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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 6765905" data-attributes="member: 6777052">After a quick breakfast, the four set out just as dawn was breaking.It was fortunate that they left early for barely an hour later, Rufus galloped into the stableyard of the inn with Rufus on his back. He, Rufus, delivered a bundle of handbills proclaiming "Fingers the Halfling - Wanted for Grand Theft. 300 Ducats Reward. All Information to Edrath Pinchsneeze, Mayor of Ambletown." Roland Butter reported having seen Fingers and successfully claimed the reward, then used the money to buy his own restaurant. He became quite famous as a chef, moved in exalted circles and eventually married the Countess Amelianna de Pomme de Terre y Tarragon, who was very grand, and they lived happily ever after.But I digress.Our heroes reached the market town of Fortwell by lunchtime. Fingers led them to a shady dealer in "Antiques and Curios" where BoldItalic sold the silver cup that came from the interior of the grue for 137 Ducats and no questions asked. Then they visited various other merchants in the town where they used the money to buy supplies and equipment for the task ahead. Rylnethaz advised Clotbert what to look for in a coat of mail, while Fingers slipped away and came back with a hand crossbow and a goodly supply of bolts hidden inside his jerkin. When they felt they were all as well-prepared as they could be, they marched boldly along the North Road towards their goal and set up a temporary camp in the ruins of the burnt-out manor. It being nearly sunset by then, they drew lots for who would stand watch.During the night, they were attacked by fiends from the Abyss - foul and repulsive creatures made from the souls of those who had perished in the conflagration and lingered still in the ruins. The rumours were true, it seemed.BoldItalic was dismayed to discover that his spells of fire and lightning had little effect upon the screeching horrors that confronted him. "What are these?" he cried, as he fought to bring his staff to bear on a something that was reaching out a ghastly hand to claw his face."I believe these are manes," said Clotbert. "I've read about them in Demonological tracts. There is a way to overcome them, but ..." and here his voice trailed off."BUT WHAT?" yelled Rylnethaz as he flailed about with his sword, seemingly to little effect. "BUT WHAT?"</blockquote>

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