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Message: <blockquote data-quote="howandwhy99" data-source="post: 1708268" data-attributes="member: 3192">Not quite what I intended...Calrom stared across into the eight pairs of colorless dark elf eyes; each gleamed in anticipation of killing him."How do I get myself into these things?", he pondered.--It seemed only minutes ago the pale dwarf had been drawling on endlessly about hunting some draconic beast deep in the abyss below as they travelled the underdark. An eight-legged dracosquip or something or another. Calrom hadn't been interested. His heart only knew one kind of beast; and the elves of Szith Morcane would soon come into view. He was not fond of having to wear the necklace of true elf form either. Still, he recognized its uses, even if it did spur more rumors among his "comrades"-in-arms. "Let them talk", he had thought to himself. "Elven blood has been purged from this body. I have the cuts to prove it."But then they were attacked just as they reached the outpost entrance. Another treachery devised by the rulers of Szirth Morcane, no doubt. The guards had called out, but Calrom calmly responded in his best drow-dripping elven, "Hold. It will just be a minute. We are under attack." They would not get the best of him.After the battle he had his first scare of the day: a skinless elf stood in the corner of the entrance cave. It seethed with anger. Calrom leaned over and whispered, "I see someone's already gotten to you".Once the team had reached the central bizarre everyone had spread out. It was unwise tactically seeing as every other being here was each a viler form of evil than the next. As the only dark elf in the party, Arendel was being uniquely quiet. Seeing as he currently passed as an elf, Calrom had decided to join the drow guards and ask about purchasing some of the local dress and information.This is when things started to go wrong.They had laughed at him. They had cursed Calrom and said that he had spent too much time with the uplanders. Then, they walked away in mid-conversation. That was too much. So Calrom did the best thing possible. He pulled out the royal elf medallion of Szith Morcane the team had scavenged from the corpses of the elves from the crypt in Daggerdale. The response was immediate.One of the guards dropped to his knees and started praising Calrom as some prince who had finally returned to reclaim Szith Morcane. The second quickly ran off apparently to tell the others of the joyous news of their prince's arrival. Except when he returned there were several more guards with him. Their words seemed to fly by in an instant. They named him a dark elf prince whom had returned foolishly to his lost seat of power. At least, that was as much as Calrom had taken in at the time before he started denying up and down and instead tried to claim that he held the prince captive and the medallion was his proof. Regardless, he had soon dropped his bow and rapier and was forced back into the main caverns of the bizarre.Pointedly not looking at his teammates, Calrom haughtily strutted by as best he could attempting to play the part of the this "lost prince". He had quite the urge to give a false-subtle wink to Arendel as he stood in the rear, but somehow he had held back. Under guard he climbed the outpost's clift-web towards a new opening.In what looked like the guard's headquarters, there were four more dark elves and another skinless elf in the corner. This brought the total to eight. Eight pairs of eyes staring with vengeful hatred. Eight mouths twitching with shameless glee. --"Strip", one demanded.Looking around Calrom counted again: four fighters, three potential mages, all male, and who knows what hell that one's from. He took the only course he saw left open to him.With as much show as possible, Calrom removed the necklace of True Elf Form, and ran in the least occupied direction as possible: deeper into the tunnels. Amazingly the distraction worked. He quickly dodged around a corner and tried to sink into the wall. His mind wracked as he tucked his hand into his bag of holding. "What exactly do I have in here again?"</blockquote>

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