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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 6767219" data-attributes="member: 6777052">"Well," continued Clotbert, thoughtfully weaving a protective circle of holy water around himself, "even if we destroy them now with spells or weapons they will come back tomorrow night anyway, so what's the point?""The point is, we stay alive!" cried BoldItalic as he shot a shimmering green spray of acid from the end of his staff, then "Gotcha!" he shouted, as a manes struck by the acid dissolved into a formless cloud of reeking vapour.Fingers emerged briefly from behind the fallen timbers he had ducked behind at the first sign of trouble, emptied his crossbow into the back of a manes that was confronting Rylnethaz, and lept nimbly out of the way of another as it turned on him, screeching wordlessly, and raked him with its claws. His jerkin was ruined and several surprising objects fell from its interior pockets but fortunately he seemed to be wearing something shiny underneath and he was unharmed. He would have some explaining to do later, though.By now, Rylnethaz had recovered his composure and, though bleeding profusely from a gash on his face, sliced through two of the horrors with a single sweep of his sword and they were gone.The battle over, Clotbert attended to Rylnethaz' wound. "There may be scarring," he said, "but I will make a compress of seaweed to keep the cut from going rotten." Rynethaz mumbled his thanks, though he had difficulty talking, while thinking that perhaps Clotbert's way of speaking fell a little short on the 'reassuring the patient' scale.BoldItalic felt obliged to take command for the moment. "You can come out now, Fingers," he called. "And you can pick up that diamond necklace you dropped. And the rolled-up map. And the bunch of skeleton keys. You do know that they are illegal, don't you?""Is that what they are? Gosh. I was just keeping them for a friend," said Fingers innocently. No-one believed him, of course."Nice vest," continued BoldItalic. "Wool from a mithril sheep, was it?""I found it in a museum, over in the Shire," explained Fingers. "No-one wanted it, really.""Hmm. Well now. We won't be getting much more rest tonight, so perhaps we should be heading for the mausoleum. Would you care to lead the way?" asked the old wizard as he made his staff blaze like a yellow torch, dispelling the shadows of the night.And so Fingers took them down an overgrown path between bramble hedges to where the boarded-up doorway to a sombre stone edifice stood waiting. He gave it a heave with his shoulder and it yielded.</blockquote>

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