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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 2475185" data-attributes="member: 2885">The harpy slaverA couple hours later Fiddle heard more splashing. He woke Sully. Dunnin was already awake. A group of human-sized figures crept towards the party's hideout. A flying bird woman with a nasty whip and even nastier disposition drove them on.As they crawled near the side of a rim the earth and sludge erupted. A large turtle grabbed one of the slaves and dragged him under. The others ran faster to the pillar.When they finally arrived they drank greedily. The bird woman swooped in and chased them away. She cackled at their fear. She landed and eased herself into the pool.Sully had had enough.He stepped forward and waved his hands. The birdwoman vanished. A single bone ring fell into the water. The slaves ran."Wait," Fiddle shouted. "We aren't with them."Dunnin reached in and retrieved the ring."We can use that to contact Darian," Fiddle said. "I did it once to some guy named Hetrick."Dunnin put on the ring. He looked into the pool and took a drink. His wounds healed. He then concentrated on the water. An image of a sack appeared."Darian," the party yelled.Nothing happened."Oh, well," Dunnin said removing the ring. "It was worth a try."</blockquote>