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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wrahn" data-source="post: 1797045" data-attributes="member: 9191">Ata, Glangim~The processional begins to form even before sunrise, it appears most of Dun Faerin will escort Derricks body to the Gates.  Some still carry ale from the wake.Aegrin Stonesplitter aproaches Ata and Glangim, looking at Glangim, “I be understanding that Derrick asked ye to carry him down.  If so, ye best be getting with the clan.”  He turns to show you where to go and disappears.Looking around the gathering processional in confusion, all of them appear to be gone as well.  There is a feeling of disorientation and both of them can begin to see the city change and grow around them.  The ceiling expands, as does the cavern the city is built in.The disorientation diminishes after a moment and it is apparent, that Dun Faerin or what was once Dun Faerin is quite prosperous and much more heavily populated.  Or it would seem that way if there were any people.  Dominating the city is a titanic statue of a dwarf holding a warhammer over it’s head, though they can not see who the statue is suppose to represent, as it’s back is to them.A rhythmic pounding can be heard, coming from the high gate, the gate that leads to the surface.  A group of six dwarves run by carrying block and tackle and some relatively impressive ropes.  Following behind them is a grizzled dwarf, neither Ata or Glangrim recognize and a drow elf.“The wards be holdin’.  That is a right fine job you did.”  The dwarf speaking to the drow, neither of whom seem to notice your presence.“It won’t hold them forever.  I would guess if they don’t break through the walls before tomorrow, they will teleport through.”“Ah, don’t be worrying your head about that.  We’ll be long dead before then.  Ya know, there is still time for you to be fleeing deeper, there is no need to dying up here with us.”The drow smiles, “A lot has changed since we were enemies.  In my life I would have never believed that I would argue for the right to stay and die with a bunch of dwarves.”“Nor me be thinking it would have been likely that in King Glangrim’s time that we would be sending our families to the drow for safety.”  The Dwarf laughs, but is cut short by a cracking noise.  “I knew we should have used more reinforcement on those gates.  Ah well, it was inevitable.  Dun Faerin was a good home, I will be proud to die for her.”  He says unslinging his hammer, moving toward the gate.The sounds of battle can be heard over the low building of the city.  Horrible noises too, inhuman.  A winged demonic form flies low across the roof tops, with a dwarf holding on with one hand and hacking on it with an axe in the other.  The streak into a building and neither comes out.There is a horrible scream rising back from the gate.  Something large rips through the 30ft high gate corridor.  They can see it, it looks like a cross between a demon and a dragon as enters the main courtyard, unleashing it’s hell breath.Ata notices first the massive statue begins to tip forward,  The dragon doesn’t notice in time to avoid the only thing larger than it falling down crushing it.  A great cry rises from defender as the dragon tries to rise from the crushing weight, and fails, lying still.The sound of the combat continues.  Finally the lone dwarf, the drow friend from before staggers back to in front of the ale house, he slips to the floor and stops breathing.  The air and streets seem to fill with demons of all shapes and sizes and then are gone, leaving the body of the dwarf there.The disorientation seems to pick up again and they watch the body decay to bone and then even the bones turn to dust in the silence.</blockquote>

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