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The Wizard gives Thral'K a raised eyebrow of interest as he answers, ’Perhaps our shadowy scout is correct, as the statue points North presently. Should we attempt to shift its direction south?’ Looking to the rest of the group, Genithar continues, ’Do you others have any insights? I would...

Wulfcyne blows out an appreciative breath and comments quietly ’Folks be tryin’ ta kill me all tha time…’ Still, the large warrior nods at Nuria’s admissions and responds, ’Thankee fer tha kind werds. When our’n fallen comrades be standin’ ‘gain, I be sharin’ tha sentiment.’ Leading the group...

The Wizard's long fingered hand slowly travels to pointy chin as he ponders his years of accumulated knowledge, putting away his implements and then waving the group to join him around the levers and suggests, 'Perhaps it would be better to place ourselves in the state of mind of one of those...

ooc; trying to get Links back, man! ;)

The Wizard shrugs and responds, 'I do not believe it to be a matter of cardinal directions...for it seems these ancient builders went one of only two ways; up or down.'

Wulfcyne nods gruffly at Makharat's words and responds to Nuria, 'Ye be ready ta deceive yer own house, lady?' Shrugging, the warrior leads the group on to the camps, stopping off at the Tower's Shard to drop off Valehandra.

Finishing his drawing, the Wizard softly answers his young friend, 'Both, actually, according to some scholars.' Moving towards the levers, Genithar goes to see how many there are, in what position, and if there is any symbols near them.

Translating the message for the rest of the group, Genithar takes out a quill, ink, and parchment. Then the Wizard begins to scratch the message upon his sheet, then turning to sketch the monument itself. It's obvious he is attempting to puzzle out the meaning of the message and asks sagely of...

A light rain springs up, starting to drench the party, the city of Towers catching a few fast moving storm clouds, as Wulfcyne fairly chokes at Nuria's words, responding, 'We ain't be takin' Links an' tha papers ta the Bull's Den! His streaked grimey face going dark at the back and forth...

ooc; Mel, do all G's rolls fail? If so, he'll use read magic Unable to decipher the meaning of the ancient writings, a thrill goes up Genithar's spine as he hears the DarkLeaf's explanation that his far removed cousins have been coming to this site for decades, if not centuries...indeed...

Holding the deactivated Warforged, the invisible tug of too many directions stops the Warrior up short as he hears the White Wizard's call. Lowering his eyes to yet another fallen comrade in his arms, the broad shouldered Wulfcyne floats between past and present, though the weight of Links...

Wulfcyne spins on Makharat, a growl fomenting in his throat before he spits, 'Yer a damn fine piece o' work Makharat! Here we done shed blood t'gether an' ye still be talkin' tha same ole fodder. Say wha' ye want 'bout me, but if'n ye dishonor me comrades 'gain, I'm puttin' ye down. SO shut yer...

Hunched forward with the weight of weapons and a fallen comrade, Wulfcyne gives a shifting shrug of the shoulders and responds, 'I got a friend 'er two in tha camps. Mayhap even be somebody tha ken repair ol' Links here. But word travels fast among tha camps. Malleon's gate be more dangerous by...

Wulfcyne provides the options to the group, asking which they'd prefer, throwing in that Maellon's gate is far below the middle/safe lvls of Sharn.

Guiding the group into an out of the way alley, the old soldier ruminates upon where he and his comrades might find succor. 'Few o' me old regiemen' dwell 'mong tha towers. Perhaps we be findin' one o' them tha might hide us fer a short while.' local (1d20+3=18)

Grateful to follow the White Wizard out of the tavern, once the group hits the back alley, Wulfcyne rumbles, 'We be needin' ta get Links repaired an Valhandra healed. Lady Nuria, ye be o' Cannith, neh? Canne ye sugges' a path ta seein' Links back among us? Where we goin' now?'

Wulfcyne glances at the halfling waiter passed out on the floor and hopes for the best, though is ready to bullrush his way to the back of the establishment at a moment's notice.

Scanning the script upon the Northern wall, Genithar calls out absent mindedly, 'Can any of you detect any tracks of others who may have come here? What about you, Darkleaf?'

Grasping the steel and stone body of the warforged over his broad right shoulder, Wulfcyne does not hold a weapon, but his large shield is held tightly in his left hand, ready to defend. Peaking out of the room, the warrior makes sure the coast is clear and then quickly heads for the back of...

ooc; mogg, if you mean wulfcyne; he got a mw longsword at arcanix (just reminding everyone) and i posted that W picked up a two handed sword some time ago. due to that gear, i didn't think it appropriate to pick up packs as well links. so W went for a comrade. IC: Waiting for the female pair...