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"Well, I rather me and someone else go down, grab the boy and fly out. But if you want me to cover you from up here, then I guess I'm fine with that." Torqua says. "Just remember, my little flying trick would only work on me and one other person, but I think it will be fine with boy as well if I...

Torqua would want to go down into the pit to help the boy, unless people would rather she stay up.

"Hey, wait up!" Torqua calls out, hurrying to catch up with her more skinny comrades, trying to Lhavarr before he can go into the pit. "You need me if you want any sort of flying magic!"

"Well, whatever we're doing, we better do it fast! That boy is running out of time!" Torqua says, trying to get the party to get a move on. "If we go around the left side, we can keep an eye on the boy, make sure nothing else happens to him."

"It's funny you should say that, but I do have a bit of minor flying magic." Torqua says, holding the sun rod. "It's doesn't last too long, 10 seconds at best, but me, and someone else if they wanted, could fly about a good 40 feet with it. If you could lower me down in the pit, I could then...

"I guess we're going up then. Best we stick together, given the horrors of this place we've seen so far." Torqua adds, following her party up the path. "I just hope there's somewhere in this town you can have a wash and get your clothes cleaned. I would very much like to leave the smell of this...

"Then let's get this done and get Sapo healed then! Damn this sewer!" Torqua says angrily. "I swear, this kid's folks better have the money to pay for a Healer, Sapo, I'll promise you that much."

"Yes, hopefully somewhere cleaner than this." Torqua says as steps over the Bullywug's vomit, longing for the dining halls of the desert king. "Let's just find this boy and get out of here. We can forget this place over a few ales."

"Oh forgive us dear sir, we did not mean to intrude on whatever business you and noble friens had been doing, it that we need to find that poor little boy." do? The fat sorceress cries dramatically, even pulling off a few fake tears. "That poor soul, lost down here in this dark damp tomb of a...

"Oh dear me, I don't believe I've had the chance to introduce myself." The fat sorceress in the back says. Pushing her way through the crowd, she gets right in front of the other group and grabs the hand of whoever's closest, shaking it in frienship. The sight of the massive, bragging woman...

Torqua decides to let the others make opening statements as she trys to keep away from the white stuff in the water, still wondering what it might be. Nature Roll: 1d20+6=22

"So crap just turns white after a while? Thank you Sapo, this have been my most educational adventure yet. And after we get out of here, I believe I shall find out how many ales it takes to forget that fact." Torqua says with a look of complete disgust on her face. She hurrys to keep up with the...

"Well you're a mean little thing, aren't you. It's almost cute." Torqua giggles quietly, before going back to being disgusted by the white stuff in the sewer water. "Hopely, this Artifact might explain what the hells this... stuff is." The fat sorceress says, keeping as far away from it as...

"I should hope not, you do know what these tunnels are used for right? And judging from that, someone hasn't been eating right." Torqua whispers back, trying to avoid the white stuff in the water at all cost. "Now, normally I'm all for deadly solo missions, but stealth and not being seen are...

"After three days of marching under of skin peelingly hot sun, we finally found the city's water supply, an Oasis. But much to my party's dispare, the oasis had been completely drained of water. Our only clues were a small hole in the middle of dryed lake and skeletons of the Lord's slain royal...

"Well, food does help, but this behemoth is due to a magical gift/curse thing I got when I saved an old man from a band of terrible thugs." Torqua explains, patting her huge stomach. "I'll tell you about it sometime." "Oh, right." The fat sorceress says, hurrying to keep up. "Anyway, after...

a smug smile takes other Torqua's face as she's asked to tell her story, her ego growing as big as her massive belly. "Well, I'm not one to brag." She starts, this of course, being a total lie. "But it all began, when Lord Losador, the ruler of the city, sent his ambassador to ask me personaly...

"Well, thank the gods for that then." The Massive Mage replies to Sapo as she picks herself off the floor, leaving a belly sized crator in her wake. She brushes the dust off her robe. "With any luck, we won't have to fight anything else like that." She takes a moment to examine her fresh acid...

Torqua cries out in pain as she is hit with a blot of deadly acid. Looking down, she sees that the acid has burnt a hole into her magical robe, a gift from the lord of a desert city. "You little punk! That robe was new!" The Massive Mage howls in fury as an glowing arcane sysmbol appears on her...