[UaVS] The Silver Door IC
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Festy_Dog
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[ooc: this is what I had posted on the previous page. 
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Grolvus makes his way back through the slightly too small corridor to report their findings to Mistress. He keeps his head bowed as he talks to her.
"Mistress, the group ahead of us rested briefy at the opposite end of the corridor before splitting up and leaving through both exits there," he says a little hurriedly, wanting to discard any attention he brought to himself to make the report.
]Grolvus makes his way back through the slightly too small corridor to report their findings to Mistress. He keeps his head bowed as he talks to her.
"Mistress, the group ahead of us rested briefy at the opposite end of the corridor before splitting up and leaving through both exits there," he says a little hurriedly, wanting to discard any attention he brought to himself to make the report.
Serpenteye
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"Yes, and we don't know what power they would gain if they reached it. Or do we, Wizard? How much do you know about our goal?"
"It watches!" Wesellu suddenly shouts, jerking as if suddenly coming awake.
Breathing heavily, he glances about, eyes wide with barely supressed panic. "The Door lies above us. And we must reach it quickly! Others approach our goal!"
Panting, Wesellu slumps slightly against a wall, obviously shaken by something.
Breathing heavily, he glances about, eyes wide with barely supressed panic. "The Door lies above us. And we must reach it quickly! Others approach our goal!"
Panting, Wesellu slumps slightly against a wall, obviously shaken by something.
Uriel
Living EN World Judge
Wesellu seems possessed of a determination that you have not seen since you began this Thrice-Damned Mission. Brogark scoffs at the outburst, though he clearly is listening to what the Wizard has to say. Turning to Enraela he says 'Mistress,I agree that we can sit here no longer while the vile Cessuli get closer still to the Prize...let us either take this Stair as he suggests or quit this room, the smell is beginning to become annoying.' This last was directed at the Troll, Brogark clearly unhappy with the dead Drows corpse stinking up the chamber. Besides, Elf, any sort of elf, should be ate over a slow spit, though Brogark didn't share these thoughts with his mistress.
Jikull stands silently by, knuckles clenching, clearly unhappy with such inactivity. He bellows 'Surely the Scouts has seen all that there is to see, Mistress!?! Let us away now, for I would quit this nasty Duergar Hole as soon as possible, these ceilings are not to my liking, or that of the troll either, I would think.'
Jikull stands silently by, knuckles clenching, clearly unhappy with such inactivity. He bellows 'Surely the Scouts has seen all that there is to see, Mistress!?! Let us away now, for I would quit this nasty Duergar Hole as soon as possible, these ceilings are not to my liking, or that of the troll either, I would think.'
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Serpenteye
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Nurthrak silently watches the wizard, his yellow eyes staring straight into Wessellu's. In a low growl, as intimidating as he can possibly make it, he repeats himself; "What do you know about our goal?"
Festy_Dog
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Grolvus, put off the the amount of activity, slinks back down the corridor to join Arngen at the stairwell.
"They're getting restless back there, and the wizard says the door is above us. He had another vision I'm pretty sure. He said something was watching us too," he tells Arngen.
"They're getting restless back there, and the wizard says the door is above us. He had another vision I'm pretty sure. He said something was watching us too," he tells Arngen.
Wide eyes rolling, Wesellu slowly turns to regard the troll, his face scrunching up in distaste. At least here he was on familiar ground.
Sniffing disdainfully, he addresses his answer to Enraela instead. At least she'll be smart enough to understand it, he smugly thinks to himself.
"The Silver Door stands at the end of a winding staircase. Dark shades of Dwarves forgotten seek to keep it, as does something else ... something that escaped my Sight."
Sniffing disdainfully, he addresses his answer to Enraela instead. At least she'll be smart enough to understand it, he smugly thinks to himself.
"The Silver Door stands at the end of a winding staircase. Dark shades of Dwarves forgotten seek to keep it, as does something else ... something that escaped my Sight."
