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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ziona" data-source="post: 584272" data-attributes="member: 484">Cries of a DrowThe companions climbed the wispy web ladder up, making their way into a cold, darkened room.  Tark, whose mace was glowing bright with Daylight, looked about uneasily.“The stench of death is thick,” he spoke solemnly.Traps shivered slightly as he walked wide-eyed through the room.“Well, this isn’t what I expected at all,” he said with disappointment.  “You think it’d be much more interesting since it has such an interesting entrance.”As they looked around them, the allies noticed bloodstains and weapons mingled with cushions and pillows all around the room, although no corpses remained.  Belasco and Varr stood looking upon an altar that was stained red with the blood of countless sacrifices.  They wrinkled their noses at the scent and were just getting ready to turn away when they heard it…the shrieking cries of the undead.  As Belasco and Varr caught up to their companions, they found them defending against a ghostly figure that resembled a drow woman.  The cries of the drow brought unearthly terror and pain upon those within earshot.  As the dwarf and drow approached, they watched both Traps and Arden slump to the ground from the unbearable sound of the shrieking. Meanwhile, Tark charged the ghostly drow and slammed his mace into her form before stepping back out of the witch’s reach.“You dare disturb the altar of Alisannara, High Priestess of Szith Morcane?  Your death shall be slow and painful!” screeched the stern drow woman.Before she could wail again, Varr’s Frostbite connected with her midsection, and Tark cast upon her.  By the time Belasco sliced the glowing form of the drow spirit, she began to evaporate.  Her face contorted and her fists were clenched.  As she disappeared, she moaned “The house Morcane ends here!”“Good riddance,” spat Belasco.He then made his way over to Arden, who was still strewn about the floor like a doll. Traps lay a few feet away from her, unmoving.  Tark followed the drow over, and they began attempts to revive their friends.“I’m no cleric,” said Belasco bitterly, “but I think she’s dead.”“Dead?” asked Varr.  “But the witch didn’t touch her!”“We’ve lost Traps as well,” said Tark.“What’re we to do?” asked Varr.“Let me pray,” Tark said.  “Perhaps I can restore them to life.”“And if not?”“Then we cannot leave them here,” said Tark sadly.  “Their bodies will not be safe from defilement here in the Underdark.”“So we bring them back to town,” said Belasco.  “Someone who knows them better than we do will be able to decide what they would want.”“But what of the heroes?  We cannot leave them to the vicious drow,” said Rossal with frustration.“We cannot fight leagues of drow on our own, either,” said Tark.  “Let us return to the surface as Belasco said.  With any luck, we’ll find others who can join our cause.”~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~The trio brought Arden and Traps back to the surface, and tried in vain to find others to assist them in searching for The Unusual Heroes of Waterdeep.  It seemed there was a shortage of adventurers that wished to venture into the Underdark, especially with skin-flaying drow on the rampage.“And so we return alone,” said Tark. “Yet I feel that luck is on our side.”“You would say that,” smirked Belasco in jest.  “If we were lucky, then we would have reinforcements.”“Luck is on our side,” smiled Tark.  “You’ll see.”“Let’s hope so, Lad,” said Varr seriously.  “Let’s hope so.”The Adventure Continues…</blockquote>

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