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Calenthang unties the magical bag at his hip and places the things in it carefully. He then explores the chamber for another passage. He will wait for the others before moving on.

Just as long as you remember he's a fighter :p You're going to give Velmont a complex...

~ Hildor ~ You're an imbecile. Stick to the plan. I will contact you tomorrow. If the voice of Mars seemed flustered it was probably at having to put up with Hildor. ~ Ali'Shaun ~ The Circle Leader rubs the bridge of his nose with thumb and forefinger and looks at the raven-haired Cithara...

This just in: we've got a new bard! Welcome, Wilphe :D

Not if the tank they're driving runs outta fuel ;)

Calenthang makes a shallow dive off of the ledge into the pool of swamp water. He swims to where the passageway Teleri spoke of would be and attempts to pass through it.

Healing potions :p

~ Hildor ~ There is a long pause in the between sendings, filled with the introductions of Dowkan, Nae'talis, and Hrolf. Just as Hildor begins to think his curt report avoided him annoying interrogation, another message sounds in the elf's mind. What of the dwarf next to you? the voice sounded...

Who has a sword you need, don't forget :cool: You might try showing some proper respect :D

Just about to call truce and accept Sielwoodan's plan of leaving the evil tome here in the middle of a swampy forest where no sane person would go, Calenthang's resolve is swayed back to the destruction of the book by Teleri's assurances that someone would find it and use it for its intended...

Calenthang takes his accusing gaze off of Broddy long enough to give Sielwoodan an appraising glance, glad to see he wasn't the only one thinking rationally. "Why take that chance, friend Sielwoodan?" he asks, his victory in the matter almost certain.

Hahaha, I made Broddy cry :D

~ Hildor ~ Times up. What is your current situation? a voice sounds in Hildor's mind. Mars. Neither the dwarf or his companions seem to notice.

Yup, his supper is definitely brought to him by the Church of Tyr ;)

Legildur: For all intents and purposes, Dowkan only knows the bare minimum and what little he's gathered from the small talk around the camp fire, this way you don't need to know anything specific. You're here with a group of mercenaries numbering about 25. The Tyrrans number about 75 infantry...

"Lead us where? Where are they!?!" Calenthang snaps with an arched eyebrow, suspicion growing in his features. "If you know where they are, friend Broddy..." His voice takes on a gentler tone as he cuts himself off. His eyes don't suggest a tender purpose.

~ Dowkan ~ "Ya hear a landslide ya durned fool an' tha's a foretellin' o' me boot meetin' yer backside!" he calls after Dowkan as he continues down the tunnel toward the sound. The older dwarf just rolls his eyes and digs himself into his seated position. ~ Hildor ~ Some of the weapons are in...

~ Dowkan ~ "What're you goin' on about..." Sunder says, making to get to his feet, then coming to a decision mid-rise and sitting himself down more firmly. "Just you get back over here, ya durned gnome-brained fool. There ain't no one here."

~ Dowkan ~ "Ack!" Dowkan can hear the burly old dwarf spit. "There ain't a bloody thing in these bloody caves but rat turds and kobold stink!" Sunder comes waddling out of the gated chamber shaking his head in disgust. "Whoever was here afore us musta cleaned it out good," he says to nobody...

~ Syrriel ~ “I’m sending you back to Silverdown, Lady Syrriel.” Braggi gives the elven Harper a look that dares her to defy him, suggesting in no small terms that he’ll hear none of it. “I mean to see that small bastion of hope become greater than it ever was. Before the Helmites come back in...