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<blockquote data-quote="steeldragons" data-source="post: 5963640" data-attributes="member: 92511"><p>Duor laid in wait. His hand on his glowing dagger which he dared not draw in the utter darkness in which he found himself. He listened intently, though tried to keep himself covered in the dark grey cloak he'd recovered form the stash of "tribute" to the behir, Rach'sha.</p><p></p><p>Why it had been there, the dwarf had no idea. It had no magical properties just a well-worn, oiled against rain, dark grey hooded cloak. Perhaps too small/short to be of any interest or use to the lizardmen.</p><p></p><p>Finally, the voices came close enough to make out words.</p><p></p><p><translated from Goblin> <em>"Shame 'bout Gak. Him nice guy. Killed my brother-in-law for me, once."</em> said goblin 1.</p><p></p><p><em>"Yeah..." </em>was the response from goblin 2. "<em>Him nice guy. Too bad."</em> .</p><p></p><p><em>"Commander says it was elves. I don't think so."</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>"You question the Commander?! Him smart! And the Overseer listens to him."</em></p><p></p><p><em>"Pfft. Only way in is Rach'sha's cave. Only ones in Rach'sha's cave is the lizards...'Sides there's no elves in the swamp!" </em>goblin 1 said assuredly.</p><p></p><p><em>"Ohhhh."</em> goblin 2 seemed to be in agreement. <em>"You smart! Rach'sha eats everything else. Eats the lizards sometimes, too."</em></p><p></p><p><em>"Yep."</em> said goblin 1 sounding like he was exerting himself. <em>"Unh!"</em></p><p></p><p>With that, a mostly naked and bloody goblin came crashing down into the deep metal mining cart, next to Duor. The dwarf could determine that it was, in fact the goblin they'd questioned, called "Gak."</p><p></p><p>Then another...and a third directly on top of Duor. The goblins were obviously not paying too close attention to the contents of the cart. The caps of their leather capped heads were barely visible over the edge of the cart. </p><p></p><p>Duor, properly assumed they had been sent to clear out the goblins they'd killed from the chamber down the hall. </p><p></p><p>The dwarf then felt a nudge and could feel the cart moving. His best guess, direction wise, was that they were heading down the shaft they'd climbed up through from the behir's lair. </p><p></p><p>That's not gonna work, Duor thought. The shaft is closed off and then these two will take that info back to this "commander."</p><p></p><p>In a stroke of utterly inspired brilliance, the dwarf formulated a plan.</p><p></p><p>He grabbed the corpse of Gak and began raising it up above him. Careful to only grip places that would not be seen over the rim of the cart, he forced Gak up through the other two dead bodies.</p><p></p><p>The cart stopped, abruptly.</p><p></p><p>"<em>What...by Maga-</em>" said goblin 1.</p><p></p><p>Duor withdrew his ethereal blade. The smoky green light of the dagger filled the interior of the cart and, Duor imagined, lent a lovely unworldly sheen to the dead goblin's grey skin.</p><p></p><p>"<em>Give meeee gobble braaaaainssss....</em>" Duor growled in his best goblinese. For added effect, he flopped/forced one of Gak's quickly stiffening arms over the edge of the cart.</p><p></p><p>"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHhhhhh<span style="font-size: 10px">hhhh</span><span style="font-size: 9px">hhh</span>!!!!!" came the cry from both goblins and trailed off back through the corridors that Duor knew the'd have to use to escape.</p><p></p><p>Well, that bought some time, Duor thought to himself. Probably not very much though.</p><p></p><p>He tossed the dead goblin back into the bin and climbed himself out. "Thanks a million, Gak. Seems you <em>are</em> a nice guy. heh heh heh."</p><p></p><p>The thoroughly bruised and sore dwarf cautiously trotted back out as far as the chamber with the hole in the ceiling (through which he'd carelessly fallen) and looked up at it.</p><p></p><p>Duor's hand went to the silvery cord of rope he'd recently acquired and looked up at the hole.</p><p></p><p>*</p><p></p><p>Erevan insisted he be the first to climb back down through the "oak tunnel". His elven ears picked um mumblings, not very close, about half way down. The language was undoubtedly goblinese.</p><p></p><p>Festus was next with Haelan, satisfied they were going back down for their "fellow Stormrider" cautiously climbed down after the satyr.</p><p></p><p>Both Festus and Haelan were shocked when they were stopped by a silent hand motion from Erevan as they neared the opening in the jail cell ceiling.</p><p></p><p>The elf's smooth voice began intoning a series of syllables they did not understand but, even whispered, easily heard.</p><p></p><p>"<em>Hseeelp er repleesh</em>." said Erevan and immediately blinked out of view. The elf casually discarded the curious feelings of elation and slight intoxication, Alaria had told to him about, of working higher tiered spells.</p><p></p><p>He slipped down into the chamber and padded his way to the edge of the cell, silent and completely unseen.</p><p></p><p>Festus turned to Haelan with a look of surprise. "Now what?" the satyr whispered. "How're we s'posed to follow him if we can't see him?!" Festus turned back in the direction that the elvin tracker<em> had</em> been and hissed, "Lil' warnin' next time, Erevan!"</p><p></p><p>Very cautiously, the remaining party members finished their return and took positions around the cell. Festus, then Fen, carefully exited and stuck close to the wall.</p><p></p><p>Fen took a position just at the edge fo the bend in the corridor of holding cells and back against the wall. In a shimmer of darkness, the druid faded from view, appearing as nothing more than another crag in the rock wall.</p><p></p><p>Great, thought Festus, lost another one.</p><p></p><p>The satyr jumped, visibly, when the voice of the silver-haired elf came very near his ear.</p><p></p><p>"I am here, Festus. There are two hobgoblins guarding the entrance to the cells. I will remain unseen until absolutely necessary. Take care and stay quiet.</p><p></p><p>"<em>Killi</em>...?" the unseen elf then said.</p><p></p><p>"I am here." came Fen's voice even as the image of his hooded head seemed to 'rip' out of the rock face he had just 'become.'</p><p></p><p>Festus was thoroughly unsettled by the appearance of the half-elf's head, seemingly stuck through the wall. These elves and their magics, Festus thought to himself. I don't think I'll ever get used to it...and I've seen nymphs and dryads turn into plants or trees or water! I've seen swans turn into pegusi and plant monsters turn into warrior-princes. Still...just weird.</p><p></p><p>"Can you block the entrance somehow? I don't think slaying more guards would be good for our secrecy." Erevan's voice said.</p><p></p><p>"But," Festus interjected, thoroughly in confused awe that he was speaking to a hooded head sticking out of the rock and some invisible elf, "if we block the entrance how are we getting out of here? We'll be sitting ducks!"</p><p></p><p>"I could...but it would not be quiet." said Fen in a slightly apologetic tone.</p><p></p><p>All of the party had now come out into the corridor, secure in the knowledge they could not be seen around the bend.</p><p></p><p>"We could go through here." said Alaria quietly. The magess was thoroughly examining the heavily enchanted iron-banded door behind them.</p><p></p><p>"But is there was out of there? We might be backing ourselves into even more of a corner." Haelan, most astutely, asked.</p><p></p><p>"Um...ok...uh, I could ask the sword?" Braddok said.</p><p></p><p>This received many raised eyebrows and questioning glances from all of the [visible] companions.</p><p></p><p>"You could...what?" Festus finally asked.</p><p></p><p>"The sword..." Braddok began. He had sheathed the weapon so as to not have its blue glow give them away. "...out side, it...well, it...uh...'spoke' to me. Said it could see where Duor was...I think."</p><p></p><p>"They're waiting for some 'Overseer' to come examine the magic tree." came Erevan's voice again. Apparently, he'd returned to the guards in the doorway for more eavesdropping and had returned.</p><p></p><p>"Soooo...what then? Do we just make a break for it?" Festus asked, not believing, himself, what he was suggesting.</p><p></p><p>A fist-sized rock that had shaken loose during mini-earthquake of the druid Ornfael's transformation rose up off the floor, seemingly of its own accord.</p><p></p><p>"I could try to distract them with this." said Erevan's disembodied voice again. "Send them down the stairs, perhaps. We could make a break for the opening at the top."</p><p></p><p>"What about, if they didn't know we'd closed off the corridor?" Braddok said after a moment. "If we blocked it here, at the bend, or just behind. Could you do that without them noticing?" the warrior asked quietly.</p><p></p><p>The druid, who had become completely visible again, studied the corridor, the walls, the ceiling. "I...I'm really not sure." Fen answered truthfully.</p><p></p><p>"Can you get this door open? It looks very...um...protected." Haelan whispered to Alaria. The daelvar priest was also, now, examining the lines of runes on the door and even the bands of iron. "This here looks to be Old Selurian...I <em>think</em> it is protected from more than just sorcery, Alaria."</p><p></p><p>The magess looked at the place indicated by the hill-priest. He was correct, as far as she could tell. While she was versed in the spoken language of the ancient empire, their magical significance or effects were beyond her understanding. </p><p></p><p>"Oh fer the ever-lovin' Forge of Feorn, just help me up!" came the voice of Duor out of the darkness shrouded alcove across from the druid's cell.</p><p></p><p>"Duor?!" Haelan said in surprise and happiness. The daelvar's limited vision could make out the hands and top of the dwarf's head.</p><p></p><p>Unfortunately, the dwarf's ignorant exclamation echoed through the corridor and the hobgoblin guards easily heard the none-too-stealthy dwarf who was trying, unsuccessfully to hoist himself up out of the hole in the floor that none of the party had noticed before.</p><p></p><p>"<em>Who goes there?!</em>" called one of the guards in the garbled tongue of the goblinoids.</p><p></p><p>"That tore it." came Erevan's voice again. "Killi, now! Braddok, Festus don't let them get away!"</p><p></p><p>Fen rushed around the bend to see the two hobgoblins, both armored in thick scale and carrying nasty-looking serrated glaives, edging their way down the corridor toward the party. </p><p></p><p>"<em>HALT THERE! Elves! Elves in the dungeon!</em>" called one guard. </p><p></p><p>"That won't do." said Haelan and trotted back to the edge of the bend. The daelvar reached down and picked up a pebble sized piece of scree.</p><p></p><p>Even as Fen smacked his open hand against the wall and began to murmur his sacred tongue, the Hilltender raised his voice in prayer to Faerantha. A raised voice that quickly turned to a whisper and finally, though he still seemed to be speaking, was making no sound at all.</p><p></p><p>Haelan then threw the pebble with all of his might to land it somewhere behind the guards who were now charging down the corridor. Their shouts of alarm, or were they war-cries, faded from the ears of all of the companions, though the chanting of Fen was still audible.</p><p></p><p>Lost in the casting of his spell, the druid did not even notice when the wide hall was suddenly bathed in a blue glow as Braddok raced forward and unsheathed his mystic blade just in time to catch a swipe of one guard's glaive aimed at the half-elf's head. </p><p></p><p>The catching blades clanged loudly...to the companions. However no sound escaped the dungeons thanks to Haelan's invocation of Silence. </p><p></p><p>Even as Fen continued to chant, the walls and ceiling of the hall seemed to begin to melt and stretch and begin to form a wall behind the hobgoblins <<em>druid spell: Stone Shape</em>> but still around the bend of the corridor...hopefully, in theory, not obvious to anyone passing by the entrance.</p><p></p><p>Braddok took a solid swing at the hobgoblin who'd attempted to hit Fen. The blue glow faded from view for a moment as it passed, easily, through the thick scale mail and passed out the back of the soldier.</p><p></p><p>Festus, who rushed forward to engage the second guard made two swipes but failed to connect.</p><p></p><p>Seeing his fellow guard flop to the floor (nearly severed in two!) turned to race back out of the corridor.</p><p></p><p>"<em>Interlopers! Interlopers!</em>" he was yelling at the top of his lungs, though no one else in the mountain would know that.</p><p></p><p>The hobgoblin stopped in mid-retreat as he watched, in disbelief, as the very rock of the corridor coalesced before him forming a single small hole in the center.</p><p></p><p>As he stood in his shock, he felt the blade or blades sink into his back. As his vision faded into the deep darkness of death, he saw the last moments of the rock wall fully close off any view of the hall before him.</p><p></p><p>"I knew yeh couldn't give up the treasure...or yer ole pal Duor." said the dwarf, finally aided by Alaria and Haelan completely out of the hole. "Not even you lot are daft enough to give up a whole dragon's hoard cuz of a few goblin-kind."</p><p></p><p>"We came back, Duor...believe it or not...for<em> you. </em>You have Haelan to thank, once again, for reminding us that we are the Stormriders." Alaria said.</p><p></p><p>"Heh heh. Ok, magess. Missed yeh too. Was a haggering 10 minutes, weren'it? Wut would yeh do without yer pal Duor?" the dwarf chuckled and gave the wizard a wink.</p><p></p><p>"Was more like a half an hour, Duor. Were were you?! What happened to you?" Haelan said with concern at the first good look at the dwarf's bruised and swollen face.</p><p></p><p>"Ach. Nothin' serious. Just fought off a dozen goblins on my own. A lil' of yer blessed Hill-Mother's magic wouldn't hurt." the dwarf said casually as he settled against the druid's cell bars to let the halfling cure his wounds.</p><p></p><p>Haelan was, of course, all too happy to oblige.</p><p> </p><p>"Ok. Well...now what?!" Festus said in some consternation. He wiped the hobgoblin blood off of his blades and looked in concern at the newly formed magical stone wall...and then back down the corridor to the heavily enchanted iron-banded door...and back again. "Someone's bound to notice this is here." he added, knocked a knuckle against the magically smooth rock face.</p><p></p><p>"Now, it would seem...it's up to me." Alaria said with as much assurance as she could muster....though unsaid, the R'Hathi wizard was not at all assured about undoing the magics inscribed before her.</p><p></p><p><em><strong>Next time: Tresahd's </strong></em><strong>Personal</strong><em> <strong>Dungeons</strong></em>.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="steeldragons, post: 5963640, member: 92511"] Duor laid in wait. His hand on his glowing dagger which he dared not draw in the utter darkness in which he found himself. He listened intently, though tried to keep himself covered in the dark grey cloak he'd recovered form the stash of "tribute" to the behir, Rach'sha. Why it had been there, the dwarf had no idea. It had no magical properties just a well-worn, oiled against rain, dark grey hooded cloak. Perhaps too small/short to be of any interest or use to the lizardmen. Finally, the voices came close enough to make out words. <translated from Goblin> [I]"Shame 'bout Gak. Him nice guy. Killed my brother-in-law for me, once."[/I] said goblin 1. [I]"Yeah..." [/I]was the response from goblin 2. "[I]Him nice guy. Too bad."[/I] . [I]"Commander says it was elves. I don't think so."[/I] [I] "You question the Commander?! Him smart! And the Overseer listens to him."[/I] [I]"Pfft. Only way in is Rach'sha's cave. Only ones in Rach'sha's cave is the lizards...'Sides there's no elves in the swamp!" [/I]goblin 1 said assuredly. [I]"Ohhhh."[/I] goblin 2 seemed to be in agreement. [I]"You smart! Rach'sha eats everything else. Eats the lizards sometimes, too."[/I] [I]"Yep."[/I] said goblin 1 sounding like he was exerting himself. [I]"Unh!"[/I] With that, a mostly naked and bloody goblin came crashing down into the deep metal mining cart, next to Duor. The dwarf could determine that it was, in fact the goblin they'd questioned, called "Gak." Then another...and a third directly on top of Duor. The goblins were obviously not paying too close attention to the contents of the cart. The caps of their leather capped heads were barely visible over the edge of the cart. Duor, properly assumed they had been sent to clear out the goblins they'd killed from the chamber down the hall. The dwarf then felt a nudge and could feel the cart moving. His best guess, direction wise, was that they were heading down the shaft they'd climbed up through from the behir's lair. That's not gonna work, Duor thought. The shaft is closed off and then these two will take that info back to this "commander." In a stroke of utterly inspired brilliance, the dwarf formulated a plan. He grabbed the corpse of Gak and began raising it up above him. Careful to only grip places that would not be seen over the rim of the cart, he forced Gak up through the other two dead bodies. The cart stopped, abruptly. "[I]What...by Maga-[/I]" said goblin 1. Duor withdrew his ethereal blade. The smoky green light of the dagger filled the interior of the cart and, Duor imagined, lent a lovely unworldly sheen to the dead goblin's grey skin. "[I]Give meeee gobble braaaaainssss....[/I]" Duor growled in his best goblinese. For added effect, he flopped/forced one of Gak's quickly stiffening arms over the edge of the cart. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHhhhhh[SIZE=2]hhhh[/SIZE][SIZE=1]hhh[/SIZE]!!!!!" came the cry from both goblins and trailed off back through the corridors that Duor knew the'd have to use to escape. Well, that bought some time, Duor thought to himself. Probably not very much though. He tossed the dead goblin back into the bin and climbed himself out. "Thanks a million, Gak. Seems you [I]are[/I] a nice guy. heh heh heh." The thoroughly bruised and sore dwarf cautiously trotted back out as far as the chamber with the hole in the ceiling (through which he'd carelessly fallen) and looked up at it. Duor's hand went to the silvery cord of rope he'd recently acquired and looked up at the hole. * Erevan insisted he be the first to climb back down through the "oak tunnel". His elven ears picked um mumblings, not very close, about half way down. The language was undoubtedly goblinese. Festus was next with Haelan, satisfied they were going back down for their "fellow Stormrider" cautiously climbed down after the satyr. Both Festus and Haelan were shocked when they were stopped by a silent hand motion from Erevan as they neared the opening in the jail cell ceiling. The elf's smooth voice began intoning a series of syllables they did not understand but, even whispered, easily heard. "[I]Hseeelp er repleesh[/I]." said Erevan and immediately blinked out of view. The elf casually discarded the curious feelings of elation and slight intoxication, Alaria had told to him about, of working higher tiered spells. He slipped down into the chamber and padded his way to the edge of the cell, silent and completely unseen. Festus turned to Haelan with a look of surprise. "Now what?" the satyr whispered. "How're we s'posed to follow him if we can't see him?!" Festus turned back in the direction that the elvin tracker[I] had[/I] been and hissed, "Lil' warnin' next time, Erevan!" Very cautiously, the remaining party members finished their return and took positions around the cell. Festus, then Fen, carefully exited and stuck close to the wall. Fen took a position just at the edge fo the bend in the corridor of holding cells and back against the wall. In a shimmer of darkness, the druid faded from view, appearing as nothing more than another crag in the rock wall. Great, thought Festus, lost another one. The satyr jumped, visibly, when the voice of the silver-haired elf came very near his ear. "I am here, Festus. There are two hobgoblins guarding the entrance to the cells. I will remain unseen until absolutely necessary. Take care and stay quiet. "[I]Killi[/I]...?" the unseen elf then said. "I am here." came Fen's voice even as the image of his hooded head seemed to 'rip' out of the rock face he had just 'become.' Festus was thoroughly unsettled by the appearance of the half-elf's head, seemingly stuck through the wall. These elves and their magics, Festus thought to himself. I don't think I'll ever get used to it...and I've seen nymphs and dryads turn into plants or trees or water! I've seen swans turn into pegusi and plant monsters turn into warrior-princes. Still...just weird. "Can you block the entrance somehow? I don't think slaying more guards would be good for our secrecy." Erevan's voice said. "But," Festus interjected, thoroughly in confused awe that he was speaking to a hooded head sticking out of the rock and some invisible elf, "if we block the entrance how are we getting out of here? We'll be sitting ducks!" "I could...but it would not be quiet." said Fen in a slightly apologetic tone. All of the party had now come out into the corridor, secure in the knowledge they could not be seen around the bend. "We could go through here." said Alaria quietly. The magess was thoroughly examining the heavily enchanted iron-banded door behind them. "But is there was out of there? We might be backing ourselves into even more of a corner." Haelan, most astutely, asked. "Um...ok...uh, I could ask the sword?" Braddok said. This received many raised eyebrows and questioning glances from all of the [visible] companions. "You could...what?" Festus finally asked. "The sword..." Braddok began. He had sheathed the weapon so as to not have its blue glow give them away. "...out side, it...well, it...uh...'spoke' to me. Said it could see where Duor was...I think." "They're waiting for some 'Overseer' to come examine the magic tree." came Erevan's voice again. Apparently, he'd returned to the guards in the doorway for more eavesdropping and had returned. "Soooo...what then? Do we just make a break for it?" Festus asked, not believing, himself, what he was suggesting. A fist-sized rock that had shaken loose during mini-earthquake of the druid Ornfael's transformation rose up off the floor, seemingly of its own accord. "I could try to distract them with this." said Erevan's disembodied voice again. "Send them down the stairs, perhaps. We could make a break for the opening at the top." "What about, if they didn't know we'd closed off the corridor?" Braddok said after a moment. "If we blocked it here, at the bend, or just behind. Could you do that without them noticing?" the warrior asked quietly. The druid, who had become completely visible again, studied the corridor, the walls, the ceiling. "I...I'm really not sure." Fen answered truthfully. "Can you get this door open? It looks very...um...protected." Haelan whispered to Alaria. The daelvar priest was also, now, examining the lines of runes on the door and even the bands of iron. "This here looks to be Old Selurian...I [I]think[/I] it is protected from more than just sorcery, Alaria." The magess looked at the place indicated by the hill-priest. He was correct, as far as she could tell. While she was versed in the spoken language of the ancient empire, their magical significance or effects were beyond her understanding. "Oh fer the ever-lovin' Forge of Feorn, just help me up!" came the voice of Duor out of the darkness shrouded alcove across from the druid's cell. "Duor?!" Haelan said in surprise and happiness. The daelvar's limited vision could make out the hands and top of the dwarf's head. Unfortunately, the dwarf's ignorant exclamation echoed through the corridor and the hobgoblin guards easily heard the none-too-stealthy dwarf who was trying, unsuccessfully to hoist himself up out of the hole in the floor that none of the party had noticed before. "[I]Who goes there?![/I]" called one of the guards in the garbled tongue of the goblinoids. "That tore it." came Erevan's voice again. "Killi, now! Braddok, Festus don't let them get away!" Fen rushed around the bend to see the two hobgoblins, both armored in thick scale and carrying nasty-looking serrated glaives, edging their way down the corridor toward the party. "[I]HALT THERE! Elves! Elves in the dungeon![/I]" called one guard. "That won't do." said Haelan and trotted back to the edge of the bend. The daelvar reached down and picked up a pebble sized piece of scree. Even as Fen smacked his open hand against the wall and began to murmur his sacred tongue, the Hilltender raised his voice in prayer to Faerantha. A raised voice that quickly turned to a whisper and finally, though he still seemed to be speaking, was making no sound at all. Haelan then threw the pebble with all of his might to land it somewhere behind the guards who were now charging down the corridor. Their shouts of alarm, or were they war-cries, faded from the ears of all of the companions, though the chanting of Fen was still audible. Lost in the casting of his spell, the druid did not even notice when the wide hall was suddenly bathed in a blue glow as Braddok raced forward and unsheathed his mystic blade just in time to catch a swipe of one guard's glaive aimed at the half-elf's head. The catching blades clanged loudly...to the companions. However no sound escaped the dungeons thanks to Haelan's invocation of Silence. Even as Fen continued to chant, the walls and ceiling of the hall seemed to begin to melt and stretch and begin to form a wall behind the hobgoblins <[I]druid spell: Stone Shape[/I]> but still around the bend of the corridor...hopefully, in theory, not obvious to anyone passing by the entrance. Braddok took a solid swing at the hobgoblin who'd attempted to hit Fen. The blue glow faded from view for a moment as it passed, easily, through the thick scale mail and passed out the back of the soldier. Festus, who rushed forward to engage the second guard made two swipes but failed to connect. Seeing his fellow guard flop to the floor (nearly severed in two!) turned to race back out of the corridor. "[I]Interlopers! Interlopers![/I]" he was yelling at the top of his lungs, though no one else in the mountain would know that. The hobgoblin stopped in mid-retreat as he watched, in disbelief, as the very rock of the corridor coalesced before him forming a single small hole in the center. As he stood in his shock, he felt the blade or blades sink into his back. As his vision faded into the deep darkness of death, he saw the last moments of the rock wall fully close off any view of the hall before him. "I knew yeh couldn't give up the treasure...or yer ole pal Duor." said the dwarf, finally aided by Alaria and Haelan completely out of the hole. "Not even you lot are daft enough to give up a whole dragon's hoard cuz of a few goblin-kind." "We came back, Duor...believe it or not...for[I] you. [/I]You have Haelan to thank, once again, for reminding us that we are the Stormriders." Alaria said. "Heh heh. Ok, magess. Missed yeh too. Was a haggering 10 minutes, weren'it? Wut would yeh do without yer pal Duor?" the dwarf chuckled and gave the wizard a wink. "Was more like a half an hour, Duor. Were were you?! What happened to you?" Haelan said with concern at the first good look at the dwarf's bruised and swollen face. "Ach. Nothin' serious. Just fought off a dozen goblins on my own. A lil' of yer blessed Hill-Mother's magic wouldn't hurt." the dwarf said casually as he settled against the druid's cell bars to let the halfling cure his wounds. Haelan was, of course, all too happy to oblige. "Ok. Well...now what?!" Festus said in some consternation. He wiped the hobgoblin blood off of his blades and looked in concern at the newly formed magical stone wall...and then back down the corridor to the heavily enchanted iron-banded door...and back again. "Someone's bound to notice this is here." he added, knocked a knuckle against the magically smooth rock face. "Now, it would seem...it's up to me." Alaria said with as much assurance as she could muster....though unsaid, the R'Hathi wizard was not at all assured about undoing the magics inscribed before her. [I][B]Next time: Tresahd's [/B][/I][B]Personal[/B][I] [B]Dungeons[/B][/I]. [/QUOTE]
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