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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 1747430" data-attributes="member: 1210">DrowEvil Party Lineup:Chanticleer Gilder-Ynarlsland (Villain 5)Akakathan Dundian (bard 3/priest of the Sea Queen 3)Delilah (conjurer 2)Vosh (druid 4)Urdor Darkwind (cleric of Bleak 1/fighter 1)2:00 p.m., 8/1/96 O.L.G., in the Underdark under Strogass“So what are we hoping to find here exactly?” asked Akakathan.Chanti was only too happy to explain.  “We’re looking for an amulet that will help protect us from Dexter’s mind tricks.”  The merellin only shrugged; he had never met this Dexter, but clearly he was an enemy of the people that Akakathan had chosen to travel with.Then again, these same people were starting to make him increasingly nervous.  They were showing a ruthless- he’d even say evil- side that he hadn’t expected.  Yet if he were to speak out, he feared they would slay him.  Maybe not Vosh, but Chanti was ruthless and heedless of danger, and Urdor was a cleric of Bleak.No choice but to go along for now.  But in the future... who could say?The group moved through the caves and tunnels of the Underdark, not sure exactly where they were going.  Chanticleer was certain that Bleak would guide them, however, especially in this realm of darkness where his influence was strongest.  Soon the villains encountered a pair of wrinkle-skinned hairless deep gnomes calling themselves svirfneblin.  The gnomes, both male, wore stone-studded ring mail and held sturdy-looking picks.  They were accompanied by a pet earth elemental, which loomed above even Vosh in size.  A parlay ensued, and when Chanticleer asked whether they knew of the amulet the villains were seeking, the gnomes shook their heads. ”But for a fee,” one of them smiled from behind his monocle, “we can take you to someone who probably can help you.”After some haggling, a reasonable price was agreed upon, and the pair of svirfneblin began guiding the party towards a powerful wild mage that dwelled beneath the surface.  “His name is Arvandor Illspree,” the monocled gnome explained.  “He may or may not be willing to help you; that part’s up to you.  You’ll most likely have to perform a service or pay handsomely for his advice.  Whatever you do, don’t offend him- wild mages are known for a mercurial temperament, and he’s very powerful.”“What race is this Illspree?” asked Delilah.“He’s a Drow,” answered one of the deep gnomes.  He smiled wickedly.  “His name means ‘the Birth of Evil in Heaven.’”Chanti smiled broadly.  “Good,” she chortled.As the group traveled, Chanticleer broke out into song, singing her latest composition, and Akakathan reluctantly sang along.  I was lucky to meetThe great priests of Bleak,They guided me on my quest...‘Tis Dexter NAD-ly I seek,In the name of Bleak,I’ll lay him to eternal rest...Nothing will stop us...We shall succeed!!!Bleak as your ally is all anyone needs!The sluts of the light...Forever they will bleed!They’ll pay with their lives for their greed!!Ohhh....Yes, the great priests of BleakShall dwell in the dark,With the rest of the world on their knees!And the bards of the worldWill sing in their talesWhile Dexter’s ashes are scattered in the seas!In the name of Bleak...Bow down, fools!Give up your soul and join our cause!With the God of Despite,And us, his tools!Will shred all your foes with your teeth and your claws!***6 p.m., 8/5/96 O.L.G.“Far enough, surfacers,” a voice cried out from the darkness.  Its accent was sneering and threatening, yet liltingly soft at the same time, like an elvish accent gone bad.  The two svirfneblin stepped forward.  “They come for advice from your master,” one of them called out.  “We have guided them this far that they may give him great tribute.”There was a pause, and then four dark-skinned elves appeared from the shadows, their silver or white hair seeming totally stark against their inky skin.  Stranger still, the males wear beards- a novelty that nobody in the group has ever seen on an elf before.  One of them sneers and starts speaking in a different tongue, and there are a few moments of conversation before the dark elves gesture for the surface group to follow.“Good luck,” one of the gnomes calls after them.  “Remember what we told you- respect!”The party reluctantly follows their escort.into the dark.Next Time: Into the Abyss!</blockquote>

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