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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jeremy" data-source="post: 1386352" data-attributes="member: 4036">Cormanthor, Galath's Roost15th of Deepwinter in the Year of Wild Magic Galdur however was not pleased by this turn of events and headed over to Titus. He yanked the human straight out from under the little dragon and promptly slapped him awake. Maybe a bit harder than he needed to. Just a bit. Rossal chirped his disapproval and plinked an acorn off the armored dwarf for good measure, but he was having fun. His main source of amusement used to be chasing the stirges around or pestering the beetles from above—the beetles! Rossal broke off from giving the group the lay of the land downstairs to ask, Have you guys met the beetles? “Beetles? What Beetles?” Elayne said with a concerned tone, but it was too late. Rossal whipped around the corner from the former hall to the adjoining former kitchen where all of sudden started a great ruckus. Chirping and hooting Rossal shot back out of the ruined kitchen with a huge grin on his face and flew right past the startled group up into his tree. Unfortunately this led the gigantic beetles that were chasing him straight into the lot of them. Galdur briefly wondered if there was enough of the little runt dragon to make a decent buckler. The worst of it came first. The beetles turned and sprayed the group with a horrendous stench that burned in their lungs like acid. Revan worked fluidly despite the strain on him and fired arrow after arrow with uncanny aim and calm. Galdur left deep rents in the creatures until the could stand no more against him while his dwarven forged armor shrugged off all but their strongest assaults. Titus batted the insects around and opened up with a flurry of blows that cracked and caved in the hard carapace of the one he faced and Elayne finished it off with a bolt of energy that blasted through it. Rossal chirped happily at the show and grinned, That was great! Leaning on his tall fighting staff Titus caught his breath and found he was laughing. “Yeah, it kinda was.” <img src="http://www.enworld.org/forums/attachment.php?attachmentid=12966&stc=1" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> *** Later, having heard as many details of what lay ahead of them as Rossal could remember, including that of his dislike of the ‘stinky’ faerie he called unseelie, the group concluded that the raiders were not based out of Galath’s Roost. However, one interesting piece of information was that the kobolds Revan had tracked earlier were. More importantly, they had one of the horseman raiders captive. Apparently Rossal had taken a mind to toying with the raiders one night and they had spotted him and opened fire with bows and crossbows. Taking affront to this the clever dragon had later stung the rear guard of the group who fell asleep and off of his horse. Either the rest of the raiders didn’t notice or didn’t care, but later that night the little lizardmen had discovered him and dragged him back to their lair under the Roost. Titus was sure that he would prove a valuable source of information though Galdur thought it might be best just to go to the source. In the end it was opted to question the one who had already been taken captive. And so the group fired up one of Titus’s torches and carefully made their way over the rubble down into the cavern under Galath’s Roost. Light reflected off the somewhat damp and surprisingly warmer cave (at least by comparison to the winter above) as there was an underground stream that had carved it’s way into the cavern and begun pooling up in a few lower lying areas. Stalactites and stalagmites made for somewhat precarious footing in places, but nothing the group could not handle. An echoing and somewhat strangely warbling voice boomed out using the strong acoustics, “WHO GOES THERE?” It stretched out the words in the way a ghostly villain in play or a children’s story might. “Uh, we do?” Titus jested. Elayne smacked him in the ribs, but being that his ribs were armored didn’t produce so much as a grunt. “WHO GOES THERE?” again the voice boomed, louder this time. Galdur addressed the voice, while Revan’s sharp eyes scoured the cave. “We ‘r jus’ passin’ through. Who ‘r you?” In a steadily louder voice it continued, echoing about the cave almost melodramatically, “I AM THE GHOST OF GALATH!”</blockquote>

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