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*helping these bores again, are we* *Oh, you're back? I'd gotten used to the silence* *just be careful. death worshippers have their own goals. your survival is likely not one* *I haven't seen much evidence that it's one of your goals either* Morvannon follows the halfling as well, muttering to...

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"So there's more of these crazy people trying to raise undead armies or whatever he was after? Are they all ex-priests of yours?"

A half-elf dressed in green and blue follows the shifter into the tavern, stifling laughter behind his hand. "Yes, we're here," he says to the halfling. "What have you found out?"

I think Morvannon'd be interested in such a thing.

Morvannon grins. "Kamotz got a new weapon, and asked Vrrsk't to teach him how to use it. Care to make a wager on the amount of property damage?"

Morvannon drains the rest of his wine and follows along. "This should be amusing to watch, at least."

A slender half-elf enters the room, moving quickly to the table where Kamotz, Grakk and Vrrsk't were talking. Dropping heavily into a chair, Morvannon cradles his head in his arms. "Phoebus' radiant codpiece, I need a drink." Signalling the waiter for a glass of wine, he continues, "I spent the...

The voice hissed in Morvannon's thoughts. *Sehanine?!? hnnnn. none so blind as those who see what they want to* *What do you mean?* *these are fey. of the fey. by the fey. for the fey.* *How do you know? And why do you care?* *........never you mind. find a place to rest, to meditate. time you...

Sounds like a good plan to me

*ask him. ASK HIM. FIND OUT.* *The hells is your problem?* *DO IT* Wincing, Morvannon approached the halfling. "These armbands. Where did they come from?"

Morvannon shudders in remembrance. "Yes, that was....unnerving. Never heard of this 'Zal'ekthees' before, but whatever it is it's very powerful."

Morvannon closes his eyes as the priest's healing energy washes over the group. "Your former colleague is dead. As far as we can tell, whatever he was trying to do is undone. You may want to have someone with more expertise go and verify that."

In response to Kamotz's query, Morvannon moves closer to the altar. "I'm not sure, but...." He trails off as the stone rod in his hand begins to glow softly. Greenish symbols traced on the leather of the armbands begin a matching glow as he approaches them. "Is that...." *yes. it is. how did...

Morvannon slumps to his knees in exhaustion. "That was more excitement than I needed. Kamotz? What was he trying to do here, anyway?" *why do you ask the fuzzy one?* *Because if I ask you, you'll just laugh at me and call me a nitwit.* *hnn. you're learning.* spend one surge to go back to full...

Morvannon tries to recall anything like this perverted ritual from the tomes he'd pored through at his mother's academy. History skill check (+8) = 13.

Morvannon quickly sizes up the situation. "Oh, this is not good," he shouts as the mind-numbing radiance spreads further. "We need to break the connection somehow! Or at least keep it from hitting those wards!" He tries to remember what Kamotz has told him about Lauto and his priests. Religion...

Morvannon looks wide-eyed as the deranged cleric's swing whiffs past him, then backs away quickly to gain some space. As the shadows close around him again, he gestures with the stone rod in his right hand to send another bolt back at Slardy. Move: SE, S, S, S -- concealment maintained, Slardy...

"Kamotz!" shouts Morvannon as the shifter goes down. Something twists in his gut as he makes his way to his friend's side. "Come on, come on.......GET UP!!!" he bellows as he tries to stanch the bleeding. *A little help here, maybe?* *seems you're doing fine by yourself* Morvannon looks down...

I'm going to be offline until Sunday evening, so I'll post my turn now. *move, fool* *You're enjoying this, aren't you?* *yesss. i flow into the world, and the world flows back to me* Morvannon shudders as wild laughter echoes in his brain, then circles around the chamber. As the shadows of...