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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 2472816" data-attributes="member: 9255">EBERRON08/06/05SEGMENT 097“Just Who or What the %#@%* Are You?!? ”DM NOTES frustrating day.  Only player made it today and he was very late.  One other called.  The other three were no call / no show.  Need to think about TPK situations again……  So instead of doing nothing with Clinton whom plays Cedious, I opted to have him meet someone going in instead of out of Drogan’s Trap.For the best descriptions of the bridges think of Lord of Rings within the Dwarven ruins.  This is what I was aiming for.Using the lantern they had and a few torches the group (complete with a Pegasus) begin to walk onto the first bridge. The light pierces into the dark but reveals very little.  Sometimes the washed out grainy images of other ramps and stairways supported by large columns can be seen.  The only sound is that of rushing water.  Somewhere far below there is a fast moving river complete with rapids and possibly small waterfalls.  They wind around and come onto a split in the bridge.  Left or straight.  They go left and find a section has collapsed.  Forced to turn around they fail to see the blue lights that blink at them from the far side.The continue walking around with little hint of distance or direction.  Then they stop and try to get their barring.  Cedious, being the curious rogue halfling he is, continues a short way forward.  He reaches a new-leveled platform and stops.“Hello Little One.”Cedious turns trying to locate the source of the sound.  Then his lantern crosses over another section of bridge about fifteen away.  He draws his weapon and moves closer to the railed edge to investigate.“Do I know you?”  Cedious feels he knows this person but can’t place it.  “I don’t take kindly to surprises.”The light slowly reveals a dark skinned elf with no hair dressed in copper, red and black robes.  His blue eyes burn when the light crosses over them.“Who are you?”  He thinks long and hard and recalls rumors of dark skinned elves that live in Xen’ drik but surely this is not Xen’drik.  “I don’t know you.  Who are you?”“You may call me Zen.  I come to warn you.”  The monk – like warrior stands very still on the rail.“Warn me?!?  Why does everyone want to warn me.  I already know this is a dangerous place to be.  Its part of its appeal.” He says with a smirk while studying the monk.“That which you seek can not be released onto the world.  The dangers are too great.  At least not now.”“Fah!” And Cedious steps back from the rail.  He is tired of these cultists.  He recalls the dress of the bugbear and the fighter.  Who or what they are doesn’t matter to him any more.“That which you seek will seek you in time.  It has been nearly 500 years since I saw the last one try to open the secrets of Drogan’s Trap.  Fate has a way of working itself out.”Cedious stops and rolls his eyes and grumbles then turns around.  “500 years ago……?”  He steps up to the rail again.  “Just who the %^@# are you?!?”“A witness.”Flustered, Cedious yells at the black skinned monk.  “Witness this!”, he gives him the finger, “If I ever get my hands and dagger on …you?”  The monk crosses his arms over his chest and steps out and falls from view of the lantern.  The roar of the river below covers any sound of impact.  Cedious frowns in frustration.“What is it?” asks Taskerdoo with the others in tow.“A warning.  That means we are close.  Lets go.”</blockquote>

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