'The Perilous (Chapter I, II, III, IV)

"I suggest we stay all together as well, if the establishment has a problem with us I am sure they will let us know. Hopefully we will be able to find a room we can all use and then we can eat another hardy meal and gather some information about Shabu and anything else that is going on in this town."

"As fer the whereaboutos of Sher I know he is on theoutskirts of town at his own campe. I think he does not like the feeling of being confined to staying in town and likes the openness of being outdoors. I am sure he will be fine as he seems easily able to take care of himself."

"So shall we be off and find out more about this mysterious Prismatic Spray?"
Getting up and sheathing my well sharpened scimitar and placing my backpack over one shoulder, waiting for the others to to gather thier things so we can be off.
 

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Phelen

"The more the merrier" Phelen starts walking towards the not as abadoned as it should be temple "The pass word is simply 'Hold the portal'."
 

With the acrid stink of burnt ground lingering in his nostrils Sher Farid looks up along the trail that leads off into the dunes. He gazes up at the moon to try and estimate the time and once fixed he moves forward following the trail, keeping to the shadows to remain hidden, his senses alert...

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Thane hurries to front and peeks around the shadows, as if to assure himself that there is nothing there. Seeing nothing, he beckons everyone forward. If I'm to play a stupid guard, I might as well act the part, he thinks.
 

Belok Half-Giant Rogue/Psychic Warrior

"Probably best we stay together, so in we go. I have a request though, I had all the grease I could stand last time out, how about something roasted or stewed this time?" He hefts his weapons and tries to look like a bored rear guard for the party.
 


DELMAR, LILLIANA, THANE, PHELEN, BELOK:

After a moment of discussion you head across the street to the burned out temple, which looms ominously, like an empty, roofless shell of walls, charred brickwork, and tumbled piles of rubble. Much of the temple seems literally blasted apart, and Lilliana notes the way burn marks and wrecked areas are shaped. The place was taken apart brick by brick by very destructive magic.

You follow the general route that the hooded figures that came before you took, through a crumbling archway and behind a low stone wall...

And then...

You reach a dead end.

You reach a dead end, there's nothing here but a shallow alcove, and a pile of debris and refuse that seems to include the fragmented shards of an old wine bottle, some rags, and some loose rubble. Some beggars kip, probably.

However, Delmar detects a strong scent of magic coming from the pile of trash. The rest of you detect a far less pleasant scent.

As you get closer, a small eddy seems to stir up some of the trash and there's a faint tinkling sound. The rubbish swirls around and forms a crude face-like shape, with shards of broken wine-bottle for teeth in it's uneven crease of a mouth.

It croaks out a faint growling sound, that seems to sound like ".....paaassswooord?"
 
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Phelen

Giving no one a chance to speak up first, Phelen quickly steps forward"Hold the portal." Phelen says in that 'attempting to sound cool' voice. He gives a quick confident smile around to all of his companions to set those that are nervous at ease.
 


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