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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 926800" data-attributes="member: 8222">OoC<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin    :D"  data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" />M prompt hereICWekerak, quickly getting the Bat's Gist, follows it south and west, keeping low and away from hill tos. Soon, a Swamp becomes clear, and the Wolfrider enters (much to the disguts of poor Frostbite, whose sense of Smell is far beyond that of the Goblin or the bat). After 20 minutes of slogging through muck and leeches,stinginf gnats and the Gods-aweful smell, Wekerak espies the form of Durgo standing against a tree, the others nearby. Arrows whistle out of the dar to the East, a sure sign of Elves waiting for the band to exit that way. the ogre does not look amused. Bargo is nearby, munching on an elf head, grinding bones and all between his massive jaws.The Vampire bat alights on Valrack's shoulder, awaiting further instructions.The Necromancer seems the only one not annoyed by the smells of the Swamp, his close proximity to the undead most likely killing any sense of smell he once had.'Well, what now, oh Great Ogre?' the Goblin Sneers.As if in answer, Midnight fang notices that several of the vines and creepers part visibly, as if indicating a Path ...</blockquote>