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OOC: I will be offline until Tuesday Use me anyways to speed up the plot line.

At Bills 1st stop, Desert will keep on plodding. OOC: I will be offline until Tuesday. Please use my PC as if it where you own.

Alan licks his fingers that held the leg. "Not bad, you all should try it....What?...no no more for me thanks for asking." OOC: I will be offline till Tuesday.

Donnybrook notches an arrow and prepares to fire three arrows. OOC: +12/12/9 1d8 +2 damage (additional +2 against vermin & drow) I will be offline till Monday.

Alisanos scratches his head, "I do not know do we want to have bill hold the rope?" OOC: Iwill be offline till Monday, NPC as you all see fit.

Dolan watches Enthalus. OOC: I will be offline till monday.

Brian is laying on the ground at the rim and is about to see if he could get the others up, but seeing everyone go into the pit, Brian swings his legs around and drops in feet first.

"Sirius, halt....freeze, the webbing is but 2 feet in front of you."

Kaarlo thanks everyone for the healing and ponders what to ask Lt. Kiran besides what do you remember?

Alan looks to his companions, "If any of you have a copper, I will eat it."

Alan looks on waiting to hear the directions.

"I am at a lost, do we dig here?"

"Unfortunaetly, the map may be real, the story behind it does not match this map. Look here let me show you why this is a recently made map that was aged to look old." [George goes on to explain about forgery...]

OOC: How far down are they? Can we take off a shirt and they grab that?

" I wonder why we where sent to a place full of traps? Did the locals set this up or did someone else do it and we are the stuckies who need to clear it......" Johnny writes a note.

"Drow do not like light. I have noticed that as I research all about them. If we fight them, than cast your light and that will help us defeat them."

"Thanks for your help. I guess the ladder will not do, who has a rope?"

Hearing Mr. Sheriff Berserker Bill call and seeing his arm motion, Desert starts to plod North in the same direction as everyone else.

Did we travel so far down, that we have entered into the bowels of hell?

Donnybrook puts a dwarven hand on Girble's shoulder, "Smart thinking laddie. Maybe when we get into a fight, than you can light up the night."