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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 1544584" data-attributes="member: 4441">*Lornae pipes up, her eyes wide and luminous.*"I'm very sneaky, very stealthy, you wouldn't have found me if the mojhy-mojh couldn't see my magic, no you wouldn't, I will come with you," she says, and with that vanishes from view.  Mochor, you feel a faint brush of something by your cheek, "I'm here," Lornae whispers in your ear, "Let's go."*Moving quietly up the passage, leaving your light sources behind, you use the walls themselves to guide you around the sharp bend.  As you draw closer to the source of the voices, you see a faint bluish glow, like the kind that Primat had.  It is enough for both the litortian and the faen to see their quarry clearly.**Before them the passage opens up to a wide, paved court, all of the walls covered with the most elaborate carvings you've seen yet.  The court is about fifty feet wide and rises to a dome almost fifty feet high.  An enormous pair of stone doors fill the entire wall in front of you with the largest carvings yet.  Above them, near the curve of the dome, is writing in a strange slanted form in a language that neither of you can read.**Before the doors is the steely-skinned mojh who is in intense conversation with a young woman and man.  The woman shifts her weight on the balls of her feet and holds herself with tightly-controlled muscular strength.  A scimitar is sheathed at her side, and a banded wooden sheild lies at her feet.  She wears a studded leather jack and has a backpack on.  Her brown hair is tied in a tight ponytail and her eyes are pale and intense.*  *The man is utterly unremarkable, average in height and weight, medium-length hair of dull brown and brown eyes in an average face.  He wears a chain shirt and has a longsword sheathed at his side.  Two light hammers are stuck in his belt, and a heavy pick is strapped to the backpack on his back.  The mojh has a pack at his feet and is carrying a greatsword in one hand, and a shimmering suit of armor formed of light encases his body.  Even though you are closer, you can't understand the language that they're speaking in, though its clear from the gestures of the mojh that it is agitated.*</blockquote>

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