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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 1041366" data-attributes="member: 8222">Watching the bickering and finally having heard enough, Enraela Ferach asserts her authority over the Chaos in a clear and smooth voice. 'Wesellu, this is not the time to fall apart with Mad Ravings, tell me what you saw, and we can get on with this business.' Turning to the Troll the Drow Priestess smiles sweetly and says 'You, Nurthrak, had better remember who saved you from death by slowly wasting away, after killing those that captured you. Besides, I doubt very much that you could best both Jikull and Brogark, should you care to test them...' . Her message delivered to her satisfaction, Enraela says, 'Now then, let us follow our erstwhile Rogues, before they become yet more casualties of this place.' Nodding for Brogark to go before, Enraela moves down the passageway to where Arngen and Grolvus had got to.Jikull motions for Wesellu to go next, then waits for the others, determined to bring up the rear, lest some threat come from that direction.***************************************Grolvus The sound of the Drow approachig from the rear alerts grolvus to the fact that they must have finally stopped arguing. Such noise, from a race that prides itself on Stealth. The bugbear laughed briefly, a wonder it was that the Dark Elves have come to control as much as they do... Moments later, the Priestess and Hobgoblin enter the round chamber, followed by the others. Enraela says in an annoyed tone 'Where is Arngen, Hound?' The Bugbear motions to the North Door, where, down a long hallway, Arngen can be seen peering in a further room.******************************************Arngen Hearing sounds behind him in the distance, Arngen can make out the tone of Enraela asserting her place as mistress. The Rogue smiled at this, for it was a role she was born to. Better the silent Consort, less hassle, plenty of rewards.Arngen stopped his reverie, as the hackles on his neck rose in alarm. Something was very wrong...From a hole in the ceiling descended a massive metal ball... A massive Mouth, fanged and with spinning blades churning along it's surface opens and closes one spot on the surface.It then orientes upon the open doorway, which it looks to be able to get through, though just barely...then the thing seems to look past Arngen...and it levitates up back into the ceiling and disappears.</blockquote>

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