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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Celebrim" data-source="post: 5582009" data-attributes="member: 4937">Gareth says, "Oh crap.  Aravar give me strength." and tries his best to lift the beam.The Mokoheen says, "This isn't going to work.  Let's just kill him and take his stuff.  Then we can carry that other one back."The purple clad stranger says, "Whatt?!? You can't just kill me!", and fumbles for his sword again.Gareth says, "We aren't going to kill him.", and then turns to stranger, "If I had time to save you both, I would, but I don't seem to be able to rescue you and one near at hand needs my aid.  May Aravar guide you on your paths in the afterlife."The two men turn to walk away, with Rex saying, "Are you sure we can't just kill him?"The purple stranger says, "You can't leave me.  In the name of the Despot and the Decamarchy, I command you to come back here!"Gareth mutters, "Oh no."  He turns and gives the man a second look, noticing the scabbard at his side and his rich purple garments again and says, "You're a Decamark.  You're the Bel-Mercado, aren't you?", and hurries back.The purple stranger says, "I am Lord Anuerian Bel-Mercado, Tenth of the Ten."Gareth calls, "Rex, you must give it one more try.  You'll be richly rewarded, I'm sure."  Rex turns and runs back, "Gold?  Ok, one more time."Either by way of miracle, or because this new inspiration provided the barbarian the strength he needed, with great straining the two manage to shift the pile enough to pull out the Decamark and help him to his feet.  The wave is now seemingly only seconds away.  The Champion and the Decamark both stagger and hop together up the hill, while Rex helps Moruth carry the still delicate body of Jarl away.  Moments after they leave, the area is covered again by water and brings down more stonework on to the place where the Decamark lay, but fortunately, this wave is not quite as fierce as the one before and comes not within 50 yards of its previous high water mark allowing the party to escape this second wave in comparitive ease.Overwhelmed by their injuries though, they are forced to abandon further rescue efforts and go to find the sailor.  There being no temple of Showna in the city, they agree to go to the great Temple of Aravar located just beyond the hills crown.  There they find a great crowd of wounded filling the whole great hall on make shift pallets, and healers who are not able to spare any resources to provide much help beyond that Moruth has already given.  The Decamark stiffly thanks them for their aid and bidding them farewell, seeks out his own halls.  They decide to place the elf and Jarl in the small apartment rented by Moruth in the temple quarter, while Gareth assists the other congregants of the temple as best as he is able.Two more waves struck the city, each a few minutes apart and each a little less than the former.  The fourth wave which struck the city barely washed across what was left of the sea wall.  After that, the inhabitants of the part of the city which escaped destruction began to come down from the hill.  First of these was the garrison of soldiers in the Despot’s palace, who’d overcome their shock and confusion and come to order with the resolve to lend aid and restore even before the third wave had drained from the city.  Over the course of the day, a few more are rescued.  But many more are not.  In the first hour, many are pulled alive from the wreckage.  By midday, the pattern has become monotonous and yet the work has barely begun.  As the day wanes, fewer and fewer are found.  In the area closest to the harbor where all three waves struck, there are none.  In the mid-afternoon, word spreads through the city that one of the Decamarks, the lord of House Moltari, has been found dead in the wreckage.  His young son together with the household knights, bears the body from the wreckage.  As the sun begins to set, the old stevedore giant, his strength gone, sits down in a heap and heaves giant sized sobs that can be heard across much of the city.  In preparation to continue the search through the night, the soldiers of the despot begin bringing braziers and lanterns down into the wreckage and set up camps at intervals across the ruined portion of the city. The Mokoheen tires of the cramped quarters of the small apartment and makes camp among the wreckage, eventually finding some place where no one complains that he's squatting.  After two days and nights of constant and much prayers to Showna, the elf Lythen and the Laybrother of the Lady of Arts are restored to health.  During this time Moruth and Mandible renew their childhood friendship and discuss what has happened in their lives since they parted.</blockquote>

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