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<blockquote data-quote="steeldragons" data-source="post: 5792106" data-attributes="member: 92511"><p><strong>The Feldmere: Part I</strong></p><p></p><p>The party gathered up their supplies and made ready to depart Dragonwing Keep. For mounts and carts and how they would tote away a dragon's treasure (assuming they found one) had been given curious little thought...other than Duor picking up an armful of large burlap sacks.</p><p></p><p>They had received an overview from Felton of what they might expect to find: trolls (duh. They knew that!), a tribe of lizardfolk (maybe more than one), wandering undead. Not to mention the environmental hazards that traversing a vast swampland would bring: sinking mud holes, flaming gases, carnivorous plant life had all been documented by the, relatively few, expeditions that had only scraped the perimeters of the vast 'Mere.</p><p> </p><p>Over the centuries a plethora of folkloric tales had arisen of spirits and hags and unknown monstrous beasts.</p><p></p><p>Not to mention the possibility that the Feldmere's creator, an evil dragon of reputed power named Desaarthal <<em>"dez-AY-ar-thal"</em>>, may still lurk in the ruins of his centuries old stronghold, Nor Gorthok.</p><p></p><p>The true concern, to Alaria (which she shared with everyone) had to do with Desaarthal's documented connection to the dread wyrm of legend, Shaarzak <<em>"SHAY-ar-zak"</em>> as being one of the ancient dragon's children. What they had learned in their time and travels, between Welford, Bridgetower and the Dragonmage's Vale, about the <em>Ihs Repahl</em>, along with a goblin's rantings that "Shaarzak will rise", seemed to point to the possibility that the dark forces moving through the land meant to return the mother-wyrm to the living realms. </p><p></p><p>But with the Ihs Repahl securely in the hands of the Dragomage-apparent, Montor, they had little concern that the evil Tresahd might bring that supposed purpose to fruition.</p><p></p><p>They dismissed the boy-servants, Rik and Quip, with the final task to find the Lord Chamberlain, Celerion, that they might offer their thanks and farewells beore leaving. To their surprise, Rik nor Quip returned to their chambers with any news, but Celerion, himself, showed up at their suite's doors.</p><p></p><p>"Off already?" the aged wrinkled elf asked with a smile. "You've been taking lessons from our lord-prince, eh? heh heh heh."</p><p></p><p>"Well, let Daenfrii and the house of the Lordmage, Arganor offer you one, last, boon. Follow me." the regally robed elf offered and turned without another word.</p><p></p><p>They followed the elf down out of their chambers and across the great hall and up into a different tower, one of the many that constituted the Dragonwing Keep.</p><p></p><p>They entered a chamber that was long and broad. A dais with three steps rose in the middle. A single tongue of stone rose beside the dais.</p><p></p><p>Celerion went to the "pulpit", for lack of a better term, and instructed the company to go stand on the thirty foot across circular platform.</p><p></p><p>"Or you certain this is what you want to do?" asked Celerion.</p><p></p><p>All of the companions, including Braddok, looked to Alaria.</p><p></p><p>"This is our course of action. I pray to Manat that we meet again soon, good Chamberlain. Perhaps even before the snows fall." the magess responded with a weak smile.</p><p></p><p>"Where would you like to go?" asked the old-looking elf. "Keep!" he commanded. Even as the blue-white ball of light swirled into view, Celerion continued, "This is a teleportal chamber. I can send you to anywhere in the known realms. But, I fear, I can not bring you back. Choose your location carefully."</p><p></p><p>Alaria pulled out the map of the Feldmere that Felton had supplied them. She had no desire to "wander" about the marshlands and checked with her fellows before instructing the Lord Chamberlain to place them in/near the "mound in the middle of the Feldmere, here" which they presumed to be the ruins of Nor Gorthok.</p><p></p><p>"As you wish." Celerion responded before passing his hand over the surface of the podium before which he stood.</p><p></p><p>Immediately as he concluded his wave of the arm, an image of light appeared behind him. It was a map of Orea.</p><p></p><p>The old elf strode up to it, the clacking of his staff on the stone floor was loud as he stepped slowly.</p><p></p><p>He waved his staff and floated up into the air to touch the region of the Feldmere with his finger.</p><p></p><p>Instantly, the image changed to be a "close-up" version of the swamplands a half day's journey outside of Daenfrii's borders.</p><p></p><p>A mound of ruins appeared in the center of the swamp and Celerion again touched it with his finger. The "mound of rocks" became the entire image before them.</p><p></p><p>Celerion floated down to the floor and returned to the podium, his staff clacking along the way.</p><p></p><p>"Are you ready, Stormriders?" he asked. </p><p></p><p>The companions nodded their accent.</p><p></p><p>"The gods protect you and keep you heroes. I will pray that we meet again....before the snows fall." he directed this last comment to Alaria and winked a smile.</p><p></p><p>"Keep?" the old elf said.</p><p></p><p>"Coordinates are locked, Lord Chamberlain." came the buzzing chorus of voice from the blue-white ball of light.</p><p></p><p>"To the Feldmere, if you please." replied the chamberlain.</p><p></p><p>"By your will, Lord Chamberlain." replied the ball of light.</p><p></p><p>"But what about..." began Haelan's voice as the companions were again surrounded by the teardrops of white and blue and golden light.</p><p></p><p>Unlike their transportation by the Dragonmage-prince, this teleport did feel like moving, Alaria noted.</p><p></p><p>Sparkles of gold and blue and white trailed all around them for an instant before the unpleasant sensation of hitting a wall! There was a flash of blue, a falling sensation and then an abrupt (if not damage causing) end.</p><p></p><p>All of the companions felt bruised, the wind knocked from their lungs. They roused themselves with moans and groans to find they were upon a high ridge that looked down, out over, a vast swamp swathed in thick fog.</p><p></p><p>Erevan, of course, was the first to recover from the unpleasant teleportation experience. He surveyed their surroundings and, lamentably, relayed, "We seem to be upon the Thornfeld....outside of the Feldmere."</p><p></p><p>"Ya see," snorted Duor as he roused himself from the jolting landing, "elves cain't do nuthin' right. We shoulda gotten horses. Magic be damned!"</p><p></p><p>"We had no money for horses, though." Haelan retorted as he straightened the helmet on his brow and took up the pinecone-headed mace which was inches from his grasp.</p><p></p><p>Typically, the Hilltender did not see the dwarf's scowl in his direction.</p><p></p><p>"Everyone made it, though." Festus said, instinctively defending his homeland's lords.</p><p></p><p>With a good amount of gathering up their supplies and weapons, straightening of hair and tunics, the party looked out over the vast expanse.</p><p></p><p>"Well...this sucks." said Coerraine.</p><p></p><p>Eyebrow rose and laughs came unbidden at the paladin's unexpected assessment.</p><p></p><p>"Nothing to do about it," said Braddok hoisting a good amount of equipment onto his own broad shoulders, "but walk. Where's that map?"</p><p></p><p>Alaria gathered up the map, which had been in her hands during teleportation and had fallen some distance from her on the ground.</p><p></p><p>Erevan and Braddok consulted the map and surrounding for a time. </p><p></p><p>"Hey, ranger here!" Festus piped up robbing his horned head.</p><p></p><p>The three unlikely warrior-companions consulted the map and surroundings and decided on a course of action.</p><p></p><p>Taking up a marching order, for which Braddok leaned close to Alaria and murmured, "You stay behind me, ok?"</p><p></p><p>The magess nodded her agreement and listened with gratitude as Braddok "commanded" the various members of the company into their positions.</p><p></p><p>Festus and Braddok would take the fore. Coerraine insisted on being before Duor, if he wasn't going to be in the front rank. Braddok deemed the Redstar's more heavily armored form might be unwise beside the otherwise stealthy satyr. So it was Coerraine and Erevan in second rank. Then Alaria and Duor. Fen ("watching my back") and Haelan, with their "pet", Buttercream, would bring up the rear.</p><p></p><p>"She'll go where she wills, swordsman." Fen offered gently to, what the druid still considered the "fragile" warrior. "Have no doubt, she will aid as as she can."</p><p></p><p>Assured in their direction, the team wandered into the fell marshes of the Feldmere.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Based on the time they'd been marching, it was nearly midday before the fog-ensconced party was abruptly halted by the ranger's raised fist. The satyr raised a finger to his lips and looked at Braddok. Braddok did the same behind him and the rest of passed it back.</p><p></p><p>Festus withdrew his shortbow and nocked an arrow.</p><p></p><p>Erevan, who had had an arrow nocked since they had reached the base of the ridge and entered the soft marshland, drew his bow. Waiting, listening, wondering why they had been halted.</p><p></p><p>There was a distinct sloshing sound, the elf noted. Which only he or the satyr ranger might have hoped to hear.</p><p></p><p>The satyr nodded to the elf in the second rank and whispered, "and Duor is you want." to follow him.</p><p></p><p>Duor passed.</p><p></p><p>The elf and satyr disappeared into the mists to their left and were gone from view in an instant.</p><p></p><p>Three instances later, Erevan's shrill whistle of warning came piercing through the mists. </p><p></p><p>The party took off in their direction and came to an abrupt halt before a massive beast.</p><p></p><p>It was knee deep in watery muddy sludge. It had an incredibly long neck and equally long tail. Two arrows were noticeable in its thick, rhinocerous-like hide.</p><p></p><p>"Stay back!" called Festus from somewhere on the other side of the creature. "CataloooOOMPH!"</p><p></p><p>The figure of Festus flying through the air into the mist from a swing of the thing's club-like tail.</p><p></p><p>This did nothing to deter Braddok or Coerraine who charged forth with weapons singing.</p><p></p><p>With the first strike of Braddok's sword, the long neck swung into the air with a bellow.</p><p></p><p>The head swung around to the other companions...it was like a wart-hog, but with more ridges and large yellowed bloodshot eyes.</p><p></p><p>It bellowed in the direction of the approaching companions.</p><p></p><p>Something about its face...it's eyes...its gaze...it was HORRIBLE! Terrifying!</p><p></p><p>Alaria shrieked in horror and immediately turned to disappear into the mists surrounding the horrid creature at top speed.</p><p></p><p>Braddok faced a similar fate. Shouting in obvious fear back into the mists after the wizard.</p><p></p><p>"Alaria? Braddok! Come back!" Haelan called. He looked upon the truly disgusting face of the creature and shook nearly to his hairy toes, before following the magess into the mists. </p><p></p><p>"Dammit all!" called out Duor before firing his nocked hand crossbow. "So glad we brought'cha back, Braddok." the dwarf mumbled under his beard.</p><p></p><p>Fen immediately began to chant under his breath.</p><p></p><p>Coerraine struck with his spear and the creature bellowed again as blood flowed from the gash in its side. </p><p></p><p>The Redstar knight was not as fortunate to avoid the swinging tail of the thing and was knocked down into the sludge in which he, and the creature, stood.</p><p></p><p>Two more arrows found their way into the thing's hide from Erevan's bow. The elf, as well as the satyr, seemed immune to the creature's terrifying gaze. </p><p></p><p>With an amazing bound, the satyr landed upon the creature's back and slashed viciously with his falchion and newly acquired magic short sword.</p><p></p><p>"Ahwoooooo!" the thing bellowed in pain into the mist before its mouth was closed and its body encircled with reeds and swan grass that leapt up to entangle it.</p><p></p><p>Fen clenched his fist and the creatures head was pulled, with a loud splash that covered the remaining companions, including a Coerraine who had beginning to rise out of the muck, in muddy water.</p><p></p><p>The druid was now the recipient of the monster's hard bulbous tail as he tried to near it with his leaf-shaped spear.</p><p></p><p>Coerraine rose as the druid splashed loudly beside him. </p><p></p><p>Two more arrows from the elf's magic quiver sunk into the creature's neck.</p><p></p><p>Festus stabbed deeply into its bony back with both of his blades.</p><p> </p><p>"BY CELRADORRRRRRN!" the Redstar Knight invoked as his spearhead sunk deeply into the creature's thickly hided side.</p><p></p><p>The gripping vegetation loosened with the druid's "smack" and the creature's head emerged from the muddy water and howled into the sky before its whole form slumped over to the side.</p><p></p><p>Festus leapt off of its back as it fell to land before the paladin and druid raising himself from the muck. The half-elf wiped mud from his face to see the satyr standing, smiling triumphantly.</p><p></p><p>"Catalobemplas." said Festus, as if that was an explanation.</p><p></p><p>"Catoblempis." said Fen as a correction.</p><p></p><p>"Catabolemphas" said Coerraine.</p><p></p><p>"Estis'phak" said Erevan, matter-of-factly. <<em>translated from elvin: "Fear face" or "Face of Fear"</em>></p><p></p><p>"Wute'er it was, it's DEAD now! And we lost half the bloody expedition!" Duor raged.</p><p></p><p>The elf tracker, half-elf druid, satyr ranger, human paladin and dwarf thief looked into the fog from which they'd come.</p><p></p><p>"Let's go find them." said Erevan, casually.</p><p></p><p>"Not before we see if this thing had any treasure!" the dwarf quickly corrected.</p><p></p><p>Coerraine and Erevan rolled their eyes.</p><p></p><p>"You do that, we'll go find them." said Erevan.</p><p></p><p>"I have to stay here with Duor, it would a dereliction of du-" began Coerraine.</p><p></p><p>"YOU stay with the dwarf." said Erevan in annoyance. "WE (indicating Fen, Festus and himself) will go find them. We will meet you back HERE! Do not wander."</p><p></p><p>So the party set off, split off <<em>DM's note: "AGAIN?!?! Ugh"</em>> to find their companions and regroup.</p><p></p><p>"And we're only four hours into this." mentioned Fen with a calming smile to Erevan.</p><p></p><p>"<em>You're not</em> that <em>cute, you know?</em>" returned the elf (in elvin) with a grin.</p><p></p><p>"You know I speak elf, right?" replied the satyr, in the Common tongue of Men, as he casually wiped gore from his blade.</p><p></p><p>Without another syllable, the three disappeared into the fog after their swordsman, magess and cleric.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="steeldragons, post: 5792106, member: 92511"] [b]The Feldmere: Part I[/b] The party gathered up their supplies and made ready to depart Dragonwing Keep. For mounts and carts and how they would tote away a dragon's treasure (assuming they found one) had been given curious little thought...other than Duor picking up an armful of large burlap sacks. They had received an overview from Felton of what they might expect to find: trolls (duh. They knew that!), a tribe of lizardfolk (maybe more than one), wandering undead. Not to mention the environmental hazards that traversing a vast swampland would bring: sinking mud holes, flaming gases, carnivorous plant life had all been documented by the, relatively few, expeditions that had only scraped the perimeters of the vast 'Mere. Over the centuries a plethora of folkloric tales had arisen of spirits and hags and unknown monstrous beasts. Not to mention the possibility that the Feldmere's creator, an evil dragon of reputed power named Desaarthal <[I]"dez-AY-ar-thal"[/I]>, may still lurk in the ruins of his centuries old stronghold, Nor Gorthok. The true concern, to Alaria (which she shared with everyone) had to do with Desaarthal's documented connection to the dread wyrm of legend, Shaarzak <[I]"SHAY-ar-zak"[/I]> as being one of the ancient dragon's children. What they had learned in their time and travels, between Welford, Bridgetower and the Dragonmage's Vale, about the [I]Ihs Repahl[/I], along with a goblin's rantings that "Shaarzak will rise", seemed to point to the possibility that the dark forces moving through the land meant to return the mother-wyrm to the living realms. But with the Ihs Repahl securely in the hands of the Dragomage-apparent, Montor, they had little concern that the evil Tresahd might bring that supposed purpose to fruition. They dismissed the boy-servants, Rik and Quip, with the final task to find the Lord Chamberlain, Celerion, that they might offer their thanks and farewells beore leaving. To their surprise, Rik nor Quip returned to their chambers with any news, but Celerion, himself, showed up at their suite's doors. "Off already?" the aged wrinkled elf asked with a smile. "You've been taking lessons from our lord-prince, eh? heh heh heh." "Well, let Daenfrii and the house of the Lordmage, Arganor offer you one, last, boon. Follow me." the regally robed elf offered and turned without another word. They followed the elf down out of their chambers and across the great hall and up into a different tower, one of the many that constituted the Dragonwing Keep. They entered a chamber that was long and broad. A dais with three steps rose in the middle. A single tongue of stone rose beside the dais. Celerion went to the "pulpit", for lack of a better term, and instructed the company to go stand on the thirty foot across circular platform. "Or you certain this is what you want to do?" asked Celerion. All of the companions, including Braddok, looked to Alaria. "This is our course of action. I pray to Manat that we meet again soon, good Chamberlain. Perhaps even before the snows fall." the magess responded with a weak smile. "Where would you like to go?" asked the old-looking elf. "Keep!" he commanded. Even as the blue-white ball of light swirled into view, Celerion continued, "This is a teleportal chamber. I can send you to anywhere in the known realms. But, I fear, I can not bring you back. Choose your location carefully." Alaria pulled out the map of the Feldmere that Felton had supplied them. She had no desire to "wander" about the marshlands and checked with her fellows before instructing the Lord Chamberlain to place them in/near the "mound in the middle of the Feldmere, here" which they presumed to be the ruins of Nor Gorthok. "As you wish." Celerion responded before passing his hand over the surface of the podium before which he stood. Immediately as he concluded his wave of the arm, an image of light appeared behind him. It was a map of Orea. The old elf strode up to it, the clacking of his staff on the stone floor was loud as he stepped slowly. He waved his staff and floated up into the air to touch the region of the Feldmere with his finger. Instantly, the image changed to be a "close-up" version of the swamplands a half day's journey outside of Daenfrii's borders. A mound of ruins appeared in the center of the swamp and Celerion again touched it with his finger. The "mound of rocks" became the entire image before them. Celerion floated down to the floor and returned to the podium, his staff clacking along the way. "Are you ready, Stormriders?" he asked. The companions nodded their accent. "The gods protect you and keep you heroes. I will pray that we meet again....before the snows fall." he directed this last comment to Alaria and winked a smile. "Keep?" the old elf said. "Coordinates are locked, Lord Chamberlain." came the buzzing chorus of voice from the blue-white ball of light. "To the Feldmere, if you please." replied the chamberlain. "By your will, Lord Chamberlain." replied the ball of light. "But what about..." began Haelan's voice as the companions were again surrounded by the teardrops of white and blue and golden light. Unlike their transportation by the Dragonmage-prince, this teleport did feel like moving, Alaria noted. Sparkles of gold and blue and white trailed all around them for an instant before the unpleasant sensation of hitting a wall! There was a flash of blue, a falling sensation and then an abrupt (if not damage causing) end. All of the companions felt bruised, the wind knocked from their lungs. They roused themselves with moans and groans to find they were upon a high ridge that looked down, out over, a vast swamp swathed in thick fog. Erevan, of course, was the first to recover from the unpleasant teleportation experience. He surveyed their surroundings and, lamentably, relayed, "We seem to be upon the Thornfeld....outside of the Feldmere." "Ya see," snorted Duor as he roused himself from the jolting landing, "elves cain't do nuthin' right. We shoulda gotten horses. Magic be damned!" "We had no money for horses, though." Haelan retorted as he straightened the helmet on his brow and took up the pinecone-headed mace which was inches from his grasp. Typically, the Hilltender did not see the dwarf's scowl in his direction. "Everyone made it, though." Festus said, instinctively defending his homeland's lords. With a good amount of gathering up their supplies and weapons, straightening of hair and tunics, the party looked out over the vast expanse. "Well...this sucks." said Coerraine. Eyebrow rose and laughs came unbidden at the paladin's unexpected assessment. "Nothing to do about it," said Braddok hoisting a good amount of equipment onto his own broad shoulders, "but walk. Where's that map?" Alaria gathered up the map, which had been in her hands during teleportation and had fallen some distance from her on the ground. Erevan and Braddok consulted the map and surrounding for a time. "Hey, ranger here!" Festus piped up robbing his horned head. The three unlikely warrior-companions consulted the map and surroundings and decided on a course of action. Taking up a marching order, for which Braddok leaned close to Alaria and murmured, "You stay behind me, ok?" The magess nodded her agreement and listened with gratitude as Braddok "commanded" the various members of the company into their positions. Festus and Braddok would take the fore. Coerraine insisted on being before Duor, if he wasn't going to be in the front rank. Braddok deemed the Redstar's more heavily armored form might be unwise beside the otherwise stealthy satyr. So it was Coerraine and Erevan in second rank. Then Alaria and Duor. Fen ("watching my back") and Haelan, with their "pet", Buttercream, would bring up the rear. "She'll go where she wills, swordsman." Fen offered gently to, what the druid still considered the "fragile" warrior. "Have no doubt, she will aid as as she can." Assured in their direction, the team wandered into the fell marshes of the Feldmere. Based on the time they'd been marching, it was nearly midday before the fog-ensconced party was abruptly halted by the ranger's raised fist. The satyr raised a finger to his lips and looked at Braddok. Braddok did the same behind him and the rest of passed it back. Festus withdrew his shortbow and nocked an arrow. Erevan, who had had an arrow nocked since they had reached the base of the ridge and entered the soft marshland, drew his bow. Waiting, listening, wondering why they had been halted. There was a distinct sloshing sound, the elf noted. Which only he or the satyr ranger might have hoped to hear. The satyr nodded to the elf in the second rank and whispered, "and Duor is you want." to follow him. Duor passed. The elf and satyr disappeared into the mists to their left and were gone from view in an instant. Three instances later, Erevan's shrill whistle of warning came piercing through the mists. The party took off in their direction and came to an abrupt halt before a massive beast. It was knee deep in watery muddy sludge. It had an incredibly long neck and equally long tail. Two arrows were noticeable in its thick, rhinocerous-like hide. "Stay back!" called Festus from somewhere on the other side of the creature. "CataloooOOMPH!" The figure of Festus flying through the air into the mist from a swing of the thing's club-like tail. This did nothing to deter Braddok or Coerraine who charged forth with weapons singing. With the first strike of Braddok's sword, the long neck swung into the air with a bellow. The head swung around to the other companions...it was like a wart-hog, but with more ridges and large yellowed bloodshot eyes. It bellowed in the direction of the approaching companions. Something about its face...it's eyes...its gaze...it was HORRIBLE! Terrifying! Alaria shrieked in horror and immediately turned to disappear into the mists surrounding the horrid creature at top speed. Braddok faced a similar fate. Shouting in obvious fear back into the mists after the wizard. "Alaria? Braddok! Come back!" Haelan called. He looked upon the truly disgusting face of the creature and shook nearly to his hairy toes, before following the magess into the mists. "Dammit all!" called out Duor before firing his nocked hand crossbow. "So glad we brought'cha back, Braddok." the dwarf mumbled under his beard. Fen immediately began to chant under his breath. Coerraine struck with his spear and the creature bellowed again as blood flowed from the gash in its side. The Redstar knight was not as fortunate to avoid the swinging tail of the thing and was knocked down into the sludge in which he, and the creature, stood. Two more arrows found their way into the thing's hide from Erevan's bow. The elf, as well as the satyr, seemed immune to the creature's terrifying gaze. With an amazing bound, the satyr landed upon the creature's back and slashed viciously with his falchion and newly acquired magic short sword. "Ahwoooooo!" the thing bellowed in pain into the mist before its mouth was closed and its body encircled with reeds and swan grass that leapt up to entangle it. Fen clenched his fist and the creatures head was pulled, with a loud splash that covered the remaining companions, including a Coerraine who had beginning to rise out of the muck, in muddy water. The druid was now the recipient of the monster's hard bulbous tail as he tried to near it with his leaf-shaped spear. Coerraine rose as the druid splashed loudly beside him. Two more arrows from the elf's magic quiver sunk into the creature's neck. Festus stabbed deeply into its bony back with both of his blades. "BY CELRADORRRRRRN!" the Redstar Knight invoked as his spearhead sunk deeply into the creature's thickly hided side. The gripping vegetation loosened with the druid's "smack" and the creature's head emerged from the muddy water and howled into the sky before its whole form slumped over to the side. Festus leapt off of its back as it fell to land before the paladin and druid raising himself from the muck. The half-elf wiped mud from his face to see the satyr standing, smiling triumphantly. "Catalobemplas." said Festus, as if that was an explanation. "Catoblempis." said Fen as a correction. "Catabolemphas" said Coerraine. "Estis'phak" said Erevan, matter-of-factly. <[I]translated from elvin: "Fear face" or "Face of Fear"[/I]> "Wute'er it was, it's DEAD now! And we lost half the bloody expedition!" Duor raged. The elf tracker, half-elf druid, satyr ranger, human paladin and dwarf thief looked into the fog from which they'd come. "Let's go find them." said Erevan, casually. "Not before we see if this thing had any treasure!" the dwarf quickly corrected. Coerraine and Erevan rolled their eyes. "You do that, we'll go find them." said Erevan. "I have to stay here with Duor, it would a dereliction of du-" began Coerraine. "YOU stay with the dwarf." said Erevan in annoyance. "WE (indicating Fen, Festus and himself) will go find them. We will meet you back HERE! Do not wander." So the party set off, split off <[I]DM's note: "AGAIN?!?! Ugh"[/I]> to find their companions and regroup. "And we're only four hours into this." mentioned Fen with a calming smile to Erevan. "[I]You're not[/I] that [I]cute, you know?[/I]" returned the elf (in elvin) with a grin. "You know I speak elf, right?" replied the satyr, in the Common tongue of Men, as he casually wiped gore from his blade. Without another syllable, the three disappeared into the fog after their swordsman, magess and cleric. [/QUOTE]
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