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Message: <blockquote data-quote="howandwhy99" data-source="post: 1205333" data-attributes="member: 3192">Calrom's restless thoughts before sleep...  (PG13)May the Gods burn it all!  This is easily the worst hiding trip, yet. Not only have I been seen by Dalesfolk, but I've stupidly gone ahead and thrown in my lot with a group which includes two of the bastard race. The first was easily despised: a female who whored herself out to every beast willing to mount her. But the other is a Keeper of the Secrets of the Earth. Mother would want to meet him. And by the rites I am supposed to lead him to her.  *ugh* Damn it all... But... I don't think he has recognized me yet. Perhaps he's from another Dale. Or perhaps he's spent too much time with his own breed and hasn't heard of me. Well, my real identity. Curses! Why didn't I give them a false name? Calrom Nathos is as uncommon a handle as a jeweled doorknob. The whole of that sewer town Tilverton is probably looking for me too now. I mean, it was funny when the female was damned to hang as surely as the rest of us. (I could smell the fear on her. She hid it well, but I am becoming more and more attuned to her lies) But now that the Gods have cursed her with an outside to reflect what's on her insides, I doubt any lie could prove her guilt.  At least the rest of the group has some honor. The Battlecleric of Lathandar is a half-decent leader when he decides to be. He's as stubborn and blind as the rest of the sun worshippers, but he has brought me back from the brink of death more than one time. The shortfolk's humour has been a blessing, as well. If only we weren't stupidly courting our own deaths.  And why am I down here? A mission for the church, of course. And not mine. At least it's kept me out of town. And out of Mistledale proper. The Barrowmounds is a hell of a place to hide, though. Four times we've sallied into the center mounds below. And with luck, a fourth time I'll return. With or without. I guess one good thing has come out of this last trip. Mulebone is as fierce an animal as any I've known. A real fighter. And what strength! Why the smell alone could knock a man down. By the Gods, I wonder how the others will sleep this night. But this is pure heaven for a country boy like me. Like taking the forest with me wherever I go. That lousy farmer was just going to work him to death anyhow. Rothe deserve to run free.  Hmm... I wonder when Alya will bed down? Mulebone could use a nice snack. *snicker* But she makes me wonder. Why would one of her own kind choose to bring her spirit back in the form of such a hated creature? Vengeance? A lost bet? Some twisted joke? It's so unlike a Druid. Ahh well. If there is one truth that never changes, it's that all Elves are the same at heart.</blockquote>

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