas are?”</p><p></p><p>“Well,” the alienist says, pointing east, “It’s in that direction somewhere.”</p><p></p><p>“So let’s go then!”</p><p></p><p>“Like I said, there’s a <em>glyph of warding</em> on each door. Can you help get rid of them?”</p><p></p><p>Oberon, who has been watching silently with Titania, sighs and says, “Very well.” He stares at each of the doors in turn for a few seconds. “That should do it.”</p><p></p><p>Nameless confirms that the spells are gone and Korm carefully opens the door. </p><p></p><p>As soon as he turns the handle, there is a strange sound, containing elements that both recall the grinding of stone across stone and the glutinous sucking sound of something emerging from a mud pit. Spinning around, the Angels see that the two rakshasa carvings are pulling themselves the rest of the way through the archways, revealing themselves to be complete statues. </p><p></p><p>As each turns its two gemmed eyes, now lit by a dark flame in their depths, and steps towards the Angels, Nameless says, “Stone golems!”</p><p></p><p>The alienist hurriedly steps back to the far wall as his allies rush to the attack and <em>haste</em>s them.</p><p></p><p>Gareth and Luna, attacking separate golems, both have problems affecting their magically crafted stone. At least Kizmet’s abilities and the power he can put behind his two-handed chops lets the paladin inflict some damage. Luna’s claws scratch fruitlessly against the stone exterior of her target. A second later, a mighty fist smashes into her side with rib-cracking force, and Gareth stumbles as a similar blow dents his magical armor. </p><p></p><p>“Let’s see how this works!” says Korm, stepping up to Gareth’s side, sword already in motion. The meteoric iron leaves a deep gash in the golem’s side and the big orc grins fiercely with satisfaction.</p><p></p><p>Six, meanwhile, has not attacked, quickly reaching for an item he has been carrying around since their visit to the island. “You said this was a <em>golembane scarab</em>, right?” he asks Nameless, as his magical haversack lets him retrieve the beetle-shaped object.</p><p></p><p>“Yes,” says Nameless. “You need to wear it to use it.”</p><p></p><p>“Okay.” Six tugs at the harness, also obtained on the island, so as to be able to fix the scarab to himself. Or rather, tries to. To his surprise, his metal fingers scrabble over the surface of the harness and fail to find a purchase. A quick check reveals that the harness, which he has not bothered to remove for weeks, has fused with his form. “What the hell?”</p><p></p><p>After another fruitless attempt, Six simply holds the scarab in his fist along with the spiked chain and slashes at the golem fighting Luna. Having realized that she cannot damage it, Luna has reared up and thrown both of her forepaws around it. Since the golem weighs twice as much as her, she cannot bring it down, but she manages to pinion one of its arms and makes it an easier target for Six.</p><p></p><p>To the warforged’s relief, his chain slashes a deep wound across the golem’s free arm. “The scarab works this way too!”</p><p></p><p>“Good to know,” says Nameless, looking around the chamber. Besides the battle, he sees the incongruous sight of Oberon and Titania standing next to each other and having a calm, unhurried conversation about the relative merits of the Angels. Kaelyn, standing near them, is silently eyeing Gareth.</p><p></p><p>Luckily, despite the lack of aid, Nameless’s companions do seem to be slowly winning, Korm’s and Six’s weapons gradually wearing down their opponents. The mindless nature of the golems also helps, since Gareth and Korm coordinate attacks so as to make the creature constantly switch targets. While its hammer-blows still cause damage, the fact that it is attacking whomever they choose to let it, means that a single one of the pair is not targeted. Nearby, Luna takes a more direct – if painful – approach, continuing to wrestle her golem and set it up for Six, who slashes away at it. The golem mindlessly tries to break away from her, while pounding the druid painfully with its free arm. Luna simply grits her teeth and accepts the punishment, grabbing it again when it breaks free and threatens to strike Six.</p><p></p><p>“Your friends are quite skilled,” says Titania conversationally to Nameless. “I think they will win. How long do you think it’ll take?”</p><p></p><p>“Maybe twenty seconds?” opines Nameless. “Faster, if you help,” he hints.</p><p></p><p>“They don’t seem to need it,” puts in Oberon dismissively. “But I think they will take longer.”</p><p></p><p>“No, I think he’s right,” says Titania, watching appreciatively as Korm is rocked back on his heels by a swinging fist.</p><p></p><p>“Care to bet on it?” says Oberon, a sparkle in his opalescent eyes. “Maybe bet a certain … little boy?”</p><p></p><p>Titania gives him a mildly disgusted look. “Not in this century! I already told you that you’re not getting him.”</p><p></p><p>Amused despite the situation, Nameless says, “I’ll take that bet. How about fifty galifars?”</p><p></p><p>Oberon smiles and says, “Done. Let’s give them twenty seconds from … now.”</p><p></p><p>“You’re betting on us now?” grunts Six, having noted the end of the interchange as he looks for an opening to attack without endangering Luna. “How about a spell or two?”</p><p></p><p>“Most of mine won’t work on them,” says Nameless. “Now kill them quick. I’ve got money on it!” <em>That</em> haste <em>may make the difference</em>.</p><p></p><p>Just as he thinks it, the golem being wrestled by Luna stops for a moment, its eyes glowing brighter for a moment. Immediately, all of the Angels feel their movements slow, as the <em>haste</em> fades away.</p><p></p><p>That is not enough to shift the balance, however, and a few seconds later, Korm drives his sword one last time into the spider-web of cracks that has covered his enemy’s chest. There is the groan of tortured stone and the cracks shoot out in every direction. A moment later, the golem falls apart, hitting the ground in a pile of fragments.</p><p></p><p>With that one down, Korm and Gareth join Six and the second golem is quickly dispatched, barely two seconds before Nameless’s time runs out. </p><p></p><p>“Well-judged,” says Oberon, pulling a small gem from his belt and tossing it to Nameless. The alienist sees that it is a violet garnet and estimates it is worth ten times the amount of the bet.</p><p></p><p>“Now you’re done making money off us,” says a bloodied and battered Gareth, “You might want to grab those other gems too,” indicating the eye-gems that lie amongst pieces of the shattered golems. As Nameless steps towards them, he notices that the pieces of the golems are sinking slowly into the floor. He quickly grabs up the gems, but the rest of the stone pieces continue to melt into the stone below them.</p><p></p><p>“That was amusing,” says Titania. “I hope the rakshasas will be even more so.”</p><p></p><p>As she is speaking, the Angels realize that there has been a sudden shift in the direction of the Key. “Damn!” says Korm. “They must have <em>teleport</em>ed again!”</p><p></p><p>“I’ll try to work out the distance again,” says Nameless, as he flies out of the chamber through the hole above. He returns ten minutes later, which gives the others time to heal their wounds and for Gareth to be propositioned once more by Kaelyn, who seems to have been excited by his performance in the battle. Gareth rebuffs her again, leading to slightly irritated muttering about how a “druid has needs too!”</p><p></p><p>Nameless returns at this timely point. “It’s a little over three hundred miles to the northwest of us.”</p><p></p><p>Korm, who knows this area better than any of the others, looks at Nameless with a slightly concerned expression. “Northwest? That means…”</p><p></p><p>“Yes,” says Nameless grimly. “The Demon Wastes.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="shilsen, post: 3128679, member: 198"] Thanks. I was especially happy with the session since I effectively ran the entire thing on the fly, because I hadn't had time for detailed prep due to a lot of work for college. It's sad to put grading 50 freshman comp papers ahead of D&D prep, but it has to be done sometimes. I knew the situation they'd meet in the Reaches and had some vague ideas for the rakshasa lair, but that was it. Luckily, I've really got into the habit of flying by the seat of my pants, so it went quite just the way any other session does. I'll let you be the judge... ******************************************************************** “Below?” says Kaelyn, as she turns to the two eladrins and raises her eyebrows quizzically. Oberon nods calmly. “That makes sense. It must be more than twenty feet below the surface, since I cannot feel it, and some of us would have known if rakshasas were traveling regularly on the surface here.” While they are speaking, Nameless walks back and forth for a couple of minutes. Finally, he says, sounding slightly disappointed, “It’s about thirty feet, and no deeper than forty, I’m sure. But I can’t be certain of the precise location. The link seems a little vague here.” He shrugs and adds, “Of course, this is the first time we’ve been this close since we began tracking it, so perhaps one can only pick a general area. Even an area hundreds of feet in width would seem very precise when targeting from miles away.” “Who cares?” says Kaelyn, who doesn’t seem that interested in the details, “As long as the rakshasas are down there. Let’s go.” The comment is aimed at the eladrin, who promptly take up positions twenty feet from each other. “Stand between us,” commands Titania. Once the Angels comply, both Oberon and she slowly raise their forearms till they are horizontal to the ground, palms downwards. They spread their fingers and concentrate for a few moments. Instantly, the Angels feel movement beneath their feet. Looking down, they see the earth under them flowing away to the sides. For a few seconds, the Angels struggle to keep their balance, especially Gareth in his heavy armor, but soon adapt to the situation. The flow of earth gradually lowers the group deeper and deeper into the ground, and within minutes, they are more than a dozen feet below the surface, standing at the bottom of a trench ten feet wide and stretching between the two eladrins. After a couple more minutes, the flow of earth ends abruptly, as their boots clang against a stone surface. Looking down, they see that they stand on what must be the roof of a rectangular chamber and the tunnel leading away from it. The stone is extremely smooth, and there are no signs of seams, as if it had been carved out of a huge granite slab. Nameless and the others confirm that the Key is somewhere below them, but cannot say exactly where. “Do you need us to break through the stone too?” asks Oberon, adding, “Considering the effort we are making, I hope this will be sufficiently entertaining.” “I’m sure it will,” says Korm, unsheathing his sword. “And I’ll get us through it.” “I’ll help,” says Six, reaching into a pack and producing the adamantine blade that the late, unlamented Desro had wielded. Korm’s blade, forged out of meteoric iron, is just as powerful, and Six and he quickly chop their way into the ceiling. While they are working, Kaelyn asks Nameless, “So – are you going to need us to fight too, or can we watch?” She glances at Gareth, grins a little salaciously, and says, “Sometimes I just like to watch.” Gareth ignores her, but Nameless replies, “I’m sure you’ll find it much more interesting if you join in.” “We will consider it,” says Titania. “We rarely have dealings with rakshasas. But they can be …irritating.” The tone of voice is like that of a housewife discussing a noisy neighbor. “We’re through,” interrupts Korm, indicating the hole they have carved through the five foot deep granite ceiling. At the bottom of the hole is a fifteen foot deep room, the only thing in it visible being the edge of a large rug with an abstract pattern. After a couple of preparatory spells, the Angels lower themselves down, followed by Kaelyn and the eladrins. They find themselves in a large, mostly featureless room, with a door in each of the north, east and west walls. Besides the large rug that covers half the floor, which they had glimpsed through the hole above, the only notable thing in the room is a large stone tableau, half painting and half carving, set into the southern wall. It depicts two large archways, each of which a rakshasa is stepping sideways through. The two rakshasas are bigger than life-size, standing as tall as ogres. They are partly three-dimensional, carved so that they extend halfway out of the wall. The carvings face each other, mirroring the other’s stance, with a clawed paw raised and extended. While both have black stripes, one has yellow fur and the others is bone-white. They also have a different gem representing the single eye that can be seen in each statue, one of them a large emerald and the other a reddish-black opal. Luna whistles at the sight of the gems. “I want those!” As she steps closer, Nameless says, “Let me check for traps first.” He casts [i]detect magic[/i] and then it’s his turn to whistle. Magical auras of various kinds spread across the room, creating a spider-web of overlapping spells and dweomers. “Nobody move!” warns Nameless. “There’s magic all over this place.” Everybody goes stock-still, though the eladrins look more intrigued than concerned. After some moments of concentration, Nameless says, “I don’t think there are any immediately dangerous ones, though the three doors have what I think are [i]glyphs of warding[/i]. By the way, the rug’s heavily magical too.” Careful experimentation reveals that the existing spells seem to be mostly maintenance-related, restoring breathable air in the area, slowly cleaning the area, and repairing damage to it. There is also a single powerful abjuration that blocks teleportation type magic into and out of the area. “In that case, I wonder how they got in here?” says Korm. “Maybe there’s an entrance elsewhere.” Six, who has been carefully checking for tracks once Nameless said the area is safe, comments, “There’s been some traffic through here recently.” He points at the east and west doors. “Two pairs of tracks going either way. No tracks to or from the north door. The way the dust has collected here, I’d bet that this place hasn’t been used for ages, then saw some use for a bit, then not for a couple months or so, and then very recently again. Maybe just today.” “Not bad tracking for a warforged,” says Kaelyn. “We see very few, and they rarely lean in that direction.” Then, turning to Nameless, she asks, “So – you know where these rakshasas are?” “Well,” the alienist says, pointing east, “It’s in that direction somewhere.” “So let’s go then!” “Like I said, there’s a [i]glyph of warding[/i] on each door. Can you help get rid of them?” Oberon, who has been watching silently with Titania, sighs and says, “Very well.” He stares at each of the doors in turn for a few seconds. “That should do it.” Nameless confirms that the spells are gone and Korm carefully opens the door. As soon as he turns the handle, there is a strange sound, containing elements that both recall the grinding of stone across stone and the glutinous sucking sound of something emerging from a mud pit. Spinning around, the Angels see that the two rakshasa carvings are pulling themselves the rest of the way through the archways, revealing themselves to be complete statues. As each turns its two gemmed eyes, now lit by a dark flame in their depths, and steps towards the Angels, Nameless says, “Stone golems!” The alienist hurriedly steps back to the far wall as his allies rush to the attack and [i]haste[/i]s them. Gareth and Luna, attacking separate golems, both have problems affecting their magically crafted stone. At least Kizmet’s abilities and the power he can put behind his two-handed chops lets the paladin inflict some damage. Luna’s claws scratch fruitlessly against the stone exterior of her target. A second later, a mighty fist smashes into her side with rib-cracking force, and Gareth stumbles as a similar blow dents his magical armor. “Let’s see how this works!” says Korm, stepping up to Gareth’s side, sword already in motion. The meteoric iron leaves a deep gash in the golem’s side and the big orc grins fiercely with satisfaction. Six, meanwhile, has not attacked, quickly reaching for an item he has been carrying around since their visit to the island. “You said this was a [i]golembane scarab[/i], right?” he asks Nameless, as his magical haversack lets him retrieve the beetle-shaped object. “Yes,” says Nameless. “You need to wear it to use it.” “Okay.” Six tugs at the harness, also obtained on the island, so as to be able to fix the scarab to himself. Or rather, tries to. To his surprise, his metal fingers scrabble over the surface of the harness and fail to find a purchase. A quick check reveals that the harness, which he has not bothered to remove for weeks, has fused with his form. “What the hell?” After another fruitless attempt, Six simply holds the scarab in his fist along with the spiked chain and slashes at the golem fighting Luna. Having realized that she cannot damage it, Luna has reared up and thrown both of her forepaws around it. Since the golem weighs twice as much as her, she cannot bring it down, but she manages to pinion one of its arms and makes it an easier target for Six. To the warforged’s relief, his chain slashes a deep wound across the golem’s free arm. “The scarab works this way too!” “Good to know,” says Nameless, looking around the chamber. Besides the battle, he sees the incongruous sight of Oberon and Titania standing next to each other and having a calm, unhurried conversation about the relative merits of the Angels. Kaelyn, standing near them, is silently eyeing Gareth. Luckily, despite the lack of aid, Nameless’s companions do seem to be slowly winning, Korm’s and Six’s weapons gradually wearing down their opponents. The mindless nature of the golems also helps, since Gareth and Korm coordinate attacks so as to make the creature constantly switch targets. While its hammer-blows still cause damage, the fact that it is attacking whomever they choose to let it, means that a single one of the pair is not targeted. Nearby, Luna takes a more direct – if painful – approach, continuing to wrestle her golem and set it up for Six, who slashes away at it. The golem mindlessly tries to break away from her, while pounding the druid painfully with its free arm. Luna simply grits her teeth and accepts the punishment, grabbing it again when it breaks free and threatens to strike Six. “Your friends are quite skilled,” says Titania conversationally to Nameless. “I think they will win. How long do you think it’ll take?” “Maybe twenty seconds?” opines Nameless. “Faster, if you help,” he hints. “They don’t seem to need it,” puts in Oberon dismissively. “But I think they will take longer.” “No, I think he’s right,” says Titania, watching appreciatively as Korm is rocked back on his heels by a swinging fist. “Care to bet on it?” says Oberon, a sparkle in his opalescent eyes. “Maybe bet a certain … little boy?” Titania gives him a mildly disgusted look. “Not in this century! I already told you that you’re not getting him.” Amused despite the situation, Nameless says, “I’ll take that bet. How about fifty galifars?” Oberon smiles and says, “Done. Let’s give them twenty seconds from … now.” “You’re betting on us now?” grunts Six, having noted the end of the interchange as he looks for an opening to attack without endangering Luna. “How about a spell or two?” “Most of mine won’t work on them,” says Nameless. “Now kill them quick. I’ve got money on it!” [i]That[/i] haste [i]may make the difference[/i]. Just as he thinks it, the golem being wrestled by Luna stops for a moment, its eyes glowing brighter for a moment. Immediately, all of the Angels feel their movements slow, as the [i]haste[/i] fades away. That is not enough to shift the balance, however, and a few seconds later, Korm drives his sword one last time into the spider-web of cracks that has covered his enemy’s chest. There is the groan of tortured stone and the cracks shoot out in every direction. A moment later, the golem falls apart, hitting the ground in a pile of fragments. With that one down, Korm and Gareth join Six and the second golem is quickly dispatched, barely two seconds before Nameless’s time runs out. “Well-judged,” says Oberon, pulling a small gem from his belt and tossing it to Nameless. The alienist sees that it is a violet garnet and estimates it is worth ten times the amount of the bet. “Now you’re done making money off us,” says a bloodied and battered Gareth, “You might want to grab those other gems too,” indicating the eye-gems that lie amongst pieces of the shattered golems. As Nameless steps towards them, he notices that the pieces of the golems are sinking slowly into the floor. He quickly grabs up the gems, but the rest of the stone pieces continue to melt into the stone below them. “That was amusing,” says Titania. “I hope the rakshasas will be even more so.” As she is speaking, the Angels realize that there has been a sudden shift in the direction of the Key. “Damn!” says Korm. “They must have [i]teleport[/i]ed again!” “I’ll try to work out the distance again,” says Nameless, as he flies out of the chamber through the hole above. He returns ten minutes later, which gives the others time to heal their wounds and for Gareth to be propositioned once more by Kaelyn, who seems to have been excited by his performance in the battle. Gareth rebuffs her again, leading to slightly irritated muttering about how a “druid has needs too!” Nameless returns at this timely point. “It’s a little over three hundred miles to the northwest of us.” Korm, who knows this area better than any of the others, looks at Nameless with a slightly concerned expression. “Northwest? That means…” “Yes,” says Nameless grimly. “The Demon Wastes.” [/QUOTE]
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