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<blockquote data-quote="Zhure" data-source="post: 641531" data-attributes="member: 308">&quot;Rallyn! You're the last one out there,&quot; Bralalyr Smatherspather yells from the confines of the tunnel. &quot;Quickly!&quot;Rallyn gives the snowstorm one last toss of furious flakes and then walks into the tunnel the humans have to crouch to pass through. Bralalyr closes it behind him and the white and fury of the snowstorm cut off with a deafening silence.The old gnome cackles, &quot;I love orcs! Follow me, we've got a nice cozy shelter set up.&quot; He scurries down the passageway. It travels in a fairly straight line almost directly northward toward what is probably the alchemy shop. Every eighty feet or so, a heatless flame comes from an everburning torch inset in the ceiling. After a few brief minutes of travel, the group reaches a hatchway in the ceiling. Bralalyr flips a hidden switch and the hatchway swings open, revealing a darkened room that smells of sulfur and other noisome chemical odors.Bacan Smatherspather, the oldest of the three brothers, reaches down to help the females through the hatch. He is wearing a bandage wrapped around his head.The room itself, once everyone is inside, is obviously an inner sanctum of the alchemy shop. Alembics, potion vials, work benches filled with bubbling cauldrons and flasks abound. The only light in the room is from a miniature complicated brass furnace that seems to be brewing some foul stew in an open tub.As the group enters, Brandeles can be seen scrambling down a ladder in the corner.&quot;Quite a wind, that should keep their heads down for awhile!&quot; Brandeles says, rubbing his hands on his arms to warm himself up. The old gnome has a huge satchel swinging wildly from over his shoulder, clanking into the wall, the ladder and workbenches as he descends.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Zhure, post: 641531, member: 308"] "Rallyn! You're the last one out there," Bralalyr Smatherspather yells from the confines of the tunnel. "Quickly!" Rallyn gives the snowstorm one last toss of furious flakes and then walks into the tunnel the humans have to crouch to pass through. Bralalyr closes it behind him and the white and fury of the snowstorm cut off with a deafening silence. The old gnome cackles, "I love orcs! Follow me, we've got a nice cozy shelter set up." He scurries down the passageway. It travels in a fairly straight line almost directly northward toward what is probably the alchemy shop. Every eighty feet or so, a heatless flame comes from an everburning torch inset in the ceiling. After a few brief minutes of travel, the group reaches a hatchway in the ceiling. Bralalyr flips a hidden switch and the hatchway swings open, revealing a darkened room that smells of sulfur and other noisome chemical odors. Bacan Smatherspather, the oldest of the three brothers, reaches down to help the females through the hatch. He is wearing a bandage wrapped around his head. The room itself, once everyone is inside, is obviously an inner sanctum of the alchemy shop. Alembics, potion vials, work benches filled with bubbling cauldrons and flasks abound. The only light in the room is from a miniature complicated brass furnace that seems to be brewing some foul stew in an open tub. As the group enters, Brandeles can be seen scrambling down a ladder in the corner. "Quite a wind, that should keep their heads down for awhile!" Brandeles says, rubbing his hands on his arms to warm himself up. The old gnome has a huge satchel swinging wildly from over his shoulder, clanking into the wall, the ladder and workbenches as he descends. [/QUOTE]

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