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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Nail" data-source="post: 844554" data-attributes="member: 224">What d'ya think?...and so Tieran found his companions on the road leading to the old Smitson farm.  He had managed to tear himself away from his studies, and had found a simple note tucked under his door, written in Garret's script.  It told him to meet the rest of the party at the Old Smitson farm; that they were going to explore it again.  Tieran had decided "better late than never", and had hurried toward the farm.  ....And now he had found his companions. What was left of them, anyway.Their equipment, of course, was gone.  The corpses had been stripped of every last thing of value, right down to the gold caps on Riva's teeth.  What was done to his dear friends - how they had died...not even the necromancer could know for sure.  Disection experiments, perhaps?  Target practice?  Refinement of flogging techniques?  Who could say.Pale-faced, Teiran arranged the bodies as best he could.  He went back to town, to get a cart and horse.  Whoever had done this would pay, thought Tieran.  The death of my friends will be avenged.........Time to drum up some new party members.  "Should I try posting notices, or spread some coin around the bar?", thought Tieran.  "Perhaps if I went door-to-door......maybe hire some telemarketers?"</blockquote>