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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Medriev" data-source="post: 4591622" data-attributes="member: 21864">Chapter 7 - Beyond the Gate (Part 1)“We should rest here,” said Telkya as she surveyed the blood-soaked chamber. “The duergar cannot be allowed to reclaim this hold else we will have to battle through it again when we return.”“And if the duergar come while we rest?” questioned Dulvarna as she carried a small chest of gold coins from a side room into the main chamber. In her other hand she held a skull-capped scepter. “We would be hard pressed to repel them if they came upon us as we slept.”“And if we bar the doors?” suggested Lavren. “We could hold them at bay as the orcs held us at the gate.”“And if they come in numbers,” said Litiraan. “With magic or a battering ram. How will we hold them then?”“These dwarves had magic,” Telkya said with a winning smile and a wink at Lavren. “And a battering ram is no more than a big log.” The others looked at her and could argue no more. Dulvarna let out a resigned sigh while Lavren’s face split in a wide grin.“Erlmoor and Litiraan, gather weapons and thick wood to bar the doors,” said Dulvarna finally. “The rest of us will deal with these bodies and gather what food we can. Be quick and tarry not for our enemies could come here at any time.”“Urwol must be busy,” said Rundarr, tearing a mouthful of the hunk of meat he held in his hand while leaning over to the duergar chieftain beside him. He noticed with horror that he had spat a small chunk of the meat into his companion’s beard as he had spoken but if Murkelmor noticed, he did not show it.“E’s always busy,” snarled the duergar chief then, gesturing vehemently with the hunk of rothé meat he held in his own right hand. “S’why you’re here. If I left South Gate to Urwol e’d have ‘em all forging warhammers and none watching the gate.”“Want me to send for ‘im?” snarled Rundarr as he put down the hunk of meat he had been eating and raised his tankard with his right hand. He took a long gulp of the bitter mushroom ale as he waited for the reply.“Nah,” answered Murkelmor. “But send someone fer ‘im mid morning. He should know that when’s I sends a summons, I expect ‘im to answer.”“E’ll like that,” answered Rundarr with a broad grin. “’Specially if e’s bin up all night at the forge.”“I’m sure e’ will,” snarled Murkelmor through his next mouthful of meat. “An’ I’m sure ye’ll enjoy tellin’ ‘im.” Rundarr smiled in response and Murkelmor had his answer.</blockquote>

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