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Message: <blockquote data-quote="drnuncheon" data-source="post: 1436201" data-attributes="member: 96">EXT - UL-DRAKKAN[The fortress of Ul-Drakkan looks over the cavern, illuminated by the eerie glow of the fungus fields.  This is the same fortress we saw briefly earlier: three pillars of stone stretching hundreds of feet from cavern floor to ceiling, connected with thin arches that act as bridges.]DRU (v.o.): Have these Pure Ones brought in any captives?ALTON (v.o.): There was a raid on the surface, but they did not bring back many slaves.  Only a handful.  Before that...[The gates begin to grind open, admitting a small army of Twisted Ones - some with only faint spiderlike features, others so far gone as to scuttle along the floor on eight limbs.  A Pure One leads them, a woman, haughty and beautiful - SENETYS.  Beside her and behind is the tracker ENIAMIAN, scowling and unkempt, and following the pair are two enormous Twisted Ones, strange centauroid creatures with the upper bodies of elves and the lower bodies of giant spiders - DRIDERS.  They drag a stumbling, battered, barely conscious form between them, covered in blood, hands bound with silken ropes.][We see ALTON and several other slaves stealing looks at the prisoner as he is dragged past.  As ALTON watches, the prisoner looks at him through his hair - it is none other than TENSIN.  ALTON watches as be is dragged onwards, until the shadow of a Twisted One falls over him and he hurriedly returns to work.]INT - CAVERN[DI'FIER, DRU, the SOLDIERS, the MERCENARIES, and the FORMER SLAVES have camped.  The leaders sit around a small, smoky fire.]DRU: But nobody else?ALTON: No other prisoners, no.DI'FIER: Then Galanodel is still out there somewhere.DRU: If he's still aive.  Enialis...DI'FIER: What lies between us and this Ul-Drakkan?ALTON: You're going there? You're mad!  This army isn't big enough...turn around, save your lives.DRU (very calm, very cold): That man you saw was my father.[ALTON locks eyes with DRU, then looks away, subdued.]ALTON: There is a watchtower.  Five days journey from here.  It is hard to see - suspended from the cavern ceiling.DRU: Let me guess. Webs?DI'FIER: Must be a big spider.ALTON: A demon.DRU: Naturally.[JAREN and ZAETRA, the mercenary leaders, begin to look worried.]ALTON (shaken, continuing): Once you have reached the watchtower, it is no more than a day to the fortress itself.  EXT - UL-DRAKKAN[As before, although now it seems as if troops are mustering to leave.  THARIUST and THARION stand watching as their soldiers prepare.]ALTON (v.o.): There are hundreds of Twisted Ones there - you will be outnumbered, and the Pure Ones themselves...[The camera pans over the Twisted Ones.  Some seem almost like Pure Ones, others are barely more than spiders walking upright.  They range in size from towering soldiers with four arms and spider heads, to the pair of tiny, pale creatures that hang from a web - one spinning and twisting the other as it applies thick strands of webbing from its abdomen.  The silk hardens visibly and it is clear this is some kind of armor.  They scuttle into place beside more of their kind.]DRU (v.o.): I guess it's a good thing they don't know we're coming, then.[The dark elves begin to march.]</blockquote>

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