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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hippocrachus" data-source="post: 2838953" data-attributes="member: 14148">~ The Adventurers ~The two dwarves, Nae'talis, and Hildor enter into the large cavern echoing with the sounds of dwarves talking loudly in side passages. Nae'talis and Hildor recognize the cavern to be the one where they fought the dire bat and its brethren.The four of them continue into the chamber Logbrag the ogre called home and further into the light of midmorning. They are greeted by a column of Tyrrans just about to head into the cavern. The tall fellow at the head of the armored ranks pulls off his helmet and stares gawking at Nae'talis and Hildor before finding the words to speak."Where did they come from!?!" he almost yells in surprise. He holds out a hand to keep any of the soldiers from making an aggressive move."This 'un found 'em chattin' deeper in," Sunder answers, pointing to Dowkan, and easily taking up the command.The ranking officer turns and hurriedly sends runners off to find his commanders."Inform Father Braggi and Captain Andri immediately!" He turns back to the party glaring. "Where is the High Cleric's nephew? Hrolf! Where is Hrolf!?!" he says in an increasing panic.~ Hrolf ~The Tyrran watches the human and elf leave with a disgusted yet satisfied stare. When the four are out of sight and their footsteps can no longer be heard echoing back up the tunnel, the Tyrran turns his attention back to Hrolf."Why is it that your gods challenge us so?" he says in a voice more grating than before. "The mortals walk about as if they were in control. What arrogance. And these beings that name themselves gods look on in a stupor. We offer new order. New power."The Tyrran studies Hrolf with a dubious expression, thinking the cleric of Tyr too dumb to understand."You have over-stayed your welcome here, mortal!" he says in a suddenly guttural language that Hrolf shouldn't have been able to understand. It was as if the meaning was clear in his head even though the words passed through his ears.Hrolf shakes himself of distraction just in time to see the sword coming at him. He draws his own sword and meets the downward chop in a block, clashing an inch from his face.What was once a Tyrran soldier is now a multi-hued unnatural visage of a man in spiked armor and glowing purple eyes. It's as if the same illness that affected the kobolds had twisted the Tyrran into a weapon of evil.It takes a step back from Hrolf and begins to laugh in its throaty voice. The being's laughter echoes in the cavern as it melts into the floor; its eyes glow maliciously at the cleric of Tyr until they're lost in the stone at his feet.Hrolf wakes with a start just outside the lighted chamber he had fought the kobolds in the night before.Nae'talis and Hildor are nowhere to be seen.</blockquote>

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