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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 4677774" data-attributes="member: 13681">BellerosEven through the leather, the stone is hot. There's a strange vibration within it that you can detect by some other faculty than physical senses. You bend your strength to moving the stone and just as it seems your efforts will be spent in vain the stone shifts just barely... and then it seems to leap upwards under its own power. Only a short distance, but it definitely lifted out of your hands at the last moment. The slight shift is enough that the old man appears to be freed. The girl takes the old man's hands again and together you pull him to his feet. He is still wheezing dreadfully. The other dwarves have joined you, one lags behind, bent over to catch his breath, panting in the heat. As if in answer to Belleros' query, a voice calls out from nearby, "Help! Over here!" OOC: <a href="http://spreadsheets.google.com/pub?key=p3qFFPe_Psl53wHB3xztiDg" target="_blank">Map</a> updated.  MaskDwarvish voices raised in anger, at least two, sound from nearby. Somewhere behind you. The owners of the voices are not visible.At the bridge, the older woman stands with some effort and puts her hands together solemnly. She bows formally and says, "Fair greetings to thee of the elves." Her grammar is all over the place, she's mixing high and low tongue, but... it's elven! OOC: The ramp is traversable. No map update.  KrikThe kruthik make no sign of backing down. The chattering grows more intense and the kruthik take hostile postures. OOC: Roll for initiative. No map update.  HeskrashShapes and colors resolve into familiar forms, save for the glowing shard, it is very unfamiliar. And uncomfortable to look at, in no small part because of its position. It burns the fine scales of your palm as your grasp it to pull it free. The prayer flows through you and a nerve-jangling cascade of power flows from you, through your grip on Zlatan's hand, and, inadvertently, into the shard. The shard emits a high frequency whine as Bahamut's blessing touches it. Zlatan's wound fills with murkily swirling radiance that dissipates, leaving clean, raw flesh only barely visible through a slit in his vestments. "Cor..." says one of the dwarves. "Never seen that up close and personal like." Zlatan rasps, "Praise to the Platinum Lord. And you, Hesk." He struggles to get up, one hand pressed to his temple. He is moving strangely. Tentatively. A voice calls out from above, "Heads up!"  It's the crew boss. OOC: Take 1pt of damage from touching the shard. No map update.</blockquote>

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