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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tom Cashel" data-source="post: 395415" data-attributes="member: 321">The DOOR from EVERYWHERE, part 4Lucius Foxhound: The Nexus of Power, a play by Lucius Foxfound.Act II – Assault on Blackbones FortressVan: What do we fear from a bunch of scrawny orcs?  Attack, I say, attack!Ghost Sound of a horn faintly blowing in the distance, flashes of lightning and falling rain.Narrator: These were the brave words spoken by the legendary Van Dyksun as we began our assault on the orcs’ forest fortress.  Artemus called fire from the sky!Minor image of exploding flames and screaming orcs.Narrator: Ah, but Lady Luck was not with us.  Victory was near our grasp until we heard the raspy, inhuman voice of Cressyl Blackbones.Blackbones: By my dragon blood, you will all perish!Narrator: He stood 12 feet tall or more and was flanked by his pet orc-mage.  We stood in awe of his might and his power.Ghost sound of clashing weapons and screams.Narrator: In two blows he slew Van Dyksun and turned his sight on Dalabrac the Halfling.  His pet mage was tossing powerful spells to finish the job.  But Kaemris was not afraid, for Tymora was with him.  He stood up and faced the beast…Prestidigitation of many small arrows flying through the air like streaks of light.Narrator: …only to be pelted by hundreds of arrows.  He fell heroically–tragically–to the ground, like a human pincushion, clutching his luckstaff.  His light had gone out before he struck the earth.Lucius: Come, we must regroup and retreat! Narrator: But I knew the one with Dragon blood would never let us go.  Desperately, I threw some spells at the orcs in the hope that it might buy us some time.  Tymora smiled upon my efforts: the orc-mage was transformed into a flying snail and the great and terrible Blackbones was forced to confront and be killed by his greatest fear.Blackbones: No! No!  Mother!  No!Minor Image of a large dragon glaring at the audience, then taking flight.Narrator: Yes, they were dead, but there was an orc army to deal with.  We grabbed our dead and ran to my magic cottage in the woods.  But the children, the smiling children, haunted our thoughts.  How could we run when they might be killed–or worse–by those orcs?Quidam: We are OneWe remember the life of Kaemris Tencoin, but we think it exceeding strange that the life was once ours.  We remember his death as well.  It is a terrible thing to remember one’s death, but without it we never could have had this new life.  Tymora is here now, and we are one.We must be cautious; we must be reckless.  The luck of the dice is all.  We are Quidam.  We are one.</blockquote>

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